Though he didn't want to admit it Red woke feeling quite comfortable and well rested for a change. The soft covers pulled over his head, hiding him from the sun and a slightly heavy weight around his waist.
It took the Russian a moment to fully wake up and recall exactly who was in the bed with him and their wounderful night well spent. It felt nice not to wake alone for a change or curled up in his lab.
It was a shame he would have to leave soon yet now that the bugs had been planted he really had no more reason to stay beside pleasure. And as tempting as that way, Red couldn't afford to stay for long. He had business to attend to after all.
He was just about to pretend waking, when Red felt the arm carefully lift from his waist in a slow gesture that showed the American was awake and trying not to wake Red. He could hear the other carefully leave the bed and began to gather clothes as quietly as he could.
Seems the American had the same idea as him.
Buck was mentally cursing as he gathered his clothes as quietly as possible so not to wake his partner from the night before. It had been quite a memorable night and he had personally enjoyed it but he knew their would be hell to pay if anyone discovered he had skipped out on his job to sleep with the red head man from the bar.
Dressing as quietly as he could, the crimson eyed man hopped on the spot as he pulled his pants up, almost tripping a time or two as the sleeves caught onto his heel. Thankfully he managed to slip them off without falling before noticing his boxer half hidden under the bed. Not wasting any time he swiped them up and stuffed them into his jacket pocket before looking around for his shirt.
A soft groan left the older man as he recalled giving it to the Russian sometime during the night. There was no way he would be able to get it back now without waking the other and that was something Buck had no intention of doing.
His crimson eyes danced around the room before spotting a dark red dress shirt thrown hazardly onto the dresser. There where a few buttons missing from where he had been to impatient to wait for the other to undress the night before but the majority of them where still there. Now there only laid one question:
Would it fit?
It had been slightly bigger then necessary on the younger's lithe figure but there was no guarantee it would fit him. Deciding to risk it, Buck took the shirt from the drawler and carefully slid it on. It was a bit tight but not uncomfortable so. If anything the shirt seemed to bring out his muscles with every move he made, reminding him a lot of the old army shirt he wore on the weekends. Only his Army shirts weren't made of silk.
Slipping on his jacket the American grabbed his shoes, choosing to slip them on once he was outside of the room.
He didn't want to risk being here when the younger woke. Heaven only knew how most of his partners clung to the hope of a relationship when he was only interested for the night. If he was gone before the younger woke, the man would hopefully understand the silent clue.
Nodding to himself, Buck slipped from the room, softly shutting the door behind him and paying the maid to only clean it up after noon. By then the younger should be gone. If not...
Well Buck did try to give him time.
The moment the door had shut, Red had sat up in the bed allowing the covers to pool at his waist.
A quick glance around the room showed all of Rockgut's clothes- and Red's shirt- to be gone. Red just brushed off the fact the man had taken off with one of his business shirts, he had plenty more at home; in favor of climbing out of the bed, gathering his own clothes and heading for the shower.
Once ensuring the water was at the right temperature, Red wasted no time is discarding the American's shirt in favor of slipping under the steam. A soft sigh left the Russian as icy water bared down on him.