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Eric slowly gained consciousness, snuggling into the warmth underneath him. His head aching from his hangover. How much alcohol did he drink?
His thoughts on last night's activities were promptly interrupted by the feeling of movement and a soft huff sounding above, a gentle breath ruffling his hair.
He opened his eyes, looking up to see he was lying on top of someone.
He was on top of a guy!
He sat up on his elbow and scrambled away, falling off the sofa when he saw, "Gerald!" He squeaked as his back hit the cold floor with a loud thud. "Fuck!" He sighed, tilting his head backwards to find the wall behind him more interesting than Gerald at that moment.
Gerald, now sat upright, towered over Eric as he eyed him from the sofa. He stayed silent, watching.
"Okay," Eric sighed again, eyes fixed on the ceiling, "I don't know what I did last night or why I ended up here. All I know is I had a fuck ton of alcohol."
"I don't even remember leaving the club!" He added after Gerald said nothing
Still, Gerald held his silence, his face conveying no hint of his inner turmoil.
"I'm sorry, Gerald, I shouldn't have found my way here. I don't know how I did." Eric spoke softly as he brought himself up into a kneeling position, facing Gerald. "I- I'm sorry okay. For coming here and making you deal with me."
He stood up, regarding Gerald, "But I thank you! For taking care of me and not shutting me out in the state I was in." He turned, ready to make his leave.
A softly rasped "Eric!" echoed off the walls. So, he can speak! "I'm the one who should be sorry." Gerald's voice was filled with sympathy, making Eric turn back around to regard him. "If you don't remember last night, I can never speak of it again to save both our dignities, but that isn't right. You have a right to know."
Fuck, the sorrow-filled voice made Eric want to cry. What the fuck happened last night for Gerald to feel so conflicted. What the fuck did he do last night!
Dread overcame him as he stumbled through his mind to remember anything of what happened after he left the club. But nothing!
The club interior was the last thing he remembers before waking up on top of that solidly toned chest, which he wants to nuzzle into once more, running his fingers through the coarse hairs and circling the hard flushed nipples as breathy moans escaped Gerald's lips. Fuck, those beautiful lips he just wanted to capture within his own.
"Eric!" Gerald said sternly, drawing Eric out of his fantasy. "Are you even listening?"
Gerald, in his attempt to explain, had turned red-faced, and Eric probably was no different.
"Umm... could you possibly repeat that – struggling to concentrate with this headache!" Eric lied, nervously stumbling over his words.
"Well, that's your damn fault for drinking yourself squiffy!" Gerald was annoyed, losing his patience with both Eric and himself. "As I was trying to explain. You barged in here demanding where I kept my liquor!" He paused, waiting for a response, but this time, Eric was the one to hold his silence.
Gerald sighed, speaking softer, "I didn't give you anything more." He let out a breathy laugh. "It took hours for you to finally take no as an answer. When you did, you joined me on the sofa."
"Practically sat on my knee!" He quickly added.
If Eric wasn't red before, he certainly was now. What did he think he was doing?
And if he couldn't get any redder, Gerald blurted out the absolute horror he had done. "You kissed me!"
"I'm sorry?" Eric startled. What the fuck!
"You kissed me, and I- I-" Gerald struggled with his next words. "And I- didn't. Stop. You." Each word was spoken quieter than the last.
"I-" Eric tried; instead, he went for, "What the fuck, Gerald!"
"I should have told you to, but I didn't. Not then, or when you started undressing, I doing the same. I didn't tell you to stop until our chests were bare and..." Gerald took a breath, "And you told me you loved me!" God, Gerald felt so pathetic. He wanted this. Wanted Eric in his arms once more, to wake up every morning to those gorgeous eyes staring up at him.
"Gerald-" Eric's voice broke; what the actual fuck had he done. "I'm truly sorry for what I did last night."
"And if there's any way I can, I'll make it up to you for dealing with my drunken escapade!" Eric nervously added, hoping to not lose Gerald over this stupid mistake.
Eric hadn't realised Gerald had stood up until they were millimetres away from standing chest to chest.
Gerald brought his hand up to caress Eric's cheek. "I'm sorry, too! And if you truly did not mean what you said last night, we can forget it ever happened." He spoke softly, "But if there's any chance those words meant anything. I will take whatever you are willing to give me so I may hear you speak them to me over again until you speak no more."
Eric looked at him, baffled the words just spoken were meant for him, and him alone, fallen from the lips he wished to taste so dearly.
For a moment, they just stared, taking each other in.
Eric closed his eyes and brought Gerald's head down, capturing the lips within his own.