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With his eyes barely open, Skeppy groans. He rubs his pounding head. He gets up from his bed, shirtless and soaked in sweat.

He walks into his bathroom as the cold bathroom floor meets the bottom of his heels. He stops in front of the mirror, a very messed up version of himself staring back.

His black hair is tossed around, bags under his eyes are almost as dark as his hair, and he has no shirt on. He never goes to bed without a shirt.

Skeppy looks down at his arms and spots a hair tie on his wrist.

He steps closer to the mirror, resting his hands on the counter as he pulls himself in.

Love bites. All over his neck. Up and down his shoulder blades.

His back has faint outlines of where someone's nails would've been.

His brain fogs as he tries to come up with who could have done that. The events of last night disappeared from his memory.

He hopes it wasn't a random person. If he walks out of his bathroom to see a random person in another room, he doesn't know what he'll do.

His reflection stares back at him. His mind running on all the possibilities, but one sticks out the most.

Him and Bad meet up yesterday.

Him and Bad went to the club.

The excitement taking over the confusion pulls him out of the bathroom and into the guest room. His feet patter against the floor as he runs.

He opens the door. An empty bed. Although clean, it hadn't looked like anyone had slept in there for weeks.

"Bad?" Skeppy called out, confused as to why Bad wouldn't be in the guest room. He assumes and hopes Bad is here, and not some godawful random person.

"Yes?" A sweet and tired voice replies.

Startled, Skeppy spun around. His eyes meet Bad's. He's shirtless. Bad has Skeppy's necklace on his bare chest. They are shirtless. Bad has love bites as well. His mind gets taken back to the previous confusion fog it had been in before.

Without thinking about it, Skeppy takes a step closer. He drags his hand up to Bad's shoulder. As if the skin beneath his hand was fake, touching to make sure it wasn't.

"Are you okay?" Bad asks, tilting his head down at the other.

And everything came back. The kissing, the touching, the passion, the words, the thoughts, the love. The confessions.

"Do you regret it?" The black haired boy softly whispers.

"What?"

"Do you regret it?" Skeppy repeats, his eyes locked on his shoulders. Not being able to take his eyes away, glued. Stuck even. Bad looks beautiful.

Bad opens his mouth to speak, before getting cut off again.

"Did I do this to you?" Skeppy asks, now unsure that it even was Bad and him.

"Yes Skeppy."

Bad brings a hand up to the shorter's chin and tilts it upward. Skeppy's heart stops in his chest, the fog clearing from his thoughts.

"Is that okay?" Bad says. Skeppy can feel the heat from his friend's breath.

Skeppy meets Bad's eyes. He remembers staring into Bad's gorgeous eyes the other night.

"Only if I can do it again." Skeppy says. Bad looks at him with wide eyes, flush appearing across his cheeks.

They know this was the right thing to do. The meetup was the right choice. Everything feels like it worked out like it's supposed to.

Their love is unmatched and they wouldn't trade it for the world.

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word count : 612
published 1/8/24