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Curt’s head was pounding. Scratch that: his everything was pounding. God, he really wasn’t sixteen anymore- he couldn’t drink a bottle of vodka on his own without consequences.
He woke with a groan, rolling over in bed before hitting a warm body. That was nice, and he nuzzled closer to it before his brain rebooted and realized wait one goddamn minute-
Curt’s eyes shot open, and he found himself face to face with his half awake coworker Owen.
Owen who he was in love with Owen.
Fuck.
Curt scrambled out of bed and away from Owen’s long arms, ignoring Owen’s huff of annoyance as he sprinted to the bathroom.
How the goddamn fucking hell did he end up in bed with Owen?!
Curt had been in love with the Brit since he’d first set eyes on him. It was easy to fall- Owen had smiled as he shook his hand, saying it was a ‘pleasure to meet you, love’, and Curt was gone.
Curt ran his hand through his hair and felt a small metal object bump against his eyebrow. He pulled his hand back to examine it, and-
Holy shit, was that a wedding ring?!
Okay, just stay calm, stay calm, everything’s fine-
“Curt, love? I can hear you hyperventilating.”
Owen’s voice from just outside the door startled him enough to realize yes, he was indeed hyperventilating, isn’t that interesting?
Curt closed his eyes and counted to ten before opening the door. Even though he knew the taller man was there, he was still unprepared to actually see Owen, hair disheveled, standing only in his boxer briefs.
Curt’s heart stopped for a few seconds.
“Morning, sunshine,” Owen said in amusement. His eyes raked over Curt’s body, and he belatedly realized he was in a similar state of undress to the Brit.
Heat rose to Curt’s cheeks, and he fought the urge to cover himself with his hands- that would be much more embarrassing than being seen like this. “Uh- Owen,” He stuttered out, “what happened last night?”
“I’m not surprised you don’t remember, you were piss drunk.” Owen held up his left hand and waved it lazily. “We got married.”