What the fuck happened?!

Mark shuffled and groaned, his hair messy as ever. The blanket came up to just above his waist, his tannish skin showing, begging for kisses.

I sat up, slid my leg out, and quietly stood. I felt a draft and looked down. No boxers.

My face burned, and I searched the room quickly. My green plaid boxers, along with the rest of my clothes, laid next to the door where we undressed each other.

I shivered at the thought and memories came fluttering though my head. I felt myself grow hard again.

"Christ," I growled. Mark shifted in bed again and my heart sank.

I tip toed over toward the door; my eyes on Mark the entire time. I grabbed my clothes, and quietly shut the door behind me.

I head spun and I grabbed the wall for support.

"Fuck..." I mumbled. I caught chica at the end of the hallway out of the corner of my eye. Staring; judging.

My hand on the door, fist full of clothes, hungover as all hell, getting judged by a dog.

I sighed, "I know, I know." I shut the door and put my clothes back on.

My cock was rock hard. I slid my boxers on, and tried to conceal my erection in my jeans.

"Dammit.." I mumbled shuffling.

Suddenly, I heard a door close. My heart sank again and I froze.

"...uhh, fuck," I heard Mark stumble down the hallway; my hands frozen on my zipper.

The shuffling stopped at my door.

Then a knock.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, "Hey,...Sean, you up?"

Marks voice lept through the door opening. I turned to see the shadow peek under it.

I cleared my throat, "Yeah, uh, one sec." I stalled. I realized I had no shirt on.

I looked around for my shirt that was no where in sight. I'm taking to long. Fuck.

I gave up and walked to the door, my sweaty palm on the handle.

I opened it to reveal a disheveled Mark, dark hair falling into his face, arm resting on the door frame, my shirt in his hand.

I went cold. The look on his face was concerned, confused, and something else I couldn't make out.

He cleared his throat, "Is this yours? I honestly can't remember." He chuckled slightly handing it to me.

"Yeah," I nervously laughed, "where was it?"

He stepped back and pointed toward his room. "My room," he scratched his head.

He was wearing our cloak brand sweats. Light gray, I could make out the outline of his cock.

Nothing else. His chest was gorgeous, just like I remembered.

I shifted my eyes to the shirt. "Oh, thanks I was wondering where it ran off to." I glanced up to see him staring at my chest.

I slipped the shirt over my head to meet his gaze again.

"Breakfast? I have a major hangover.." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and walking down the hall.

I stared at his ass, the outline, the tautness...fuck.

I cleared my throat again. "I uh, I'm gonna take a shower really quick."

He threw me a thumbs up and I closed the door again. My hands were soaked with sweat. I took off the clothes I had just put on, and walked toward the bathroom attached to the guest room.

I caught my reflection in the mirror, I looked rough. My brown hair in such a mess. I caught the sight of something purple on my neck. I looked closed and ran a finger across it.

"Fuck me," I shivered. He gave me a hickey.

I started the shower and shed my boxers.

My cock was so hard, and all I could think about was Mark in our brand sweats, thinking about ripping them off him and...

I groaned and stepped in, squeezing some shampoo in my hand and jerking myself off.

I felt refreshed stepping out of the shower. I dried my hair, then wrapped the towel around me.

I stepped out of the bathroom to realize my bag wasn't in my room.

I threw my head back. Of course.

I creeped the door open, and stepped out, making my way into the living room.

I could hear an echo of Mark singing from the kitchen. His voice was actually amazing, I wanted to sing with him.

I spotted my bag next to the couch and tip toed over. I bent down to grab it and heard Marks singing stop. I turned my torso to meet his gaze, two coffees in hand.

"Oh," I stood, "I forgot my bag in here." He eyes my lower abdomen.

"Breakfast is done," he gestured over his shoulder toward the kitchen.

I smiled, "Awesome, I'll run and get dressed and then meet you."

He smiled and slightly nodded, before turning back toward the kitchen.

After dressing in my usual dark jeans, and our new cloak black vneck, I walked out of the room toward the kitchen running my hand through my hair.

I found Mark sitting at the island, coffee in one hand, chewing food, phone in the other hand. I haven't even seen my phone today, but I didn't care.

"Hey," I smiled. He had coffee, eggs, bacon and toast out for me. My heart fluttered a bit. He looked up and smiled.

"Finally,"

I laughed, "Yeah I think we over did it."

"Ahhh," he waved his hand. "When do we ever get to do that?" His smile was intoxicating.

I sat and shoveled food in my mouth. I didn't realize how good food was during a hangover. I could feel marks gaze burning into me.

I grabbed my coffee and took a sip, mmmmm, just the way I liked it.

"So, what do you say to a day out with the guys?" He smirked.

"What does that mean?" I laughed.

He winked and grabbed his plate and took it to the sink. I laughed and finished my food.

"One sec, I just gotta grab my phone."

I walked in the guest room to see my phone face down on my nightstand, one message stood out to me.

I think we need to tell everyone.