Gross.
Well, at least they’d been safe. Remember it or not.
Oh, wait. Actually he did, kinda. The ride back to this apartment was still blurry, but an image of bending Vahin over his bed while Marlon stood behind him came floating back into a resemblance of clarity. Enough that he even remembered the animalistic groans Vahin had made as Marlon fucked him. He felt his cock shift beneath the sheets at the memory.
The smell of coffee wafted into the bedroom.Thank God. Salvation.
Slowly Marlon wedged himself up the bed to a seated position and leaned against the headboard. He let the sheet fall to his waist but grabbed one of the extra pillows and covered his lap. Silly, he supposed, but he felt a little self-conscious about Vahin coming back in to find him with a hard-on.
He glanced at the condom wrappers. There’d definitely been more than one round, like Vahin had indicated. He wished he could remember. Of course, maybe he’d messed up opening the first two wrappers, but he doubted it. He actually remembered finishing inside Vahin as he was still bent over, then pulling off the condom and tossing it. Oh, right. That explained the condom wallpaper attempt. Then asking for a drink. That’s right…. There’d been vodka, straight, and lots of it. The rest of the night faded after that.
Vodka. After endless rounds of beer. Dear God. No wonder his head hurt. Marlon knew he’d been drinking more than he should. Had for a while, but it was just part of it. You worked a hard shift, each traffic stop possibly bringing you face-to-face with the barrel of a gun, you have to take a guy down in front of his kids, you get blamed for every bad cop out there, and every scumbag who wants to make an example of you. At the end of the night, you go out with your buddies, the only other people in the world who truly get what you go through every day, and you drink. But typically it was beer for Marlon. Not vodka.
Enter Andrew. That asshole had definitely caused an upswing in Marlon’s hard liquor intake. Then, on top of it all, he’d taken away Marlon’s one release last night. No wonder Marlon had ended up in a stranger’s bed with a hangover.
Vahin walked back into the bedroom, a huge mug in his hand and a plate piled with toast in the other. The sunlight, so malevolent before, now caressed the muscled planes of Vahin’s chest and shoulders, all covered in the same dark hair as his plump ass. His large flaccid cock caught the light as he moved across the room.
Maybe waking up in a stranger’s bed wasn’t something Marlon needed to be angry with Andrew about, after all.
“Wow.” Vahin paused at the foot of the bed, staring openly. “That chest, man. I’d forgotten while I made breakfast.” He closed the distance, placed the plate of toast on the bedside table beside Marlon, and then handed him the coffee.
Marlon took the mug.
Vahin hesitated, then stretched out his hand but paused an inch or so away from Marlon’s chest. His gaze darted up to Marlon’s. “You mind?”
Marlon shook his head.
He was instantly glad of the pillow still covering his lap as Vahin smoothed his hand over his chest, then gave a slight pull on his chest hair.
“God, I love that.” Vahin moved his hand away and gave a tight shake of his head. “Sorry, you’re just… wow.” Another shake. “Okay. You drink your coffee.” He snagged a piece of toast as he stepped away and took a bite as he walked around the bed, then slid under the sheet next to Marlon, close but not touching.
Marlon sat there, unsure what to do. Part of him wanted to book it for the door. The last hookup had been a while ago, but he couldn’t remember the last time a guy had made him breakfast in bed, even if it was only toast. Not that there was anything to remember. That had never happened. The other part of him wanted to toss the coffee mug over with the condom and pounce on Vahin again, and this time remember every second of it.
“Your hangover isn’t going anywhere without the magic of caffeine.” Vahin shifted in the bed again as he spoke.
At the words, Marlon became aware once more of the killer headache. It was a testament to Vahin’s hotness level that it had dissipated for even a moment. Tentatively he took a sip of coffee and swallowed. It seemed it was going to stay down. Another sip, longer this time. Then he sighed. “Thank you. This really will help.”
“Oh, I know. I’m a bartender. I can nurse a hangover.” Vahin motioned across Marlon toward the plate. “I also put some Advil by the toast, once you get some food in your stomach. And I’ve got some vitamin waters in the fridge.” He popped his final bite of toast in his mouth.
Marlon cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re always this prepared for hungover hookups?”
Vahin shrugged, his expression darkening somewhat.
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to—”
Vahin waved him off. “Drink your coffee, Marlon.” He smiled.
Had Marlon told him his name? He didn’t think so. Vahin had remembered. Maybe he hadn’t been as drunk as Marlon. Of course he didn’t have to work with Andrew, so he didn’t have an excuse.
Andrew.Shit!Marlon flinched, spilling a bit of too hot coffee on his hand, which caused him to flinch again and spill more coffee, this time on the pillow. “Oh, shit! Sorry.” Marlon made to move, to get something to clean it up, then cried out as a new spike drove into his brain.
A hand clamped over his on the coffee mug. “Whoa, slow down there, big man. Don’t spill the whole thing. You’ll burn parts of you that for sure don’t need burning.” With his free hand, Vahin removed the stained pillow from Marlon’s lap.
Marlon slowed, but glanced around for a clock. He found it on the dresser across the room—11:54.
Almost noon. Fuck! “What is today?”
Vahin didn’t let go of his grip on Marlon’s hand and the mug. “Wednesday.”
