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It feels strange. So weird. Reddoons is not sure whether he's drunk, or just sober but insane. He 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 that this is the wrong place to be laying in– this is 𝘯𝘰𝘵 his bed. This is his roommate's bed. Yet he just can't bring himself to get up, not even when his roommate was literally 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. Just right beside him. Just… Sitting casually… while looking at something. Redd really can't see what he was looking at. Maybe it's his phone.
He's been staring at the wall, trying to think properly. He's really trying his best. Reddoons didn't even remember how he got here, how he walked through this and just laid on his bed out of nowhere. It's awkward, and it's killing him. Maybe there was a demon possessing him.
He stretched his hand, far enough to lightly tug on the other man's shirt. His roommate turned his head towards him, eyes shooting right into his soul. He heard the other muttering along the lines of, “What do you want, dude?” He might be wrong though.
“Why did you even come in here anyway, Dean? Lonely?” He asked. Redd just nodded slowly, as he can't bring himself to vocal any words aloud.
All of a sudden, his roommate moved Redd’s arms slightly, then descended his body on the bed. (ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ ᴏᴍɢ ᴋᴍs) The next thing he knows is that his roommate is now laid beside him, facing him directly. He could feel his 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. Hot breath. Reddoons didn't know what his roommate was trying to do.
His lips part slightly, but no words could escape through his throat. Even when he got so many things he needed to say. Redd gazed into his eyes awkwardly.
“Sooo, I'm guessing you can't say anythin’, huh?” It sounded like a half-joke, but it's true. Redd nodded, and his roommate continued, “Alright. Guess I'm gonna be talking to Mr NoddingHead.”
??? What is he even saying?
Redd tries to shift his position, making sure they're not too close– but then his roommate grabs him by the shirt, drawing him closer. “Don't make the space bigger, dude. Just stay like this. Maybe go even closer, that'll be cool.” He muttered.
Redd blinked, then nodded again, this time with a quiet hum of agreement. Alright, so he 𝘤𝘢𝘯 make a noise, but well, he's too tired to think of something to say anyway. He'll rather stay mute like this.
His roommate chuckled quietly. “I watched your podcast. You really do love talking about me for some reason.” He stated, “Don't mind it, though. I'm fine with it. Love the attention.”
His roommate pats on his shoulders.
There is something so 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 about this whole situation Redd found himself in. First he got drunk, and then somehow he just came into his roommate's room and laid on his bed– and now…Whatever this is. There was little to no space between them, and he could feel the other's breath every time they exhaled. It was too intimate. Way too intimate. It was more overstimulating than being in a crowded party.
Redd cleared his throat, and then finally, out of nowhere, he's able to say something again. He murmured, “... Do- do you want me… to… talk about you more? On the…Thing?”
“Please do,” He said, “It'll make me feel like a celebrity. I really like how your friend for some reason always mentions me being bisexual too… pretty funny.”
Redd scraped at his neck, and there was 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 in him that just feels so weird. He'd look at his roommate again, and the feeling just grows stronger. It was gnawing at him. The intimacy between them is 𝘸𝘢𝘺 too much for someone like Reddoons. He got drunk thinking he's gonna go do something stupid in Minecraft, not 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.
His roommate spoke again, “I never really noticed how, like– how nice your lashes are, dude. You have nice little blonde lashes. And eyes. That's cool.”
“I feel weird.” Redd said. It was true, something about this just feels sort of morally wrong. Why does he feel extremely odd when laying beside his roommate? Maybe it's just a gay type of feeling, he's not sure.
His roommate snickered, saying, “I know, Dean. I know. You don’t like this?”
He shakes his head.
“Exaaactly… if I knew you didn't like being soooo close to me I wouldn't be doing this, Dean.”
His roommate then gently ran his fingers through his golden locks. He flinched a bit at the action. The guy lets go of his hair, probably thinking he didn't like it. But Redd takes his wrist and puts it back. He really didn't know why he did that. Maybe the touch felt nice, maybe he 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 his roommate to play with his hair like that. (ɢᴀʏ.)
He looked at his roommate again. His gaze was soft, and something in his eyes was 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He didn't know what it was, but it was certainly making him things.
Redd muttered again, “It's been a long time since I've been this close to someone on a bed before.”
“Really, huh?” His roommate leaned closer, “Are you talking about your mom or your YouTuber friends?”
Reddoons might be a bit flustered at the sudden proximity. The tension between them is 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩. He gulped and answered, “My YouTuber friends. I shared an Airbnb with them once.”
His roommate's pupils seem to dilate, and his lips twitch into a smug smile. That's not a good sign. “Dang. So the first ever roommate you had wasn't even me? It was your YouTuber friends?”
Redd nodded. The guy sighed, “Man. I feel jealous.”
His heart raced fast. What does that mean?? Jealous?? Redd couldn't decipher what any of this even meant. Why is this guy trying to make a homoerotic scene between them?
And why is it 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨??
Redd bit on his tongue, slightly hard– it hurts a bit. Though he feigned ignorance at it. Something in him just snapped– and he placed his hand on the other's face. Not sure if that's what he was supposed to be doing.
“Why are we like this suddenly?” Redd asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew that the man would understand.
He shrugged, “I don't know. You're the drunk one. I'm just here to vibe with ya.” He said, “Oh and also I really like how you're holdin’ my face, Dean. Your hands are like, suuuper cold.”
He stares in confusion. “...That's… an odd way to put it.”
“Whaaat, you don't like this or something? You don't like being gay little buddies with me? You're the one that came here and laid on my bed first, babe.”
His eyes widened and he flinched at the sudden pet name. He was definitely flustered and blushing hard right now. What is even happening anymore? He could handle queer-baiting in Minecraft, but…this??? What is this???
“... Uhm. Yeah. Yeah. This… I'm… yeah.”
“First time being gay, huh?”
“I- uhm. I- dude. Let's just…” He paused, unsure of himself. “... We're just… like… dude, let's just kiss at this point.” He muttered. Did he actually just say that?
He snickered, “Is that supposed to be a joke or an actual request?”
Redd goes silent, still deep in thought. He wasn't sure himself. He didn't even think about what to say next– the words just came out of nowhere. And yet it felt super tempting. There's something beneath the thought of kissing his roommate that makes it thrilling. Especially when they're so, so close like this. If they're 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 intimate right now, they should just kiss at this point.
It's a strange thing to think about. In his whole life he'll never expect he'll end up in this situation. Especially with this guy out of all people.
… Maybe Reddoons really does have a thing for him.
He took the other's wrist, making him stop playing with his hair. Redd's heart was still beating fast, so fast he swore he could run a marathon right now at this moment.
“I'm… so drunk right now. I think.”
“Mhm. Yes. And?”
“Can… Can we do that? Kiss?”
He chuckled, “Of course we can do that, bro.” He answered, before leaning in until their lips collided onto one another.
For a moment, it felt like he was frozen in the spot, unable to do anything but feel the taste of his roommate's lips. It's really making him feel things he's never felt before. His roommate's fingers tangled in his mess of golden locks, tugging at his hair as he kissed him sweet. His hands travel down from Redd's neck to his waist, then he brings him even closer until there's no more space between them. Until their legs were tangled together.
It ends at one point, and Redd didn't even notice for a few seconds. He looked into his eyes, the sudden wave of intimate desires starting to flood him more. He really, really enjoyed the sweet taste of his lips, even when it's only for a while. His roommate was definitely taking up a massive space in his brain.
“You like that?” His roommate asked. Redd nodded, and the other guy just laughed. “Back to being speechless and quiet now huh? Okay buddy. At least I'm your first time.”
Out of nowhere, Redd takes his hand and grabs him closer, then wraps his arms around him. The confusion on his roommate's face was crystal clear.
“... Can I sleep here?” He murmured.
“Uh, sure Dean. If that's what you want.”
Redd buried his face into his chest. He smells really good for some reason. He really liked holding him like this– so close, in his hands, just– Redd didn't know what got to him today. He really hasn't figured it out, even though it has been, what, an hour since he came here? Was he even drunk when he came here?
Maybe his goal was actually to be with his roommate in this way. Perhaps this was all intended, his plans.
At least he gets to know how it feels kissing his roommate. No wonder a lot of people fell in love.