*.*The Morning After*.*{Tag: ALENCE}

[grumpy22]

Spence's night had been quite eventful. Hell, it was so good he even had dreams about it, which were a bit explicit. Aside from that, Spence woke up from his exhaustion and drunken slumber only to awaken to unfamiliar sheets and surroundings. He stretched a bit and his hand grazed someone's muscles, so Spence lifted the sheets to take a peek and saw ass and back. Spence panicked and slid out of the bed and went on a mission to find his underwear. Being super sneaky quiet he tiptoed around, but his underwear weren't anywhere to be found. Nibbling on his lip in frustration and nervousness, Spence made his way out the bedroom and into the living room which had clothes thrown everywhere. His bowers were hanging off the lamp, so he ran to them and slipped into them. His mind had blacked out the night before, but the truth was obvious as the soreness in his legs and the way his body sort of felt like a ton of bricks. "Shower, then I'll leave." Spence concluded as he made his way back into the bedroom and sprinted to the bathroom.

Spence closed the door, jumped into the stand in shower, went to turn the water on when he noticed another pair of boxers soaking wet draped over the hot water knob. He fought back a smirk and disgusted sneer as he pinched the boxers and tossed them to the tiled shower floor, then kicked them to the corner. He stood under the warm water before turning the knob to full blasting hot and medium cold. It felt as if all the guilt and denial was off his skin and bidding him farewell as it escaped into the drain only to face him another night from another man. Spence grabbed the man's body wash and a washcloth and scrubbed his skin clean, then shampooed his hair. As the water washed away the suds, he felt as if he was trying to wash away the true. Like, he was denying himself a bit of himself that he would neveraccept. Like bittersweet revenge Drunk Spence had once again caused his heart/mind/body to be conflicted, which caused a very distressed and emotionally unstable Spence.

Spence shut off the water forcibly, and stepped out the shower and stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. "Disgusting." He mumbled to himself as he turned away to find a towel. They were hidden deeply in the closet in the bathroom, and coincidentally he got the last one. As if the guy knew that Spence would shower. This had to have some meaning. The last towel. Who only had one towel left clean? Spence slammed the closest door and wrapped the towel around his waist before retrieveing his boxers. He headed out the bathroom and his eyes fell on Alec. The temptation from the night before, but instead of wanting to hurt the guy. Spence felt a strange twang in his chest to just crawl back into bed and snuggle up next to Alec. To just fall back sleep. Internally, Spence debated, but his exhausted body won and he was sliding back under the covers and he laid on his chest with and arm draped over Alec's chest. Spence was only awake for a few more seconds before light snores could be heard.

[alecsherwood]

Alec had loved his night. In short, it was a great time where he met a great guy and had joyous buttsecks. No, seriously. Just picked the guy up at a bar and away they went. The guy was even decent; cute, a good kisser… man, that kid….

He felt something touch him, and he did his best to keep his breathing deep and rhythmic, like he was still sleeping. He felt the kid (spencer… Spence?) tiptoe out of the room, then he waited until the sound of running water as Spencer took a shower to sit up. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking around, seeing the clothes strewn about. God, what a good night.

He thought more, remembering the feel of Spence’s lips against his. Was it possible for a guy to have softer lips than that? He honestly believed that those were some of the softest lips and best kisses. Just remembering them made him crave them…

The water shut off, and quickly he lied back down, covering back up with the sheets and regulating his breathing. He felt Spencer lie down and put an arm over his chest. He waited for the light snores before turning his head to watch him sleep. It was mesmerizing, how his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath… how he would twitch slightly every once in a while. For some reason, he just liked watching him sleep. Alec resisted the urge to reach out a hand and run his fingers along the other man’s jaw, and instead gave him a light kiss on the cheek before gently wrapping his arms around Spencer and pulling him close, snuggling his head in the man’s neck and falling back into a light sleep. He could get used to this.