mekachu04 | Day 162 - 901 words - Prompt: underwear (Reply)

he's… well, he's dehydrated and his head hurts little bit, but he's also so comfortable right now that if he just closes his eyes again….

There are more limbs in the bed then there should be… and.. And this isn't his bed….

He's aware his legs aren’t tangled in the blankets so much as someone else's legs. and he's got one of his own hands tucked up under his chin while.. yeah, there is definitely someone else's wrist resting on his hip - and the fingers of his other hand are locked in with theirs. now that he'd looking for it - there's a huff of warmth at his back, and if he shifts just an inch, the solid wight of someone's forehead is resting against his spine.

there's a light panic - because he can't remember how he got here and he's not sure what happen. he has hops on whose behind him - but not facts, and it's a Schrodinger situation as his heart hammers in his throat.

An initial checklist at least confirms he's not completely naked - he still has underwear one, so there's that. except...

well - sometimes he can't get his pants on with underwear too so he's been going without.

with his free hand, he peaks under the sheet. clean traditional cut tidy-whities. defiantly not his style. and... and they're baby blue.

well - now he knows whose behind him. at least he hopes. because if he's wearing Aziraphale's underwear, yet still went to bed with someone else, he's never drinking again. and a glance over his shoulder confirms the white cloud fluff behind him. god - he hopes they didn't fuck. he will never forgive himself if he was too blackout drunk to remember their first time.

"thinking too hard, dear" comes a sleep heavy voice, and Crowley smiles as the fluffy wiggles closer to his back. regretfully, he slides away - but it because he wants to have this conversation face to face. once he'd rolled over though, Aziraphale closes the gap and drifts back to sleep with his check pressed against Crowley's sternum.

"do i want to know what happen lat night?" he asked finally after they'd basked in each others arms for a moment. Crowley studied the way the light of Aziraphale's room bounced of his chipped fingernail polish, his hand still holding Aziraphale's. turned their grasp over to admire Aziraphale's own well manicured nails. not a chip in sight. bastard.

Aziraphale, sensing that this wasn't going away anytime soon, steatched out, laying out straight and eye level with Crowley.

"well - at some point, we finally got over ourselves at finally admitted that we've both loved the other for a very very long time."

oh lord - how much had they drunk? his face much have been something else, because Aziraphale laughed, trying to smother the sound by ducking down and burrying it in Crowley 's neck. once he'd calmed down, he straightened once again. "- and then we decided that we very much wanted to fuck>"

hearing Aziraphale say fuck was almost harder to imagine than actually hooking up wiht him, and Crowley 's jaw dropped. "you were so excited about the idea you ran up all the stairs. and then promptly threw up at the top.

okay.a. that did sound like his luck, "so we didn't?"

"kinda of a mood ruiner, yeah. not that you didn't want to press on, but you were having some issues keeping your head up - and i'm pretty sure neither one of us would of actually enjoyed it if we;d managed to to do the deed int he first place." he had that amused but sorry look on his face, "and i wasn't much better. not sure i could of even gotten it up if i wanted too. attempts where made - you where very instant on that."

of god!! he was mortified, looking down the excspance of the bared Aziraphale before him - hickies everywhere, especially his thighs. he was wearing underwear though - matching the pair Crowley was wearing..." so.... where did the underwear come from?"

"Do.. do you really want to know?"

did he really want to know? "i think my imagination will be worse."

"I'm... not so sure about that," Aziraphale admitted, but it was a fond look at least. after Crowley indicated for him to spill, "well, after it was clear we should probably sleep it off and try again when we'd sobered up, you tried to get dressed. but you couldn't figure out how to get back into that jeans of yours... so you stole my underwear." he looked pined, "I really did try to get you to at least put on a clean pair, but you were very instant. and then you tried to get me to wear your jeans, which.. was never going to happen, for so many reasons."

Crowley groaned, trying to smother himself with Aziraphale pillow. "I'm wearing... your dirty underwear...."

"There.... it's not.. not dirty so much as... unwashed."

how mortifying.

though, now he was trying to picture Aziraphale in skin-tight jeans, he looked up form the pillow. "What wrong with my jeans? if i can wear your dirty -"

"-unwashed!!'

"-unwashed underwear, why wont you wear my jeans?!"

Aziraphale gave him an amazed look. "darling, those jeans are already at least two sizes to small for you - i couldn't even get them past my calf."

oh... oh!!! and he couldn't even remember the act to wank to later! "you.. your tried?"

the blush was answer enough.

"i bet my shirt would fit."