The sun was pointing directly into his eyes, so he squeezed his eyes back together, and then curled away from the sun, even if it was comforting.
The sound of the shower was heard distinctively, and it was a soothing sound to hear.
Wait.
Black Sheets? He didn't have black sheets.
Sun? He didn't have a window in his room.
Shower? Who the fuck was in his shower?
Or, better question, where the fuck was he?
The more he thought about it, the more his head started to hurt. Then it hit him. Fucking hard too.
He'd had sex with Izaya.
And he hadn't been fucking drunk like he had pretended to be.
Shit.
And Izaya woke up first. Which means he must have realized that he'd been drunk.
Shit.
The shower stopped, and Shizuo quickly laid back down, hoping that Izaya wouldn't realize he was awake. The door opened, and footstep were heard as he came into the room again. The footsteps pauseed by the bed.
Shizuo tried to look relaxed.
Which wasn't one of his strong skills.
A small laugh was heard, and then a whisper:
"I can't believe you're still asleep. It's almost 3. Stupid~"
Izaya seriously thought he was asleep? Damn. Either Izaya was dumber than what he wanted everyone to think, or he was a really good actor. Or maybe Izaya just didn't want to get yelled at just yet. The world may never know.
Izaya trailed off somewhere, and Shizuo dared to open his eyes, not really wanting to risk it, but was incredibly curious about what a semi-wet Izaya would look like.
Izaya stood in front of the mirror, looking at, ahem, various marks across his neck and collar, but that wasn't really what Shizuo decided to focus on.
Was he seriously wearing my shirt?
Shizuo quite barely held back a burst of laughter, as he admired how the smaller male looked in his shirt. Shizuo closed his eyes, and waited for Izaya to come closer.
And he did.
As Izaya passed by the bed, to grab what Shizuo thought to be a pair of boxers, Shizuo grabbed Izaya, and forced him to straddle his waist. Izaya sqeaked and looked at Shizuo with wide eyes. Shizuo pushed him forward, and whispered in his ear, "good morning~"
Izaya blushed and pressed his face into Shizuo's shoulder, mumbling, "Stupid protozoan..."
Shizuo couldn't get mad. He grinned and decided to push the flea's buttons.
"Wow, first you look incredibly hot in my shirt, and then you want to snuggle? Why, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me!"
Izaya bit his shoulder harshly to keep his embarresment in check. Of course, Shizuo was unharmed due to steel like skin, and the lack of nerves in all parts of his body.
"Don't be embarresed, though, is you're going to stay here, you should definetly keep the shirt. It's such a turn on!"
Izaya groaned, and the blush reached his ear, and Izaya just pushed his face closer to the blonde. He didn't feel like bothering to come up with a snappy response.
Shizuo, on the other hand, was enjoying this entirely. When did he get so much power over the flea? Never mind, it didn't matter, he would just snuggle, and then wonder about it later. Shizuo wrapped his arms around his new lover gently, and then rested his head on the pillow. However this time, the sun didn't shine in his eyes. So that was good.
"Hey flea..."
"My name is Izaya..."
"Hey Izaya..."
"Yeah...?"
"Did you say it was around 3?"
"...Yeah..."
"...I think I'm late for work..."
"...Fuck you..."
"Oi!"
"Go to work! And don't ever come back!"
"...I'll need you to give me back my shirt you know..."
"..Fuck your work... I'll pay for your needs..."