Cold Mattresses

Getting stoned didn’t seem like such a great idea the next day when I woke up with a blinding headache so powerful it made my fucking teeth hurt. Teeth aren’t supposed to pulse with waves of pain like mine were but I guess I should’ve learnt by now that that’s how I’m bound to wake up after a sesh with Mike. Groaning in pain and praying I still had pain killers, I heaved myself off my stomach and sat up.

Pain exploded behind my eyes before it just washed over them entirely. Dammit, how the fuck did I get myself into these situations? Sighing, I opened my eyes and narrowed them instantly against the pain before I pushed myself off the bed and moved into the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth before padding out to my kitchen. This is what I get for getting chips and then smoking weed again.

I riffled through the kitchen draws for the white box I knew was somewhere in there, the entire time my head feeling like it was holding a rock show with some serious drummers doing call and response. Fingers brushing over a box, I pulled my hand away and sighed in relief.

Ibuprofen. Thanks god. Popping two pills into my hand I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed into the living room; collapsing into the couch it was all I could do not to let out a sigh. The material was cool from disuse and felt awesome against my bare legs and arms.

This was a routine I was well versed in having danced through the act multiple times since meeting Mike. It was always the same, we’d smoke, talk, get food, go back to his place and eat, smoke some more and then he’d walk me home and depending on how thrashed he was, would collapse in the spare bedroom which really just served as a band member retreat or we wouldn’t even make it that far and just sleep at his place. Hell, a couple of times we woke up on the roof.

How it happened we still don’t know.

I sat in the silence for a while, head back against the couch and eyes closed as I waited for the pills to start working. It was slow going but the first thing I noticed were my eyes no longer hurting. It was bad enough when they started hurting because I wore my glasses too long but for them to hurt purely because of a headache was a fate far worse.

When the incessant pounding shifted into a dull ache I sat up slowly and reached for the television remote, content to flick through channels until something caught my eye that wasn’t infomercials. When nothing came on I switched from normal TV to the hard drive and put the first movie that caught my attention on and settled back into the couch cushions, pulling my knees up to my chest.

“Do you ever wear a bra?”

I frowned at the amused voice coming from behind me on my left and tilted my head back to see Tony leaning against the couch looking down at me. Looking down at my singlet covered chest I shrugged and shifted slightly to the right, nonverbally telling him to sit his ass down.

“Why should I wear a bra when I’m at home? There’s no point the only person here to impress is me and Kreacher,” at this I turned to the other end of the couch to look at the large black cat who was lying on his back with his legs spread wide. “Clearly he doesn’t care how I dress and I really don’t care to wear a bra.”

Tony shook his head at me and settled back into the couch, reaching over to the arm of the couch grab an extra pillow. “What’s the plan for today, babe?”

I frowned slightly and turned to look at him. “Plan?”

“You texted me last night pretty much demanding me to come over and hang out. So what’s the plan?”

I texted Tony last night? When the hell did I do that? It hit me suddenly, Mike must’ve taken my phone and flicked a text to Tone.

Sneaky Mexican.

I turned back to the movie that was playing and shrugged. “Right now man, I just want this headache to go away. As soon as that happens we can do something but for now we can watch Crocodile Dundee.”

“Have you had a shower yet?” Tony asked as he turned to watch the movie. I thought back to my night, silently fast forwarding through my conversation with Mike and Vic after coming back with food to where Mike walked me home, still sober enough to walk back on his own. I walked in, kicked off my shoes, got out of my onesie…

“Yep,” I nodded having finally gotten to the memory of me taking a shower. “Had one before I crashed out; I don’t remember much after the shower though, pretty sure I just went to sleep after.”

“Did you wake up on the roof again?”

“Not this time.”

“That’s good; you’re always grumpy after you’ve woken up on the roof.”

“That was only four times.”

“And you were really grumpy. You even snapped at Jaime and you never snap at him.”

I winced. “Snapping at Jaime is like accidently kicking your pet, you feel terrible for doing it. I apologised to him after I snapped at him didn’t I?”

“I’m pretty sure you did.”

Tony turned to look at me, dark eyes watching my face for a moment before he frowned slightly. “Have you eaten yet?” I didn’t bother looking at him, just shook my head. “Well get up and get ready, I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips as I turned to look at the sexican beside me. “That means I have to put on a bra though.”

I watched as Tony looked me up and down before smirking saucily. “Not really, quite frankly I like you without a bra, hell, go as you are if you like. I’m definitely not complaining.”

I felt my cheeks warm up and knew I was blushing badly but I couldn’t help it. I liked knowing that Tony found me attractive, it gave me a bit of stability in a way. Not because I’m insecure or anything but because there is a certain power to knowing someone finds to attractive even when you only woke up twenty minutes ago.

“As much as you’d like me to go as I am, I think I better put on some pants.” I slid to the edge of the couch and stood up purposely slow as to give Tony a show. “Can’t have people wanting to touch now can we?”

I watched as Tony’s eyes trailed up my legs and torso incredibly slowly before he reached my eyes and I was surprised at the dark look in them, almost possessive. “No, we definitely can’t have that.”

I nodded and walked around the couch. “Be back in five,” I call and walked the short distance into my room without bothering to close the door. I know what Tony was like and I knew he wouldn’t look. He was better than that.

Looking around my room I smiled slightly and walked over to beside my bed and bent down to pick up my black high waisted skinny jeans off the floor, stepping into them and pulling them up as I straightened; wriggling my hips slightly to get the material up. Looking down I focussed on doing the seven buttons up before walking over to my closet; pulling my singlet off as I did so.

Reaching into the built in shelves, I pulled out a bra and slipped it on as I scanned the different shirts I could see without having to move any of the hangers. Zeroing in, I smiled and pulled out my white Bone Jour tied sides muscle tee and slipped it over my head before heading back out to Tony.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Tony looked back at me and seeing me dressed he turned to grab the remote and shut off the TV before standing and walking around. “Where are your shoes?”

“By the door along with my bag, let’s go.”

Tony followed behind; eyes glued to my shirt and raised an eyebrow. “I thought the idea was to not let people think they could touch.”

I looked back at him over my shoulder. “That what you’re for.”

Notes

I'm writing this into a couple of chapters because I want to draw out their time together. Did you guys like that little bit of flirting between them? I did.

The link to the shirt goes to my Etsy account because my school computer blocks all these different websites and polyvore is one of them so bare with me.