Meanwhile, back at Fred's house…
Damien and Fred lay tangled together on the king-sized bed, their bodies bare beneath the crumpled sheets. One of Damien's arms was draped possessively around Fred's waist, while Fred's fingers rested loosely against Damien's chest.
The faint morning sunlight slipped through a narrow opening in the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across their skin. The air smelled faintly of sweat, alcohol, and something far more intimate.
"Oh, fuck…" Fred murmured under his breath as he stirred.
A sharp ache ran through his body the moment he tried to move. Every muscle protested. It felt as though he had been beaten from head to toe.
Slowly, he forced his eyes open.
And then...
He almost collapsed back onto the bed from pure shock when he realized where he was.
In his bedroom with Damien laying beside him.
