The body rumbled beneath his. “Wha?”
“Gotta take a piss.” Ryan muttered, not sure ifevery part of his body would actually come with him. He was toofucking old to sleep on the ground even if he did a have sexierthan hell pillow. He looked over at Brendon who was leaning againstKenneth's back. Both of them were sound asleep. It was a posePatrick and he had done...a lot through basic. They would presstheir backs together and then nod off just like that. How Brendonand Kenneth slept that way he would never know. “Come on, Stretch.I need to piss.”
“Freckles, if you're this bitchy in the mornin’I'm not too sure I want you to spend the night,” Phillip saidroughly, but let the other man up.
Ryan just smirked and headed toward thebathroom. The previous morning/night was kinda fuzzy. He rememberedthe fight mainly because he was aching in all the places he wouldafter a fight. Then add on the fact he had been laying on the floorwith Phillip. Yeah, he was fucking sore.
He ran into Mark, who was coming down thestairs. “Morning.”
“Mornin.' What time is it?” Ryan asked.
“Ten. Patrick is still sleepin'. He's laying onthe stage. Y'all just passed out; didn't see any reason to wake youup.” The older man looked at Ryan for a few moments and thengrinned. “That hickey looks painful,” he drawled as he strolled tohis lover who was curled and covered up on the stage.
Ryan blinked and grabbed his neck. Shit. Onceinside of the bathroom he headed straight to the mirror. Sureenough there was a huge ass hickey on the side of his neck. Not tomention bite marks. He could only pray that Phillip looked like achew toy too.
He finished up in the bathroom and walked backout. Everyone was in varying stages of waking.
“God, my head won't stop thumping,” Patrickbitched.
“You don't need to yell!” Brendoncomplained.
“Will you both shut the fuck up?” Kennethsnarled, holding his head in his hands.
“You girls need to learn how to hold yourliquor,” Phillip boomed.
Of course Phillip wouldn't have a hangover. Hewas the perfect fucking man, Ryan thought grouchily.
Even Ryan winced at the sound.
Kenneth said something that suspiciously soundedlike 'fuck you'.
“My mouth taste like ass,” Brendon muttered.
“Come on we'll head on home and get cleaned up.”Ryan said, trying to find his keys.
“Behind the bar,” Mark called.
Ryan grabbed his keys and headed toward thedoor, when he was dragged backwards.
A slip of paper was tucked into his frontpocket. Ryan looked up at Phillip. He smiled at the man. Philliplooked like he'd been sucking face with a muffler. The smile leftwhen Phillip lowered his lips to Ryan's.
“Nice hickey,” he whispered before he leaneddown and planted an obscenely innocent kiss on his cheek.
Ryan smirked at Phillip. “Yeah, Fido. I know.You know, I'm not a chew toy.” He paused. “And I'm not a girl.”
Ryan and Brendon walked out while hearingPhillip's booming laughter.
***
Ryan opened his apartment door and both of themwalked in. The night before, Brendon had seen his apartment. It wasa mess. It actually looked like a military truck had puked in hisfront room. Gear from last month’s field exercise lay spread aboutall over the front room. Uniforms, spare dog tags, extra pairs ofboots and God only knew what else littered the floor.
“Dude, you should really see my home. It looksthe same.”
Ryan snorted. He doubted anyone had a house anymore cluttered than his. “I like to think it's my own private fuckyou to the Army. But, it's mainly when I get home I just want tonot move.” He sighed.
“Yeah, will go with the first,” Brendonsaid.
“Wanna take a shower first?”
