now i've seen the light of day {lou/lex}
Jan 1, 2016 1:21:45 GMT -5
Post by Python on Jan 1, 2016 1:21:45 GMT -5
L O U V A I N
"AS I SIT HERE FROZEN ALONE, EVEN GHOSTS GET TIRED AND GO HOME"
His dreams were darkness, nothing, a starless night. There were no remnants of recent memory long enough to broadcast behind his eyelids. When he stirred, it was in response to the split in his skull. Somebody was cracking him open with a pickaxe and the ache radiated from the base of his brain to the outer edges of his mind. It was all he could feel as slumber abandoned him in favor of the sunlight he couldn’t see streaming through his window, casting a white glow across his room. Clothes were strewn where they usually weren’t, but it was unbeknownst to him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mind was slowly fading into coherence.
The room was blinding. He had neglected to close his curtains and it amplified his headache. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, concealing them for as long as possible. On a positive note, he was warm. There was a solid wall of warmth behind him, a morning furnace to compensate for the clothes he wasn’t wearing. He opened his eyes again and stared at his nightstand, heart lurching in his chest. Something was different, and he could feel it immediately.
A body.
More specifically, an arm was snaked around him, pulling him snug into the figure behind him, which must’ve been a human body. At the same time, he registered that he wasn’t just in his boxers – he was stark naked, laying in his bedroom with an arm that distinctly belonged to a male.
His brain went into rapid fire.
Oh my god? What happened? Why? Who? When? What? Did we--? Was I--?
His breath escaped in shallow, panicked puffs. He tried to remember what happened the night before but it was a terrible grey haze, like he was trapped in a blizzard and couldn’t find the trail leading to safety. His stomach churned because this was not supposed to happen like this, it wasn’t. It truly, truly wasn’t.
Who?
He gathered what he could remember, although it wasn’t as recent as he wanted. Lex had invited him to a party – to which he agreed because he was feeble and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang out with his best friend and recent crush – and it had turned out to be loud, humid, and colorful. Now that he thought about it, his ears were still ringing from the volume. What happened next? He closed his eyes again and tried to focus instead of crying out of a sudden panic because this was wrong and scary.
A guy. There had been a guy, taller and wider than him. He had snagged Lou away from the dancers and said one of the most disturbing things to him, although he couldn’t quite recall the words exactly. Something about fucking. Then Lex kissed him – he couldn’t forget his own first kiss, but it was only for the sake of his rescue. Then there was the drink table; he remembered the assortment of shots, and how Lex kept throwing them back as if they were mere glasses of water on a summer’s day. He had something too. What was it? Not a shot, those were too potent. It was something Lex had recommended.
Vodka and soda. That was it.
The taste had been bittersweet and easy to adjust to. That must’ve been the turning point. I got drunk, that explains this splitting headache. And the random sex? Is that really what he had done? A soft, timid, introverted wimp like him? It didn’t seem possible, and he had been saving himself for somebody special. To betray himself after a few doses of vodka was ridiculous, right? Unrealistic.
But here he was, listening to a stranger breathing softly on the back of his neck.
A second onslaught of panic crept into his conscience. What if it was the creep? What if he had stalked him the entire night and coerced him into a hook up?
Calm down, Louvain. Just check.
He wiggled and gently shifted onto his back, careful not to displace the stranger’s arm too much. All he needed was a little peek and then he could –
Run away, he was going to run away but –
Lex?
It was Lex. His naked torso was pressed up against him like the gentle radiance of a campfire, and he was sleeping peacefully. The rest of him – left to the imagination – was hidden beneath blankets. Lou stared at his face, slack-jawed and confused. How had this happened? He couldn’t remember anything, even when he concentrated – it was just fog. Clouds. Stars. Warmth. Tingling. No, he remembered heat, a lot of it, like a heat stroke but without pain. He blushed and scooted away. Please don’t wake up, I’m not ready, I’m-
He reached over and snatched his boxers off of the floor. He wasn’t decent, and he would rather Lex not wake up to so much shock and chaos. There would be so many questions. The consequences could be disastrous, especially if Lex had been as drunk as he remembered. What if he didn’t really want this, and had only engaged because –
Because why?
He didn’t know a thing about drunk people, not even himself.
He stared up at his ceiling in stunned silence. What do I do? Either way, it would be obvious what happened. He could feel it, he could see it; the evidence was all here and could not be removed or denied. Not all of it, at least.
He turned to his side and bunched up his pillow, pressing his cheek into the fabric to hide his face. He was too cowardly to act. Maybe if he just pretended to sleep, Lex would wake up and not make a fuss about it.
Just don’t hate me, please.
