Damn Good Friends (Put you in a song)

You're Not Cool, You're Hot

"Ugh! I forgot to close the curtains again," Team complains and puts his hand over his eyes to block the light.

He hears a loud ringing in his ears, the light managing to get through the window is blinding.

He rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms and faces the ceiling to avoid the window. He blinks and blinks again, to will the buzzing away. And when his eyes have finally adjusted to see his surroundings,

"Where- where am I?" Team asks no one and gets the fright of his life when there's a movement beside him.

"What are you whining about first thing in the morning?" the body says, still covered with the duvet, just exposing enough of the back, to know they're male, and to know exactly who it is. 

He only knows one person who has a huge tattoo of wings. On their whole back.

"Hia? Wha-? How? Where are we?" Team asks as he bunches the blanket towards his body. And he notices that he isn't wearing his clothes from last night. Actually, he isn't wearing one single garment.

"Hia?! Why am I naked? Did you take my clothes off? Did I puke on it?" Team asks again, and Win sits up on the bed, brushing his hands through his hair, leaning back on his arms after he brushed it back.

"You seriously don't remember anything from last night?" Win asks, eyebrows raised.

Team looks at the older male and shakes his head. 'Why is he answering my question with a question? I'm too hungover for this' Team thought.

Win purses his lips and pouts towards Team.

Team looks down on his blanket-covered lap. Spreads his legs in reflex, and he winces when he feels a stabbing sensation on his back. Like he got kicked square on the lower back.

"Shiaa P'Win! Did you kick me while I was sleeping? Damn it hurts," Team complains and rubs his back. Win follows suit, rubbing the small of his back, with his huge hands, all the way down where his butt meets the mattress. But Team slaps the other's hands away and leans back to get away from the older male.

"It's not going to make me forget you kicked me, Hia. No massage will make me forgive you," Team pouts and continues to rub his back.

He watches as the older male stands up from the bed, and gasps when the older was also butt-naked.

"Hia! Why are you naked too?  Why are we both naked? What happened last night?" Team asks, as he covers his eyes with the blanket, but not entirely covering it as he's secretly taking a peak. 

The older male turns around, in all his naked glory, one hand on his hips, the other brushing his hair out of his face, and Team is churning smoke out of his ears.

"Team, I don't know how else to say this, so I'll give it to you straight," Win says, and Team attempts to look at the towering male, on his face, not anywhere else or down there, just his face. And it's proving to be one of the hardest things he's done in his life.

"We fucked. And I hope this doesn't change anything between us," Win supplies, and Team feels the world around him shift.

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'You don't notice me but it's alright'

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how cool is Hia? " Phawin asks.