Colin's eyes could only register darkness when they first fell open, then slowly, he was able to make out the outline of a few items through the heavy black curtain that hung in the air. The centre table. The TV hooked up on the wall. He was in the living room.

Sitting up, Colin rubbed his hand over his face before he finally got on his feet, befuddled and disoriented self, heading towards the bathroom. As the harsh sound of urine hitting water in the toilet filled his ears, he tried to remember why he hadn't been in bed. Surely, there must have been a reason he slept in the living room because the couch wasn't such a comfortable thing to sleep on. He could already feel an ache in his neck that travelled along the line of his spine to his back.

Water swirled in the toilet bowl when Colin flushed it. His eyes shut briefly when he rested his head against the cold tiled wall, willing his muscles to carry him back to bed. Then the coin dropped.

Peter.

He had been waiting for Peter to get back from wherever the hell he went to. Colin hadn't questioned Peter about where he was going because he never expected him to be gone this long with no contact. Nonetheless, he'd surely be back by now.

Colin walked up to Peter's room and opened the door slowly, eyes moving to the bed. It was empty, messed up to a degree he never knew was possible, but still empty. Colin sighed, thoughts running wildly about where his roommate could be.

The intensity of the brightness that came from Colin's phone dazzled him for a few seconds after he turned on the screen. His eyes moistened a bit as he directed the phone away from his eyes and blinked rapidly. He checked the time after his eyes had adjusted.

2:46

And Peter still wasn't back.

He returned to the couch to grab the blanket-- that's when it hit him. Colin had no memory of going to bed with a blanket, especially not one that looked like the one in his hands. Peering closely at the fabric, he saw what looked like the pattern found in those tartan designs.

He was clueless as to why this had been laid over him until his eyes fell on the figure on the other couch, huddled into a fetal position.

"Pikachu," Colin whispered, bending over. Peter still slept on, his cheek puffing up slightly with every breath.

The brunet's hands went under Peter's body and he lifted the curled body up with him. Peter's face contorted as if he was in pain and he let out a small groan, features scrunching up.

Carrying his roommate bridal style, he walked the sleeping boy to his room, kicking the door open with his leg. He was careful not to let Peter's head hit the doorjamb as he passed through it, moving sideways, ever so slowly.

A mewl left the his lips, prompting Colin's attention to shift back to him.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

Again, Colin heard a sigh that seemed to be made on intention. Peter's eyes flit open, only a fraction, but enough to make Colin aware that he was awake.

"Where'd you go, Pikachu?"

"Somewhere." Peter sighed again, burying his face in Colin's chest. The action surprised Colin and he had to steady his body before they could both come crashing down.

The brunet lowered Peter onto the bed, letting his head fall back into the soft pillow.

Colin brought up the question again, face hovering several inches over Peter's. "Where were you last night?"

"Somewhere," Peter groaned once more. He turned away from Colin, closing his eyes.

"And where's that?"

"Some-," he sighed, "-place."

"Come on, you gotta give me more than that."

Peter's hands reached up blindly, cradling Colin's face, feeling it up, finding the perfect place to hold him. Then he pushed Colin's face away.

Colin laughed to himself as he brought his body on top of Peter again. This time, he held his form up by fists placed on either side of his roommate's head.

"Did you drink?"

"A... teensy bit."

"Talk to me," Colin coaxed. "What did you drink?"

Peter's eyes shot open with a look of hidden irritation. "Liquor. Alcohol. No questions, I-- sleep."

Peter turned to lie on his stomach, something Colin didn't see coming. He had no prior warning of Peter's butt brushing against him but now, it was all he could feel. Even separated by articles of clothing, he could make out the perfectly round shape that rubbed at his crotch. Colin was walking on a tightrope now, using all the willpower he had to stop him from pushing onto Peter.

He held back a breath and lifted himself higher, only leaning down once to place a well-meant kiss on Peter's exposed neck. Then his shoulder and further down his back.

Then before he could think better of it, his head was on Peter's back and his arms slowly gave out. Peter's body was warm and soft, sort of like a heating pad.

"Your head," Peter whispered into his pillow, voice coming out muffled. "It's heavy."

Colin craned that said head and stared down at the thin lines that run down Peter's body for a second, then he made to get up. Slim fingers clutched onto his arm and yanked on it.

"There," murmured Peter. "Sleep there... my back hurts." His index finger lifted and pointed to his left.

"Are you sure, Pikachu?"

Colin received a movement that would be classified as a nod if it wasn't so stiff. He complied to Peter's request and shifted his weight on the bed, looking at Peter's face for a while. Colin found him alluring, beautiful even, especially when he wasn't being a jerk. He was like fire, captivating and wonderful to stare at, draws you in yet keeps you at a distance because you know you'll get burned if you get too close.

Ironic thing is, Peter kept getting himself burned. Colin found that Ivy actually had a point when she said she'd keep her brother locked up at home until he was well past his prime.

The sound of Peter's breathing eventually lulled Colin to sleep.

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It wasn't right. No, not at all. He had to close his eyes, look away, avert his gaze-- something. But he couldn't. His mind had long abandoned ship and that was the reason why Peter was peering at Colin's crotch.

It's not like he wanted to touch it or anything-- just the thought made his insides squirm-- he was just perplexed over how big it looked from that angle. Yes, it was certainly the angle. But how come it still looked the same even when he squinted and lifted his head a little higher.

In fact, why had he let Colin sleep in his bed last night? He knew he was out of it but he didn't think he'd ever go to that extent-- the one that let him give Colin a spot next to him.

Peter didn't intentionally wake up with the thought of ogling Colin's morning wood in his mind, it was the sole fault of the light which hit that section like a spotlight as it streamed in. And now he couldn't tear his gaze away, wondering how someone could pack so much.

He'll admit, he had seen bigger-- albeit in porn-- but he never thought any regular person had it that big. Porn people were porn people, theirs didn't count.

Peter heard a cough and his gaze immediately went up to Colin's face. His face flushed as red as a tomato, as the heat Colin told Lily about. He twitched, his dick twitched. Colin had been watching him the entire time.

"You look like you want to eat it up. It's scary," Colin pointed out, making a face.

"You look like you should shut up." Peter grabbed the pillow from under his head and hurled it at Colin.

Colin laughed. "Look who's talking... the one with week-old tuna et liquor mix breath."

Colin threw the pillow back, hitting Peter on the belly. That started an exchange of hit and kicks and soon enough, they were playing footsie. The game turned light-hearted until Colin's next aim hit Peter in the face, directly on his black eye.

A whimper left Peter's lips as he cradled his eye, unintentionally rubbing the scrapes on his knuckles. His body shot up in response and he keeled over, gritting his teeth.

"Oh shit." Colin crawled up behind him, arms going across the dark-haired boy's front to pry off his hands. "Shit shit... I'm so sorry."

Peter had to hold back more than the cry of pain when Colin's body enveloped his. He should have been caring more about his bruise than the feel of Colin's hardness poking at his back, however, the chant his mind managed to take up was: How is it so hard? How is he so hard?

Colin's mouth also let out a question, distracting Peter from his own rhetorical one. "How did this happen?"

"I fell."

"Do you think I'm dumb?"

"Would it be more believable if I said I fell down stairs?" Peter asked, looking over his shoulder.

The older boy brushed Peter's hair back and examined his face. "No."

"I got into a fight."

"Tell me something I don't know."

Peter swallowed before speaking. "He called me a name..."

"Jesus, you really are a big baby."

That statement made Peter's features turn down in annoyance and he stood from the bed, a little too quickly, causing his head to spin. He started to walk towards the door, awkwardly pulling at the waistband of his boxers. It had started a feel tighter than was comfortable.

"Where are you going?" Colin called out.

"Shower."

"Ah okay." A pause. "Just don't take too long."

Peter glanced back and the cheeky grin he saw, he wished he hadn't seen. The look made his stomach coil, and flip, and twist, and upend, and roll over in unimaginable ways. Especially when Colin bit his lip to hold back a huge smile, eyes flitting from Peter's face to the very visible hard-on the Asian was carrying, then back up to his face.

Colin was going to be the death of him. And he didn't even like guys.

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Special mentions: ur_mums_a_hoe, navsmita69 and blckpunzel and Nico_rules for voting and commenting! They're all new readers :)

To some of the older ones who have still been making me burst out in laughter at their comments, ReiHinoxx and nikitaunam. You guys are still the shit!

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I have a one shot on my profile titled "Rubenzel" so if you're into fairytales with an added twists-- where Rapunzel is a really sarcastic, modern guy, go check it out!

Also, the ship name for our boys is Mitchu so howbowdah? :,)♡