1.14 Valentine’s Day massacre
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.
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.
“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.
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.