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"There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
This a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Op-oh-oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandeliers on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant's out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail..."
Last Friday Night by Katy Perry
Warnings: Kind of crackish and slight MxM Smut
Chris groaned and opened his eyes. The light spilling through his window hurt his eyes and he automatically shut them again. There was something warm pressed up against his back and encircling his waist. His head pounded viciously as he tried to get his bearings straight. He remembered last night to an extent, but for the most part it was a blur.
Chris sat in the dim bar glaring at the back of a certain blonde's head. At this point the blonde should have spontaneously combusted where he sat a couple tables in front of Chris with a few of his friends. Why they had all been forced to come here when it was no secret that quite a few people in here wouldn't mind killing one another, he would never know.
He tore his gaze away from the monster before him and looked around the room. Claire, Leon, and Sherry were talking over by the bar with Jake standing behind the petite blonde like an overprotective boyfriend. The members of the STARS were joking around at a couple tables near the door. William and Annette Birkin were sitting with Wesker and Excella was hanging off the blonde trying in vain to catch his attention. Piers and Sheva were sitting at his table talking to each other, having already given up on talking to Chris. It was like one big dysfunctional family reunion. But where were Jill and Ada?
As that thought passed through his mind, the lights of the bar pretty much all went out and the stage lights at the front of the room came on. Chris blinked rapidly at the sudden change in light. Once he stopped blinking, his eyes widened fractionally and his mouth hung open slightly. On the stage was Ada and Jill with microphones in their hands.
"Alright boys this for you," Ada purred.
"Because some of you really just need to take a hint," Jill finished.
Without further ado, music began to fill the room.
"La la la," the two women sang together for a moment.
"Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like?" Ada sang, staring pointedly at Simmons. "I can always see 'em coming, from the left or from the right."
"I don't want to be a priss, I'm just try'na be polite," Jill sang, her gaze sweeping across the people before landing on Wesker. "But it always seems to bite me in the…"
"Ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot," Ada sang, looking at Jack Krauser.
"You think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not."
"You had me at 'Hello', then you opened up your mouth."
"And that is when it started going south," both women sang together, "Oh!"
Chris sat in his chair unsure of how to react before chugging down the rest of his drink, unaware that his drink had been spiked.
"Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips. Stop your staring at my… Hey!" Ada and Jill continued to singing together, glaring at the male population in the bar. "Take a hint, take a hint. No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think. I think you could use a mint. Take a hint, take a hint. La la la… T-take a hint, take a hint. La, la, la…"
Chris had already finished his beer and he was feeling a little…off. And getting up on that stage right now with Ada and Jill was sounding like a damn good idea. He decided that he'd do just that. He'd get up on stage and sing, too. Chris pushed his chair back and made his way around to the other side of the stage.
"Chris!" Piers called after him, but he ignored him.
"I guess you still don't get it, so let's take it from the top," Ada sang as Chris hopped on stage and stole Jill's microphone.
"You asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was 'Stop'," Chris sang, glaring heatedly at Wesker.
Jill stared incredulously at Chris' back and Claire gaped at her brother. Neither had any idea how he knew this song, but they sure as hell didn't want to know.
Ada glanced at the brunette beside her now, but continued nonetheless. "And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped."
"You'd be here and I'd be on a yacht," all three of them sang, Jill and Ada now sharing a microphone. "Oh!"
"Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips. Stop staring at my… Hey! Take a hint, take a hint. La, la, la… No you can't by me a drink, let me tell you what I think. I think that you should use a mint. Take a hint, take a hint. La, la, la… T-take a hint, take a hint. La, la, la…"
"What about 'no' don't you get?" Chris sang.
"So go and tell your friends," the two women sang together, since the brunette was slowly dominating the song.
"I'm not really interested," they all sang together.
"It's about time that you're leavin'," Ada sang, before Chris could.
"I'm gonna count to three and open my eyes and you'll be gone," Chris took over again.
Piers sat beside Sheva blanching at his friend's actions. Had fighting against crime for so long caused his friend to lose it? Both he and Claire attempted to sink to the floor and make a run for it.
"One," the two women sang together.
"Get your hands off my…," Chris sang.
"Two."
"Or I'll punch you in the…"
"Three."
"Stop staring at my… Hey!"
"Take a hint, take a hint. I am not your missing link. Let me tell you what I think. I think that you could use a mint. Take a hint, take a hint. Take a hint, take a hint. Whoa!" The three of them sang and Chris never once stopped glaring at the blonde. "Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips. Stop staring at my… Hey! Take a hint, take a hint. La, la, la… T-take a hint, take a hint. La, la, la…"
As the music died away, Ada winked at Leon, whose face lit up like a cherry, Jill left the stage in a huff, and Chris flipped off Wesker before marching off towards the bathrooms
After that it was all a blur. Chris remembered bits like dancing up on tabletops, taking one too many shots, and getting kicked out of the bar at one point. He, also, has this vague memory of kissing Wesker. God, he hopes that was just a dream. After the bar, he slightly remembers going to a park and skinny dipping with a few other people. And he's pretty sure that they broke the law somewhere along the line.
Another groan escapes his lips and he forces himself to open his eyes. Chris gapes at his room when he's finally able to see straight. There's glitter all over his room and clothes, some that didn't even belong to him, were strewn everywhere as well. Chris gulps and slowly turns his head to look at who's next to him in bed. For a moment all he can see is gelled back blonde hair and he almost panics, thinking that he slept with a stranger. But after a second he realizes that it's Wesker in bed with him. And that they are both naked. He freaks out worse than if it had been a stranger. Chris flies out of the bed and quickly slips on a pair of pants from the floor, not caring who they belong to, and rushing out the bedroom door.
Chris immediately dashes into the closest bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind him, Chris leans back against it and breathes heavily. Did he really sleep with Wesker? He tried to remember but he couldn't. And it infuriated him to no end. Now that he thinks about it. His lower back did hurt, which was really weird, and he was limping. Furrowing his brows, Chris' mind slowly connected the dots as he moved to stand before the sink. But it didn't fully register until he looked in the mirror. His eyes bulged when he caught sight of what looked like a bruise on his throat, but it was a hickie. He quickly checked out the rest of his body for more, hoping that it was only the one. But that wasn't the case. There was about six of them in total that he could find.
Chris quickly yanked open the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. He refused to look at his reflection again as he left the room and headed downstairs to the living room. On his way he found the chandelier on the floor and his phone in a bowl of chips. He finally reached the living room with his phone, bottle of aspirin, and ginger ale in hand. Flopping on the couch, Chris quickly swallowed several aspirin and took a swig of ginger ale. God, did his head hurt. Chris reluctantly unlocked his phone when it went off again, signaling that he had a message. When his phone was unlocked, multiple messages and calls popped up right away. Chris decided to open his most recent message, which was from Piers. The message pretty much told him to look at Facebook as soon as he woke up and the messages before it were pretty much demanding where he was. Chris groaned.
He did as he'd been told and went on Facebook. On Facebook, there were millions of pictures of him and everyone else, but mainly him. Well him and Wesker. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think of what he'd tell Wesker. Chris couldn't think of a damn thing. Shit. Maybe he could just bolt and he wouldn't have to deal with Wesker rejecting him, at least for right now. Yeah, that sounded like a plan, even though this was his house. With that in mind he head out the back door.
As he cut through his backyard, he saw a couple flamingos in the pool and some of Claire's collectors Barbie dolls on the grill. There were also a couple people passed out in the backyard as well. Chris hastened his pace and ignored everything else he saw. He made it to where his car should have been, but it wasn't there. Chris cursed when he saw the sign where he'd parked in his drunken stupor. He'd parked in a 'No Parking' zone. He wasn't walking anywhere in just pants, but did he really want to risk heading back inside. Chris glanced back at the house behind him and groaned. He trudged back into the house and hoped for the best.
The house was still silent when he reentered. But he still crept quietly back into the living room to begin his search for clothes that were his. After about thirty minutes of fruitless searching, he sat in the living room with his head in his hands. He hadn't dared enter his room for fear of waking Wesker, before he could escape.
"Chris!"
Chris flinched at the volume of the blonde's voice, which definitely didn't help his headache. So much for escaping, he thought sullenly. Hopefully, Wesker didn't do one night stands.
When Wesker came downstairs, Chris was still where he'd been before, sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. There wasn't any point in trying to hide. Wesker quickly strode across the room towards Chris only in his boxers, opening his mouth to say something.
"Before you say anything, you should look at this," Chris said before Wesker could say a word.
He held out his phone to the blonde. Wesker took it without a word and stared down at the millions of photos of last night. His expression never changed from its stony stillness and Chris turned his gaze back to the floor, not wanting to see what Wesker's expression would be in a moment.
"You can just pretend that nothing ever happened," Chris mumbled, even though he wanted to do anything but.
Silence greeted his ears and he glanced to his side to see Wesker on the couch beside him. Wesker's gray-blue eyes pierced through him and he swore that the blonde knew exactly what he was feeling at the moment.
"Maybe I don't want to pretend that it never happened," Wesker responded.
Chris' eyes widened and his mouth opened fractionally as he tried to make sense of what Wesker had just said. Wesker didn't want to pretend? But then what did he want?
"Then what do you want to do?" Chris asked, finding his voice at last.
"Maybe I want more than just a one night stand."
"More than…just a…one night stand?"
"Yes, Christopher. I want more than just one night with you, and preferably so that I can remember what happened between us," Wesker said in exasperation.
Chris' mind short circuited for a moment. Did that mean Wesker wanted to be with him, even though he had just told him the other night to leave him alone? But Chris had actually meant for the blonde to take a hint and notice that he liked him. He'd just been keeping up the pretense that he hated Wesker. But as his mind mulled over what Wesker had said to him, his face turned bright red.
"You…want to," Chris gestured between them, "with me?"
"Yes, Christopher, I want to be in a relationship with you," Wesker stated like it was matter of fact.
"I-I…want to be with you, too," Chris muttered really fast, so that his words began to blur together.
Wesker smirked. "What was that, Christopher? I couldn't hear you."
Chris glared at the man beside him and decided to answer Wesker in another way. He gripped the back of Wesker's head, shocking the blonde, and smashing their lips together. Wesker sat immobile for a moment before dominating the kiss. The kiss may have been only a few seconds, but it was still enough for Chris to be slightly out of breath.
"Did that answer your question?"
"Quite," Wesker replied, pushing Chris down onto the couch.
Chris allowed himself to be pushed onto the couch, so that Wesker was between his legs and hovering above him. Wesker's eyes flickered down to the pants Chris was wearing, which were hanging off his slim hips.
"I wouldn't mind having my pants back, Christopher," Wesker said, sliding a hand down Chris' chest towards the waistband of the jeans Chris was wearing.
"You'll just have to take them back," Chris purred, before bringing their lips together again.
Wesker pressed their lower bodies together and began to slowly grind their arousals together. Chris moaned into the kiss and intertwined his fingers in blonde hair. Slim, nimble fingers slid down to the pants Chris was wearing, easily unbuttoning and unzipping them. The fabric was slid effortlessly from Chris' body and leaving him nude once more. And Chris wrapped a leg around Wesker's waist, bringing the blonde closer to his body.
Maybe last night wasn't a total fail after all.
A/N: Alright, what do you guys think? Don't worry you guys I'm working on everyone's requests. The song that is sung by Ada, Jill, and Chris is 'Take a Hint' by Victorious. I hope that you enjoyed it. But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!