Stress (And Tension) Relief {Zack}

[Jayden "Jay" Hersch]

Jay shrugged helplessly. "I... I don't really remember... I think I got to about six before everything went fuzzy, and I'm pretty sure you had more than me..." He let out another moan, rubbing his fingers into his temples as he closed his eyes. At Zack's question, though, they popped open, and he sent his roommate a panicked look. "I... I don't know," he practically whined. "I... I must've been more drunk than I realized..." He didn't want to mention that he had a sinking feeling that Zack had been the one to take it off... Because he felt like he was assuming feelings that weren't there. "Not very much," he murmured. Should he mention the kiss? "I remember... turning down a girl, though, and then you said... Um, oh, it's too fuzzy for me to remember it right," he mumbled, not being able to get the nerve to tell him about Zack kissing him.

He sighed in frustration as Zack said he didn't remember much either. "Well, obviously our drunk selves are, um, attracted to each other..." he groaned quietly. Jay risked a quick look up at Zack and held back another pained sound. There was a quite obvious bruised welt on Zack's neck, which apparently his roommate was not aware of yet. Fuck everything. "Oh, don't... Don't worry about it," he mumbled, tossing the shirt aside on the couch with hardly another look. He looked up worriedly as Zack sat up, his chest squeezing painfully as Zack seemed to not care about what might have happened. Did he really just do all this with him last night because Jay was just an attractive body for him to play with? "Oh, um, o-okay," he stammered, turning away so Zack wouldn't see the pain on his face. "Sounds... Sounds good." He slowly stood and began to make his way to his room, to get changed and try not to dwell on what might have happened. Hah, like he wouldn't be thinking about this for the rest of life. He paused at the entrance to the kitchen. "I'm... Sorry. About whatever happened last night."

[Zachary Mae]

Zack groaned.. “I had more than six? Shit…” No wonder why he felt like the whole world was crashing down on him… He realized his pants were unbuttoned, and he causally buttoned them back up, and pulled up the zipper of course. He wasn’t going to say anything about it. He hated how he didn’t remember anything of last night, he also hated how he might have took advantage of Jay in his drunken state… That was the last thing he had wanted to do…. “I remember the girl…” He half groaned, half growled. He really didn’t want to think about it. But what he couldn’t understand was how Jay went to almost going home with a chick, to actually coming home with him? What had he done at the bar? He guessed the important thing was, what had he said.. Well he remembered what he said, but it didn’t seem like Jay did. Which made this the second time Zack had confessed to the boy, and the second time where it felt like he had gotten shot down… He was so close to being down with this all.. And not in a good way, because he was starting to think more and more about just moving on…

Zack did not like the sigh of frustration that came from Jay… Zack wasn’t the only one who didn’t remember anything. “Apparently… Maybe we should just pretend this never happened..” Because neither of them really knew what happened, and for all Zack knew was that Jay just wanted a quick lay, because he sure as hell didn’t remember what actually happened with the chick… However, he really did feel bad that this all happened, and felt bad for Jay. He didn’t deserve this crap, Zack wanted him to have so much more than just this… Zack looked back at Jay as he said sorry, a pained look on his face. “I’m sorry too…”