“I remember the cab,” he said after a moment’s consideration. Collapsing face-first onto the mattress, passing out almost immediately with the sudden unconsciousness of the thoroughly intoxicated.Jase. Gay sex Harry had been conscious and aware during moments Jase had assumed were safely hidden behind the veil of mutual intoxication.Jase knew he should brush it off, should maintain his denial, should retreat to safer conversational ground. Please follow him on Instagram (@byronrosekelly)!The Morning After, RevisitedJase stood frozen to the spot, Harry’s words hanging in the air between them like a physical presence, a weight neither of them quite knew how to carry. There was something in Harry’s careful phrasing, in the deliberate vagueness of “bits,” that suggested selective disclosure rather than complete honesty. Sleep claiming him mid-exploration, his last conscious memory the feeling of warm, solid muscle beneath his palm.Jase’s entire body tensed as these recollections cascaded through his mind, each more potentially mortifying than the last. The denim strained across his glutes like it was holding back a force of nature, the waistband of his turquoise boxers peeking out above the belt line in a flash of color that seemed designed to draw the eye.
