Prompt Number Two.

2. Angst (7&2) Jojo & Raleigh

Jojo woke up and didn't recognise where he was.  Shifting on the matress, he rolled over and nuzzled his face into the sheets, only to inhale and stiffen.  The smells was entirely unfamiliar - moreso than waking up in a place he never remembered going.  Jojo had on occasion woken up in someone else's home - but never in their bed.

Sitting up slowly, he took in his surroundings, noting the single-room apartment, the little corner by the large window with scattered books, papers and various other artist's utensils.  Most importantly, standing in the small kitchen was a tall, red haired male silently sipping from a mug held in both his hands.

Letting out a heavy sigh combined with a groan, Jojo ran his hands over his head, fingertips brushing his mohawk.  "Wha...Where...Fuck..."

The man in the kitchen pushed away from the counter and walked silently over to beside the bed, looking down at where Jojo sat wrapped up with the blankets around his waist.  Green eyes were hard as he stared down at Jojo, who stared back up at him, a feeling of dred washing over him.

"What did we do?" Jojo asked.

The red haired man said nothing, just flicked strands of curled ginger out of his face.  After a few more moments of silence stretched on in such a manner that tugged on Jojo's heartstrings, bringing his panic levels even higher, the guy finally spoke.  "We did nothing.  You, however, did quite a bit.  I thought it was safer dragging your drunken ass back to my place than letting you stumble home."

"So we didn't have sex?"

"No, you idiot.  I'm not going to cause my boyfriend any extra angst by having sex with a...mohawk...I'm already having to grovel because I've got some guy in my bed.  Count yourself lucky I like sleeping on my couch."