Note: I am a big Ed Sheeran fan and his songs are constantly playing in my head.
Title of this fic comes from the song Drunk by Ed Sheeran
The right side of the wrong bed
Every bone in his body hurt and bile was tickling his throat. Tiny movements sent pain shooting through the back of his head and Will continued help but think 'I am never drinking again'. He wasn't even sure how he got so drunk, one minutes he was standing in the corner rocking to the music and the next he was licking salt off some guy's abs and downing tequila shots.
Will tried to sit up but the effort only made the pounding in his head worse so he just laid there, holding his head between his hands and praying he didn't throw up on himself. He was going to kill Chad for dragging him to that party. Why did the guy have to point out how lonely and boring his life had been since he came out of the closet? It's not that Will wasn't interested in having fun and dating; he was just taking his time and figuring out how to navigate the gay scene.
"Come on Will, just one shot. Live a little, man." T was a dead man walking too. If he wasn't in so much pain and feeling like everything inside him was on a roller coaster ride he would go find both of them and knock them out. Will groaned when trying to open one eye sent, what felt like, shards of glass into his eyeball.
Will! Will! Will! They were all chanting his name for him to take the 5th shot. Will leaned back so far on the stool while downing the shot that he almost fell over. Someone caught him and propped him up. He bit into the lime then shot both arms into the air. A roar of applause followed.
He couldn't understand why he didn't want to come to this party. He would have to thank Chad for dragging him screaming and kicking from the dorm room. Will was having an awesome time. After the last shot he could no longer resist the call of the dance floor. Slipping from the bar stool, using the people beside him to help him out, he stumbles to the dance floor and starts moving to the music. He had never been one to dance before but tonight he was letting it all out.
Will was too buzzed to let his insecurities get the better of him; so he didn't complain or run away when some guy started dancing with him.
"You think we should put these people out of their misery and take him home?" T asked Chad as he watched Will on the dance floor, displaying moves that made T cringe and shake his head in embarrassment.
"No way, he is enjoying himself. He needs this." Chad says in between laughter.
"You're right, but can you please teach the guy some moves invented on this planet" They both laugh, make promises to keep an eye on their friend, then head off in separate directions.
Suddenly Will has an overwhelming urge to pee. He taps his dance partner on the shoulder and shouted that he had to pee. The guy smiled and nodded. Will returned the smile; aware for the first time how handsome the guy was and fit. His muscles were on full display beneath the tight, sweat drenched t-shirt. He had never been jealous of a piece of clothing before and Will wanted to rib it off along with those tight jeans that accentuated all the right places. Gosh he was hot. He keeps smiling at the guy and the guy smiles back. Will knows he is aroused and the look on his dance partner's face says he knows it too. But nature starts knocking and Will is reminded that he needs to go to the restroom.
He finds his way through the crowd and was grateful that the bathroom wasn't full. Will was trying to make it as fast he could; he wanted to get back to that guy. Maybe he would get his first kiss tonight (well his first kiss with a guy). Maybe he could get even more than a kiss. He giggles at the thought and dash from the restroom.
Coming out of the closet had not been easy for him. Having all your friends find out you are gay before you are ready to share it with them is not always pleasant. Now everyone is cool with who he is. Will shook the memories away. He wanted, no needed, to focus on now and on the hot guy that was rubbing up against him earlier. If things go his way then he would definitely be getting on base tonight.
"Hey watch it man." Maybe it was the haste or the fact that he was slightly unsteady on his feet that caused him to bump into someone and spill their drink all over both of them.
"I'm sorry." Will peered over the head of the guy in front of him, even going on tip toes so he could see the dance floor. There was the hotty. Then his heart sank when the guy started grinding on some other dude. "Shit."
"You okay man? Sorry about that." Will was confused for a second but then realized the guy was pretty drunk. His hand was around Will's shoulder before he could react. "Let me buy you a drink, my buddies are at the bar."
From there he ended up in a beer drinking contest maybe, or maybe it was just a dare, Will wasn't sure and that's as much as he can remember.
A load ringing sound intensifies the pain in his head and he almost screams for it to stop but it keeps going and when it stops it starts all over again. On the third sequence he recognizes the ringing tone as his cell phone and with his eyes closed reaches down to the floor to pick up the offensive gadget.
Will grumbles a hello. "Will!" He has to pull the phone away from his ears and back again when the screeching stops. "Where the hell are you?" he recognizes T's voice. T keeps creating reasons for Will to kill him.
His throat is scratchy but he manages to get out "In my dorm room."
"That's not possible because I'm standing in your room and there is no one here." T's statement is like ice water on his back and he bolts upright in the bed, ignoring the discomfort. Eyes fly open and he looks around. This is certainly not his dorm room. A groan comes from somewhere beside him and the lump on the left side of the bed starts moving.
Will's eyes are opened wide with fright. He scrambles backward and falls hard off the bed to the floor. The fall knocks the wind out of him and he forgets for a second that he was in a strange bed in a strange apartment. The phone is forgotten, having landed somewhere unseen.
While clinging to the edge of the bed Will manages to get off the floor but the action only caused more shock when he realizes he is completely naked. That's when he feels it, the change in his body, the soreness and soft ache that tells him what he did last night. He looks down at his finger nails and remembers them scraping skin. What the fuck did he do last night?
The lump continues to stir and Will feels like a deer in headlight. He should look for his clothes and get the hell out of here but he is stuck. The sheets get thrown back and Will sees a guy; dark hair and olive skin standing out against the white sheet. He holds his hand to his head, clearly in pain.
"Fuck, I am never drinking again." A string of sear words leave his mouth before he finally manages to open his eyes and see the naked guy standing on the other side of the bed. He bolts out of the bed and takes the same position as Will. Both men stood there, looking at each other's naked form and wondering how they got here. "Who the fuck are you?" They both look frightened and lost.
The question thaws Will's limbs and he is suddenly very much aware of his nakedness exposed to strange dark brown eyes. He stammers incoherent words as he looks around the room for his clothes. Will is in his jeans and about to slip in his t-shirt when he notices the guy hasn't moved. He is still standing there, naked and watching Will's every move. Their eyes lock and Will can't help but think he's never seen anything more beautiful.
"You okay?" Chocolate brown eyes look at him, searching for any apprehension, anything that might tell them that this was not what he wanted.
"I'm good. Really good." Their lips meet in an intense play of lips and tongues. It feels so good and Will wonders how he could possibly not be okay. He feels the pressure against his body, marvels at the way his body is responding to everything this guy was offering. He is between Will's leg, tender with his entry but unable to do anything about the resistance that comes with being new. He maintains the kiss as he pushes forward and Will accidentally bites down on the guy's bottom lip when his cock rips into him.
Will blushes at the memory and can't stop his eyes from looking at the swollen bottom lip of the guy standing in front of him.
Something gets the guy to his senses; he grabs his jeans from off the floor and jumps into them. Will watches his movements as he tries to think about the best way to escape. How did he end up sleeping with someone last night? What happened to taking it slow? He knew what happened; tequila shots followed by beer – lots of beer. This would have never happened if he wasn't drunk.
He doesn't put on more than his pants before walking over to stand before Will. This guy takes Will's breath away and he can maybe see why he ended up here.
"I'll put on some coffee, and then we can talk." He doesn't wait for Will to answer before walking away and going to the kitchen to make coffee. Will looks at the guys back and the red parts all over it. He can remember his nails dragging across the skin. He also remembers that it wasn't just the guy's back that his nails dug into; Will is certain that those same red marks would be all over the guy's ass. "My name is Sonny by the way."
Sonny. Not a name Will was expecting. The guy looked more like a Chandler or a Freddie. "Will, my name is Will."
He gives his name but contemplates just grabbing his shoes and leaving. Isn't that what he is suppose to do? But this guy, Sonny, is making coffee and wanting to talk - not exactly your one-night-stand behavior. The thought of a one night stand doesn't sit well with Will and it pushes him to stay. It would be nice to know even a little bit about the first guy he had sex with.
