ROLEPLAY HQ - night-after

Tw: potentially distressing sexual content, substance abuse, discussion of assault and trauma, discussion of self harm

He woke with a pounding migraine twisted up naked in his blankets. Groaning he put a palm to his forehead, moving to sit up. His hand hit someone else in his bed and he panicked, pulling away. Shit! He got his feet to the wood floor, shakily getting to the bathroom hooking shorts off the floor on the way. Pulling them on and falling against the bathroom doorframe, he hit the light. His small apartment was a mess, a place he went when he was downtown, and he had no memory of getting there. His face in the mirror was pale and his black curls was flat on one side from sleep. What the fuck happened? He washed his face in the sink with shaky hands. His tattooed back faced the door, the light illuminating the loft. Large windows on one side looked out over downtown, sheer curtains pulled away. @peachbunny_

Max slowly opened his eyes. There was a strong ringing in his ears, making it more difficult to fall back asleep even though he was exhausted. Where was he? He sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room. The blanket slipped down his chest and a cold breeze met his skin. His shirt wasn’t on anymore. He could hear footsteps, but couldn’t see anything. He reached his hand out hoping to find a lightswitch or lamp of some sort with no such luck.The streetlights illuminated the room just enough for him to make out what the shadows were. It was just then that it hit him. He slept with someone. But why was it dark out? Was it the middle of the night still? So many thoughts raced through his mind and the loud ringing finally started to settle down. It must have been a party with music or something of the sort that made his ears hurt that way. The only thing he couldn’t seem to figure out was this person’s name and where he was. It certainly wasn’t his apartment. Was this a stranger? His head turned toward the sound of running sink water. @Vox Knight

The lit clock on his side table denoted it was six am and the sun would be rising soon. He splashed water up his face, and dragged it down his hair to tamp down the fuzzy waves. What the hell happened.... he looked at his tired face in the mirror then popped his pills in his mouth, taking them with a handful of water from the tap. He slowly made his way back into the main room, pulling on a robe as he did. His apartment was a loft, his kitchen only a step up and portioned off by a counter. The light of the fridge made him grimace, pulling out a bottle of water and chugging it all down without breath. His head was killing him and he thought he was going to vomit. Fuck. he thumped his head onto his fridge, sighing softly. *What the hell did I do..." @peachbunny_

Max listened carefully. His heart was thumping in his chest and it felt like a lump in his throat. Shit. What had he gotten himself into? He stood up cautiously. There were still some boxers on so at least he was somewhat covered. However, if this person had seen him all then there was no shame anyway. On the floor appeared to be a pair of his shoes. Brown boots. He didn’t want to snoop in this random apartment but he also needed to find his cell phone- it might give him some idea of where he was at. He eventually came across the phone that had been hidden under the pillow he just slept on. The brightness of the scream hurt his eyes. There were no missed messages or phone calls. It wasn’t like he had anyone to check up on him, really. His roommates never minded when he stayed out late. It was time to confront this stranger. Max crept slowly out of the bedroom area and began to look for whoever it was. The anxiety halted any ill feeling he had. Finally, he found them and meekly said, “Hi. What just happened?” @Vox Knight

"I uh... I think we both hooked up drunk." He murmured softly, head in his arms. "I don't remember shit and I feel like shit..." his voice was rasping from sleep and a hangover, head throbbing. He looked up and Max realized he knew his face. Jun was a semi-popular porn actor, and one of the top men on Onlyfans. They shared a studio as Jun rented out one of the small offices on the top floor of production. He'd been trying to get into mainline acting but hadn't had much success. He was popular for a niche and had a massive female fanbase, enough that most thought he was straight.... apparently he wasn't. Fuck I'm sore. he dropped his head back into his arms. "Mind telling me who you are? Considering it feels like you broke my fuckin back." He laughed, embarrassed, looking past his arms. His face was scarlet red with embarrassment, visible in the light from above his counter.

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“I’m… sorry that you don’t feel well.” Max stared at the man blankly. He was trying really hard to remember the events of the last 24 hours. How he got into this position. The longer he looked at Jun, the more familiar everything seemed. And that’s when it hit him. He recognized him. Max was closeted to the general public, including even his family. It was something he preferred to keep private for now. Not even the fan base he had knew. He writes music and sings at local bars and on platforms such as TikTok. He has a decent amount of followers but nothing too crazy. He recognized this man from an OnlyFans subscription. Guilty. He didn’t know if he should be blunt and honest. “I’m Max.. Davis. Although I don’t remember exactly how we got here.” He smiled and tried to hide his embarrassed. Of course it was a good time or he wouldn’t have fallen asleep there. He had a backpack somewhere but forgot where he left it. “And you are…?” @Vox Knight

"Ouch. I was that out of it?" He mumbled quietly then said louder, "Jun Kalai." He announced in return to his question. "Please don't talk about this to anyone..." He mumbled, "This could really fuck up some stuff." He offered a bottled coffee from his fridge, holding the bottle out. Jun just looked hungover more than trying to be an asshole, eyes still hazed out from drinking. He picked up his phone, grimacing at the light. "Well we got back with an uber at least..." He sighed softly, checking his debit card payments. He sighed at the photos and held out the phone. Both of them had taken a selfie, faces pressed together and both clearly drunk. "Well. Explains that..."

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Max instantly felt some relief because he also didn’t want anyone else to find out about this - at least they were on the same page about that. “Hey, don’t worry. I don’t plan on telling anyone about this.” He tried his best to be reassuring. He gratefully accepted the coffee and twisted off the cap, taking a sip. It was cold and mildly sweet. Max pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his photo album. There were a few blurry images of what seemed to be party lights and one awkwardly drunken selfie. Nothing too suspicious. “Shoot, well at least we’re both safe. I don’t know which one of us paid for that Uber but I can give you some cash, and maybe buy you some food to fix up that hangover?” Max offered. Or, maybe this person wanted him out of the apartment as soon as possible. He’d understand. They were basically strangers. “I think we were at a party together. I don’t remember who hosted it. Maybe it was someone’s birthday.” He tried to recall. If he had gone with a friend they would have noticed him missing- unless he went to this party alone. He opened Instagram and scrolled. A couple people had recently posted stories of a crowded party but none had Max in them. “Sorry. I hope I’m not being rude by checking my phone. Just trying to figure out where we were exactly.” Or any evidence that could have been leaked. @Vox Knight

"Hell if you see me tell me." He mumbled, sipping his coffee bottle. "Theres no need to pay me nothin' it's fine." He sunk to the floor leaning against the cupboards, nauseous. He had to be absolutely drunk the night before if he was this bad now.... I'm not going in today. I can't.... he groaned softly thumping his head into the counter. "It was a studio party. Thrown by yours..." He groaned audibly leaning on the counter. "I don't know what happened..." @peachbunny_

Max stood still, and tried not to get anxious. “Listen, if you want me to go, we can pretend like this never happened. Whatever you want.” He of course, didn’t want to forget it existed. He was terrible at that. But he’d do whatever it took to make this stranger comfortable. He knew what it felt like to have somewhat of a reputation on the line. And how crummy it feels to be hungover. “I’m sure it’s going to be alright.” Max felt like his feet were frozen in place. It wasn’t often that he was a party goer, with that much drinking anyway. The scent of cigarettes on his shirt were making his head pound. He didn’t even smoke. He still had zero missed messages. He opened Facebook just in case but that was a family-only profile. That probably would have been the worst place to be exposed. He managed to step forward but his body felt heavy. Exhausted. He glanced around the room until he spotted a familiar black back. Perfect. It was his. He picked it up carefully and examined it to make sure, then opened the biggest pouch. A granola bar, phone charger, unopened bandaids, a handful of pens, alka seltzer, and.. a torn up box of Trojans. Great. @Vox Knight