Sucker love is heaven sent [Terry]

You pucker up our passion's spent

Ryan hated mornings. He rolled over in his bed, groggy, and noticed another body in it. His first thought was that it was Justin and he carefully shifted so as to not wake his not-boyfriend up. Justin worked hard all day and went to school, too. He deserved what little sleep he could get. It was then that he remembered what happened the night before and remembered who exactly was in his bed. Not Justin, but Terry, rather, a friend of Ryan's. More than  friend, but not the same as his not-boyfriend. Definitely not like Justin. Ryan kicked at him, trying to wake the other up and push him out of the bed. “Hey Boot, get up. You're in my bed.”

He didn't usually let his lovers sleep in his bed, Justin aside. He usually fucked them one and that was the end of it, but this was a little different. Terry was the first of Ryan's friends that he'd ever taken beyond friendship. The first guy he'd slept with more than once. That made him special, in some regard, but it didn't really mean that Ryan felt anything more from him than friendship. He just liked that Terry was a sure thing. He liked knowing that he could get the guy into bed almost any night, if he really wanted. He wasn't really what he wanted, but Terry would suffice.

Especially because what Ryan wanted most of all was a distraction. Things had started to get heavy with his adorable blonde friend-with-benefits. He had started wanting Justin around for more than sex. He wanted him around to snuggle in front of the television. He wanted him around for dinner, and not just because he cooked. He wanted him around all of the time, and worst of all, he still liked him. Justin made his heart race the same way it had when they were in school. He still had a crush. This time, though, the crush wasn't unrequited.

Ryan couldn't live with that, though. He didn't do relationships. He didn't commit to anyone. He just didn't. He still claimed to Jane that he wasn't gay, even though he exclusively had sex with men now and she totally knew what he and Justin did, despite everything he did to stop her from knowing. Even Kelly knew, despite it all.

So, Ryan had invite over Terry instead. They drank, they made out, they did more than that and they ended up asleep in Ryan's bed. It felt empty. This morning he felt sick from the alcohol, and sick from the other's presence. He didn't like Terry much on a good day, but waking up next to him after weeks of waking up next to Justin made him a little queasy in general. He got out of bed and pulled some pants on.

“Get yourself presentable before going into the living room, Boot. My little sister's here for the summer and I promise she does not want to see your little shrimpy package.” He warned. He didn't bother putting on a shirt, but he did stop by the mirror and comb through his hair to make sure that it was looking fine before he lowered the silencing charms around the room and reached for the handle.

“Boot! Pants! Now!” Ryan reminded.

@Terry Boot

"Too loud, shut the fuck up..." The Auror whined, groggy, his black hair a mess. It was rare for Terry to sleep in, he was usually awake the first thing in the morning but after having a bit to drink and rougher day at work, combined with the warm body next to him, he just so happened to add few more hours of sleep despite his common routine. He wasn't really surprised by Ryan's way of waking him up and his behavior, especially since he had the tendency to snuggle up to the younger man every time they slept in bed together. Though Ryan could have been a bit more tender about it. On the other hand, Terry knew his gayness from bottom to the top, he didn't expect anything else from such a stubborn, moody and deep in closet guy. Ryan was pain in the ass, yes, sometimes a bit too literally, not that Terry could complain about it. He did wince as he shifted in the other's bed though, lower back sore. Terry noted Ryan was a bit more, demanding and rough overall yesterday, the former Ravenclaw couldn't help but wonder why. He wouldn't get an answer anyway...it was better to observe and pick up on it on his own. Telling Ryan to spit it out was an emergency call, when he felt like he needed to know.

"It's anything but little!" The Auror remarked with a smirk, still sprawled on the mattress, naked. He crawled out of the bed though, when he was free to look into the mirror too. He was sure it would be more than obvious for Kelly to put two and two together even without seeing those marks on his skin. He trailed his fingers over one on his neck with a little sigh, then fixed his messy locks a bit. He watched Ryan for a little bit in the mirror before he moved finally as the younger man barked out at him again to get dressed. He went to fetch his pants from the floor, not wanting to argue with the other.

"Make me a coffee, doll." Terry called to Ryan as he stretched his sore back a bit before picking up the cloth. He turned around to face the younger man, sliding his jeans on. "Please?" He added, padding to the belt that was lying basically on the other side of the room than his pants were.

Ryan was back at the mirror while he waited for Terry to get dressed. “Fuck you, man. You left marks all over my neck.” He went through healing each one individually. Hickeys felt great to get, but they were kinda tacky to wear around, unless they were on Justin's neck and then they were hot. He didn't think his little blond lover would appreciate seeing Terry's marks all over him, though. He took care to heal them. “Aren't you done getting dressed? I'm starving to death and I might pass out.” He exaggerated. Ryan was a drama queen sometimes, when it suited him.

He heard Terry's request and gave him a death glare. “No, doll, you can make your own coffee..” He softened a little at the please, though He knew he was going to make it for him, but the pet name was something else. Terry ought to know better than to call Ryan silly names. He wasn't sure if Kelly would be up yet, in the living room, or if she'd still be in her/Jane's room. Jane hadn't been in lately, so Ryan had basically let Kelly move in there. He figured Jane would share a bed with her if she needed to, and it would keep Kelly from sleeping on the futon and it would also give him a chance to sneak his lovers in the door at night. It was unlikely that she hadn't heard them drinking and talking the night before, but Ryan had cast a silencing charm on their bedroom. She didn't need to hear what happened after the drinking and talking.

He walked to the kitchen. His head was a drum, and the alcohol from the night before was pounding on it with a hammer. He had a potion for hangovers somewhere in there, but it tasted awful. Would be better mixed in some black coffee. Looked like Terry was getting it after-all. He put on the pot and rummaged around the fridge for something for breakfast. Eggs and bacon sounded nice. Maybe he could get away with some beans and toast as well. It wasn't a full English, but it would be good enough for the hungover men, and Kelly would probably wake up to the smell, anyway.

He put the pan on the stove and added some butter, heating it up. “Got a hangover potion in here if you need it. I need it.” He offered. He should have made Terry suffer, but he wouldn't. “Today's.... Saturday. So you're off, right, Boot?” He asked. He always referred to Terry by his surname, even after years of being friends and countless nights sharing a bed. Terry felt too friendly. He needed to keep the other at arm's length. Besides, he really did dislike the little asshole. He barely put up with him on a good day.

"You didn't complain, when I had my mouth on your neck," he opposed, smiling playfully. He watched, amused, at how was Ryan frustrated and focused on healing those hickeys on his skin the Auror left there. Terry on the other side didn't care at all about them. He was single and it was no one's business, if he went around with blue and purple neck, plus the bite mark that was on his shoulder. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Ryan, when he was turned back to him and at the same time also zipped his jeans.

"Don't worry, doll, I'll give you artificial respiration, mouth to mouth in case you wouldn't be able to make it." He winked and slid his belt into place. He went to fetch his shirt too altough he didn't put it on himself and finally decided to leave the room as Ryan wanted. He didn't resist the temptation and slapped the other's butt on the way. Humming quietly, he made his way to the kitchen and threw his shirt over a chair once he was there. He nodded, when Ryan mentioned the potion, watching the other as he searched through the fridge. He could feel the slight pulse in his head but he guessed he was in a bit better state than Ryan, considering he didn't have so much to drink as the younger man. "I'll take one, thanks." He answered, coming closer to the other. He ran his palm over his left shoulder, scratching his skin, where it felt itchy.

"Yeah I'm off today, I have a report I need to finish up but I'll probably leave it for tomorrow." He shrugged. "Or maybe for later." He added, running a hand through his black hair. He felt a little weird just standing there and watching the other fiddle with butter and pan, he was used to being more active in the morning. It was too late for running, altough would maybe go in the evening instead...once the sun sets down, this was a bit out of his routine no matter how much he liked to wake up in someone's company. "I'll help," Terry chimmed in, moving towards Ryan.