david jolted awake, every muscle in his body on fire. he looked about him to take in his surroundings. he found himself in his own dressing room. bert lay quietly next to him on his sofa. flashes of memories hit him from last night. was that all a dream? he couldn't help but sigh.
he found himself fully dressed in his sleek suit, now wrinkled. someone outside sharply rapped on his door. he got up, ignoring the searing soreness in his body. he found simon outside his door impatiently tapping his sharp heeled boot. david attempted to pull off a grin but instead of a grin, a grimace. "where've you been?", simon rumbled, his words landing heavily, laced with anger. david apologised and promised to get ready in five minutes.
he paused, all anger leaving his face for a fleeting moment. david wasn't sure if it had even happened. once again, simon's face hardened. he pulled the door shut, leaving david alone.
david pov
i sighed, turning away from the door. i headed towards the mirror, avoiding eye contact with myself, instead focusing on my shoulder. i tugged impatiently at my tie. i began unbuttoning my shirt, gasping audibly as i stared at the angry red hickeys. i pressed my fingers to the many hickeys littering my neck, collarbone, and back. i quickly dressed and ran down the hallway to find simon. i pushed and shoved anyone in my way, ignoring all else. i halted in front of simon's door. i lifted my hand and poised my knuckles ready to knock. a moan drifted from the room.
i froze.
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sorry.
