The Prince's Narc

Chapter 2

Sighing deeply, Luke came awake. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. This wasn't his room. His room was much bigger than this. The longer he looked at it though, he knew where he was.

He flopped back on his pillow and rubbed his face. The last thing he remembered was he was at his club with his friends drinking and having a good time. Somewhere between now and then, he'd come here.

Something struck him, and he lifted the duvet to take body inventory. His skin was clear and he was wearing underwear. It was a clear sign there hadn't been any hanky panky while he'd been drunk and foggy. That made him even more relieved.

Luke sat up too fast, and his head swam. He closed his eyes and waited for the nausea to subside. He didn't have a migraine he was used to having after a night of binging. He must have taken something to curb the after effects ahead of time. Only one person knew his drinking habits and how to plan for it.

With the urge to vomit gone, he got up and slowly shuffled to the closet. He grabbed a dark pair of sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt. He changed underwear and dressed before going to the bathroom to use it and brush his teeth.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror as he lazily ran the toothbrush over his teeth. He was paler than usual, but that typically happened when he drank too much. He always turned a pallid shade when he was nauseated. It would disappear when he either ate or his stomach settled down.

He swished water in his mouth then spit it out into the sink. Wiping his lips, he cast one last look before he headed downstairs.

Warm smells wafted up as he descended the wooden, creaky stairs. He was amazed he hadn't woken the other man up long before the shower. Coffee beckoned him, but the eggs were repulsive as his stomach turned violently. He wasn't a big fan of eggs to begin with and even less so when his stomach was unsettled.

He rounded the island and reached for a clear coffee cup with an 'L' etched in white. For him to have a monogrammed cup meant he spent plenty of time here. He really did. When he wasn't super busy, Luke was here. It was his second home, and he liked it much better than his real home most of the time.

He heard the low timber of a voice, and Luke went to investigate. He walked through the living room into the front room that had been converted into an office. A modest mahogany desk took up half the side wall and overlooked the front lawn. The top was clean with everything in its place.

Luke leaned against the bookcase and watched the man speaking softly into his phone. Compared to Luke's straight black hair, a mop of amber curls framed an angular face. Bronzed skin gleamed with health as rays of sun hit and lit up his side. His green-grey eyes shown with the early morning rays, giving them more of a grey tone. His squared jaw moved slowly as he spoke.

Fondness bubbled up in Luke's chest. This man was his favorite person in the world. He always was ready for whatever Luke brought him even if it woke him up in the middle of the night which it usually did. Like last night, he'd just gotten up and made sure he was okay before putting him to bed. He was sleepy and pissed, but he'd done it anyway.

Luke crossed the room and stood behind the chair. He put his mug on the table and ran his hands along the other man's shoulders, kneading his fingers into the thick muscles.

"I won't be in until tonight. Yeah, I'm covering for Alexander on midnights. His wife just had their baby. Yeah, yeah, Borden. Yeah, I got it. I'm not a rookie, and I'm pretty sure I've been doing this longer than you." Luke laughed when he rolled his eyes. "Alright, Borden. I've got to go. Yeah, whatever."