The pale morning light slides over Stensland’s face, seeping in behind his eyelids and drawing him closer to consciousness.
He blinks slowly, trying to figure out where he is. There is a head on his shoulder and warm breath against his neck. His field of vision is obscured by a mass of dark hair, soft and silky, and Stensland buries his nose in it, basking in the softness and warmth around him. At least he has woken up somewhere nice.
Memory seems to have escaped him for the time being, but, thankfully, so has the hangover, and Stensland lies back to enjoy the warm pressure of the arm that is slung across his belly. It takes a few moments before the details start to register: the soft tickle at his neck that can only be facial hair, the broad palm that lies on his stomach, and, most of all, the hot and heavy press of an erection against his thigh.
Oh, Stensland thinks. He’s in bed with a man.
“Where You Lead” by @moonwalkingcrab is a gift that keeps on giving ♫
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