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Steve's mouth tasted like bad decisions and garbage. He groaned, rolling his head further into his pillow like an animal burrowing into the ground.
The hand around his waist answered by pulling him a closer, which sparked something in his brain. His body felt a little sore in some interesting places.
Of course his first thought was about Billy. It wasn't that uncommon for him to wake up like this after a night out at some gay bar, trying to lose his pointless crush on the dance floor.
But this was different. His sheets didn't smell right. His hair didn't smell right, not like his hairspray.
The night came back in bits and pieces, in between waves of nausea.
It had been Jason's idea, and Tommy was just sober enough to drive them through the night to the lights of Vegas, chanting their frat's chant whenever he started to get tired. Steve'd been stuffed in the backseat next to Billy, trying to ignore the searing heat of his thigh, the way he looked at Steve over his cell phone, blue bedroom eyes lit by the glow of his dating apps. The way he called Steve Bambi, all low and lilting. Smoother than tequila.
Drinking came easy, and besides, it was Vegas. Of course they got smashed, fighting their hangovers with more and more. Though the thought of taking even one sniff of alcohol now made him want to hurl.
Last night they'd been at some... show or something? An Elvis impersonator, he remembered that, and a woman in a showgirl outfit. He remembered crawling into the fountain at the Four Seasons and almost losing his Tau Sigma hat for... something.
The man next to him groaned, pulling Steve even closer and burying his face in the back of Steve's neck.
A name, he really needed to remember a name, but all that was coming forward was Billy... Billy in the fountain, laughing with his pant legs rolled up. Billy in the backseat of an uber, in the dark. Billy talking to Elvis, all blue bedroom eyes. Billy...
Oh no.
Steve shot up, swallowing against the urge to throw up.
Billy groaned, his hair sticking up in a frizzy halo around his head.
"Billy get up!" He shook at Billy's bronze shoulder.
"Five more minutes, baby, I'll make you breakfast."
Steve huffed, opening his mouth to reply before he bolted out of bed to throw his guts up.
He caught a glimpse of a cheap gold looking ring on his finger as he knelt down on the tile and let it rip, almost jumping when he felt a hand softly rub his shoulder blades.
"Billy," He groaned miserably, head hung in the toilet bowl, "We got married."
"What?"
Steve shoved back from the toilet, practically falling into Billy's arms, "I think we got married last night."
"Holy fuck, dude," Billy's brow furrowed, and then his eyes widened and he stared at Steve. Blue bedroom eyes. The whole nine yards.
"Do you remember anything?"
Billy's eyes slid to the ground, "Uh..."
Steve rubbed his hands over his face, "Oh my god, Billy. Fuck."
"Let's go back to bed. I'll order room service."
"Why are you not freaking out more?" Steve covered his eyes, "Billy I'm so fucking sorry."
"What are you sorry for, Bambi?"
"I just... I must have... dared you do do this or something. I'm so fucking sorry." He jerked away from Billy, scrambling against the tub.
Billy frowned, "And what makes you think I didn't do this... on my own."
"What do you mean?"
Billy just stared down at him, licking his lip, "Bambi..."
Steve shook his head, just a little, not understanding.
"Why would you have dared me?" Billy asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I mean, obviously... it's a j-joke or something."
"A joke?"
"No I mean...." Steve ran his hands through his hair.
"You like me, Bambi?" Billy smiled, and Steve's stomach dropped to the cold, nasty tile floor.
"I... I just mean..."
"Because I like you. Obviously."
Steve shifted, bumping into the bathtub.
"Don't fuck with me." Steve said softly.
Billy crawled closer. His eyes darted over Steve's face, blue gone electric in the shitty bathroom lighting.
"I'm not fuckin' with you."
Steve backed as far as he could against the tub, "You're not mad."
Billy shook his head, taking Steve's jaw in his hand, "I could never be mad at my husband."
Steve shivered, "Don't kiss me I just threw up."
Billy smiled, and his eyes lit up like the lights of Vegas, "Dare me?"