Something clouded Simon's eyes, and it wasn't the alcohol. "Don't be," he mumbled, tearing his eyes away to search for a blanket. After locating one, he forced himself to stand and take hold of it. "I can- I can sleep on the couch. My room is just down the hallway, if you want-"
Kaye watched Simon stand up, unsure if he had reminded the other of something, because suddenly, Simon seemed very faraway. At the other's comment, he opened his mouth to protest, say that he would sleep on the couch, though he decided against it and nodded. Though, a part of him wanted to stay with Simon…but that would be too much to ask for. Kaye began to stand up, a throbbing pain in his head as he began to lilt to the side, but quickly steadied himself. Just down the hallway. Try not to fall…
Leaning down– and almost falling over in the prcess as the whole room tilted– Sebastian hooked his arms around Kaye and lifted him off the sofa, stifling another hiccup. "Help– Help yourself to anything in.. in the kitchen, I'll be right– right here if you need me. My room is– is that way." He pointed, his body unnecessarily close to Kaye's.
Kaye nodded, lingering in Simon's hold for a few moments before he began to walk, swaying uneasily to the side, though managing to stay upright. He tried to glance over to the other man, though decided against it. He would see them in the morning, right? Once Kaye made it to the hallway, he used the walls to help himself make his way down towards Simon's room, finally settling on a door. This had to be it, right? He pushed the door open hesitantly, greeted by a small bed and a few belongings scattered around, deciding that this must be Simon's bedroom.
(want to skip to morning?)
(yeah, let's do that)
Shafts of sunlight pressed against the close blinds, creating a soft, warm glow that seemed into the room and across Simon's face. He blinked his eyes open with a groan, pushing himself into a sitting position. At first, he couldn't remember why he was lying on the couch with a blanket draped over him, but a searing headache quickly brought memories rushing back.
His heart just about stopped. Kaye. Fuck. He'd– He'd kissed Kaye. On the mouth. Oh my god– And he had kissed him back. His recollection was foggy, blurred snatches at most, but the gist of it was clear.
Shafts of sunlight pressed against the close blinds, creating a soft, warm glow that seemed into the room and across Simon's face. He blinked his eyes open with a groan, pushing himself into a sitting position. At first, he couldn't remember why he was lying on the couch with a blanket draped over him, but a searing headache quickly brought memories rushing back.
His heart just about stopped. Kaye. Fuck. He'd– He'd kissed Kaye. On the mouth. Oh my god– And he had kissed him back. His recollection was foggy, blurred snatches at most, but the gist of it was clear.
A throbbing headache managed to wake Kaye up, and continued to keep him awake in the dim lighting of the bedroom, even if his heavy eyelids begged for more sleep. Though, the bed he was in was comfortable, yet remained unfamiliar, a feeling that he couldn't shake. It also smelled like Simon, which made him even more comfortable. Simon. He was in Simon's bed. The realization caused Kaye to quickly push himself up, a searing pain shooting through his head and his limbs protesting beneath him. Where was Simon? And what had happened last night?
No, no, no, no. Simon began to panic, abruptly standing no matter how badly his head and heart pounded. This wasn’t possible— he had not just had a one night stand with Kaye. The sensation of Kaye’s lips hungrily meeting his sent shivers down his spine— how much had he said? Shit, this is bad..
Kaye quickly pushed the covers off himself, though soon realized that he still had all his clothes on, minus his shoes. Okay, that's a good sign. Though, still panicky that he was in Simon's room and bed, he pushed himself off the mattress brashly, not realizing that he was still dazed from the alcohol. As soon as his feet touched the floor, his limbs gave out and he fell down with a loud thump.
A loud thump sounded from Simon’s bedroom, and his panic only rose. Kaye.. He didn’t realize he was running to check on the other man until he’d opened the door and stumbled into the room. “Kaye?? Are you okay?”
"I'm– I'm fine. I just…didn't realize that the bed was so high up," Kaye mumbled, an embarrassed look on his face as he pushed himself up, realizing that Simon was across from him. Simon. The other's figure suddenly triggered a few memories, like some of the things that happened last night…like kissing Simon. Oh god.
Simon instinctively reached out a hand to steadying him, pulling back as soon as his singers grazed skin like he’d been burnt. Swallowing awkwardly, he averted his eyes. “Are you— did you sleep okay?”
"Yeah– yeah, I slept fine. You?" Kaye asked, rubbing his arm awkwardly as he looked up towards the other man. The space between them felt tense, as if both were trying to avoid the topic of last night…though he knew it would probably come up at some point. Maybe not now, but soon.
They were both skirting around the topic of what had happened last night— which was both good and bad. Simon didn’t want to face the consequences of what had gone down, but they couldn’t just ignore it. A tiny— no, large— part of him ached to just pin Kaye down and kiss the living daylights out of him, but that couldn’t happen. Kaye wouldn’t want it. And he shouldn’t either.
“I slept fine too…” He swallowed. “Listen, about last night—“
"I…I'm sorry about that. I was drunk," Kaye started, cutting in as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. These were the words that Simon expected– that they probably wanted– but he couldn't help but feel guilty; he was lying after all. He had enjoyed the kiss, even if he was drunk, though he doubted Simon did as well.
He was.. sorry. Of course he was sorry— that was exactly the answer Simon had been expecting, and the answer he should have wanted. It was, after all, the reply he had just been about to give— but he couldn’t help but feel his heart plummet. He opened his mouth to agree, to say that they should move past it, but all that came out was “Oh.”
Kaye grimaced, realizing that it wasn't the best choice of words, especially proven by Simon's response. He wanted to say that he enjoyed the kiss, that he liked Simon, everything but what he had just said, but nothing came out. How was he supposed to say that when he doubted Simon would feel the same way? How was he supposed to say anything without doubting himself? Instead, the two remained in a turbulent silence, Kaye hoping that Simon would say something…anything.
Kaye remained silent, and Simon felt his heart crack open, just a little. “Right. Okay.” He hated how rough his voice came out, how hoarse. “Yeah. That— I thought so.” Shit. He felt something like tears sting his eyes. What had he been expecting? What on earth had he been expecting?
"Simon," Kaye started, though the words even stung him. He didn't know what to say, how to fix this, how to tell the truth. Just say the truth, goddamnit. It's not that hard, Kaye, he pleaded himself, but it felt like his throat was closing up and trapping his words, like he was underwater, lost in a silent haze. "I–" He started, but immediately faltered, a numb feeling beginning to start in his fingertips.
“I get it,” Simon cut in, physically unable to look at Kaye. “I fucked up. You didn’t want to do that.” The other man was silent, which only served to heighten his desperation and send whatever hopes he had left plummeting to the ground. “Just say it.”
"I– I can't say it, Simon. It's–," Kaye started, wringing his hands out in an almost desperate and panicked way. "Its– I…I wanted to do it," he finally choked out, though he doubted Simon would believe him. You fucked up. You fucked up so bad. At this point, he wouldn't mind if Simon made him leave– hell, he would completely understand why.
Simon’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “You.. you did?” His voice was barely above a whisper— he was adept at detecting lies, and Kaye’s distress showed that he was not. But it couldn’t be possible— there was no way.
"Yeah, I really did. I– I swear," Kaye answered, releasing a breathe that he didn't realize that he had been holding in. Was…Simon not mad anymore? He really hoped not, he couldn't deal with people being mad at him.