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Puppy Love

one

It was a rather warm Baltimore night and twenty-six year old Zack Merrick was currently just arriving home from an extremely overdrawn work shift. He wanted nothing more than to simply shower and go to bed, but his plan was abruptly interrupted by what sounded like loud jumbled words being shouted in his backyard. No, I must be hearing things. The brunette male thought with a shake of his head as he pulled his shirt over his head. As he was undoing his pants, he heard that same strange shouting again. “Okay what the fuck is going on?” Zack asked himself aloud as he sighed heavily and pulled his pants back on. He knew he wasn’t hearing things and he had no choice but to go see what that sound was at this point.

He quickly made his way from his bathroom to the door that opened to reveal his backyard. Flinging the door open, his jaw dropped when he spotted what was the cause of the noise.There was a man playing with Zack’s dog in his own fucking backyard. I’ve seen it all now. The brown haired male thought to himself with a loud sigh. Stomping over to the other male, he let out a loud hey, but the other male wasn’t phased. “Dude, what the fuck? Who the hell are you and why are you in my backyard, asshole?” Zack questioned with a nasty glare. Normally Zack was extremely polite and would never say something like this, but right now he was exhausted and some weird guy was in his backyard playing with his fucking dog. So yeah, he was a little pissed.

When Zack gained no response from the man, he moved closer to him and snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Are you fucking drunk?” He shouted in utter disbelief. The man finally brought his head up and let out a loud obnoxious laugh. “Dog’s are great!” He said with heavily slurred words and alcohol reeking on his breath. He was rather tall and had sparkling brown eyes, but the feature of his that stood out the most was his two-toned hair. “Okay, yep you’re plastered skunk boy.” Zack said with a sigh to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The taller male just let out a small hiccup and a giggle as he continued to pet the furry white dog. Realizing he wasn’t making any progress with this, Zack grabbed the mans shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. “Look, dude, you need to go ho- oh my fucking god bro!” His sentence was cut short when the skunk haired male let out the contents of his stomach all over Zack’s bare feet.

“Jesus fuck!” The brunette shouted as the intoxicated male fell to the ground. At this point Zack was starting to go into panic mode and having some stranger vomit and then throw up on his feet was the final straw to make him scream. All he wanted was to shower and get into bed and this guy was ruining everything. Frankly, Zack wished he didn’t even exist and that meant a lot coming from him. “Dude, get up.” He said as he nudged the male with his pinky toe, the only part that was spared from the vomit, and sighed loudly as he got no response. Trudging over to the waterhose, the brunette quickly washed off his feet, holding back gagging as he did so, and turned to hose off before moving back over to the passed out guy laying in his backyard.

I mean, I can’t just leave him laying out here. I’m not that mean. He thought as he chewed on his lip and looked the male over. The guy was extremely lanky, but Zack figured he could carry him. Squatting down, he scooped up the male into his arms and carried him bridal style into the house. Moving over to the couch, that he had just purchased and was extremely pissed about having a drunk guy sprawled out across, he gently set down the man and rolled his eyes and a little bit of drool poured out of his mouth. Groaning loudly, he rubbed his tired eyes and walked back to his bedroom. He didn’t waste time getting undressed and instead just crawled into his bed like a defeated man. “What a fucking night.” He mumbled to himself as his heavy eyelids finally got the rest they had been yearning for.

When Zack’s brown eyes flickered open again it was now morning and he smiled a little knowing it was his day off. That smile quickly faded when he heard rustling in his kitchen and remembered the events of the night prior. Dragging himself out his bed, he trudged into the kitchen to see the man he’d carried in last night eating cereal with a glazed over look. It the taller male a couple seconds to register that someone else was standing there and when that fact finally sunk in, his expression changed to that of a shocked one.

“Who are you?” The male with the two-toned hair creaked out and Zack just rolled his eyes. “I should be asking you that question.” He responded with a slight glare flickering in his eyes. This was not how he wanted to be spending his day off and yet here he was talking to some hungover bastard that was eating his cereal, his favorite one too, and staring at him like he was in the wrong. “Look, I don’t remember much of last night and I thought I had crashed at one of my friend’s houses. I’m Jack.” The male said in between bites of his cereal as he looked at Zack with tired brown eyes. At least I know his name now. Zack thought as he walked over to where Jack was sitting and leaned onto the counter.

“Well, I’m Zack and I found you petting my fucking dog in my backyard last night. When I questioned you, you then proceeded to throw up all over my feet.” Zack informed him with a tight lipped smile and a glare. A flush of embarrassment came over Jack’s face and he looked away from the brunette. “Hey, uh, Zack I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, man.” He apologized as his eyes flickered back up to Zack’s. As he said that, he took in all of Zack’s features and realized he was in the house of the hottest stranger ever and he had already made an ass out of himself.

Letting out a loud sigh, Zack just stared at the other for a couple seconds before cracking a smile. “Well, at least we’ll have a really cool story to tell people if we become friends” He said with a small laugh and Jack laughed as well. Jack was extremely pleased that Zack wasn’t completely pissed at him and threatening to call the cops like he had imagined this situation to play out in his head. Finishing up his cereal, the skunk haired male got up and washed out his bowl and set it on the counter, leaning on said counter afterwards with a hint of awkwardness being displayed by his posture.

“So, uh would you mind getting lunch with me sometime?” Jack questioned with a hopeful smile. The skunk haired male was well aware of the ability his charm had, but he was unsure if it would work in a situation like this and he was sincerely hoping it would. Zack’s eyes lit up when he processed what the other had asked and he quickly attempted to hide his eagerness. The truth of the matter was that Zack had been single for about a year now and he was honestly a little lonely and Jack was definitely not an unattractive guy. Realizing he had become lost in his own thoughts, Zack dragged himself back into reality and glanced at the other male. “Yeah, that sounds cool. Here, put your number in.” The brunette said as he grabbed his phone off the counter and handed it to Jack.

A satisfied smirk found it’s way onto the taller male’s face as he typed in his number, his faith in his charm restored, and saved his contact name as ‘hot stuff xoxo.’ Pleased with the stupid contact name, he handed the phone back to Zack and smirked at him. “Well, I should probably get going. Thanks for letting me crash here and not killing me.” Jack joked receiving a giggle, which was the most goddamn precious thing he had ever heard in his life, from Zack. The shorter male lead the taller to the front door and awkwardly stood there for a couple of seconds before speaking. Jack quickly pecked Zack on the cheek without even thinking and giggled a little as the brunette’s face went bright red. “Call me.” Jack said in a flirty tone with wink before stepping out of the door and leaving Zack all alone to his thoughts.

What the fuck just happened? Zack thought as he sheepishly stumbled back into his bedroom with a childish smile plastered on his face.

Notes

this was inspired by a prompt i found on tumblr so tada here's the first chapter. i haven't written in over a year so hi guys what's up i hope this isn't too horrible. i may update whispers in the dark sometime idk i'm trash so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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