“I’m really glad you still look great in the morning,” Seth said, startling Oz out of his thoughts.
“Hmm?” Oz looked at him, blinking. His head still hurt.
“You said the light was flattering. I’m starting to get the impression that all light is flattering for you. You’re basically an underwear model.”
The tips of Oz’s ears heated up as he blushed. He liked to keep himself fit, and he knew he wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, but it was nice to hear that Seth was still into him after he’d gotten what he wanted.
“Are you okay?” Seth asked when Oz didn’t respond immediately.
“Uh, headache,” Oz said, trying to excuse himself. He definitely wasn’t thinking that it was a shame he wouldn’t see Seth again. This was a no-strings-attached deal, and he knew that.
“Poor baby,” Seth teased. “I have one of those bulk bottles of aspirin in the bottom of my bag. You should take a couple.”
Oz hesitated. Normally he would have solved this kind of headache with a fifteen-minute nap, but he didn’t really have time for that today.
In any case, Seth had offered. It seemed rude to say no, and a couple of aspirin wouldn’t do him any harm even if he didn’t really need them.
“You sure you want me going through your stuff?” Oz asked, double-checking that Seth had thought this through.
Seth sat up, rolling his shoulders back. “Your cock has been in me. I don’t have anything worth hiding left.”
Oz snorted. Seth obviously wasn’t an overly private man.
He bent down to open the overnight bag on the floor and rummaged past a change of clothes to look for the aspirin, aware of Seth’s eyes on him.
“Whoa,” Oz almost jumped back at what he’d just found in the bag. It was...
Well…
It was a dildo almost as thick as his wrist, realistically crafted in loving detail right down to the thick vein underneath.
Oz picked it up and stared at it for a few moments, shocked.
“You sure know how to make a guy feel inadequate,” he said eventually, unable to take his eyes off it. His butt clenched involuntarily just from looking at it.
“I forgot that was in there.” Seth didn’t look upset or embarrassed at all. Apparently, he didn’t feel that owning a sex toy the size of Oz’s forearm and bringing it on an overnight trip with him was noteworthy.
Oz begged to differ. A normal person probably would have dropped it immediately, but Oz figured that since he’d had his fingers up Seth’s ass just a handful of hours ago, it didn’t really matter if he touched his toys. Touching it was the least of his concerns.
“I thought I’d be lonely after the wedding,” Seth said, apparently moved to explain himself by Oz’s continued shocked silence.
“So you brought the biggest dildo you could find for what… company?” Oz raised an eyebrow.
“Company is a fun euphemism, let’s go with that. But it’s not even close to the biggest dildo I could find. You don’t get out a lot, do you?”
Oz opened his mouth to argue that he did, he just hadn’t ever acquired an apparently vast knowledge of dildo sizes, but the words wouldn’t come out. He finally managed to put the dildo back in Seth’s bag and grab the bottle of aspirin that was, as promised, right at the bottom.
“You were perfectly adequate, by the way,” Seth said as Oz shook two aspirin tablets out of the bottle.
“I’m not sure that was a compliment,” Oz responded, then swallowed both tablets at once to stop himself from saying anything else.
“Take it or leave it.” Seth shrugged. “I’d definitely fuck you again, though.”
Oz cleared his throat, unsure how to respond to that. “Feeling’s mutual.”
He would definitely have fucked Seth again. Right here and now, if he was asked.
He was pretty sure he wasn’t about to be asked. This read like a morning after rather than time for a third round.
