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Despite the earlier tactic of placing as much of a grey zone between them, it should really not come as a surprise that Ryker’s still right at Scott’s side at the show of distress. A large Soldier is at the back door, nervous, unsure but those are overshadowed by concern.

“Are…are you hurt?” Saying the words look like they cause Ryker physical pain himself but a hand is held out towards his fellow RED. “I can help you to your room.”

“I’m.. fine.” Scott hauls himself up to his feet without taking the offered hand. “I’ll just.. go. Don’t wanna bug you any further.” He sighs, straightening up as much as he can and turning to the base door.

At least the radio is available for filling the silence between the two men and after a few miles, Ryker actually gets in the mindset of being in the car on his own. A form of meditation taking place and pushing the drunken activities out of his mind, focusing on the passing of the scenery.

He even starts humming quietly with one particular tune, finding it helping him to relax and get something else to the forefront of thought.

Scott remains silent, pretending to be dozing, but winces every time the car hits a bump in the road and a jolt is sent through his sensitive stomach. Something definitely hurt in there. Like his organs had been rearranged.

But hey, he deserved itt. At least, that was what he was telling himself now, and when they arrived at the base, he tries to get up to leave and immediately tumbles to the floor of the car.

“Fucking-”

When Ryker exits the bathroom, he’s fully dressed himself and hair still damp from splashing himself in the sink. There’s a tight smile given to Scott though the older man can’t seem to keep his gaze on the green eyes. It’s one of those moments where Ryker would have liked the ability to part ways with an awkward laugh and brief handshake. He was practiced at those.

“Do you want me to drive?”

“Yeah.” Scott didn’t meet his eye either, suddenly feeling really awful and ashamed. It was probably his fault. Everything always was. He slinks down to the car behind Ryker, tossing him the keys and lying down in the back seat instead of the front. It hurt a lot less to lie down.

He closed his eyes, as if that’d make it less awkward.

He winces, hidden.

Ryker tries to think of a way to apologize and deny it all in one go. But everything that comes to mind sounds harsh and callous, the Soldier having prided himself in not being the judgmental sort. Perhaps because he never expected to be in a situation like this.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” As if that was any smoother to say, the larger man rolled off from the bed, grabbing blindly for discarded pants on the floor as he half stumbles to the bathroom.

Avoidance seemed a good start.

Scott rolls his eyes and shrugs, reaching for his clothes as well, pulling his boxers back on and then his pants - every time he bent over, muscles in his back were letting him know that was a bad idea. He hoped the painkillers would kick in soon.

It had been a while since he had been with a man who was this closeted, so.. just in case Ryker decided to beat the shit out of him, he donned all his clothes and stood by the door, keys in hand, where he could run for it.

The Soldier continues to keep his face hidden in the fold of his arm, though his eyes are open in the muddled shadow, staring down at the bed sheets. “I’m not exactly sure I want to ask what happened.”

Ryker is steadily believing there weren’t any women involved. The lack of perfumes or lotions on the bed is a sinking feeling on that one.

“We fucked.” Scott answers, plain and simple, shakily sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing at his aching thighs. “That’s sure what my body is telling me. Ow.”

Ryker on the other hand, is feeling himself sober up in record time but his brain still is tripping on the wheel. It’s not as though he’s found himself with other men in a hotel room before. Let alone a teammate. Scott.

There’s a good moment of time that’s spent just opening and closing his mouth, trying to start expressing some thought that dies a half formed death upon his tongue. So instead, his face is immediately buried into the folded crook of his arms.

Maybe it was all just coincidence. Drunk people stripped down all the time. And possibly wrestle. Maybe there were women and they left.

Scott finds the painkillers he’s looking for, and downs them without any water, straightening back up and turning to Ryker with his jacket in hand, and completely naked. It takes him a moment to recognize the distress in the other’s features, and he raises a casual eyebrow.

“What?”

There’s a murmured issue of complaint from Ryker when he feels the loss of warmth, seeking to instead replace Scott with a pillow instead as he tucks it upon under his arm. It was a poor substitute but he felt it easy enough to be lured back into sleep…until he heard the thud upon on the floor.

Immediately eyes are open, the Solider rolling forward over the mess of blankets towards the source of the sound. “Hey, are you-”

Ryker’s voice stutters in his throat when the clear picture of Scott, naked and crumpled to the floor, reach into his hungover and sleep addled brain.

“…Okay?” He’s now distinctly aware of the feeling of cheap hotel sheets on bare skin.

“Yeah, I’m fine...” Scott doesn’t see much wrong with this situation, shakily getting to his feet with a groan. His whole body hurt, fuck. It was decorated in bruises where Ryker’s big fingers had gripped a little too hard.

“Fuck,” He swears under his breath, looking around on the floor for his jacket, where he knows he has a couple pain pills.

The light filtering into the open window is enough to make the large man stir, eyes squeezing shut against the unwanted brightness of the streetlamps from the parking lot. He’s also dimly aware that his mouth is dry and tongue heavy, these notions secondary to the feeling of a warm body tucked against his chest, wrapping close by his own arm.

Ryker doesn’t attempt to recall why this person is here. It may have been a few years since he was reckless and took someone ‘home’ but he wasn’t a complete stranger to it. And if they wanted to stay, well, the Soldier isn’t going to complain about the company.

Instead, his arm curls a little tighter around the waist and tucking his face against the waves of hair, hiding out from any more nuances that try to rouse him from sleep.

Scott, a much lighter sleeper and much more substance tolerant, had drifted in and out of sleep all night - luckily, no nightmares, but once the light from outside hits his eyes, he knows that that’s it for attempts to sleep.

Opening his eyes blearily, he has to expend some effort to gently push the big arm aside so he can slide away from the larger man and to the edge of the bed. He wants a glass of water, maybe a pain pill.

But the moment he tries to stand up, jolting pain courses through his leg and he falls gracelessly out of bed.

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The sudden emptiness left him aching with want, desperate to get off bu having to live with his curse of taking a longer time to do so thanks to the compounding effects of too many drugs. He could say a few nice things about Ryker’s stamina too.

He smirks as their eyes meet, eyebrow raising in a cocky manner as he climbs off the other man’s lap, positioning himself on all fours with his ass sticking up in the air, inviting Ryker towards the well-stretched entrance.

“Don’t hold back,” He groans, glancing over his shoulder. “Fuck me till I lose it.”

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