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It was 4am. Ted woke up only one hour after he started sleeping, immediately trying to go to his room once he finished the ice cream video with Schlatt. But once he sat up, he realized he couldn’t make it that far. He was in the guest bedroom, a few rooms down from his own. He wouldn’t be shocked to see Schlatt laying on the floor, considering this was where he was supposed to be sleeping, but he didn’t see a sign of him other than his baggage. He felt a little disappointed, knowing he probably went there expecting to see Schlatt.
He groggily walked down the stairs, night slowly ending and dawn nearing. He was stumbling, still feeling the alcoholic ice cream in his system. Off camera, it was a bit unbelievable how much they drank. They finished the leftover alcohol in Fireball, and all the ice cream with it.
Ted smoked more than he drank, so coming back to drinking once in a while was always a surprise. He had a headache, barely being able to see the living room without his glasses but clearly seeing Schlatt uncomfortably strewn on the couch. He was partially sitting up, only leaning a bit on a pillow at the end of the couch. He had way more than Ted, and he smiled a bit at the thought of Schlatt forgetting they even made a video. Even before shooting, he was at the least tipsy.
Ted walked past him, not trying hard to be quiet knowing Schlatt definitely wouldn’t rise up at a few creaky boards after getting shitfaced. Ted grabbed some half-finished and lukewarm water to try and ease his dry throat. There was still a bottle of alcohol on the counter that they just started drinking as well, which he quickly took one last shot of before he’d walk back to his actual bedroom. And maybe wake Schlatt up.
Ted sat down next to him, grabbing a lighter and unfinished joint on the coffee table and deciding to finish it before really calling it a night. He occasionally turned his head to Schlatt every now and then, bumping his shoulder just a little to see if anything would happen. He didn’t even stir, only seemingly slumped further into the couch with every touch.
At one point, all he was doing was looking at Schlatt. Ted felt oddly giddy, scooting closer to him once he finished the joint off. Still unnecessarily careful, he sat up a bit and hesitantly brushed his unkempt hair out of his face. His hand was almost shaking, struggling to figure out if he should keep exploring. He saw Schlatts eyes move under his eyelids, and he ripped his hand back immediately. He moved to the farther end of the couch, ready for Schlatt to wake up furious. All he did was move his arms to his side, and then there was no more movement. Ted moved back, edging closer back towards Schlatt. He put his arm over the couch and leaned down into his ear.
“Hey, Schlatt, wake up.” At the same, he ran his hands through Schlatts hair once more. He nearly got distracted with it, until Schlatt weakly shifted. He flinched away again, feeling too anxious to continue playing chicken, but he slowly felt himself settling into Schlatts movements when he realized he probably wouldn’t wake up. Ted was only trying to talk to him for formality. He dropped his arm a bit more, actually touching his shoulder and being wrapped around him now.
“It’s Ted, Wake up.” His thoughts slowly faded from his mind as he put his hand over Schlatts stomach, grabbing at the ends of his t-shirt. He didn’t know if he would be comfortable with himself taking it off considering Schlatts well-being too, even though his well-being was thrown out the window by now.
Ted draped his hand lower, rubbing it over his inner thigh and moving upwards, feeling his thumb go over Schlatts pubic bone and over to the next thigh. Ted checked his face one last time, then continued to undo the knots of string on his basketball shorts. As paranoid as possible, he heard everything from the obnoxious crinkling of the leather couch to Schlatts breathing. It felt too surreal, he felt too anxious. He felt so nervous it was sickening, all when it was supposed to make him feel better.
He slowly shifted off the couch, sitting right next to Schlatts legs and trying to subtly push off the shorts. Ted pursed his lips and grabbed his leg and put it over his shoulder, watching more of Schlatts skin reveal itself once his clothes were peeled off. His hands went up and down Schlatts bare thighs while his legs fell further, touching Teds side with how limp he was. He brought Schlatts legs together and pushed his briefs off, letting go for a second to undo his own belt. He went back to just feeling Schlatt up for the moment, admiring everything about him while rubbing himself through his own boxers to get a little harder.
Not caring for preparation, he moved his dick over Schlatts slit, sighing from the feeling of warmth. “It’s just Ted, don’t worry.” He leaned down, pecking him on the cheek when he heard quiet moans. It was a bit muffled by Ted's shoulder being pressed into his face as he used the couch cushions to rest his head.
Once he slid himself in, he bottomed out nearly immediately after. Schlatts legs were on his shoulders, occasionally tensing at the intrusion. Ted grabbed his hand, lovingly placing it on his shoulder for him. He could feel his fingers slightly twitching and trying to subconsciously grab at him, but there wasn't enough strength.
His thrusts were quick and shallow. He still felt groggy from waking up only 10 minutes before, but he started to come to his senses with how tight Schlatt was squeezing around him. He could feel him leaking, and it pressed against his abdomen.
Schlatt started making more noise, and Ted was kissing them away. He was shushing him, the only thing holding him back from being rough was the littlest feeling of sympathy. He still slammed in a little harshly, the faint sound of Schlatts skin proving so.
Ted leaned back, looking down and taking all of him in. He kept grabbing Schlatts hand, interlocking their fingers and placing them back on his shoulder whenever his arm fell down.
He cupped Schlatts face with one hand, the other on his waist, and softly tugged, loving the way he looked sleeping so much. He was moving up and down with his lips parted, moaning every time Ted's hips stuttered inside of him and bumped his cervix.
Ted watched Schlatts arm lift up for a moment, almost like he was on the verge of opening his eyes or trying to stop it. When his body untensed, Ted grabbed at him and practically folded him more. He kept uttering reassurances in Schlatts ear, holding his breath for a moment every time he tightened or unconsciously grinded his hips against Ted.
The couch was moving with them, crinkling more than ever with the friction. He lifted Schlatts hips up, angling himself further inside while Schlatt slumped down against the couch more, looking lifeless. His knees closed against Ted's head briefly, closing his eyes tighter and furrowing his eyebrows while Ted felt more moisture leak out and now cover his thighs.
He grunted, pulling out just barely enough to the point his tip was resting over Schlatts cunt. He came, making sure to cover it before falling down next to Schlatt on the couch and wrapping around him, taking notice of his calm breathing as if nothing happened. It almost made him depressed.
He hugged tighter, not knowing if it was to comfort himself or an unaware Schlatt.