The hell is going on? Tane's voice was heavy in his skull as he felt himself becoming aware. He wasn't waking up. Just suddenly aware of the fact he had been awake and existing for quite some time, it's just his brain hasn't been attached to his actions. That much was very obvious. He felt someone's face next to his as a body was doubled over his own. Then he felt something more. Awesome? I'm having sex but who...Tane closed his eyes, letting out a soft moan as the man rolled deep into him.
"Ah..fuck.." A familiar voice hissed into his ear. Even through the alcohol on both sides, he knew that voice anywhere. Mac. Tane glanced to the side, the mess of brunette hair brushing against his cheeks. Mac breathed against him, thrusting into the man rather sloppily. Considering the man had drunk enough to get here, Tane was impressed he was still conscious. He would have hated himself for letting this happen if he wasn't too busy enjoying it. He'd had an eye on Mac for a while; ever since he'd met both him and Zoe a year or so ago back in Fiji. He knew it was pointless from the start. It was very clear where Mac's sexuality was and how firmly it was grounded there. There was never any harm in catching a few looks at him out on the slopes. Mac was teaching him how to snowboard after all, it'd be rude to not pay attention. How he moved with the board, swaying his whole body with it...
"Ah!" Tane let out a soft noise as he started to cum. He moved his hand between them, trying to catch the splatter. Mac was pretty unaware he was having sex with a man, waking up with the evidence all over him would probably make him question. The Fijian chewed on his lip as Mac uncurled around him. He laid his thin hands over Tane's dark hips, holding him. Tane felt him finish, shivering slightly as he watched Mac above him. He looked drunk, about as drunk as Tane figured he had to be but he still had a careless beauty to him. Tane let out a breath as Mac pulled out, falling back against the bed. He let out a few deep breaths before the room was silent. The booze caught up with him. Tane let himself recover for a moment. He couldn't even remember how this happened or how long it had been. He felt guilty for a moment, wishing he could have at least had Mac at the top of his game. A drunk half-fuck only woke him up. Oh shit! Tane tried to get to his feet as fast as he could but failed. He was still drunk and only managed to fall off the bed. He grimaced as he hit the floor. "Ow." He moved to touch his head but stopped, remembering his hand. Clothes, dude. Find your clothes than get out! Totally can NOT be here when he wakes up. The functioning part of his brain urged him forward. Tane stumbled to his feet, wiping the contents of his palm across his abdomen. He reminded himself to shower later. Pants. Good start. Tane dragged his pants out from under the dresser. He pulled them on, glancing over at Mac who was still asleep. Tane shook his head, stopping himself from staring. Pants. Done. Hoodie! Tane glanced around, trying to find a glimmer of his tie-dye. Got it. He knocked aside Mac's pants before pulling his hoodie over his bare chest. He'd never been so happy that he didn't wear much. Shoes. The islander glanced under the bed, snatching one of his sneakers. One. He slipped it on, catching himself against the bed as he fell. The bed rippled. Tane held his breath, looking up as Mac only rolled over with a low groan. He closed his eyes with a silent 'thanks' to the universe. Mac's form distracted him once again. Pale in comparison to his own skin but smooth and muscular just the same. The line of his back moved gently with his breathing, rolling own into the low of his back before– "No." Tane hissed to himself. He carefully pulled one of the covers over Mac, smiling as the younger man readjusted to the warmth. Focus, Tane! Just find your other shoe man, than out! Tane shook his head and fumbled around. He found the sneaker under a knocked aside pillow and slipped it on. He allowed himself a moment to try and remember if he had anything else. Shirt! Right! He tossed aside an orange hoodie before snagging his undershirt. Done! Go! Get out! Leave! DUDE! His brain was furious but he couldn't leave just yet. Mac was passed out on the bed, his young face peaceful as he slept. Tane smiled cutely. He leaned forward and pecked a kiss against his brow. Finally his drunk body obeyed and left, closing the door as silently as he could.
