Gideon felt the dryness in his mouth before he felt the tell-all pounding in his head of a hangover. He groaned and kept his arm over his face, knowing that if he exposed his eyes to the light he would surely turn to dust.

"Only idiots get drunk." his father had warned him many years ago. For once Gideon wasn't rolling his eyes at his exaggerated wisdom.

But as he stretched to regain blood flow in his limbs, he discovered that both of his arms were by his side. Whose damn arm was covering his face then?!

Gideon ran a hand over the limb, ready to throw it off him and make a run for it, but calmed instantly when his fingers grazed the familiar leather watch his parents had gifted his boyfriend last Christmas.

Gideon slid the arm away from his face, bracing the punishing morning light, and turned to his boyfriend, the look of his peacefully sleeping face the perfect elixir for his morning hangover. Almost. He dared disturb him by reaching out and running a finger down his cheek. Roderick was so much paler than him. And thinner too, if the hazy memory of him kissing his way down his bony ribs last night was any indication.

Gideon smiled fondly at the memory, but hated that he had gotten so hammered that he couldn't remember the more pleasant details.

Gideon tapped Roderick's cheek until he blinked awake.

"Morning honey." Gideon winked, hoping the flirting would ease the foul mood Roderick was sure to have since he had to pick him up from the bar at 3 this morning.

Roderick rolled his eyes, amused but aggravated.

"Morning my drunken lord." he greeted as he pulled his arm away from Gideon's waist and propped himself up. "Have fun tearing the town apart last night?"

Gideon smiled sheepishly. "How bad?"

Roderick frowned. "You were a complete angel compared to Alice. I had to pull her you out of a stranger's car and beg her not to call the police."

"Yikes. Hope we're not banded from the bar."

Roderick rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Gid?"

"I know I know." Gideon agreed, trying to appease his boyfriend less a fight occur. He was too hungover for make-up sex right now. "To be fair, I did ask you to come with me. You're like, 60% of my impulse control."

"99%." Roderick muttered, turning over and swinging his legs over the bed.

Gideon reached out and took hold of his wrist, fingers dancing over the soft, leather watch strap.

"Don't get up. I am sorry Roderick. I really am."

Roderick paused for a moment before looking back at his boyfriend. It was hard to stay mad at him when his hair was mused and his brown eyes were so full of regret and love. Damn his beautiful boyfriend.

"If you want to make it up to me than get the coffee going."

Gideon grinned, satisfied that he had gotten off scot-free. However, he shot up too fast and felt his stomach turn.

Roderick sighed as his boyfriend made a mad dash for the bathroom.

"Or, I'll make the coffee and you cook dinner for week."

"Don't say dinner!" Gideon retched.

Roderick scoffed and walked to the closet to fetch his boyfriend a fresh set of clothes, wondering if all engaged couples went through these sorts of antics.