Chad's mind was fuzzier than usual when he awoke. Pale grey light was streaming through the window at the foot of the bed. His throat was sore, he had a headache, and he was in a strange bed, but he felt like he was safe at home. He blinked. He realized that he was still wearing his letterman jacket. Must've been some party last night. Luigi's? The pizza was disgusting, but the drinks were good, he sort of remembered. Why did he ache all over? Drunken wrestling? He lost or won? Why did his throat hurt? Was he coming down with something? Or maybe stomach acid, if he vomited a lot last night?
His mind was a jumble. It was mostly dominated by a vivid nightmare that he had spent weeks as Rick's Speedo. This was the first night he had slept in a real bed without Rick's dick inside him, he dreamt. Then most of the time he slept naked in a locker until Bruno kissed him. Damn, his morning wood came to life when he thought of Bruno. Weird?
He probably should get out of bed, and get dressed, but warm soft bed felt so inviting. Chad dozed back off.
Chad woke with a start.