Hangover - Blog Posts
18: Oral sex
TW: Blackout drunk
Clint wakes up to the smell of coffee. He blinks his eyes open in a dimly lit room. The ceiling looks different. At a second glance, everything looks different. And for some reason, he is lying with his head on the wrong end of the bed.
“Morning sleepyhead.” Bucky signs. At least Clint thinks so. He’s upside down. Or is Clint upside down? That would fit with the bed thing.
Trying to figure that out hurts Clint’s brain, so he focuses instead on what is on the tray Bucky set on the bed next to him. Another wave of pain shooting through his head as he sits up makes the decision of whether or not Clint should take the ibuprofen easy, and the decision to down the coffee in a few quick swigs is easy too, even if it’s still steaming hot and burns his throat.
The more difficult decision comes with the hearing aids, but after a moment of weighing the pros and cons, he puts them in anyway. He’s too lazy to sign, even if sound makes the headache worse. That’s what the pain medications are for, right?
“You are only allowed iced coffee from now on.” Bucky decides. He sounds worried and shocked. Clint just shrugs as he looks around the room. His clothes are littered all over the floor, clashing uncomfortably with the otherwise very clean and empty room.
Wait.
If all his clothes are lying on the floor… He checks, just to be completely sure. And yes, he’s naked. In Bucky’s bed. “Did we…?" He stammers.
“Yes.”
“And I…”
"Yes. You practically begged to.”
Groaning Clint drops back on the mattress. “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh no,” Bucky says, leaning over him again. “You don’t get to apologise for the possibly best blowjob I have ever had.”
“Possibly?” Clint sits up too quickly, but his hurt ego was is important than his hurting head.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if your sober blowjobs are even better. You could barely see straight yesterday.”
“Wanna try?” Clint smirks, not expecting Bucly to actually take the offer.
But apparently he is wrong with that, as Bucky drops his sweats even before Clint has finished speaking.
But at the sight of his gorgeous super-soldier dick, he understands why the drunk version of him was so insistent.
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Here’s hoping you woke up this morning with a hangover, a pot of coffee, and someone laying naked beside you. Start the new year with a BANG! Happy new year!
“His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.” ― Warsan Shire
Post STRFKR Coffee I look like shit
Henley Monday -
Oh boy. I think it's safe to say that after the VMAs last night, we are all a little hungover and struggling through this Monday more than most. Regardless of whether or not you, like me, maybe had one too many strawberry margaritas while desperately trying to process that circus of an event, the brain is not firing at 100% today.
Enter recent feature Henry Cavill in a short sleeved henley reclined on some rocks on a beach looking otherworldly attractive, looking "no but really, how does one human get to be so perfect that it hurts my eyes to stare but I can't tear them away?" good. Relax. Take a deep breath. Drink some water. Stare into the depths of Henry.
Snow time ! The Revenant ! OSCAR !
Snow time ! The Revenant ! OSCAR !
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