The first thing Tyler notices is that he aches in places he never has before.
No, that's a lie.
The first thing Tyler notices is that he has to get to the toilet, now, because his stomach is rolling and he really doesn't want to be that musician who's found in bed covered in his own vomit.
Once he's done and sipping a cup of water, he notices that he feels strangely sated, accompanied by soreness. Specifically, soreness in his ass. He frowns.
What did he even do last night?
Tyler checks the time. It's almost ten, which is strange because Josh usually clambers into his bed around eight, subsequently waking Tyler up.
Tyler starts to stand to go find his friend, but all the muscles in his legs and ass scream oh, no you don't! He quickly sinks back onto the cool, tiled floor, wincing when his ass hits the ground.
After a moment of hesitation, Tyler slides his shorts and boxers down. There isn't any blood, but there's quite a bit of semen that makes Tyler stop short. What did he do?
More like who did you? a cynical little voice in Tyler's head nags, which he ignores.
Tyler shoves the soiled boxers into the trash can near him. He's starting to feel a little scared. He's slept with guys before, sure, but he's never bottomed and he's always used a condom. And it's all the more unnerving that he can't remember a second of it.
He's fumbling for his phone before he knows it, fingers finding the contact and presses the "call" button.
"Josh?" Tyler murmurs before Josh can say anything. "Can you please help me?"
