Draco

The next morning, Draco woke up to brown. He frowned and pulled his head away from what he now realized was Blaise's chest, a dark blush settling on his cheeks as he looked over his muscles. He looked down and realized that both of them were naked, which made him panic and pull completely back.

Worry filled his head. What happened the night before? They most definitely had sex, or at least did something sexual. He didn't know what to think of it. He did like Blaise—more than a friend—but he never thought he would be able to do anything with him. All he could remember was getting drunk. He didn't recall getting into a bed, and quite frankly, he didn't even know where he was.

What if Blaise didn't like him the same way that he liked him? What if the only reason they did what they did was because of the alcohol in their systems? What was he going to do if Blaise woke up and hated him for what they did. He started to shrink away from Draco, pulling his arms up to hug himself. He winced when he was met with his chest.

He looked down at his body and felt his heart completely break. What if Blaise only did what he did because he thought Draco was a girl? Or if he was only attracted to his femaleness? Draco felt tears filling his eyes as he curled up into a ball.

He didn't know what to do. Could he  leave? No, Blaise was his ride home. Maybe he could walk, it was only a few hours back to his home. No, his dress was still hidden at Blaise's house. How could he tell his father that he left the house in a dress and came home in a shirt and pants? 

He decided to sit up and look around the room. Their clothes were on the floor, but  Draco's binder was neatly set on the desk just a few feet away from the bed. He slowly crawled out of the bed, grilling on to one of the blankets to try to cover all of himself up. He reached for his binder with a shaky hand and winced once he heard the sheets from the bed rustling.

"Draco?" Blaise's deep voice mumbled. Draco gulped and kept his gaze forward as he gathered up his clothes. "Hey...wait..." he could hear sadness in his voice, which made him confused.

Draco looked back at Blaise with tears in his eyes. "W-what?" He whispered, his voice higher than usual.

"Oh, honey..." Blaise crawled over to him. "You don't need to cry, I-I can get us home, okay?"

"Why did you do this?" Draco cried out. "Because I'm a girl? Because I have tits?"

"What?" Blaise's eyes widened. "Draco, no—"

"Then why?" He cried. "Why? Blackmail? Torture? Why did you do it?"

"Draco..." he whispered. "Please, calm down. I didn't have sex with you to hurt you...I was drunk."

"So you did only do it because of alcohol," he mumbled sadly. He turned back around and gathered up his clothes once again.

"Wait, Draco, no! I didn't mean it like that-I'm sorry-please, stop!" Blaise said frantically as he tried to keep him from leaving. His headache, which had just started up after he woke up, was making this a lot harder. "Draco, I-I like you! I like you, okay? Drunk me was the only one brace enough to act on anything!"

Draco stilled and looked down at Blaise. "What?"

"I've l-liked you for a long time, Draco. I-I don't know how else to say it. Last night, we were both drunk, you kissed me...then I took us to one of the rooms and we had sex," he whispered.

"And why don't I remember any of this?" He asked, looking down at him worriedly.

"What? Do you think I fucking drugged you or something?" Blaise asked, offense laced in his voice.

"What? No!" Draco said. "I just, I don't know, okay! I apparently had my first time with you, my first real friend and my first crush since Harry, and I don't remember any of it!" He whimpered as he pulled the sheets around his chest closer.

"Okay, okay. Get changed into your comfy clothes, then we can sit down and talk," Blaise told him gently, leaning up to kiss his nose. Draco blushed and nodded, heading off to the bathroom.

He did his business and got himself changed into his clothes from the night before, then walked back out to see Blaise, out of bed and fully naked. He let out a yelp and covered his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry! I should have knocked!"

"To leave the bathroom? Draco, it's just my penis. You were pretty fond of it last night." He said teasingly as he pulled his boxers up.

"H-hey! Shut up!" Draco blushed furiously. "Can I look now?"

"Yeah, I'm covered up." Blaise hummed gently, pulling his pants up after getting his shirt on. Draco pulled his hands away from his eyes and sighed gently, leaning back down on the bed.

"Smells weird," he grumbled.

"Sorry, that's what sex smells like." Blaise said as he flopped down onto the bed next to him.

"Like what?" He asked curiously.

"Orgasms and cologne." Blaise answered as he pulled the covers over them. "Okay, all seriousness, what the fuck are we going to do now?"

Draco blushed slightly and curled up. "I don't know, honestly." He mumbled. "We-we had sex."

"Yes, we did." He said softly. "It was very good sex. Mind blowing, earth shattering sex."

Draco blushed harder and giggled up at Blaise. "Really?"

"Oh yeah, It was amazing." Blaise assured him. "Wait, are you hurting at all?"

"No, why?" Draco looked down at his body.

"I didn't know if you'd be sore or not, we fucked for a good hour or so."

"Don't say it like that." Draco whispered as he glanced back up at him.

"Like what?"

"Like...that. You said "we fucked". That's not romantic, it doesn't feel good or special. It makes it sound like I was some hooker you picked up for two bucks." Draco whispered.

"I'm sorry," he frowned as he pulled him close to his chest. "I won't say it again. What about made love?"

"Yeah." He cooed gently as he curled up against him. "That sounds a lot better."

"Good. Now...what do we do?" Blaise asked. "I like you, you said you liked me..."

"Yeah," Draco mumbled into his chest.

"D-do you—uh, do you want to go out with me?" Blaise stammered out.

Draco smiled brightly and looked up at Blaise, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips. "Yes." He whispered. "I'd love to."