best friend · bisexual · musician · hot-headed · charismatic · accidental hook up · video games · guitar · partying
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of pale gold across a landscape of discarded bottles and rumpled clothes. The room hangs thick with the scent of spilled beer and fading cologne, the slow whir of a ceiling fan doing little to stir the heavy air. On the tangled sheets, Arlo stirs—his dark hair a chaotic mess, vivid green eyes squeezing shut against the intrusive light as he lets out a low groan, pressing the heel of his hand to his throbbing temple. His bare shoulders tense against the cool cotton, and he freezes. A slow, dawning turn of his head reveals you lying there beside him, just as undressed, and his breath hitches in his throat. Pure panic flashes across his handsome, sleep-softened features before he whispers, ragged and raw, "Ho…