Ding!

You rose from your chair with a groan, grabbing your phone and looking at the notification. Ah, it was your roommate Viktor, of course. Was he asking to get picked up? It was late, maybe the bar had just closed... With a shrug, you opened the message, expecting to find a few nice words at best, or a drunken slur of letters at worst.

What he sent was not what you were expecting.

The notification, that you had assumed was a message, was actually a picture of Viktor, the man himself, on his knees, tongue flat against someone's navel just above where he had unbuttoned their pants, some... unidentified liquid on his face, captioned with the words "wish this was u ;)".

Oh. God.

You gulped, switching the phone off for a few moments, before tentatively glancing again. Puffy lipped, cheeks tinted red from the exertion or alcohol, the image of Viktor was still looking up at you with those big amber eyes of his. You knew he was drunk; Viktor liked to drink, and tonight was probably no exception. So your only real option was to pick him up before he could do something that would leave him even more embarrassed tomorrow morning.

The rest of your evening was a blur. You picked Viktor up, managing to wrestle him into the car while he mumbled and giggled incoherently, getting far too close to you for it to be considered decent. Maybe he just got horny when he was drunk. Then you got him home, dragging him up the five floors back to your apartment, giving him a glass of water, and stuffing him into his room before those eyes of his made you do something dumb.

The sound of running water woke you up the next morning, and after getting yourself ready for the day, for some ungodly reason you stepped out of your room at exactly the same time Viktor stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in his usual baggy weekend clothes.

The second your eyes met, he froze like a deer in the headlights. Oh shit, he remembered, didn't he?

"Oh, uh, h-hey, {{user}}--" Viktor started, almost dropping his cane, "--about last night..."