The last thing I remember, is Mickey yelling "C'mon Brian, we're going to be late" while pushing me inside a Limo. It's the weekend before Emmet and Drew's wedding and god knows why, we had to fly all the way here from Pittsburgh for a fucking bachelor party.
We went to our hotel and then at the Casinò where we started drinking and after that, it's just a fucking blur last night.
I try to open my eyes but my head hurts so I shut them again and then a smell of some fruity shampoo, hits me. And then I become aware of other things... like an arm wrapped around my waist and the tickle of hair under my nose and an head laying on my chest.
Why the fuck is a trick sleeping with me?
Ignoring the headache, I try once more to open my eyes and I see a blond head laying on my chest and a pale arm throwed on my stomach.
When the fuck did I met this guy??? I don't even remember taking him to my room.
"Ehi" I say, but the guy doesn't say anything.
"Ehi. Wake up!" I yell at him and he lifts up his head. Ok, he's fucking beautiful with the blond messy hair that fall back across his eyes and the red luscious lips, but why did I let him stay all night?
"Ehi. Do I know you?" he asks me with the voice husky from the sleep. And it runs directly to my dick.
I raise an eyebrow. "Since we're both naked in the bed, I'm going with the yes".
He looks around the room and then back at me. "Were you any good?".
I can't fucking believe this guy.
"I mean, I don't remember anything, so probably you weren't that great".
"And I don't remember you, but I'm not macking any assumptions".
"Whatever".
He stands up from the bed and stretches like a cat.
I have to say that he has a great bubble butt... I wish I could remember fucking him.
He's totally hot. Too bad that I don't do repeats.
"Are you going to stay all day naked in my room looking at the sight of the walls?".
"You're noisy. Did you know that? Just shut up and let me think".
"Look, kid...".
"I'm not a kid. I'm twentytwo, thanks".
"You look like a seventeen".
"That makes you a pervert. Do you know where I put my clothes last night?".
"I don't remember you, how can I remember your clothes?".
"I can't fucking believe that I pick up a guy like you. You're so not my type" he says shacking his head.
"And sure as hell I'm not into twinks and who said that you were the one doing the picking?".
"Fuck off".
"Would you go the fuck away? I don't even know why I left a fucking trick stay all night".
"If someone here is a fucking trick, then that would be you".
"Fuck off".
He smiles or more exactly an evil grin shows up on his face and then he bites his lower lip. I can totally see what I saw in him last night. He's fucking gorgeous. Not even mentioning the fact that he is in the middle of my hotel room totally naked in all his glory.
"Are you planning on go away anytime soon? Like, right now?".
"You're an asshole did you know that?" he says and then run a hand through his hair and I catch a glimpse of a ring on his ring finger.
"Are you married?".
"Uh?" he says looking into my eyes.
"Is this a particulary hard question?" I ask him smirking.
"Are you nuts? Why should I be married?" he says waving his left hand in the air as if to dismiss just the whole idea before stopping abruptly. "Why am I wearing a ring?".
"How should I know?".
I get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom hoping to come back to an empity room.
While I'm peeing and trying to remember about the night spent with the beautiful blond, I look down to my left hand. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!".