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Hollis had just woken up, hungover more than ever. His brain was basically fried; he couldn't think about anything at all. He was so tired from the night prior. He rubs his eyes and sits up, but something feels off; this isn't his bed. He takes one quick look around and wonders, "Where am I?"
The room is extremely familiar. Almost like it was his second home. He was used to the house, yet he wasn't at the same time. He looked at the messy blankets next to him; it was obvious someone else had been in that bed. He took one good look at the room, and it clicked. He had stayed in Roman's house overnight. He sighs, wondering how he ended up here. Hollis rolls over to Roman's side and huffs his pillow; he can smell Ro's cologne on it. Hollis yawns while he's got his head stuffed into Roman's pillow. He knows he has to get up soon. He sits up, puts his head in his hands, and roughly wipes his eyes one final time before getting up from the warm and comfortable bed. Those pillows were the softest thing his head had ever laid on; well, besides Roman's skin.
He debated going back into Roman's bed because of how warm it was. Hollis picks up on a unique yet familiar smell. It smelled really good, and made his stomach growl. And it also made him want to vomit. He stumbles across the bedroom and almost trips over his feet while looking for the bathroom. When he does find it, he rushes straight in. The light was still off, but he could still somewhat see. He immediately goes straight to the toilet when he spots it, gripping both sides of the seat, and starts to throw up from how much alcohol he drank last night. He hated vomit, but this time it felt good to get it all out.
After getting sick, Hollis gets extremely dizzy and lightheaded. He needed to go out and eat something, but first he needed to clean up. Before he gets into the shower, he undresses and turns the shower on. It's a walk-in shower, something he had been extremely used to from all the hotels he's stayed at. He grabs a towel and leaves it outside the shower so he doesn't drip water all over the floor when he gets out. Hollis finally gets into the shower and immediately feels the relief of the warm water hitting his skin. Hollis notices something, though, Roman's shampoos & soaps were organized. "How cute," he mutters, picking up one of the soaps off the shelves. Roman had a couple of the same soaps Hollis did, so this was nothing too new to Hollis at all. He had been in Roman's house before, but he's more observant. Everything was standing out more than ever. It's almost like he was becoming slowly but surely infatuated and obsessed with Roman. Hollis finishes up his shower, which only took about 6 minutes. He wasn't a long shower taker, but he made sure he was super clean within those 6 minutes.
Hollis exits the shower and picks up the towel off the floor. He dries off and ties the towel around his waist before exiting the bathroom. Hollis had totally forgotten about the fact that this was not his house, at all. So he had no extra clothes. This meant he had to steal some of Roman's clothes. He enters Roman's room again and digs through Roman's drawers. Honestly, Roman had seen Hollis shirtless before, so he didn't even worry about grabbing a shirt. However, Hollis did pick up a few of Roman's shirts and put them up to his nose, breathing in Roman's scent through his mouth. The only things he actually picked up to wear were a pair of red plaid pajama pants & white socks, and he had to resort to sharing a pair of boxers with Roman. "Sorry, Roman, I hope you don't mind," Hollis thought and giggled to himself. The scent he smelled before he puked got stronger; it smelled like.. pancakes? But it was really sweet. He speedily got dressed and left Roman's room. He missed being in Roman's home, but still, the question that pondered in his head was, how did he get into his home?
Hollis's hair was still wet and somewhat air-dried. The dry pieces of his hair were frizzy, and he almost looked like a clean mess. He headed downstairs, and when he did, the scent got stronger and stronger as he got closer to the kitchen, there was a sizzling noise coming from there as well. When he peeked around the corner into the kitchen, he saw his curly-headed beauty standing right there in the kitchen. He was dressed in a plain white shirt with his somewhat baggy shorts on. It was a basic fit, but since Roman was a model, he made anything look stylish. Hollis was extremely drawn to this boy.
Roman is startled by Hollis's arm suddenly making its way around his waist. Hollis buries his head into Roman's neck and inhales Roman's scent. He smelled just like his pillow.
After a very short moment of silence, Hollis speaks into Roman's neck, "Good morning, Ro," he mumbled while grinning, "I missed you."
Roman felt the sensation of Hollis's lips curling into a smile against his skin, "Good morning, Hol, your hair is pretty wet," he removes his hand from the pan handle and puts it on top of Hollis's head, almost petting him for just a moment before returning his hand back to the handle, "That took you long enough. And I see you're wearing my clothes?"
"Sorry," he giggled, "And I didn't wanna stink, plus I felt a little queasy." Hollis wraps both of his arms around Roman's waist and squeezes ever-so-slightly.
"You're quite touchy today," Roman laughed, "your feelings from last night must've carried over to today."
Last night? What did he mean last night? Oh, no, Hollis must have done something stupid or said something. He had no idea what to do. Roman feels Hollis's grip loosen and bursts out, "I knew you would've forgotten!"
Roman has a cheeky grin on his face, and Hollis felt as if he was about to faint, "What did I do last night..?"
"Do you even wanna know?" Roman scoffed, "You were pretty cute, you know, you were all sappy and everything.."
Hollis got worried, but he was intrigued, "Sappy?" he asked, "What do you mean, 'sappy'?"
Roman flips over the pancake in the pan, making sure each side is cooked evenly and golden, "You were just going on and on about how much you appreciated me, and you loved me. It was priceless. You weren't joking either. I asked you multiple times if you were joking, and you told me you weren't."
Hollis interrupts before Roman can embarrass him any further, "Tell me exactly what I said!" His face is extremely red; he's so embarrassed. He cannot believe he would do such a stupid thing. He swears off alcohol in his head.
"Well, you started off with this long speech.." Hollis started to tune Roman out until he said, "..and you told me you wanted to be my husband, and you told me how pretty my eyes were without my eyeliner. It was pretty sweet, and then..." Hollis started tuning out Roman again. He was so embarrassed, he didn't know what to say. Was it true? Yeah. After all, you know what they say, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts... He had picked his head up from Roman's shoulder and turned around, not facing Roman, like a pouting brat, throwing a fit.
Roman noticed and quickly finished up his cooking so he could attend to Hollis. Roman went over to Hollis, and Hollis turned away again. "Hollis.." Roman whined, "I'm sorry, I thought it was cute.." Hollis responded with a little "hmph" sound, and Roman grabbed his shoulders and made Hollis look at him. Hollis was still resistant to listening to Roman, but he still did nonetheless. He couldn't resist that beautiful face. Roman quickly explained what had happened that night...
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The Night Prior
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Hollis stumbled into a bar with his friend, Nate. He and Nate were discussing music and decided to go to a bar to talk about Nate's potential new album over a drink. Unfortunately, Hollis was a big drinker. Nate only drinks a little; he doesn't drink to get drunk, and he had no idea Hollis was such a drinker. Hollis wasn't all that drunk when he and Nate started talking, but once he left, Hollis got incredibly wasted. He had been calling Roman all night; he missed Roman a lot. Roman finally picked up, and Hollis asked Roman to come and get him. Hollis was needy and clingy. Roman and Hollis hadn't talked in a few days, and Hollis hated that. However, he didn't make that known when he was sober. Hollis wasn't necessarily shy, but he wasn't all that courageous either.
Roman walks into the bar to find Hollis with 4 completely empty shot glasses in front of him. Lord knows how many he had before that. "Hollis," Roman called out, and started to whisper when he got close to Hollis, "Let's go. Now. Somebody's gonna find you in here." Hollis turns around to see Roman's face.
"Rooomaann!" Hollis says like an excited puppy-dog seeing its owner after years, "My buuddyyyy... Heeey, bartender! Get my friend a few drinks here! And a few more for meee!"
The bartender turns around and just starts to prepare their drinks, but Roman quickly interrupts, "No, no.." Roman says, "Please don't get me or me any drinks. He needs to go home."
"I understand," the bartender laughed, "Don't worry, he's not the only one I've seen totally shit-faced."
"Thank you, I'm sorry," Roman mouths. Hollis gets a little cranky and starts to shout, "Rooomaaann! Why did you do thaaat?"
"Holli.. Stop. People are staring at us," Roman's face gets a little red, nowhere near as red as Hollis's face, though. Hollis was red like a cherry. Roman guards Hollis with his jacket, "If I don't matter to you, how about the fans..? What would they think if they saw you like this?"
"Oohhh... I wouldn't caaaare.... I care what you think, RoRo, though... I promise...." Hollis sounds like he's almost half asleep, and Roman laughs to himself about how drunk Hollis is. They walk to the car (more like Roman drags Hollis to his car), and Roman opens the door for Hollis. Once he gets into the car, he props Hollis up in his seat so he doesn't nod off.
Hollis was mumbling about nothing and everything at the same time, all his words were slurring together, and it just sounded like a jumbled mess. Roman just nodded and agreed with everything Hollis said. They got to Roman's home, as the bar was somewhat close to Roman's home.
"Come on, Hollis, let's get in the house," Roman said to the drunken boy.
"Mmmm.. Fine... Anything for my Roman.." Hollis mumbled in response. He got up and almost tripped; he was incredibly clumsy when drunk. Roman was right there holding him up. Roman was incredibly worried about Hollis. He made Hollis sit down while he got him a glass of water. "Roman... you've got such... pretty eyes..." he pronounces his "t"'s as "d"'s.
"Thank you, Hollis. You're super drunk, aren't you?" Roman kind of laughed, but he also blushed at the blonde-haired boy's words. After he got Hollis's glass of water, he picked up Hollis and put him in his bed. Hollis starts to mumble about how much he just loves and adores Roman, "I'm so grateful I get to work with my bestest friend in the whole wooooorld.. I wiiiish... You were my husbaaand.. I want you to be my husband, Romaaan..." He rests his head on Roman's shoulder, his cheek squished against him.
Hollis's drunken speech went on for an hour, with Roman making him take sips of his water. He started kissing Roman a lot while Roman was petting the back of his head.
"Hollis, I know you're drunk and all, but.." Roman says, softly, "I really want you to be my boyfriend, and I-" Hollis immediately cuts Roman off, bursting out with a loud, "Yes! Of course I'll be your boyfriend!" Honestly, it was loud enough to wake up the neighbors. "I love being your boyfriend, Roman!" Hollis shouted out; he was so excited, but also really, really drunk. Hollis ranted about all the stuff they would do now that they were officially together until he started to doze off, and when he did end up falling asleep, he made sure to wrap his arm around Roman before he did.
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Today
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"So we're together now? We're serious about this?" Hollis said with a huge grin. "Of course we are," Roman exchanges the smile. Hollis jumps onto Roman, hugging him and squeezing him really tight. A bunch of "I love you's" were exchanged between the billion kisses Hollis had given Roman.
Roman giggles while pushing Hollis off of him, "Hollis, we still have food. I was working on it this morning before you came down and started pouting," he teased. Hollis prepared a plate for both of them while holding Roman's hand, but Hollis noticed there was chocolate syrup out on the counter. He put a little bit on his finger, and he was planning on licking it off, but Roman cut him off by licking it off his finger instead. "Roman!" Hollis shouted. Roman apologized while laughing, and Hollis put a little more on his finger and wiped it onto Roman's face, licking it off.
"Fine, then, if you wanna play like that.." Roman choked on his own laughter and grabbed the syrup, putting some on his lips. His little plan worked, with Hollis kissing it off his lips and licking his own lips afterwards. They exchange one last kiss before they eat their meals together while watching TV, starting today off on a good note.