little awkward. He half expected the man to pull away, to stumble, to start saying something silly, or apologizing. Really, anything other than what happened.
Fire erupted between the two. That was what happened.
The moment their lips touched, the second the wetness of Kirk’s lips parted through Lance’s, when their tongues pressed into one another’s, when Lance bit down on Kirk’s lips the tension melted and the chemistry began. Lance lapped at Kirk’s hungry lips and tongue. He wrapped his hand around Kirk’s waist and pulled him in close. He pressed his warm body into Kirk’s. And most importantly, he kissed him, again and again and again. The passion. The fire. The moment! It was as hot as anything Lance had ever experienced.
And in return? Kirk’s body began to shake. He began to dry heave. And then, most unexpectedly, Kirk pushed Lance back, tried to retreat only to stumble and fall over the bed. And then he threw up all over it. Like a tidal wave washing over a small village, the night’s pizza and wine flowed from out of Kirk like there was no end. It sprayed over the walls and bedding, thick and fast, chunky and wet. It kept on going and going and going as Kirk heaved and shook and gagged.
Lance didn’t make to move. What could he even do? Rather he watched on in disgust, amusement, and a little bit of shock as Kirk threw up all over his bedding. He then tried to turn back and say sorry, only to collapse, face first in the vomit and pass out drunk. And then he started to snore.
Lance had done a lot of things to a lot of men in his time. Some kinky. Some even romantic. But to induce this sort of reaction? That was something else entirely. Really, the only thing Lance could do was laugh. And so, that’s exactly what he did. He laughed and laughed and laughed as Kirk snored and snored and snored. What an unexpected night.
Chapter Nine
It took Kirk about thirty seconds to realize where he was... and to remember what he had done the night before.
It started with a headache, a dry mouth, and tired eyes. Kirk groaned as he slowly came to. He tried to swallow but couldn’t. He tried to open his eyes but didn’t see the point. And just the thought of moving had his head throbbing like there was a little man in there with a hammer, smashing into his skull. When he first came to, he considered just giving up and staying in his bed all day long. Today was a write off, and it would stay that way. But then like a flash of lightning, it all came back to him. Every. Single. Little. Detail.
He remembered walking to Lance’s apartment the previous night. He remembered the sexual energy between the two men. He remembered the drink that Lance poured for him, the way he threw it back in one gulp. And most importantly, he remembered that kiss.
When the kiss came to mind, Kirk actually smiled for a moment. He paused on it, reminiscing on the touch of Lance’s lips against his own, on the way Lance’s hand moved over his chin and down to his thigh, and the way their tongues lapped playful in one another’s mouths. For the barest of moments, Kirk was actually happy that he had woken up. For the barest of moments, his hang over and all the bad things that were happening inside of him took a back seat to that kiss.
But then he remembered what happened after.
Kirk sat up quickly in bed. His head just about tore itself apart, but he pushed through, shut his eyes tight and then opened them. The early morning light poured through the apartment, blinding him for a moment, pushing him backwards in the bed. He shielded his eyes and groaned, reached to his bedside table for a glass of water... and that was when he froze.
This wasn’t his apartment. This wasn’t his bed! He did a quick look around and saw that he was still in Lance’s apartment! The bed was Lance’s too! There were no sheets on the bed, and for a second Kirk considered that maybe Lance slept this way. But then he remembered the vomit, the explosion of chewed pizza, red wine and vodka that he had unleashed all over Lance and the bed. And then, Kirk felt very, very sick again.
“God no,” he groaned. “What the fuck...”
Head still throbbing,