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waking up in someone else's bed au. double drabble. rated m.
He doesn’t know how he got here.
Well.
He knows what got him here. Namely, tequila.
Tequila, and that guy at the bar, eyes bright-ocean-blue, hair glowing gold despite the dingier-than-hell club lighting.
The guy’s— Henry’s— hands on Alex’s waist, hard against his backside as they danced.
As they danced, and then as they did other things.
In a sticky bathroom stall. In the back of an Uber to Henry’s place. Up against the front door before it even fully closed.
Alex cracks an eye open as the memories come.
He glances around, clocking the things that aren’t his:
This pillow. These sheets and this bed. That window with the dawning light, drilling straight into his head.
But the man slowly waking beside him, lips so-pretty-pink from last night—
Can he? Be his?
Even after all this time, Alex still hardly believes it.
“Morning, love.” Henry smiles. “How are we feeling?”
“Hungover,” Alex admits. “And like we had a one-night-stand. Weird.”
Henry raises an eyebrow. “You don’t recall your meltdown about the raging-hot man at the bar despite being reminded that I’m your boyfriend?”
“You’re what?” asks Alex, delighted, and Henry, sighing, leans in to silence him with a kiss.