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Will Solace wakes up to the first light of the sun in someone else’s bed. There are vague memories flitting through his brain and a horrible, horrible headache. His mouth is incredibly dry. He is naked.
He is going to kill Lou Ellen.
He shifts quietly to look at the other body in the bed and feels almost like he had just gotten hit by a truck.
It was a guy.
Once Will gets over this initial shock he can’t help but pat himself on the back. The first time he had ever done anything with a man and Wil had managed to score a really attractive one. He takes advantage of the fact that his partner is sleeping to study him. Olive skin, hair maybe just a little too long. Will remembers that he was thin, and although they are closed now, he can remember dark, expressive eyes. His eyes rake over the stranger’s lips. He can remember kissing them.
He isn’t entirely sure what had happened. It was easy enough to extrapolate, based on the strange bedroom and their shared nakedness. What he isn’t sure about is how far they had gotten. He has fuzzy memories of a dick in his mouth, an entirely new experience that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He can’t imagine he would have gone any further than that, but if he was drunk enough to pick up a guy who the hell knows what he had done.
On top of that very intimidating memory blank, there is also the issue that Will can’t remember this guy’s name.
He slips quietly out of the bed and starts to find his clothes. He pulls on his underwear, which are crumpled in his jeans, before pulling those on after. He needs a shower more than he has ever needed anything. He can’t quite locate his shirt, but he finds his socks. He is hopping rather ungracefully on one foot, trying to pull his sock on, when there is movement from the bed as the stranger shifts and opens his eyes. He very quickly locates Will, who falls rather embarrassingly against the wall.
“Er,” he says. His voice sounds strange. Not quite his. The stranger’s eyes are dark and beautiful and distracting and the full weight of what had happened is finally hitting him. “Sorry. I was hoping to get out of here without waking you.”
There is a strange pause, as if he hadn’t heard Will speak, before saying, “Uh. That’s all right. Can you just close the blinds before you go?”
Will swallows but does as he is asked, plunging the room into darkness. His partner rolls over as if to go back to sleep, but Will finds he can’t quite move his feet. The stranger glances back at him.
“Did you lose something?” This comes out slightly harsh, but his voice is thick with sleep and if he has even half the headache that Will does he isn’t going to hold it against him. Will rocks awkwardly on the balls on his feet.
“Um. No.” His voice still has that strange feel to it, like it’s not his. It is unnerving.
The stranger sits up with an irritated grunt, but Will is more preoccupied with his bare chest. “Then why are you still here?”
“I just… I’ve never done this before. I don’t really know what to do.” Do they exchange information? Numbers? Should Will be able to remember his name?
“Oh. Generally you leave.”
Will is getting the distinct impression that this guy is not a morning person. He chooses to believe that instead of just calling him rude.
“Just like that? No… exchanging of numbers? No goodbyes or… I don’t know, thank yous?”
The stranger smirks, and Will’s mouth physically falls open.
“Well, if you’re that insistent, thank you for the stellar blow job last night.”
Will can literally feel himself turning red. “So that’s really it?” He doesn’t know why he keeps asking questions. He should leave. But something is keeping him rooted.
“Well, you can send me Christmas cards if you’d like, but I can’t promise you’ll get one in return.”
“Oh. All right. Bye, I guess.”
In response to this the stranger flops back down, and Will finds his shirt, makes sure he has all his things, and then walks away from his first – and likely only – one night stand.
He closes the door behind him and stops in his tracks.
This was a really nice apartment. Like. Really nice. Too nice. Way too nice for a college student. Maybe he was rich. Or it was drug money. Maybe he was in the Italian mafia. Or maybe Will had just given his first blow job to a secret prince, or something.
“Hello.”
He almost jumps out of his skin. There’s a person in the kitchen, dressed in running gear. He is tall and blond. He kind of reminds Will of Captain America. He is looking at Will in amusement, but no real surprise, which makes Will think that he’s probably not the first person to walk out of that door after an anonymous night.
“Hi,” he says awkwardly. This is the worst day of his goddamn life. This was mortifying.
He was going to kill Lou Ellen.
“Front door is over there,” the roommate says, gesturing with his head, but he doesn’t say it meanly. More like he recognizes how out of his element Will is and wants to help out.
Will decides he likes nameless roommate #2.
“Right. Uh. Thanks.” He all but runs to the door and throws it open. He turns around at the last minute.
“Bye,” he says hesitantly. Nameless roommate #2 smiles and waves lazily at him, and Will hurries out.
When he gets outside he leans against the side of the building and breathes deeply. Then he takes his phone out of his pocket and calls Lou Ellen.
She answers on the second ring.
“Will! I thought you were dead.”
“You seem real torn up about it.”
“I’m too hungover to mourn. So how was your night, stud muffin?”
“Do not start with me, Lou, just take my effing car and come get me.”
He hears laughing and muffled conversation, because of course she’s with Cecil. Why wouldn’t she be.
“Where are you?”
“I am…” he looks around, trying to locate a street name, and is surprised when he sees that the surroundings are a little familiar. “I’m near my work, I think.” He takes a few more steps. “Yeah, I’m near Apollo’s. Come get me there.”
“I know there was a please in there.”
“Come get me and I’ll think about not brutally murdering you.”
“You’re a very violent young man.”
“Lou Ellen!”
“All right, all right. I’ll be there soon.”
Will hangs up the phone and swears. He walks the rest of the way to his work, debates going in to see people, and then decides he really doesn’t want to have to explain why he was there. He takes a seat on the curb of the parking lot instead and tries to work through blurry memories.
The Stoll’s. Of course. It was always the Stoll’s. There was a lot of alcohol, he can remember that. He must have drank half the Hudson River’s worth of booze. He can distinctly recall Lou Ellen egging him on.
And then there was small, dark, and handsome. Will can remember him. His smirk was engrained in Will’s head, and he thinks he was a good kisser, and Will definitely, totally blew him, but he can’t remember his name.
He is wracking his brain so hard it is almost painful when Lou Ellen and Cecil pull up. He walks over to the passenger side, but Cecil just gives him a look.
“This is my car,” he says. Cecil just shrugs.
“Don’t be such a slut next time.”
Will groans rather loudly and slides into the back.
“Your check engine light is on,” Lou Ellen tells him cheerfully. Will considers throwing himself off a bridge.
“Of course it is,” he mutters.
“So,” Lou Ellen says, glancing at him in the rear-view mirror. “How was your night.”
“Bite a dick.”
“So vulgar. Was she hideous, then?”
There is a very uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. “Excuse me?”
“Is that why you’re so miserable? Your first one night stand and you picked up an ugly girl?”
“How much did you have to drink last night?”
“I believe I made a move on Cecil.”
“She did,” Cecil supplies.
Yeah, that bridge sounds great.
“Well?”
Will covers his face with his hands. “It wasn’t a girl,” he mutters.
The car screeches to a halt. There is honking behind them.
“Lou!” He shouts, momentarily forgetting his embarrassment. “My brakes cannot take that!”
The car starts again, but Lou keeps giving him looks in the mirror, and he thinks he might have actually killed Cecil.
“Start over, Solace,” she commands.
“There’s nothing else to say!” This was the longest car ride on the face of the earth. There’s no way it took this long to get to the dorms. Lou was probably driving slowly on purpose, that bitch.
“You fucked a dude!” Cecil exclaims helpfully. Will scoffs, trying to sound more in control of the situation than he really is.
“I didn’t fuck him, Cecil, God.”
“So was he ugly, then?”
“No one was ugly! I can’t believe you don’t remember, Lou, you were the one who told me to make a move.”
“Oh, really? He must be hot then, I have great taste in men.”
“Says the lesbian who tried to sleep with Cecil,” he mutters.
“High school was a bad time for everyone, Will.”
“I’m talking about last night.”
“Cecil has very feminine features. And I cannot be held responsible for my actions when I’m drunk.”
“Yeah, and I’m a great pick, thank you.”
“We’re getting off topic,” Lou says commandingly as Will opens his mouth to dispute Cecil’s claim with almost ten years of counter-evidence. “We’re talking about Will’s First Gay Experience™,” she says, actually pronouncing the ™. They were capital letters, too. Will can just tell. Lou liked capital letters.
“We don’t have to talk about anything,” Will says sullenly as Lou parks. She locks the doors ominously before Will can get out and he decides not to mention that he can unlock his own door. She turns around to look at him.
“Yes, we do. Tell us what happened.” Cecil turns, too, so that Will kind of feels like he’s being forced to explain something to his parents.
“What exactly do you want me to say? I don’t remember most of it.”
“What was his name?”
“I don’t remember,” he says sheepishly. Cecil makes a noise under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘slut.’
“I’ve been calling him small dark and handsome in my head. I remember he was short.”
“SDH. Sure.”
“There isn’t anything else to say. I’m not giving you all the gritty details.” Mostly because I can’t remember them.
“You should go to the STD clinic, dude,” Cecil says, and Will feels a spike of anxiety run through him. Christ, what if he had an STD? He probably had an STD. That’s just how life worked. His check engine light is on and he definitely had an STD.
“I want to die,” he mutters. “I want to die and be dead and never have to deal with any of this ever again.”
“Can I have your car?” Cecil asks.
Will gets out.
That night Will puts away his work and crawls into bed. Tomorrow he’ll have to take the car in and head to the STD clinic to get checked. He’s happy he got paid on Friday.
He listens to Cecil’s soft snoring and finds himself wondering if SDH snores. It’s a strange line of thought. It shouldn’t matter. He’s never going to see him again. He isn’t even entirely sure if he liked him. Sure, it had been early, but Will still thinks that you should be a little nicer to someone who had your dick in their mouth.
Still, it seems a little strange that the first time he had ever done anything with a guy and he was never going to see him again. Such a drastic change in his life should be more… fleshed out. Something a little more substantial than a blow job and a goodbye.
Will eventually falls asleep to thoughts of dark eyes and a smirk.