.||Ace of Hearts||.
With a groan, Allen forced his eyes open. His head was pounding as the natural light of the sun burned holes through him and any exposed part of him. He had little recollection of what he happened the night before or why he was so sore now. A searing pain causing him to cringe and let out another groan of agony. His hand felt like led as he lifted it up to protect his eyes from the sun. Why were his curtains open anyways? With much effort, he forced himself to sit up and get out of bed. Taking a few steps he suddenly stumbled from tripping on something. The cluttering sounds of bottles as he looked down and blinked. Beer bottles. They littered the floor and some were placed on the desk off to the left. How much had he drank last night? Brushing it aside for now he continued over to the window and closed the curtains, sighing as the light tortured him no more.
Hearing another groan had caught his attention. He spun around quickly which had been a bad idea as it caused him to be slightly dizzy once he stopped. Refocusing his vision, he saw a rather conspicuous lump on his bed hidden by the blankets. It shifted with another groan and Allen could see a tuft of red hair just poking out from under the blanket. He held his breath. No way he was laying in Allen's bed. Had they both been drinking last night? He looked around once more, taking the time to absorb all of the details of the room. It was his room; that was obvious. Beer bottles scattered here and there. One thing made him blush, the clothes both identified as his and only one other member of the Order he knew. Lavi Bookman Junior. He instantly began looking to see if underwear had been thrown around.
"A-Allen?" he froze, slowly looking over to the bed. The lump now identified as 'Lavi' sat up, letting the blankets fall to rest on his lap. Allen felt heat rush to his face at the sight of the exposed and well-tone muscles of the older teen. His stomach taught, stretching to it's limit as the red-headed exorcist stretched with a drawled out yawn. "How much did we drink last night?" he asked groggily, rubbing his temples with an agonized cringe on his face. So his head felt like it was being pounded like a mallet too. Allen knew he wasn't alone.
Lavi blinked in wonder as Allen began his search, kicking things aside and moving discarded cards from the disordered deck that had been poorly put away by the foot of the bed on the floor. His face was so red it contrasted with his white-hair like a cherry on top of a vanilla sundae. Lavi shook his head of any more thoughts. Sure the beansprout was cute but now was not the time nor place to start thinking of him like that. "What are you doing beansprout?" he asked curiously, trying to keep his headache at bay. Just a mere hangover, it'll pass with time and some pain killers. He had a supply stashed away in his room ready for him just incase he had too much to drink the night before.
"Looking for underwear" Allen answered offhandedly and honestly. Considering what he believes they did, this was nothing. Lavi simply raised a brow, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.
"But, you're already wearing underwear..." he stated. Allen stopped and looked down to see that in fact he was still wearing his underwear. He flushed in embarrassment, hiding his face by shadowing it with his bangs. Maybe this was just a dream. Whether it was a bad dream or not Allen still had to decide. However, it seemed too real for a dream and last time he checked pain was something that didn't make itself known in dreams. He felt pain. So this couldn't be a dream. A possible hallucination from being drunk perhaps? No, Allen wasn't sure how much he drank but he surely didn't consume enough alcohol to still be seeing things in the morning. So it was real. Lavi was sitting in his bed half -or possibly completely- nude. Allen standing at the foot of his bed in nothing but his underwear. It really made him wonder just what the two had done last night. Hopefully nothing regrettable.
"Uuuh... Lavi, as embarrassing as this is to ask, just what did we do last time?" Allen finally asked, looking off to the side with a deep blush on his face. He had noticed a small stain on his wall, grey that blended with the off-white paint of the walls. Barely noticeable if he not of been so determined to look the red-head directly in the eyes. He would probably not be able to create coherent sentences if he were stuck in an eye lock with those enticing emerald eye of his.
Lavi only grinned at Allen's blushing face. His beansprout was all the more cute when he blushed or was mad at him. A reason as to why Lavi enjoyed rallying him up into a frenzy, he looked simply adorable. Lavi used all of his self-control to stop himself from kissing him on the lips. Though Lavi has he doubts that the white-haired teen had any real feelings for him that weren't platonic judging by the way he looks at Lenalee. A girl. However, at a moment like this thoughts like those were quickly brushed aside and shoved into the smallest farthest corner of the back of his mind. "You don't remember?" he countered, a false facade of genuine surprise. As if what happened would be unforgettable. Oh how he loved to lead his little beansprout on.
Allen shook his head, his blush darkening if that was even possible. "S-Sorry, can't say I do..." he muttered apologetically. His brows furrowed as he looked deep in thought. Trying to recall what had occurred the night before between the two boys. Suddenly his eyes widened as he looked to Lavi in alarm and shock. "You don't mean that we... did it, did we?" Lavi frowned at the tone he used.
"What if we did?" he reprimanded, a pout tugging at his bottom lip. He was always great at hiding his true emotions, which was amusement right now at his beansprout`s reaction. The boy started tugging at his hair frantically, biting at his bottom lip nervously. Fidgeting from his left to right foot awkwardly, seeming to think even more. Brows furrowed further in thought. "Why? Are you regretting it already? Don't tell me everything you said to me was a lie!" Lavi whimpered out, doing his best to not break out in a Cheshire grin and smother his beansprout.
"N-No... What did I say?" Lavi couldn't take it no more. He grinned, now positioned on his hands and knees.
"Well nothing really" Allen relaxed, dropping his guard and no longer keeping an eye on the red head. Bad idea. Lavi, now ready to pounce had a predatory grin. "But since your mind seems so hooked on it, why not!" with that he pounced. Allen let out a surprised yelp as he was knocked over. His neck suddenly attacked by Lavi's lips.
The truth of the situation, the two had simply played stripe poker. Getting drunk, they passed out on Allen's bed. Nothing intimate or revealing was spoken between them. The whole thought of it brought on by Allen's own paranoia of being found out and Lavi's... forward methods of getting his point across. The point; 'You're my Beansprout!'.