Nick slowly opened his eyes. His body hurt; his head throbbed from the one too many glasses of wine the night before. At least he had made it to the bed and gotten his clothes off. He closed his eyes and rolled over, expecting to wrap his arms around the small frame of his wife. Instead, he was met with hard muscle. Panic instantly hit him but Zak smiled in his sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of Nick's neck and chest.

Nick froze. He ran his hands down Zak's side and over his naked hip. Zak smiled into Nick's neck, placing a soft kiss at the base before rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He rolled his shoulders, arching his back, stretching himself out. Nick's head was foggy and throbbing but he found himself watching the movements of the lines and contours of his body.

Zak stood up, facing the bed as he bent down to grab his boxers. Nick reached out as the older man nearly toppled over. Quickly, Zak righted himself, laughing slightly at his own embarrassment, and made his way into the bathroom. Nick sat up in the bed. He saw his clothes that he didn't remember getting out of littering the floor haphazardly. Was that...? His shirt was flung on the chair in the corner and it looked to have a giant rip in it. He sighed, running his hands over his face. What the fuck happened last night?

Swinging his feet over the side of the bed, he rested his elbows on his knees. Down on the floor, between his feet was a used condom. Fantastic.

Zak walked out of the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed to put his pants on. "There's some Advil in the bathroom," he said quietly. "I'll bring you some water from the kitchen."

Nick grunted, still looking down at the condom. It was on his side. That would mean that he was the one... He fucked... Holy shit, he fucked Zak. "Did we have sex last night?" he asked bluntly.

He heard the bed squeak behind him as Zak stood up. "It would seem that way..."

"So I did fuck you," Nick said, turning to face him.

Zak nodded, looking down at his feet. "Yes, we had sex."

"Do you remember it?" Nick asked, trying to pull at the far reaches of his brain.

Zak sat back on the bed facing him. "I remember the bed, but there's a condom in the bathroom that I don't remember using."

Nick nodded. It was all he could do. He stood up, naked, and picked up the condom from the floor. "Are you ok?" he asked.

Zak smiled and nodded. "Yeah. My back kinda hurts, but I'm ok. Are you?"

"I'm hungover with a memory problem, but yeah, I guess."

Walking into the bathroom, he tossed the used condom in the trash, seeing the other spent condom already in there. He found the Advil and quickly took four of them with a full glass of water from the tap. He fucked Zak Bagans. Sitting down on the toilet lid, he tried hard to remember the events of the night before, but failed miserably. What would possess him to go home with Zak? Or anyone for that matter? He was a happily married man with a baby girl at home.

Zak was waiting for him when he walked out of the bathroom, glass of ice cold water in one hand and a Gatorade in the other. "You should at least drink the water," he said, holding it out to him.

Nick took it and gulped it down quickly before handing the empty glass back to Zak and grabbing his boxers and pants from the floor. Sliding the cotton over his legs, he looked sheepishly at Zak. "Do you have a tshirt I can borrow? We seem to have um..." he motioned towards his shirt flung across the chair in the corner. "We seem to have destroyed mine."

Zak smirked. "Yeah... I remember that...," he said, grabbing a random tshirt from his closet and tossing it to him.

"How did we do it?"

Zak blushed and looked down at his feet. "Do you really want to know?"

"Zak... no offense, but I don't really remember last night."

He sighed. "You screamed that you were 'the hulk' and threw me down on the bed and ripped your shirt off."

Nick blushed furiously. "Did not...," he said quietly.

Zak pointed at the ripped shirt. "Well I certainly didn't rip it off you."

Grabbing the Gatorade from Zak, Nick drank half of it. Surely this didn't happen. It was all some kind of huge joke and Aaron was going to come around the corner with a video camera. "Did I hurt you?"

Zak shook his head. "A little at first, but you slowed down... If we did it twice it seems that I enjoyed it at least somewhat."

"Twice," he whispered. "We had sex twice."

"You don't remember anything do you?"

Nick sighed again. "I remember meeting you at the bar. I remember drinking and getting drunk, but I don't remember coming back here. Or... or... you know. Ripping my shirt off and stuff."

Zak grabbed a tshirt, putting it on. "Maybe we should make breakfast and talk about what happened last night before you go home."

Nick nodded. "I think that's a great idea."