Sep 16, 2017
Lad Pile
Michael gives a groan as he passes the threshold into his bedroom, the sound of other footsteps following behind him. He meant to just change clothes, sure, but the sight of his bed is just too much. Collapsing onto his bed is the kicker- he can’t even roll himself over or care that his clothes still smell like sweat from the job they just ran.
“No, fuck it. You’re both staying the night.” Michael says, voice muffled by blankets. ‘I’m not driving anywhere else, you’re stuck. I’m down.”
