The bed was warm and comfortable and I didn't want to move. I felt like I might be sick if I tried and it took a minute of trying to adjust to the light and understand what had happened.

Evidently the whiskey had gotten to me more than I thought it would. I probably should have refused it but Martin was very convincing. As well as the blinding light there was a horrible coppery taste in my mouth and my muscles ached.

It was only when I managed to steady my head enough to sit up and stretch did I notice Ivo watching me from the doorway and I jumped slightly.

"Hey," I smiled cheekily at him and felt myself chill with the look he gave me. He had his arms folded across his chest as he leant casually against the doorway.

"Where were you last night," he asked quietly. His tone was the one he rarely used with me to convey that games were not to be played.

I adjusted myself on the bed to face him and had to reach out a hand to the mattress to stop the room from spinning. I could only imagine what my hair must have looked like because I could feel the front of it sticking to my forehead.

"I was talking to Martin at Uni," I replied sullenly. I resented the slight quirk of his eyebrow at my tone as if he were surprised I had dared.

He gave a soft huff and left, going into the bathroom and turning the shower on. When he came back and told me to get a shower I probably should have been pleased that he was trying to look after me but I just found it irritating at the notion that he was deciding and doing everything for me. It felt like he didn't trust me to take care of myself despite the fact that I am a grown man.

"You could have called me you know," he told me through clenched teeth as soon as I had gotten out of the shower and thrown on some clothes. The taste of toothpaste was certainly nicer than whiskey and cigarette smoke.

I moved past him in the hallway, saying nothing, and headed to get a glass of water. I had hoped he would take the hint but he followed me.

"I don't really see how talking to Martin about work meant you getting wasted," he growled at me and I set the glass down angrily.

"Why are you making such a big deal of this," I demanded and I could see him psychologically restrain himself.

"Because you never told me where you were going or how long you would be," he replied haughtily and stepped closer to me.

"I was worried," he said quietly, busying himself with the cupboards and making tea while avoiding my gaze.

"Mmm," I replied slowly, unsure of what to say.

"I was," he insisted in annoyance, thinking the sound I had made was one of doubt. He stepped towards me and kissed me softly on the lips, his hands either side of my face in a light grasp of my jawline. Perhaps it was out of habit and association but I felt myself calm in his touch and I let me eyes close.

He reached up again and kissed me harder this time, his hands moving down my shoulders, along my arms and rested on my hips. Closing my eyes had made me lose perspective of my surroundings and my head just felt dizzier. I hadn't realised that I had swayed until Ivo reached out to steady me.

"You okay?" He muttered as he nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Hungover," I replied with a laugh and felt him smile a little. I always knew how to work him.

"You up for hangover sex," he whispered, his grip on my hips tightening.

"Mm, I think I should go back to bed for a bit."

"That's what I was suggesting."

"Not like that," I replied, pulling away.

Even after all this time I still felt a little fearful in denying Ivo something he wanted. He was a bit unpredictable and the look he gave me made it clear that he wasn't happy.

"Come on Tim," he smiled as he kissed along my jaw.

"No Ivo," I tried to say in a lighthearted way as I stepped around him but he held onto me. Evidently it was a bad sign that I didn't trust him owing to the panic that crept into my mind.

"Ivo stop it," I sighed as he stepped things up a notch and licked at my ear. Admittedly it did feel pretty good.

"You're just so sexy," he growled and it sent a thrill through me.

He always tried to be so gentle now and to be sure to check everything with me before proceeding but I could see the old Ivo creeping through as he went straight to unzipping my jeans from behind.

"Tim," he sighed as he moved a hand into my boxers.

There was no point in fighting him.