I've never been drunk before, this is probably all wrong lol. On another note however, Dream Daddy is the fucking best.
Mark woke up with a pounding headache, and many regrets. Luckily, the curtains were closed, so no unnecessary light was there to cause him even more pain.
He flopped back onto the mattress, recognising the room as his own, thank god. The door was cracked open slightly, a draught coming in. Gritting his teeth, Mark attempted to get up, room swaying slightly as he did. He never could handle his drink.
Looking down at himself, he noticed the stain from something white on his dark bedcovers.
"Godammit." Mark muttered to himself, the ice cream stain staring tauntingly at him. He gave it the middle finger, before turning away and going downstairs, determined to forget about everything that had happened the night before.
Not that he could remember all of the night before. He remembered being sad, getting drunk, texting Sean and then throwing up a couple times. The usual.
Oh.
Shit.
Mark ran quickly back to his room, lunging for his phone. Hurriedly he checked his messages to Sean, slapping himself when he realised how many times he asked Sean to sleep with him. Fuck, he was desperate.
Groaning, he went downstairs again, this time going slower, not wanting to face the horrible sunlight. He walked onto the kitchen rubbing his eyes, set on getting a cup of coffee and then maybe sleeping again.
"Oh, uhh...hey Mark."
Mark jumped about an inch into the air, startled. He turned, hand clasped to his heart, absolutely terrified. Sean stared back at him, bemused.
Embarrassed at his manly jump, Mark decided that maybe if he pretended it never happened, it would wipe itself from existence. "Oh, hey Jack." He said nonchalantly. Sean waved in reply.
"You want some coffee?" He asked, leaning on the countertop, pretending to be busy with setting out a cup for himself. "You have any tea?" Sean said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Mark frantically tried to remember if he actually did have tea, and then if he remembered how to make it.
"Yeah! I think we have some...somewhere..." Mark started pulling out random crap from his shelves, in a desperate attempt to find the holy teabags. Sean gently pushed past him, and took them down from the shelf right in front of Mark face.
"How's your headache?" Sean asked, settling in at the table once more. Mark paused, having been rushing around the kitchen for the past while, determined to find something to do that wasn't Sean.
Well, that sounded wrong.
"Um, its...its something!" Mark laughed awkwardly, wanting to escape from the situation as quickly as possible. "Right, well...I hope you feel better soon." Sean smiled, equally as awkward. "You too!" Mark blurted out, immediately cursing himself for his stupidity. Sean laughed nervously, and the kitchen went into silence.
A loud whistle filled the kitchen, Mark taking it as a sign to abruptly ignore Sean for ad long as he possibly could. Once he had finished making the tea and coffee, he realised he would have to sit across from Sean again, and cursed himself for not making it last longer.
Mark sat, sipping from his drink as it cooled. Sean took a massive gulp straight away, seemingly not caring about the burning hot liquid. Mark found himself absentmindedly thinking about Sean while he sat there. His hair was really nice...it looked so soft.
Sean's voice startled him from his thoughts, for the second time that morning.
"So, Mark." He sipped his tea. "How come you've been ignoring me?" Mark paused, suddenly terrified, as he realised the author didn't remember.
I mean what.
"I...I haven't been ignoring you." He attempted feebly, both knowing it was a lie. Sean looked at him incredulously. "Okay, so maybe I've been ignoring you." Mark admitted, after a long pause. Sean nodded, agreeing completely.
"I just..." He trailed off, Sean staring at him expectantly. "I don't know." Sean kept on staring, not satisfied with this answer, that was really not an answer at all.
"Was it the messages?" Sean questioned, tea forgotten in his hands. "Because I swear that was a joke, I was trying to be funny." Mark waved that away, not particularly caring anymore. "No, its not that. Well, it was at first." Sean stared at him, confused and impatient.
"Okay, so, it started off as that, and then I decided it would be stupid to come back after one day since I got over it." He winced, prepared for Sean to immediately yell him what an idiot he's been. Instead, he felt two arms wrap around him, and a head snuggle into his neck.
"You adorable idiot." Sean mumbled into his shoulder, Mark grinning with relief at the fact he wasn't being yelled at. And as they were wrapped up in the hug, they finally realised that Mark was only wearing boxers.