Jakotsu sighed as he looked at the person lying next to him.

The sandy-haired man—Houjou, was it? He couldn't remember for sure—had been half drunk when Jakotsu had tried to clock out for his shift at the hotel. The banquet hall wasn't even his usual assignment, but the boss had asked him to start on the carpets in order to keep the sake from staining.

And there'd been a lot.

He'd thought the guy had been celebrating an engagement, but the cheering and 'congratulations' seemed to be more tongue-in-cheek, and Jakotsu had soon realized it was a divorce party.

The host had been cute, catching his eye more than once, but it was the way he'd hung off Jakotsu's shoulders at the end of the night that had him pausing. The man had practically dragged him up to his hotel room.

No one else seemed inclined to help their host, having had their fill of free booze and buffet, so it had been Jakotsu, a complete stranger, who'd half carried him down the hall and into his room. The same stranger who had tumbled into bed with him after the man's arms had locked around his neck, begging him to stay.

Sighing, and resigning himself to another awkward morning, Jakotsu poked the man in the forehead. "Time to face the music, sleepyhead."

The man groaned, rubbing his face as he arched off the bed. Jakotsu enjoyed the view, the blankets falling away from the man's body, showing off his sculpted chest, then reminded himself that overextending his stay would just make things worse.

Why did he always fall for the straight ones?

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. "I won't hold it against you if you deny everything, just don't start throwing punches when you—" Black eyes widened when the man's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Do you have to leave?" His sleepy voice rumbled against his back before he placed a kiss between Jakotsu's shoulder blades.

"Don't you want me to?" Jakotsu asked incredulously. All the others had, swearing up and down that it had been a mistake and they weren't actually into men, though their actions throughout the night always proved different.

And this one has been exceptionally passionate.

Jakotsu had thought it a shame that he'd wake up to a sea of regret, especially when the newly divorcee had curled against him in post-coital bliss.

His arms tightened around his waist, urging him back onto the bed. "Not if you don't want to. But I'd love to have breakfast with you. And know your real name."

Jakotsu raised an eyebrow, looking at him over his shoulder. "I told you my real name."

"That was the truth?" He pulled back, sandy hair sticking out at all ends, a flush on his cheeks. "Sorry, it sounded so exotic that I thought you'd made it up."

"Better than Houjou."

His flush deepened, and he rubbed the back of his head. "It's a family name."

"So I gathered." Jakotsu turned around, uncaring of his nudity, though Houjou's gaze travelled down to his hips, blushing even harder when he was caught staring. "I take it you're not going to kick me out? Claiming the entire night was a mistake?"

Houjou's head cocked to the side, confusion youthening his features, and Jakotsu began to wonder just how innocent the man was. "Why would I do that? I was the one who invited you here, wasn't I?"

"Didn't stop it from happening before," Jakotsu mumbled, then flashed the man a seductive grin, it only widening when the man licked his lips. "Do you actually want breakfast?"

Houjou shook his head, his hands already sliding up Jakotsu's chest. He smirked, throwing the burgundy blanket completely off the bed before pouncing.