First ever fic

This was  my very first attempt at writing queer fic.

The characters are original. Written when i was 16, so please be kind.

 

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Of Meetings

      He propped himself up on his elbow and lifted his gaze to the prostrate
form that lay next to him. Now that he had a chance to take a proper look,
they weren't all that dissimilar.  With the make up kissed away and the
aggression smoothed off by sleep, his companion looked downright peaceful,
and nearly identical to himself. Moving slowly, as not to wake up the
sleeper, he crawled off the bed and felt his way out the bedroom. He would
turn on the lights in the hallway, after all, what would be the use of waking
up an innocent? His lamentable nighttime habits weren't anyone's fault. He
gently closed the door and winced as the light surged into his sleep numbed
brain. "Better make this short," he thought to himself as he made his way to
the bathroom
     

     Once there, he allowed himself to relax, if only a bit, and let out a
sigh. The happening of last night, or rather today morning, made themselves
painfully true. He splashed some water on his face hoping to alleviate some
of the pounding head ache and the nausea.  The result was minimal, but enough
for him to return to the bedroom without losing any of his stomach's
contents. "Such is the price of drinking" noted a snide voice in the back of
his mind, but he chose to ignore it. He knew what he was getting into when he
walked into the bar last night. He wasn't mentally deficient when he
presented his "ID" to the bartender either. Neither was he daft when he
walked up to the enticing stranger and "borrowed" the screwdriver. Thus, no
matter which way he looked at it, his current state was solely his fault.
Even if the activities that got him there were rather, pleasurable.
     

      He smiled as his mind replayed their still sober conversation from the
night before. From what he could remember, the stranger proved to quite a
conversationalist. Very few people could maintain a healthy argument and not
get upset when they lost. Even fewer could actually win one against him. Yes,
yesterday was an interesting night indeed. He opened the door a crack and the
light fell on the sleeper's upturned facade. Asleep, that face looked so
different from what he'd first encountered.  Relaxed, the Grecian features
looked soft, none of the icy beauty that attracted him fist surviving the
change.  He knew it would be back in the morning, but for now he just enjoyed
the sight of his sleeping bedmate. The figure in question lay in a careless
sprawl. The tangled limbs looked almost ethereal in the dim light. As he
looked closer, he discovered that the hair was not straight as he first
thought, but rather wavy, it's longish strands curling lightly at the ends.
The originally pristine skin was now marred with marks. He must have made
them during the initial frenzy of their meeting. No bother, they would heal
quickly and he wouldn't repeat the mistake again "Again? Getting hopeful here
aren't we?" He chided himself as he turned off the light and started feeling
his way back to the bed. After living there for so long he should really have
known the layout of his bedroom by heart. Of course that would imply using
the aforementioned   room.
     

    He continued to ponder his thought as he slipped back under the covers.
It was too early to even consider the word ` again" much less plan upon it.
What happened last night  wasn't a dream, the evidence lay right there next
to him. The problem was that he didn't even know what exactly happened. It
was quite out of character for him. In fact, the entire  evening was. There
was no denying that the whole escapade and its aftermath were pleasant. It
was also fairly obvious that he wouldn't mind it happening again. However
that was just him. As sensuous  and intelligent this creature was, there was
no guarantee of a repeat. In fact there was a near certainty of them not
seeing each other past morning. Morning, he'll deal with it all in the
morning. Being a good host he wouldn't let his guest leave without a proper
bit of breakfast and he'd resolve this whole situation in the time it would
take to prepare and consume whatever it is they'd eat. Whatever the outcome
would be, this experience wasn't all that bad. Frankly, he'd do everything
not to let this one get away. "But that would be done in the morning" he
thought and spooned the form next to him.
    In the morning he woke up alone, to a silent house and a pounding
hangover.

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Today has been a day of ungly, annoying miasmic haze, and conpounded with my resurging depression, it hasn't been good.
I went to sleep at 6 Am with the intention of getting my nine hours and going to class at 7 PM. The sleep thing hasn't happened. The landlady, in what I assume was retaliation for our complaints about the cold, turmed the heat on to 35 C. I opened the window, and attempted again to sleep. Managed 2 hours before it got too cold and I had to get up and close it. By then she'd turned off the heat, and so I had to turn on my electic heater.
Went back to bed in hopes of sleep. The sun was up in the sky, and even my though navy curtains weren't much help. So i spent an hour just laying there, trying not to let my thoughts turn to their nturally depressive direction. Failed muserably and cried myself to sleep over things that cannot be changed. Crying "God why must I be queer?" really does not help matters. Neither does loathing ones utter lack of emotion. Nothing I can do about either of those things. Woke up at 3, and instead of getting up turned off the alarm, went to the loo, got the 2 rejection messages from the people I've interviewed for and went back to sleep. Woke up at 7PM, and realized that I wasn't going to make it to class after all.

Am now sitting in front of the comp, desparate for an escape. Must stay awake the whole night so I can get to my 11AM class tomorrow. Must find a job. Must NOT allow the depressiveness run my head. It is my resposibility after all, especially since i refuse to go on anti depressants.
Will go and attempt to scrounge some food.....

EDIT@9:45 PM :
OMG Gary Oldman is playing Commish Gordon in the new Batman film! And Christian Bale is the new Batman! Amd Liam Neesson is there too !!!