THE BOY IS MINE

Part 21: A REGRETFUL MORNING.

••THE FOLLOWING MORNING ••

Lowell yawns with a groan as he sits up straight on the bed and he rubs his eyes fully waking up as he yawns again stretching out his arms.
He looks around this unfamiliar bedroom that he is in and he rests his head back on the headboard with a groan.
He continues to wander his eyes around the space as he scans the room all at once trying to remember how he got there at the first place.

The person on the other end of the bed snuggles on the covers fully covered from head to toes and Lowell can't tell who it must be.
He grunts forcing his brain cells to work overtime trying to recall the previous night's events and what actually happened in this room.
He remembers arriving at the party, he remembers chilling with Jordan and the others and then the girls and-...

*Silence*

Lowell: Oh Shit!!!
He quickly removes the covers from the person next to him and he gasps in shock as his first glance meets with the red German hair cut and the familiar cross tattoo inked behind his ear.
Lowell: J-Jordan?
Lowell quickly peeks under the covers and he clenches his jaws, gritting his teeth realizing that they are both butt naked!?

Lowell: Fuck fuck fuck!!!

He jumps off the bed starting to freak out, he covers his face trying to make sense out of everything right now but his head is totally blank.
What the hell happened the previous night?
What in the fucking world happened because it is certain enough that something did happen because he can feel that his cock is sticky and it reeks of an ass, in fact he smells like sex himself. But it can't be Jordan right?
Because if it is then Lord he should die right now.
Lowell's thoughts get disturbed by Jordan as he groans patting the bed for a blanket to cover himself up again and he sighs rolling around the bed patting his legs.

Jordan: Arg it's so cold in here, where the hell is that damn blanket?
He huffs turning to face the other side of the bed squinting his eyes trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He snorts brushing his face to fully wake up and he finally looks at the end of the bed of which there stands Lowell butt naked and freaking out like his head is about to explode.
Jordan jumps up popping out his eyes and quickly covers himself.
Lowell folds his arms glaring down at him.

Jordan: Geez what the fucking hell man couldn't you at least cover yourself with something?
Lowell: This is the least of my worries right now, all that I want to know is if we-... You know... Did it last night?
Jordan: Yes we did it Lowell, don't you remember?
Lowell: What?...WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!!!
Jordan: No no not you and I moron... Ugh you don't remember anything do you?

Lowell huffs covering his face and then looks back down at Jordan.

Lowell: I was really wasted last night I hardly remember a thing that happened after we-... Wait, the girls... Anastasia and that girl what's her name again?
Jordan: Missy yeah we had some foursome thing going on last night, I think Angela was part of it too I am not sure.
Lowell huffs defeated and then shakes his head.
Lowell: This shit is messed up... Are you sure that you and I didn't do shit last night huh?
Jordan: What the hell Lowell, how can you even think of that?
Lowell: I am freaking out okay, I can't remember shit and I feel like I am losing my mind over here. Where the hell are those damn girls anyway?
Jordan: Probably downstairs I don't know... Just tone down the noise please.
Jordan huffs resting his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes still feeling drowsy.
Lowell: You know what, I am getting out of here I have heard and seen enough already.

Lowell gathers his clothes from the floor as quickly as he can not budging himself about Jordan.
Jordan: Can you please slow down? You are giving me a headache over here.
Lowell zips his pants and wears his shoes at the same time. Jordan huffs slowly getting out of the bed and he sways his butt walking around the room searching for his clothes as well.
Lowell grunts looking away as fast as he can as Jordan's penis is dangling side to side hitting his thighs as he walks towards him.