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Upon reaching his lover's office, Nathan peeked into the attached bedroom spotting the still sleeping manager. For his part, Charles was still in bed with the bedding wrapped around his shirtless body, though at some point during the day he had managed to reacquire his boxers.

Carefully the front man sat on the edge of the bed reaching out to softly rub his manager's back. "Head still hurting?" he whispered gently, knowing all to well the pain of a hangover.

Slowly two unfocused brown eyes opened and spotted the hulking figure. "It feels much better," the CFO murmured softly.

"Good," Nathan smiled softly with a gentle laugh, "Ready to roll outta bed?"

Drawing a slow deep breath, Charles finally sat up with a quiet laugh of his own, "Nathan, never let me drink that much again."

"I dunno," the singer replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "the after sex was good. Album's done."

Hearing this admission, the smaller man smirked, "I don't have to be drunk you kno-What? You guys finished without me?" Shock and surprise registered instantly that his boys could actually accomplish something on their own.

Instantly Nathan's grin grew all the larger at the idea that they didn't have to be drunk to enjoy such acts together. "Yea, we didn't wanna, uh, wake you up," he confessed.

"Thank you Nathan, I don't know what to say."

"The guys, uh, want today off," the singer replied with a slightly embarrassed look as he passed the smaller man his trademark red tie.

"That's fine," Charles nodded getting himself dressed.

"Did you ever eat?" Nathan inquired, glancing away respectfully while his manager dressed.

"I haven't."

"Come on," the larger man sighed, "we're getting food."

"Alright," the manager nodded again, "let's go."

A short trip later found the duo in the dinning hall where four pair of eyes glanced their way.

"Look who I found," Nathan chuckled just a bit.

"Schleeping beauty, or wasch he juscht avoiding usch?" Murderface questioned while shoveling another bite from the huge banquet into his mouth.

"Little hung over," the singer nodded, ripping a turkey leg off the carcass.

"Pffft light weight," the bassist mocked.

"Yes, yes," Charles sighed with a slightly annoyed tone as he loaded his own plate.

Sensing the agitation in his lover, Nathan quickly changed the subject. "So we, uh, got the day off. We should blow some sh-t up!"

"Hell yeah!" Pickles chimed in in agreement.

"Or goes to the club!" Toki grinned, a bit of gravy on his lips.

Shaking his head gently at how quickly the plans morphed and changed, Charles couldn't help a faint ghost of a smile. "Have fun," he encouraged before a thought struck him, "Ask Selene if she wants to go on the way out."

"Sche avoids usch all day!" Murderface sulked. Like the others he was beginning to think their new member thought she was better than the rest of them.

"Trust me," the CFO started calmly, "I'm sure she'd love to go."

With a resounded group sigh, the boys nodded slightly. "Oks, but she ams your lady friend!" Toki reminded him, much to Nathan's unnoticed agitation.

"Correction she is not my girlfriend," the manager shook his head.

"We sees you two making outs!" Skwisgaar argued.

"What you saw boys was far from making out," Charles countered, trying to correct them while at the same time soothing his lover's irritation at such accusations.

"Let's go guys!" William called leading the foursome out into the hall, leaving the growling front man and manager behind.

"Nathan?" the smaller man prodded.

"I'm gonna hit them," Nathan snarled.

"Don't do that," Charles smiled a little. "You need them."

Nathan's only response was to huff and wrap his arms protectively around the little treasure he'd found. This new protective side of his client caused the manager's smile to turn into a small smirk. "Not going with them?"

"Nah, tired of them already," the singer sighed softly, taking in his lover's scent.

"That was fast," said lover laughed softly.

"Rather be with you," Nathan murmured causing Charles to flush.

"Thank you Nathan," he whispered softly.

Slowly and shyly Nathan pressed his lips to Charles' in a gentle, smiling kiss which caused the smaller man to close his eyes and smile in the pure bliss of the moment as he returned said kiss as gently as it was given.

Unnoticed by either man, Toki stood frozen in the doorway staring at the shocking sight before him. Within moments Murderface came up behind his younger band mate grumbling, "Schend a boy to do a man's - what tha?!"

Startled out of their solitude, both Nathan and Charles whirled around to stare right back at the bassist and rhythm guitarist. "Uh, thought you guys were leaving," Nathan exclaimed in shock at being found out so soon.

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