Canes and Gunshots

Fuzzy Memories

The Colonels POV

I opened my eyes from the light in my face. I looked up to see the curtains opened a crack and the sun blaring down on the bed.

A groan escaped my lips as I sat up and tried to recount the memories of last night, my head pounding from the hangover I had.

Hangover... right, the drinks with Damien.

Damien... Then the memories hit me like a truck coming to a complete halt and crashing into a wall.

I looked down and saw I was still in his bed from last night's... activities.

I slowly got up and winced, my ass in pain because of him, making me blush.

I slowly walked to the dresser and saw my clothes on the wooden surface, neatly folded and ready for me. Even my hat was properly placed on top of the tiny pile.

I went to grab the clothes and my balance sipped, causing me to fall to the ground, bracing for the impact.

But before I could feel the floor on my arm, a pair of arms grabbed me and held me close to their chest.

Surprised, I looked up and saw Damien grabbing me and holding me close with a worried face.

"Are you ok?" He scrambled, helping me to sit down on the bed again.

I nodded and looked him up and down. He was dressed in the suit he was wearing last night, his hair neatly slicked back and his face looked like it was shaved a little from yesterday, but he still had a stubble too.

I just blushed even more than I should have, his face close to mine.

"Let me help you dress. It's the least I can do." He remarked, grabbing the pile on the dresser, setting it next to me and slowly slid my boxers up my legs, past my thighs, and finally snug around my ass.

I just watched him as he helped me get my pants on, his fingers grazing my skin, my skin becoming flushed from the memories of last night when his fingers brushed my sensitive body.

"D-Damien.. you remember last night right?" I muttered, watching as he looked at me.

"Of course. I may have been drunk but I think I can remember having sex with my best friend." He smirked softly, putting my shirt on, his skillful hands buttoning every button carefully.

I looked down in slight embarrasment, his body closer than before. I figured it was probably a mistake and he probably regrets ever having me in bed. I tried to erase it from my mind, but it seemed to be more impossible than before.

"I-I'll finish dressing and then leave... it's probably for the best anyway.." I sighed, putting my suspenders on slowly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, gently grabbing my hand.

"I... You probably regret being with me.. I wouldn't blame you... We were drunk and it was a mistake.." I answered, rubbing the strap of my suspender.

He looked at me like I was crazy, his hand gently gripping mine with desperation. I looked up at him, my eyes full of sorrow.

He pulled me close and kissed me softly, cupping my cheeks with his soft, caring hands.

My eyes widened slightly as he kissed me, his lips soft and sweet, like honey or cream. I practically melted in it, my body easing into his and my eyes closing in the kiss.

He slowly parted from the kiss, his breath fanning my lips like a gentle, warm breeze.

A deep blush dusted my cheeks as I gripped his overcoat for balance, despite being on the bed.

"Col.. William. I didn't regret last night. I don't want to forget last night. I was hoping we could take a limo home together and perhaps talk about this. Please?" He asked softly, rubbing my arm and resting his forehead on mine.

My heart felt like it was gonna burst.

I nodded softly, his arms wrapping my coat around me. I slid my arms in the sleeves and butoned the coat up, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I'll talk to Benjamin after breakfast and we'll go back to my place to talk. Ok?" He asked, handing me my hat.

I nodded and put the hat on along with my glasses.

He helped me stand and walk out, my body a lot better as I let him know silently that I could walk on my own. My body felt so warm and excited.

What could go wrong today?