Crack Drabble~
Because clearly there's something wrong with me. |D
When Dee woke up that morning, the pain from his hangover combined with the eye-burning light streaming through the window was enough incentive for him not to get out of bed. As was that nice after sex glow he just knew was permeating throughout his body. The warm body he felt curled next to his side was the final touch for an extended stay in the comfy sheets. For the few more hours, even. Work be damned.
Rolling onto his side, he hooked an arm around the body in front of him, nuzzling his nose into soft hair he found and inhaling deeply.
"Hey babe," he mumbled with a grin.
"Hey yourself, Olivia."
There was a pause from both parties before Dee jolted up in bed, glaring accusingly at Ryo's back.
"Who the hell's Olivia, Ryo?!"
"Ryo? Wha-... Dee?"
"Drake?"
"DEE?!"
"Guuuuys, keep it down."
From somewhere around their waists and under the blankets, a third figure began to stir. Dee and Drake both scrambled out of bed, staring wide-eyed at each other for a moment, then at the middle of the bed, watching in mild horror as Ted began untangling himself from the sheets.
"Damn guys, what the hell kind of stuff were we drinking last night? I've got this horrible aftertaste in my mouth."
At the office, Ryo gave a sigh and checked his watch again, mentally thankful he'd declined the "guys night in" invitation and oblivious to all the new reasons why he should be.
When Dee woke up that morning, the pain from his hangover combined with the eye-burning light streaming through the window was enough incentive for him not to get out of bed. As was that nice after sex glow he just knew was permeating throughout his body. The warm body he felt curled next to his side was the final touch for an extended stay in the comfy sheets. For the few more hours, even. Work be damned.
Rolling onto his side, he hooked an arm around the body in front of him, nuzzling his nose into soft hair he found and inhaling deeply.
"Hey babe," he mumbled with a grin.
"Hey yourself, Olivia."
There was a pause from both parties before Dee jolted up in bed, glaring accusingly at Ryo's back.
"Who the hell's Olivia, Ryo?!"
"Ryo? Wha-... Dee?"
"Drake?"
"DEE?!"
"Guuuuys, keep it down."
From somewhere around their waists and under the blankets, a third figure began to stir. Dee and Drake both scrambled out of bed, staring wide-eyed at each other for a moment, then at the middle of the bed, watching in mild horror as Ted began untangling himself from the sheets.
"Damn guys, what the hell kind of stuff were we drinking last night? I've got this horrible aftertaste in my mouth."
At the office, Ryo gave a sigh and checked his watch again, mentally thankful he'd declined the "guys night in" invitation and oblivious to all the new reasons why he should be.