It’s four o’clock at night when Kevin wakes up. At first, unable to move, because there’s something heavy on him. Panic hits him, because he has no idea where he is. Everything looks different and yet … there’s something familiar… It takes a few seconds of waking up before he realizes that he’s on his bed, his very own bed, but upside down. His head is where his feet ought to be. This is interesting. And he starts to smile as the memory of this 'something heavy' returns to him.
He didn’t drive home. He is drunk, way too drunk and Scotty helps him to the door of his loft. At the door he turns to leave Kevin alone, but Kevin stops him. He swallows hard.
“Why don’t you stay and ... come in…?” he asks. Scotty seems to have a good idea where this will go.
“Are you sure you want me to …. Come in…?” Scotty asks in return, gently biting his lip as if he hesitates. His voice is soft and low and seems to vibrate straight into Kevin’s groin.
The look he must have given Scotty must have answered his question, for Scotty follows him right into the apartment and Kevin only needs to close the door behind them and … he’s not sure who started it, but they are in each other’s arms, kissing like it was the last kiss they would ever have. It had been a short wrestle and he ended up underneath Scotty on the bed. They needed no words between them, they knew each other but too well, the alcohol had lowered all the barriers and Scotty gave Kevin a quick reminder that whatever issues they had, sex wasn’t one of them.
And now he is here with Scotty still close against him and it feels good, but weird.
“Scott? Scotty? Wake up, sweetie.” The tender words came back to him so easily. “We are on the wrong side of the bed. Pillows are over there.” Kevin gently says pointing in the direction.
“Don’t care.” Grunts Scotty, but he lifts up his head anyway. Kevin shifts on the bed until his head in on his pillow. Lying on his side, he can see Scotty is still sitting up, so Kevin opens his arms in invitation and with a little laughter Scotty nestles against him.
A smile sweeps across Kevin’s face. He kisses Scotty's hair. It tickles. Yet, it feels good to be so close to Scotty again. It is all so familiar. The little noise his makes as he crawls even closer to Kevin, the smell of his hair, the strength in the arm draped around him. Kevin enjoys the feeling so much, and he has no idea what tomorrow will bring, but suddenly he has hope on a new start. But before he can daydream even more, sleep reclaims him.