Belmont Inn

4

01:40 pm

A confining mass spanned the width of his chest, the hostile log indenturing his air supply. Ash groaned amidst his unconscious haze, swatting at the invasive weight reclining over him.

The inconsiderate mass swatted back. "Napping." Adam mewled wearily. "Don't disturb."

He booted his languid mate, and scowled at the ensuing form spewed across the matted floor adjacent to the bed. Adam unheedingly coiled, caressing the rug underneath him as he sighed sleepily and dozed back off.

Ash chafed his stubble with a mammoth palm that'd turned frigid as a duly yawn escaped the seal of his sore lips. As he sullenly regarded the weather's abuse to his form, his unfurled palm absently grazed his neck. He wavered as his vein convulsed, the echo of a touch instigating confounding heat.

He blinked. A lazy smile graced him as he leisurely reclined.

His repose was fleeting. The unforeseen damp veil of a used towel draped his face, the concealed proprietor sauntering across the room cheerily.

"'Morning princess." Sed chirped as he doffed the dank cloth. His inordinately merry hulking culprit stood at the foot of his bed, donning a flimsy vest and undone denim that invited pneumonia, his lengthy saturated tresses liberally draping his visage.

"Piss off." He dully grumbled. With an abstracted sigh, he contentedly reclined. "I was reminiscing a sweet little dream before you inserted your boorish presence into my periphery."

Sed sulked, forlorn. "Adam doesn't mind my presence."

"Adam's unconscious." He countered blithely, tossing the still misty towel at the dozing lump on the floor abutting the bed. As if evincing his delirious heedlessness, Adam clasped the cloth, wedging it amidst his embrace as he cocooned around it in his sleep.

Ensuing an exasperated exhale, Sed reconvened as he snatched a shirt. "Felt necessary to interrupt your sordid sequence. You were mewling in your sleep-"

Ash scowled, endorsing his pique with an inflated chest. "I don't mewl-"

"I mean fuck Ash. You made me blush. Get a grip." He chastised satirically.

He merely blinked, entirely void of remorse. "It was a good dream." He sustained in defense.

"Yeah, I think the entire lodge got that. What if she'd heard your drunk arse callin' on her name like a prayer. Be embarrassed, would you."

Ash sustained his confounded stare. Belatedly, memory persevered.

Sed regarded his befuddled state perceptively, a gradual smirk adorning his foul mouth. "You thought it was a random sex dream, didn't you." He stated more than asked.

"No." He insisted meekly.

"You forgot this morning, huh? Had that little sexpot in your lap, then you went and passed out alone like a sad fuck."

Adam contributed from the floor with a feeble, sleepy sigh.

Ash scowled at his complacent grin and jeering timbre, though his waning chagrin gave way to escalating intrigue. A lazy grin draped his sleepy visage. Perhaps he'd drop by the 'parently real, wretched cafe for a little pick-me-up.

Sed interjected his stupor with a roll of his eyes. "Wipe that look off your ugly mug. Lady ain't hopping into bed with ya. Poor girl doesn't tell you to sod off at first glance and you get comfortable projecting very explicit fantasies onto her."

His scowl recurred. Sed addressed him with a pointed look. "Very explicit." He enunciated with emphasis. "An English accent does not un-creepy make."