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Eiden woke up in his bed, limbs splayed across his sheets. Blue early morning rays streamed through his window, mixing with the yellow light of the lamp he must’ve forgotten to turn off. The aftertaste of cum lingered in his mouth (pretty normal) with a headache (very normal), an aching ass (also normal) and a warm fuzzy feeling (very unusual).
He blinked twice at the ceiling.
His phone alarm tittered off to the side. He had class in an hour and a half.
He sat up, groped around for his phone, and flipped it to silent. Then, he stuck out his tongue.
“Bleh…” he wiped the corner of his sleeve over the dried remnants of *someone* cumming all over the face. Tacky cum spattered his bare thighs was probably his. There was also the cum of a third(?) someone that gone terribly itchy where it dried between his cheeks. He must’ve had fun last night after… after something. He’d have to check his texts.
Honestly, he couldn’t quite remember what happened last night.
“You aren’t a teenager anymore, Eiden,” he sighed, mussing his hair. Partying this hard during the week? Not one of his brighter moments. He definitely needed a shower.
He sighed again and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, trying to minimize the cum-to-sheets contact. He’d have to wash them anyways, but there was no reason to make a bigger mess.
With his roommate gone, he was free to pad to the bathroom in just his sweatshirt. He doubted the guy really would’ve minded, but when he wanted to have a problem, he’d find every little thing he could blame on Eiden before weaseling out of his own faults. Just another thing to add to the reasons they separated.
He looked at the mirror. A wave of fondness overtook him like a hug over his shoulders. Phantom touches of someone cradling his head and another holding his hip tingled across his skin. Warmth pooled in his stomach. Reflecting back at him, he saw a flush bloom across his cheeks.
Not to brag or anything, but Eiden was pretty handsome: honey-brown eyes and a slim build. He worked out (when he could), he styled himself well, and he had charm to back up his looks.
Still, it was a little embarrassing to be so thoroughly charmed by himself. In the mirror, for a brief moment, it felt like maybe someone else was smiling back. Maybe a hand would reach out and squeeze his shoulder and tell him to keep going. Maybe he saw someone who would keep going with him and it was… himself.
The one person he could always rely on.
He touched the back of his neck and gave the mirror, himself, a exasperated smile, “When did I get so cheesy?”
Maybe being alone was getting him.
Whatever. He shook his head. He could dwell on this more later.
Eiden turned on the water to shower and shucked off his clothes into his laundry basket. When the water was as warm as it got in his apartment, he showered, toweled off, styled his hair, got dressed, locked the house behind him, got on the bus, and went to class. By the time he arrived to the lecture hall and took out his notes, the night was far behind him.
And in the midst of Eiden’s hardwork to live, it quietly faded away.