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Z woke up in a cold sweat, his dream the night before being horrifying. The dream felt real, too real. His dream was so bad that he didn’t want to talk about it at all.
He looked around the room, his eyes landing on his electric clock. 3:16. Jesus Christ, it was late. Z groaned, and reluctantly stood up.
He had nothing to do, and trying to fall asleep again was 100% out of the picture. Z decided he would get something to drink, and that whatever he did after that was out of his control.
Z entered the kitchen, turning on the lights. “My god… forgot how bright these were.” He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eye. After a good 13 seconds of trying to see clearly, he saw an annoying but familiar face.
It was fucking Regect! These past few days stupid Regect seemed to be everywhere these days (even though they lived together).
“Oh, hey Ze.” He said, sipping on a cup of coffee.
“Literally what the fuck are you doing awake?!” Z said, already getting slightly annoyed.
“What are you doing awake?” Regect countered.
“Answer the question, Regect.”
“Answer my question first and maybe.” He replied, crossing his arms like the brat he is.
Z covered his face with his hands for a split second. “Ugh! Fine, I— uh. I can’t sleep, okay?!”
Regect raised a nonexistent eyebrow, and he leaned in. “Are you lying, Ze?” He asked, his tone skeptical. He knew Z well enough to know that it was never that simple.
Z bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, but he reluctantly replied truthfully.
“I uh… I guess that I had a nightmare or something and I woke up.. sweating.”
“You okay, Ze?..” Regect asked, his voice too gentle for Z’s liking.
Z sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes. I’m fine.” He said, his voice betraying his words.
Regect approached Z and put his hands on his hips, rubbing his sides soothingly. “You don’t sound okay.” Z’s face turned a bright red.
“What are you—” Z cut himself off with shock, because Regect had begun playing with a strand of his hair. And his stupid ass was smiling softly too.
Regect looked into Z’s eyes, that same gentle smile on his face. “It’s really obvious you haven’t been okay for the past few days, man.” He said, his hand moving to Z’s cheek (son).
Regect started gently caressing Z’s cheek. Z’s blush deepened, and it was obvious that Regect already took notice of it.
“Are you, like, high?” Z asked, unconsciously putting his hands on Regect’s shoulders for stability.
Regect chuckled and continued to rub Z’s sides. “Nah… Well, since we’re both awake so late, we should hang out.” He said, Z nodding.
***
Moe woke up to horrific noises coming from Regect’s room, and they sounded too much like moaning. She was obviously suspicious so she just had to investigate.
Moe left her bed (unfortunately), and walked up to Regect’s door, her hand almost opening it.
The noises obviously got louder, since she was closer to the culprit(s). A particular noise she heard gave her a very specific idea of what was going on in there.
“A-ah.. Regect…hngh… Y-you’re so deep…”
That was unmistakably Z’s voice.
Moe backed away from the door, deciding that she would just let Regect and Z have their fun.