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Green woke up to a light shining directly into his eyes and the worst hangover he had had in years, the treacherous curtains that allowed the sunrays inside were dancing mockingly in the light morning breeze of the open window. He groaned quietly and it took far longer than it should have for him to realize that the curtains was not his own. Neither were the walls, the decoration or the bed he was lying in. The gears in his head started turning against the restraints of his hangover. Slowly he became aware of the comforting heat that surrounded him, and the possessive arm draped across his waist.
He knew what had happened and he knew exactly who was behind him. Or at least, he knew what the person looked like even if no name came to mind.
He vaguely remembered a tall, muscular guy, who had worn a cap on his coal colored hair. They had met at the bar where he had gone to drown his sorrows, before deciding that a little exercise would be far more effective in distracting his melancholic thoughts. He remembered the guy's flat mud-brown eyes, how he had avoided looking at them so as to not remember the eyes he wished he would see instead. He groaned internally.
He didn't know how it had started, he had just had a one night stand. He remembered the man, a black haired, brawny type, the only thing was his eyes, blue. He had never found anyone who could compete with those deep, fiery scarlet eyes that he loved so much, that his body craved so much and that only one person had.
He sighed thinking of how much of a wimp alcohol truly made him. From that point he had frequently picked up new distractions when his frustration had become too much and the liquor dulled his senses so the ‘who’ didn’t really matter.
Somehow he didn't feel as bad as he always did, didn't feel the disgust with himself for being so weak and desperate that he would jump just about anyone that just came close to resembling the guy that for so long had preoccupied his mind. Maybe he had simply come to terms with the fact that it would never be reciprocated, or maybe it would come later.
He knew that he was mostly reacting to the fact that said guy was currently living with him, or rather staying as a guest in his apartment because of the tournament, which did very little to help him with his pathetic crush to the utterly uninterested mountain man. It would be easier to court a rock than him. At least the rock couldn't stare at him blankly.
In all his misery, he found one lucky point. He still had his underpants on. There was no throbbing sensation in his backside either and nothing sticky that shouldn’t be. There was however, something hard and warm pressed against his ass that indicated that a quick retreat might be the best solution.
One of the reasons he never asked anyone home with him was so he would have an easy escape the morning to come. A point even his intoxicated self seemed to follow religiously.
Making an escape before any morning activities could be initiated, he lifted his head slightly to search for his cloth only to put it back quickly to the safety of the pillow as vertigo hit him.
He laid still for a minute and breathed in the scent around him. He could smell his companion, a sweet musty aroma that yet again reminded him of the one who would never feel the same. He wouldn't put it past himself to have chosen this man simply for that scent.
He tried once again to lift his head in search of his cloth, expecting to see it lithered across the floor. What he found was a pile neatly folded on a chair on the other side of the room next to the door. Weird. He definitely had not been in a state to fold it that neatly.
His brows furrowed as he contemplated that, but decided that it might simply be best to make a quick retreat regardless, countless times, he had stayed to long and it never served anything other than an awkward farewell. He gently tried to wiggle out from under the heavy arm that held him and tried to reach the floor with his foot, he almost did when two arms suddenly secured the brunet in a tight hug that didn't leave much room for air.
The other man snuggled him from behind, and the hardness was now definitely prominent on his lower back. Firmly deciding that no one should simply be able to use the Green Oak as a teddy bear, he brusquely tugged the arms away from him and got up, ignoring the spinning sensation as best he could.
Suddenly he realized that even if this was not his bedroom, it was certainly his apartment, more specifically his guest room that currently housed his raven. He spun around and there he was. He was in fact looking at Red, his childhood best friend and lifelong crush.
Or rather a very annoyed and sleepy version of Red, his childhood best friend and lifelong crush.
Reds brows furrowed and his features set in a scowl, Green knew never to wake him up, which added one more reason for why he wished he had just stayed in his bed.
Red however reached for the nightstand clock, when he found it to be only six in the morning he scowled, reached over, grabbed Greens hand, pulled him down on the bed and swiftly fell asleep on top of him. Leaving a very confused Green to fill up the gaps in his memory and unconvincingly ignore the erection pressed into his stomach.