The morning after

Jordan woke with a headache from hell, his eyes and head pained, what the fuck happeend last night? Boa’s arm hung lifelessly over him. Fuck what had happend? He slid out of bed the pain shot through him like a bolt of lightning. ‘Fuck.’ He groaned, pulling his boxers on . Walking painfully out of the bedroom going into the bathroom to freshen up. Fuck he had marks all over him, what the fuck happened last night?

He went into the kitchen doing himself some water and grabbed the paracetamol taking it placing the glass down.

Boa wrapped his arms around him kissing his neck. ‘Good morning Jordan.’

‘Boa.’

‘Are you okay kid?’

‘I’m fine.’

‘Good.’ he said kissing his neck. ‘Mmh you taste good and you smell fucking amazing.’

Jordan stood froze, what the fuck was going on? ‘I’m surprised you're up so early after last night.’

‘I’m an early bird.’

‘We’ll have to change that.’ He said, continuing to kiss his neck. ‘Stop Boa.’