Tiêu đề 3. Warmth, sunny days, temperature between 68° and 86°F. ✅

A cheese bacon sandwich with pickles. Orange juice. Those two things sounded insanely good, and with that thought Sean woke up. He could tell he was hungover, but unlike usual it did not feel bad. Waking up with a surprisingly clear head, he opened his eyes thinking he needed to get downstairs and chug some orange juice right away. He let out a satisfied groan and was just about to sit up when— “Awake?” He heard a voice that definitely should not have been here. No, it was more accurate to say it was a voice that could not possibly be here. “Holy shit, huh, Jesus!” Startled out of his mind, Sean blurted nonsense and jerked his upper body up. He moved so abruptly that Lane, who had just greeted him, flinched too and asked, flustered, “What the hell kind of reaction is that?” The deadpan in Lane’s voice helped Sean snap out of it. Incredibly, Lane really was right next to him. In the same bed, no less. You could say it is not that big a deal for friends to share a bed, that guys crash together on a couch all the time so why act so shocked, but. Lane had never been able to sleep if someone was next to him, ever since they were kids. Back in elementary school when they used to nap together sometimes, if Sean fell asleep beside him, Lane would quietly move away. As they got older, the whole scenario disappeared entirely. Lane did not drink or go to parties either, so there was never that cliché drunk, pass-out-together situation. Drunk... That word flashed through his head, and Sean finally started to recall last night in a hazy blur. He had been drinking with the guys, then at some point he had knocked out, and when he opened his eyes again Lane had been carrying him on his back. Then... he had said that insane line about hating Lane being with Dion.


Sirens blared red in his head as Sean flailed a hand back and grabbed his own ass. His fingers met the rough texture of denim, and he let out his first little sigh of relief. He finally registered that he was still fully dressed. He exhaled, then just in case, squeezed the muscles of his butt as hard as he could and relaxed them. Thankfully, there was no pain there either. Ha. Thank God. Dodged the absolute worst case. Even if something had happened, there’s no way I’d be the one getting fucked. If anyone had the right to be doing the fucking in an accident like that, it was obviously the alpha male, Sean Delight. Having calmed down a little, Sean pushed the comforter down and peeked out with just his eyes. Lane was nowhere in sight. What the... Was that earlier just some hallucination cooked up by my own horny subconscious? A chill crept up his spine as he scanned the room; then he heard a sound from the dressing room connected to the bedroom. “Lane?” He called softly, and from inside he heard thump, thump, footsteps heading his way. Lane came out of the dressing room almost at a trot, a robe thrown on, and stopped at the doorway as he snapped, “What kind of trashy thoughts jumped into your head the second you woke up?” He yanked the belt of his robe tight as he said it, looking genuinely rattled. Watching him wrap it like he wanted to cover every inch of skin, Sean could not help it and burst out laughing. Lane seemed seriously upset, but to Sean, the way he was acting just looked cute. He couldn’t help himself. “Sorry. You were naked, so I got the wrong idea. You’re at least a little responsible for that.” But Lane still looked shaken as he glared at Sean with prim, offended eyes. “Thinking that just because I’m undressed is what’s actually indecent. I have no idea how often situations like this must happen to you for your brain to jump to that conclusion first.”