Challenge #133: Remorse - Lapse
Sticky sheets clung to him and his mouth felt like it hadn't seen a toothbrush in months. He wondered where he was.
Pizza. Beer. Football highlights. Fingers tangling his hair. A cock in his mouth. He blinked his eyes open. His cock in--
He whipped his head around, willing it not to be true.
God, no.
He sprang from the bed, pulling the sheets with him and ruining any hope of getting out unnoticed.
"Morning," came the blissful yawn from nearby.
Casey frantically gathered the bare essentials (jeans, shoes, wallet, keys) and bolted without a look back or a goodbye.