This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. It was supposed to turn out with Francis fucking Gilbert into the bed so hard he'd break the thing and Antonio fucking Francis all at the same time. But things had gone wrong.
Someone (Gilbert) had drunk way too much at the party and was now promptly passed out at the end of the bed. He hadn't even made it fully onto the bed before he fell back onto it and proceeded to pass out. Another (Antonio) was far too gone to even realize there was a bed there (Francis was afraid someone had added a certain ingredient to the brownies that were at the party…), and Francis, well…nothing had really gone wrong with Francis. He was still as horny as ever, but seeing his two friends in the state they were now (one completely off his rocker and the other completely passed out), he figured he'd be getting no where tonight.
Francis, being the good friend he is, pulled Gilbert's shoes off and freed him of his clothing, leaving him in only his Prussian Blue boxers. Grabbing him by the ankles, he pushed Gilbert farther up on the large bed and pulled the covers over him.
Next was Antonio.
Francis found him a few feet away, looking closely at a potted plant. He was talking to it as if it was an old friend, with wild hand gestures and a huge grin on his face.
"Oh you don't say! Well that's wonderful to here, Mr. Fern! I'm glad you and Mrs. Croton have settled your differences!"
Francis placed a hand on Antonio's shoulder, catching the man's attention.
"Oh, Francis! Did you hear? Mr. Fern and Mrs. Croton have made up! How wonderful is that?"
Francis stared at him for a few seconds, mentally noting that yes, someone did indeed add a certain ingredient to the brownies.
"Um, Antonio, you're talking to a plant. Will you come with me so we can go lay down? Gilbert is already in bed and I think you really should go, too."
"Oh of course, of course, Francis! Let me just say goodbye to dear Mr. Fern here, and then I will join you!"
After Antonio parted ways with Mr. Fern (Francis was sure he wouldn't be able to look at the potted plant in his room the same way again), he finally got Antonio out of his clothes and into the bed next to Gilbert. Francis did the same and soon joined the two at the other end of the bed.
"Wow, Francis! Your bed sheets feel like clouds! That is so cool! They're so soft and warm and fuzzy and they feel really good on my skin! What do you wash them with? I want my bed sheets to feel like clouds. I wonder what it would be like to sleep on a cloud. Oh, oh! Francis! Do you think we could go sleep on a cloud? I think that would feel so much better than a springy bed!"
Francis couldn't help but chuckle at his friend who was so obviously as high as a kite. "Non, Antonio. I would rather like to stay on earth where I belong. Now go to sleep, d'accord? You'll feel more like yourself in the morning."
Antonio nodded happily and turned over so he was facing Gilbert, who had curled up into a ball while Francis was helping Antonio. Antonio scooted closer to Gilbert and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and practically hugging him to his chest.
"Good night, Gilly!"
Gilbert's only response was to curl up even further in Antonio's embrace, muttering something quietly in his sleep.
Francis watched the two for a few minutes, thinking to himself how things could have gone so much more different had he watched how much Gilbert drank or told Antonio not to eat the hash brownies.
Sighing to himself, he inched close to Antonio and hitched a leg over one of his, using his arm to wrap around Antonio's waist and settled closely behind him.
Closing his eyes, he thought to himself, I guess I'll just have to settle with spooning.
yet another request from tumblr done two years ago. this one is kind of silly, but i always found it funny. hope you enjoyed. (: