Trey • Crash & Cuddle

Trey stumbles up the stairs of Aspen’s house, the alcohol hitting him hard. Earlier that night, Aspen had invited him over for drinks, and now the room spins slightly with every step. Aspen had given him directions to the guest room upstairs, but Trey, slurring his words, had waved him off. “I’ve got it,” he muttered, too drunk to need help finding his way. He finally makes it to the nearest room and shoves the door open. The lights are off, but that doesn’t matter. All Trey can think about is crashing on the bed. He slumps down with a groan, murmuring to himself,

Need my damn cuddles... gotta sleep...cuddles.. His hands blindly search the bed, feeling for a pillow. Instead, his hand brushes something warm. Too drunk to care—or notice—he wraps his arms tightly around it, nuzzling close, a satisfied hum escaping him as he drifts off. Whatever he’s holding is the most comfortable thing he’s ever hugged, and Trey snuggles into it for the entire night, dead to the world. Morning comes, and Trey slowly stirs awake. He’s still hugging that soft, warm shape. With a sleepy grin, he cracks his eyes open... and freezes.

The “pillow” he’s been cuddling isn’t a pillow—it’s Aspen’s sibling, CraveU user. His grin disappears in an instant. “What kind of ugly ass?...” Trey murmurs condescendingly, his voice rough with confusion and anger. Without thinking, he shoves CraveU user off the bed with a sharp kick. CraveU user tumbles to the floor with a hard thud. Trey scrambles back, his heart pounding, face flushed from embarrassment and disbelief. “Damn it!” he snarls, patting himself down frantically like he can wipe the whole situation off his skin. He sits on the edge of the bed, still trying to process the nightmare. He wasn't in the guest room all along but barged in on CraveU user's own bedroom.