Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved.
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up. [Get scared – Sarcasm]

A soft humming came from the air-conditioning, soft speaking in the distance, voices muffled through the wall, sometimes a click of a door being opened. The soft sheets covered two bodies and their faces slightly. A small ray of light shone through the ivory curtains. It had been quite a night for both of them. Both of them were worn out, it had become rather late after all. The raven-haired man was softly snoring and he was still wearing his spectacles, though they were on his nose awry. The crimson-haired one had his arm wrapped around the other's waist, pressing his chest against his back gently.

Slowly the raven-haired opened an eye, clenched it shut for a moment and then opened it once again. When he wanted to sit up, he noticed the arm wrapped around his waist and the horrible headache. He barely remembered a thing, but according to the throbbing pain behind his cranium he assumed it had been a rough night. The stabbing pain in his back and hips confirmed it. Carefully he wrapped his fingers around the slender wrist and removed it from his warm body. He picked up his undergarments and put it on and turned around when hearing the redhead moan softly.
"Will..."
A slight blush covered his cheeks. He was blushing, he really was. Something he barely ever did. He ignored it, at least he tried to, and continued to dress himself. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was horribly messed up, especially the back of it. He took a small comb from is pocket and carefully started to fix the black wisps. "Honestly..." He muttered to himself. His voice was hoarse, and not just a bit.

Meanwhile, Grell had woken up as well. He had slight bags underneath his eyes, he felt them. The bed was warm and comfortable and he decided he would stay in it for another while. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened last night, but he enjoyed the things he remembered and replayed them multiple times in his mind. The touches, the kisses, the bites. The bites. Immediately he removed the blankets and grinned slightly when noticing the tooth printings on his hips and sides. How many alcohol did he make William drink to get him to do this? Probably quite a lot. He shivered and pulled the blankets back up to his ears.
He wasn't in that much pain or he just didn't feel it because of his happiness. There was some blood on the covers, causing Grell to giggle quietly. What the hell did we do last night? He ran his fingers through his hair when noticing William wasn't there. He remarked it rather late. Groaning he pushed himself up and slowly got off the bed. He didn't think it was urgent to put on any clothes, so he walked toward the soft 'honestly' he had heard. He peeked in and smiled.

"Good morning," he spoke with a smile, his voice about as cracked as William's.
William turned around and lifted a brow. "Morning," he responded coldly, facing the mirror again. He continued to fix is hair, paying no further attention to Grell, who was now frowning slightly.
"Hung-over, Will?"
"You wish."
Grell pouted and walked into the bathroom, stood still right next to William.
"Please dress yourself, Sutcliff," he muttered before filling one of the small glasses on the lavatory with water and drinking it leisurely. The redhead's frown grew deeper. "No," he said before pushing against the side of William's hips with his own, causing William to almost choke and spit out the water. "Honestly, dress yourself and get to work, we're already late!" He was obviously huffy. Grell couldn't help grinning. After all, he loved it when William was being all cold and mean to him. He hopped back to the bed, gathered his clothes and put them on, then joined William in the bathroom once again.
"Can I have your comb, please?" He asked, batting his lashes.
"If you're careful, yes," Will responded and handed the other his comb.
Quicker than usually Grell took care of his hair and put the comb back in William's pocket. He put on his heels and walked to the door.

William couldn't even remember going to this hotel, so he had no clue how to get back to the dispatch. Were they even close to it? He turned to Grell and sighed quietly. He didn't want to walk all the way with... That thing. That would be a horrible torture. Just the clicking sound of Grell's heels annoyed him and alongside that horrible, now also hoarse voice... He couldn't stand it, so he was pretty sure he had been drugged and very drunk the night before. That had to be it, there was no other way it could have happened.

[I hope you enjoyed this, there will be more sooner or later. Whenever I feel like writing more~]