Would he?The Harry he knew was aggressively, almost performatively heterosexual, despite his comfort with Jase’s orientation and his willing participation in their often flirtatious banter. His body felt impossibly heavy, each limb weighed down as though gravity had chosen to single him out for particular punishment. Gay sex He could remember the bar, the drinks flowing with increasing abundance, the teasing banter that had characterized the early part of their evening. Fast. Had they…? This is my first full length story, so I hope you enjoy it! His stomach lurched violently—not just from the alcohol still circulating in his system, but from the creeping realization that he had absolutely no idea where he was.Heart suddenly pounding with an anxiety that cut through the hungover haze, he spun around, the motion causing the room to tilt alarmingly. After all, if anyone had made a drunken mistake last night, it was far more likely to have been him than Harry “Women Throw Themselves At Me Daily” Schett.With that uncomfortable but steadying thought, Jase carefully navigated around the bed, giving Harry’s sleeping form a wide berth, and continued his quest for the bathroom—this time with the proper bearings and somewhat clearer purpose, if not any less anxiety about what revelations the day might bring.
