Morning After

Content warning: Contains mentions of alcohol and sexual activity

The late morning sun filtered into Ronaldo's room through the blinds, and he woke slightly with a groan, trying to recollect what had happened the night before. There was a faint smell of alcohol coming from somewhere, and he was pretty sure he wasn't wearing pants. Or anything else for that matter. And neither was the one he was sharing the bed with.

Oh that's right, Lars and I were playing video games...and then some.

Ronaldo could feel Lars' spidery limbs wrapped around his torso, clinging like a koala on a tree, and evidently still sound asleep. There were a few choice bite marks and hickeys on his neck and shoulders, and quickly feeling his own body, Ronaldo realized he had some of his own.

Wow that was a really fun night.

Just as he was about to snuggle back under the covers with his partner, Ronaldo's phone chimed with that 'anime sparkle' ringtone he'd picked and was sort of regretting after three months with it, and he picked the phone up lazily, answering with a yawn, "H'lo?"

"Ronaldo!", Steven cheered on the other line, "Guess who's waiting outside your house for the Sailor Galaxy marathon?"

A jolt of realization went up Ronaldo's spine. Oh shit, I forgot all about that. Giving a yelp, Ronaldo sat up, "Oh of course Steven! I'll be...just a minute!"

"What if I just let myself in through the restau-"

"NO," Ronaldo cut him off, not wanting the boy to come upstairs looking for him, "Th-the door's locked," he lied, laughing awkwardly, "I'll be down in a jiffy to let you in!", and hung up, slamming his phone down, and was in a blind panic to get out of bed, grabbing for fresh clothes.

Lars was still clinging to him, blissfully asleep, and Ronaldo had to pry him off, tucking him in, hoping he'd stay asleep a little longer so he could get him out of there before Steven saw him.

Deducing his typical t-shirt and button up wasn't going to mask the 'love bites' on his neck, Ronaldo had to take an extra thirty seconds to dab on skin tone makeup, and rushed downstairs, still a little frazzled. He probably needed a shower and brush his teeth, but he could sneak away once the marathon started.

Opening the door, he let Steven in, leading him into the living room, and set up the TV, turning it to the right channel, and set out a few basic snacks. He should have prepared better for this. Granted he was supposed to have woken up three hours earlier, but Lars evidently wore him out enough to make him sleep in.

Steven settled on the couch, "So give me the run down. Is this the original version of the series, or the revival series with sparklier outfits?"

"The original of course. But after that, they're slated run the secret five episodes that follow the alternate ending of the series where Sailor Galaxy is granted a wish, and becomes goddess of the Celestial Seas and-"

"No spoilers!", Steven whined.

"Right sorry!", Ronaldo smiled, and kicked back on the couch, feeling pride swell in his chest as Steven excitedly announced it was starting when the theme song of the anime played on the TV. Humming it to himself, Ronaldo decided he could stay and watch the pilot, out of respect for the story line, and then deal with his shower and Lars.

"So where does the alien moon owl come in? Is it this episode?", Steven asked.

"Episode two. You'll see," Ronaldo smiled, patting the boy's head, and grabbed a potato chip to nibble. It wasn't breakfast, but it would have to do until he had time to cook.

Ronaldo had gotten caught up in the show, and by episode three, forgot all about his sleeping bedmate upstairs.

Halfway through episode five, just as Sailor Galaxy met the mysterious Cardigan Mask, Steven piped up, "Wow, you invited Lars too?"

Ronaldo nearly spit out his chips, and looked over.

Oh thank god, Lars was clothed. In Ronaldo's shirt from the night before, and nothing else, but it covered him up at least. The lanky man still looked half asleep, looking quite content, a warm grin on his face as he stumbled over to the couch, not even noticing Steven.

"Hi Laaars!", Steven beamed from the couch, completely oblivious to the satisfied afterglow Lars was in, and the panic on Ronaldo's face.

Lars plopped right on Ronaldo's lap, curling against him like a sedated cat, "G'mornin baby~", he purred lowly.

Ronaldo immediately guessed who had enjoyed the alcohol the most between the two of them, and awkwardly smiled, "Er...hi Lars. Did you sleep well?"

"Oh you know I didn't," Lars grinned, blinking at him with a flirty look, "But that's OK. I liked it all anyway~"

"Woah, did you two have a sleep over?", Steven piped up innocently.

"Oh heyyyy, Steven," the drunk man sing-songed, still smiling drunkenly, "Yeaaaah, we sure did~"

"Wow," Steven laughed, "You're acting weird today, Lars. And you smell funny!"

"Well you smell great. An' last night, Ronnie got me right in the as-"

"ASteroid!", Ronaldo yelped, pointing at the TV, "S-Sailor Galaxy's gonna destroy the evil asteroid!"

"Oh!", Steven grinned, and watched the screen in excitement, "Wow!", he grinned.

"Woooow," Lars giggled against Ronaldo's arm as he flopped against him.

Well, there went the opportunity to get a shower in. Ronaldo was not going to risk leaving a drunk flirty punk alone in the same room as an innocent star-child. No good could come of it.

"Oh, hey!" he piped up, "Lars. Why don't you...cook us breakfast, in the kitchen, alright?", he looked to the other just as he was about to give Ronaldo's clothed shoulder a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.

"Oh," Lars nodded, still pretty loopy, "Right~ Right~," and got up, a giggly mess, flouncing to the kitchen, wearing Ronaldo's shirt like a dress.

"Lars sure seems happy today," Steven smiled as he watched the anime, swinging his legs a little, "What's got him in such a nice mood?"

"Oh uh...he's just...a big fan of Sailor Galaxy," Ronaldo lied through his teeth.

"I never would have guessed," Steven laughed, "But I guess it makes sense. It's magical and pretty. Like him!"

Ronaldo flushed, laughing awkwardly, "Right."

About ten minutes later, just as the battle between the Galaxy Girls and the wicked Comet Gang reached its climax, Lars sing-songed from the kitchen, "Ronnnnn~? Could you give me a hand heeeere?"

Sighing as he got up, Ronaldo called out, "Sure thing!," and told Steven he would be back in a minute or two.

"Alright, what do you nee-AAAAAAH?", Ronaldo yelped, covering his mouth to stop himself from screaming.

Lars grinned as he sat on the Fryman family's kitchen island, completely nude, shirt left on the floor, "This counter is very cold~"

"Lars!", Ronaldo hissed quietly and hurried over, jamming his wrinkly shirt back over the other to cover him up, "There is a child in the other room!"

"We can be quiet~", Lars purred, giggling against Ronaldo's ear as he leaned forward on the counter.

"You have proven time and time again that's impossible for you," Ronaldo glared at him, "You're drunk and acting completely ridiculous."

"No I'm noooot," he whined, snuggling against Ronaldo again, even as the other shoved him off slightly.

"I'm going to continue hosting this marathon for Steven. You stay in here and wake up or deal with the horrible hangover in store for you," Ronaldo pointed at him, and walked out of the kitchen, shutting the door.

Ronaldo's words went in one ear and out the other as Lars sat there, smiley and sleepy, and hopped off the kitchen island. Fine. If Ronnie didn't want a second round, Lars could make himself a delicious breakfast instead.

But first he needed coffee.

Setting up the instant coffee maker, Lars was pleasantly silent as he brewed a pot of dark roast, and poured himself a hot mug, plenty of cream and plenty of sugar. He'd rather have tea, but this would do fine.

After three sips, smiling contently at the kitchen table, basking in the late morning sun, Lars officially woke up.

And promptly spit out a mouthful of coffee.

Then screamed like a banshee.

Having heard the bloody murder scream, Ronaldo told a very spooked Steven that everything was probably fine, and he would go check on Lars. Seeing the spit coffee on his wall, and a horrified Lars frozen in his seat, he stared in shock, "What happened?"

"STEVEN IS HERE, ISN'T HE?", Lars yelped.

"Uhhh yes? For the last three hours or so?"

"Jesus Christ!", Lars yelped, "I was a complete doofus! Did he see me naked? Dear God please tell me he didn't see me-"

"You were clothed! Be calm!"

"Oh god," Lars whined, already feeling the hangover headache, and still panicking, "Gotta grab my clothes, an' shower, and-"

"Take the other kitchen door, it's closer to the stairs," Ronaldo whispered, and shoved Lars in that direction, heading through the other door to cheerfully greet Steven, asking him what had happened in the show, and if anyone had died yet.

"Uh...I think you said earlier nobody dies..."

"I-I did?", Ronaldo flushed, "Oh...right!", he laughed, "I was uh...just joking."

About fifteen minutes later, Lars slunk down the stairs, looking quite embarrassed with himself as he wandered over to Ronaldo, "So uh...sorry about that...," he whispered, face red, "I should just uh...go home, grab some aspirin and-"

Ronaldo pulled Lars by the arm until he fell onto his lap, "Stay. It's getting good."

"But my hangover-"

"I've got aspirin. And a toilet just down the hall. You'll be fine," Ronaldo mumbled, keeping quiet while Steven was distracted by the TV.

"...Is this the original series?", Lars mumbled, deciding to get comfortable on Ronaldo's lap, using his tummy as a pillow.

"You bet it is," he grinned.

"...by the way," Lars muttered as the theme song played and Steven sang along loudly to it, "Sorry I puked on your floor up there."

"...I'll clean it up after episode 50," Ronaldo muttered, gently petting Lars' hair, Steven remaining all the more oblivious to their actions.

"...remind me never to have us do shots during video games ever again."

"Agreed."