"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
”Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I’ll grab my clothes and get out of here.”
Axel had been watching the person beside him sleeping for the past… 37 minutes, according to the alarm clock over the younger man’s shoulder. Who the fuck was he? Axel was assuming they met last night at that ridiculous party Reno had dragged him to “in order to meet Rude”. What a fucklord. He’d met that idiot’s on-again-off-again boyfriend slash scary motherfucking work partner more times than he could count. Just because Reno was always drunk enough to not remember didn’t mean Axel himself was.
Except last night. That was an exception.
Being surrounded by shitty drunken undergrads was too much for him to handle. He was way too old to be here and- how the fuck did this party have literally ANYTHING to do with Reno and/or Rude? He still couldn’t answer that, and to be honest, he probably didn’t want to know anyway. The less Axel knew about his cousin the BETTER. He’d learned that the hard way.Back to this stranger in his bed…
When exactly the night had faded into bits and pieces of stupidity broken by long bouts of black-out he didn’t know, and it was yet another question he didn’t want an answer to. But he had to give his drunk-self credit. Dude had fantastic taste. The yellow haired guy sleeping next to him was rousing, yawning widely and rubbing his eyes and so obviously hung over that Axel’s head almost hurt FOR him. He watched the stranger huff and drop his arm over his head onto one of Axel’s insanely soft pillows, and then for the longest time the guy just stared at the ceiling.
In all honesty, Axel had never considered himself a fanboy of the typical Aryan race appearance. Blond hair, blue eyes… meh. He was more into the tall-dark-and-handsome combination. He swore he needed his guys to be at least ALMOST as tall as him. But during his black-out benders he always seemed to go for smaller blonds. Weird. Like, downright bizarre.
After a while, the stranger spoke those couple of words and rolled over, away from his scrutinizing gaze. He was kicking off the comforter when Axel reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “Wait, dude.” he mumbled, voice sounding way more hoarse than he had expected it to. Why exactly was he stopping this kid? His body was acting without his brain, that was for sure. “You look rough.” Smooth. Suave, Axel. “Want some aspirin before you rush out? Or like, food, or something? Bacon might help that hangover.”
