Fuck.

I groan as soon as I'm awoken by obnoxious, loud beeping outside. My eyes spring open and I shut them immediately, the bright light of the window piercing my vision. I shut them as fast as I can, but each fucking beep hurts like someone is banging a hammer to my skull. My stomach twists and I gulp, trying to hold the vomit down for at least another five minutes.

Opening my eyes warily to a squint, I stare around me and immediately want to shut them again. I recognize the room way too well, my eyes landing on a childish Galaxy Wars poster. Memories of last night flood my throbbing head.


-Flashback-

I stumble out of the crowded bar, breathing a relief of fresh air as I come out onto the cold Boston streets. I force a hand over my shivering arms, cursing myself for forgetting a jacket. If I was home in Seattle, I'd be at Carly's apartment in less than 10 minutes, forgetting my shitty night with wine coolers and chick flicks. But I don't know anyone well enough here to do all of that girly bullshit, so I pause before surveying a small bar I've never been to, ready to drink myself into a coma.

Walking inside, I glance around the half crowded bar, ordering myself a vodka on the rocks. When I look to my right, I chuckle, bringing the glass to my mouth.

"Benson." I say softly, but loud enough to get his attention as he turns around, eyebrows shooting up.

His stunned look wears off after a few seconds. "I almost didn't recognize you. You look just like your sister."

"I was at her bachelorette party. Also, we're twins, dumbass."

He ignores my insult, asking "What are you doing here, then?"

"Drinking."

"Yeah, well," He mumbles. "me too."

I snarl, pausing to order myself another drink. By the looks of it, Freddie needs one too, and I ask for two beers promptly. He looks awful. I examine his face; puffy red eyes outlined with black circles.

This wouldn't be the first time we've drank together since I moved here a few months ago. When I first arrived, Freddie was adamant on showing me around the city he spent college in. It was casual though, he wasn't someone I could confide in. I preferred to be alone.

He seems relieved, finally relaxing and sitting down at the bar. I reserve the seat next to him, taking a gulp of beer and watching with raised eyebrows as Freddie downs the entire bottle.

"Shit." I state, impressed. I shrug, ordering 2 shots of tequila. "I'll drink to that. What the hell happened to you?"

He gives me a small smile, silently taking one of the shots I offer him. Gulping it down with no remorse, he makes eyes at me. "You remember Ashley?"

-End Flashback-


I roll my eyes at the way the night progressed after that moment.

My head throbs and I scramble out of bed, pulling the sheet up to cover my chest and checking the spot next to me to make sure Freddie's not still asleep. I curse as I hold my forehead, scanning the floor with squinted eyes. What the hell was I wearing last night? My eyes land on the short red dress Melanie picked out for me and I grab it quickly, pulling it on my body and running a hand through my matted hair.

I make my way out of the bedroom, rolling my eyes at the footsteps I hear in the kitchen. I continue walking with my eyes glued to the floor.

"Morning, Sam. How're you feeling?"

I pull my gaze up to stare at Freddie, biting my lip in annoyance. His hair is wet and clean but his eyes look tired, sunken in with deep purple bags beneath them. He's standing over the stove making eggs and bacon, eager in waiting for my response.

"Do you make breakfast for all the girls you bring home?" I mock, trying to ignore the wafting smell of eggs, but holding my breath only makes it worse. Pressing a hand over my mouth, I run to the bathroom and violently blow chunks in the toilet.

I hear him snicker behind me before asking "You need a towel?"

I let out a second round of vomit, gagging at the vile taste, my head down. When I look up, Freddie's standing over me with a washcloth in his hand.

"You're not hungover?" I ask as he throws me the cloth, my eyes narrowed.

"Nah, I actually just got back from a run."

I raise my eyebrows. "Really."

"No," He frowns "I've been throwing up since 6 am." With a sigh, he motions to the kitchen "You want breakfast?"

"No." I lift myself up and flush the toilet. "I'm gonna go."

"Yeah, that's kinda impossible." He gives me a shrug. "But you can try."

I step past him on my way out of the bathroom, giving him a confused look as I straighten my dress and progress down the hallway. Coming to the front door of his basement apartment, I groan when it hardly budges as I push the knob.

When the door finally moves, I notice the large accumulation of snow all over the stairs leading to the sidewalk. I can hardly even see over the mound. The bright glowing sparkle of the snow pains me to look at, and I feel needles in my eyes.

"Fucking Boston." I snicker under my breath, glancing away and kicking at the white powder aimlessly.


-Flashback-

"Well, I wouldn't dwell on it." I say in sympathy of Freddie's breakup with his cheating girlfriend. "She was a cunt anyway."

Freddie looks unsurprised to hear this, since I was very vocal about my hatred of his newly ex girlfriend, Ashley. Something about her silly high pitched voice and southern accent pissed me off every time I saw her, and I avoided Freddie just so I didn't have to catch more than a glimpse of her obviously fake strawberry blond hair.

Freddie almost defends her, squeaking a pathetic sound out of his mouth before I notice the confusion on his face. He finally sighs, bringing his drink to his lips. "I guess you're right."

I click my tongue. "Always am."

"You know," His deep brown eyes lock with mine. "I'm so sick of this pressure to find..the one. I'm just about ready to settle down with the first junkie prostitute I see on the ride home." He orders another round of shots.

"Romantic." I snarl, taking a sip of my martini. "But I get it. Mel's party was just a reminder that I'm single as fuck."

"Won't she be mad that you left?"

I shrug. "Nah, she left me for years." Chuckling softly, I add "She was blackout drunk anyway, I doubt she'll remember it."

"We're pathetic." He laughs. "This relationship thing is such bullshit."

We both finish another shot. "Agreed."

Freddie switches the subject "What happened with us? I mean...as a couple?" He asks. If I wasn't so tipsy, his stare might've intimidated me.

"You told me that you loved me and we broke up anyway." I shake my head with a chuckle. "Dumbass."

Freddie laughs. "It was stupid."

Suddenly, I'm laughing with him and I place my hand on his waist, inching closer. "I was so annoyed with you after that. It turned me off of dating for years."

"Wasn't it mutual?" Freddie glances down. "Sorry."

I dismiss his apology with a swat of my hand, "I was all sorts of fucked up then. We would've never worked out anyway." I respond, taking a sip of my martini.

He shrugs. "Probably not."

"I don't even give a shit about relationships anymore." I confide in Freddie, smoothing my hair down. "Listening to my sister and her friends' never ending relationship problems turned me off of that for awhile." Sighing, I shrug "I just want sex that doesn't suck."

Freddie raises his eyebrows in agreement, giving me a soft sigh. "Yeah."

"Why don't we just...?" I say casually, swinging my leg around to subtlety rub against his.

I watch him intently as he awkwardly stirs his drink, trying to avoid my gaze. I stay silent and wait until he finally glances up, our eyes locking as he looks at me in annoyance. "You just said we wouldn't work out."

"Not in a relationship." I shrug. "But sex?" I give him a steady eyebrow raise, inching so close that I can hear him breathing. "Honestly, what do you have to lose?"

He rolls his eyes, backing his stool away from me. "Very funny, Sam."

"Hey!" I shoot my hands up defensively. "I'm offended! I mean, look at me, I'm a catch!"

He chuckles, the smile gradually disappearing off his face. He furrows his brow. "I can't tell if you're messing with me."

I shrug. I can't tell either, but the more I think about it, the better of an idea it becomes. It may just be a result of the alcohol fucking with my brain, but I let it in with open arms. "Come on!" I exclaim. "I mean, I haven't gotten laid in months and we all know Ashley wasn't giving it to you. We mind as well."

"Sam." He says sternly.

"What?!" I demand.

"I can't take advantage of you like that."

I glance around me for something to toss at him, settling on just smacking his arm. "Oh, shut up Mr. Rogers! You're not taking advantage of me! Last time I checked we were both drunk, sitting at some dumb bar at nearly 1 am. I don't feel like going home tonight, so the least you could do is let me crash at your place."

He stares at me for a minute before agreeing "Let's go."

I eagerly nod, following him out as he throws cash at the bartender and leads us onto the freezing street.

Freddie flags down a cab and I push him in before the door's even fully open. My eyes meet his and I stare at him as we sit next to each other, dangerously close. I'm not sure who makes the first move, but before I can even process the thought, we're sprawled out over the seats, my body pushed against him and our lips attacking one another.

His hands somehow made their way under my dress, gripping pieces of flesh before they sneak under my bra. I let out an involuntary moan, my lips still attached to his.

"Give me the address or get the fuck out!" The driver's voice plays as background music in my head, I'm only focused on one person right now.

Freddie's head shoots up as he gasps for air, mumbling "114 2nd Stre-" He can't finish before I pull him in again.

-End Flashback-


I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Fredward's hand on my shoulder. I move away from him immediately, an annoyed tone in my voice. "You have a shovel?"

He shakes his head. "You're not gonna be able to get out of here. The trains are closed."

"Dammit." I curse, staring at the ground as a gust of wind blows snow inside. Freddie's arm sneaks behind my back to shut the door.

"How many pieces of bacon do you want?" He asks, turning his back on me and walking to the kitchen.

I sigh. "5. And pour me a glass of your strongest liquor."

I pause before following him to the kitchen, plopping down at the island. I accept the Advil and water he offers, swallowing the pill quickly and praying that it'll help the searing pain in my head.

Freddie serves me a generous plate of bacon and eggs and places a full bottle of vodka on the table. I take it to my mouth, swallowing a large gulp. He gives me a disgusted look. "Gross, Sam. Would it've killed you to pour it in your glass?"

I roll my eyes in return, daring to ask 'Why do you care? These lips were on your dick for the greater part of last night.' Clearing my throat, I instead pointedly mumble "Best hangover remedy."

He raises his eyebrows, taking the clear bottle from my hand and pouring it for himself.

"So Benson," I start, holding my already empty plate out for him to refill. "How are you? Crippled with sadness yet?"

"Nah," He shrugs. "I'm fine."

"Until you're forced to think about it." I give him a pointed look.

Freddie sighs, handing me the entire pan of eggs with a few pieces of bacon messily thrown on top. "Probably."

I stuff my face with food until he clears his throat awkwardly, mumbling "So last night was...?"

"Let's not talk about it." I glance at his eager expression. "Please."

"Oh, come on Sam." He mocks my drunken tone from last night "What do you have to lose?"

"Fine." I grumble, placing a hand on my still throbbing head. "But only because I'm stuck here."

He gives me a satisfied smile that I immediately resent, crossing my hands over my chest stubbornly.

"I'm waiting." He quips.

"Honestly?" I clear my throat. "You're not half bad in bed, Benson." I pause, hating the way his eyebrows dart up at my words. "Tell anyone I said that and you'll be just as blacked out as you were last night. Without any alcohol."

"You were decent yourself, Princess Puckett."

"Aw, we were having a moment," I crinkle my nose. "that you ruined by calling me that."

Fredde laughs in response, sitting at the island beside me with his own plate of breakfast.

I lift myself up from my chair. "Anyway, I'm gonna take a shower."

"Mi bano es tu bano!" Freddie calls down the hall.

Swinging the bathroom door open, I kick my dress off and stare at my reflection. Jesus, I look like hell. My eyes mirror Freddie's, sunken in with deep black circles underneath. My face is pale and my hair is a disheveled, greasy mess. I can't stand to look at myself for more than a few seconds, turning the shower on and pulling the curtain back quickly. I step inside, exhaling a sigh of relief as the steaming water hits my body.

I can't help but grin while thinking of the conversation I just had with Freddie. I didn't want to give the kid too much pride, but he was unexpectedly good in bed. I run a hand over my back, feeling scratches that he imprinted on me less than 12 hours ago and chuckling. I never expected this from the same guy I lost my virginity to in an awkward, forced experience after we broke up nearly six years ago.


-Flashback-

He pushes me against the door of his apartment, attempting to screw the key in the knob as I kiss down his neck.

"Sam!" He hisses, only making me suck harder. I grin as he rolls his eyes.

Finally, the door swings open and he pushes me against a table, recklessly knocking off anything in our way. A mug crashes on the floor and shatters into various pieces, but Freddie doesn't seem to give a shit. I'm impressed.

He doesn't waste time in unclipping my bra, and I grip his shoulders, flipping him over so I can grind up against him, squirming out of my dress. My bra falls on the floor with it and my hands attack his belt buckle, eagerly taking it off and pulling his pants down. I immediately touch him through his boxers, watching his face intently as he lets out a soft moan.

"Bedroom?" I ask breathlessly as I peel his boxers off, watching his erection spring out.

Freddie nods quickly, his lips still attached to mine as our tongues battle. He doesn't hesitate to lift me up as I wrap my legs around his waist, and we attempt to make our way to his room while continuing to make out vigorously.

-End Flashback-


"Sam?" Freddie's voice brings me back to reality, and I blush knowing that I can't get last night out of my head. Why is it like this with him? I can sleep with any other guy and feel nothing, hardly even bothering to remember their name. But with Freddie...it's different.

He repeats my name and raps his knuckles on the bathroom door. "What?" I call, moving the curtain so he can see me.

He stands in front of me, raising his eyebrows at my state of nakedness. I watch a blush creep up on his neck and laugh softly. "What? Nothing you haven't seen before."

He shrugs, pausing before his voice comes out, awkward and questioning. "Do you wanna have sex?"

I narrow my eyes. "What?"

"I mean..." He clears his throat. "I feel like we just clicked." His eyes beg me for an immediate response.

I let out a harsh snicker. "You want to be fuck buddies."

He shakes his head, realizing that my sober self finds this situation hilarious. "Forget I said anything! I'm gonna go sleep this hangover off, you can-"

"Relax, Fredweird." I cut him off, taking a deep breath before mumbling "I'm in if you are."

"Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, stammering "W-Well yeah. Sure."

I hold back a laugh as his embarrassed gaze finds the floor. Before I can say anything else, he points to the door. "I feel like we should come up with some sort of...rulebook for this thing."

"Jesus, Freddie, why do you sound like a 12 year old boy talking about periods? It's just sex."

He gives me a steady glare as I pull myself out of the shower, letting my breasts bounce in front of him before covering myself with a towel. I receive nothing but an annoyed grunt and eye roll in response, exactly what I was expecting.

"Okay..." He starts, running a hand through his hair as I take a long swig of alcohol straight from the bottle. I note how he doesn't shiver in disgust this time.

"I'll make the first and only rule." I swallow down the harsh liquid. "Vodka. And oh, we won't fall in love or any of that bullshit. This is purely fucking. Think you can handle it, Benso-?"

His hands find my waist before I can finish, my towel on the floor as his lips immediately meet mine. "I think so, Princess Puckett."


I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this. I'll definitely add another chapter, but it's up to you all if you want this to be a multichapter. Obv more sex in chap 2, and let me know if you want this to be more in reviews. Thanks for reading, reviews mean a lot!