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What Happens In Vegas (closed)
Chirp Chirp
Chirp Chirp
The song of the birds singing outside of the window stirred him rousing him from his deep slumber. He felt the sun on his head warm rays of light trying to entice him to get up and get moving and grumbled as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. He reached out one tan muscular arm poking out of the cream-colored duvet as his large hand began to slap the nightstand right next to the bed and searched for his phone.
Gradually the young man began to realize something was very wrong. The sheets which had felt luxurious in his sleep now felt wrong and foreign to his naked body. There were to clean and crisp to be his and the pillow case itself had a strong smell of bleach. The bed itself was wrong too, much to firm for his liking and distinctly NOT his bed.
The awareness that he was… not in his room caused the man’s tan shoulders to tighten up. He moved slowly, cautiously blinking away the lingering sleep from his stone-gray eyes as he pushed the blanket off of himself and took stock of the room around him. He sat on the bed his naked feet touching the faded red carpet. The room was small and simple a window behind the nightstand and a generic looking lamp, the rooms itself was white and a few pictures were put up of random flowers to give the room slightly more personality. There was a bathroom off to the side and a regular flat screen TV affixed above a beat up wooden dresser.
The young man felt a burst of relief go through his body as he realized what kind of room he was in.
“Only in a hotel room” He murmured raking his hand through his long black hair and using the leather thong on his arm to tie it into a small pony tail.
“Thank god”
He rose out of the bed the blanket falling down and revealing his naked body to the cool hotel room air. He was tall and muscular the body of someone who spent their day working and moving versus sitting in an office. There was a dangerous edge to him from his large muscular forearms to the tattoo’s that adorned his body. Tribal lettering ran down his arms and shoulder blades curling up to his shoulders were they finally stopped. Faded burn marks adorned his back and the curve of his hips. He rose and his ass flexed in response tightening up as he padded over to the window and curiously peeked outside.
“Well at least I’m still in Reno” Dominic murmured his eyes sweeping over the city.
He could see the infamous strip dead center to his window so close he could practically reach out and grab it. The hotel he was in was just outside of the area the sign promoting that it boasted “reasonable prices” and “within walking distance to all Vegas had to offer”.
“What did I get myself into this time” Dominic thought pressing his tan forehead against the cool glass and closing his eyes. He pushed through the drunken haze and fog of the hangover instead focusing on his memories of last night.
He and his friends got off work and went to celebrate… something he couldn’t quite remember. They went to one of the more popular clubs, one of the ones that sat just outside of the main strip. A friend of a friend knew a guy and so they were ushered in past the long line of hopefuls trying to get in. From there the night became a haze, a haze filled with drinks and dancing. A night filled with the memory and scent of some girl….
Some Girl
Dominic stiffened understanding dawning on his face as he realized he hadn’t come here alone. As if on que he heard the whisp of a bed sheet moving and turned. His eyes wide and nervous swept over the bed before landing on the rumpled bedsheets that hid his sleeping partner from view. He froze like a deer in the headlights his mind furiously kicking into overdrive as he tried to figure out the mystery girl who he spent the night with. The urge to turn tail and run was there but he didn’t for a second contemplate it. It wasn’t his style to cut and run like that.
“Uh hey” He finally said clearing his throat and stepping forward “I’m not sure we exchanged names but uh I’m Dominic”
“That was some crazy night huh?” He said nervously rambling as he waited for the figure to speak “I mean at least from what I can remember of it”
He winced realizing how wrong that sounded.
“Not that its forgettable its just… Christ this isn’t going so well” He said chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck “Maybe I should go try and get that coffee I see on the counter working huh?”
Chirp Chirp
Chirp Chirp
The song of the birds singing outside of the window stirred him rousing him from his deep slumber. He felt the sun on his head warm rays of light trying to entice him to get up and get moving and grumbled as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. He reached out one tan muscular arm poking out of the cream-colored duvet as his large hand began to slap the nightstand right next to the bed and searched for his phone.
Gradually the young man began to realize something was very wrong. The sheets which had felt luxurious in his sleep now felt wrong and foreign to his naked body. There were to clean and crisp to be his and the pillow case itself had a strong smell of bleach. The bed itself was wrong too, much to firm for his liking and distinctly NOT his bed.
The awareness that he was… not in his room caused the man’s tan shoulders to tighten up. He moved slowly, cautiously blinking away the lingering sleep from his stone-gray eyes as he pushed the blanket off of himself and took stock of the room around him. He sat on the bed his naked feet touching the faded red carpet. The room was small and simple a window behind the nightstand and a generic looking lamp, the rooms itself was white and a few pictures were put up of random flowers to give the room slightly more personality. There was a bathroom off to the side and a regular flat screen TV affixed above a beat up wooden dresser.
The young man felt a burst of relief go through his body as he realized what kind of room he was in.
“Only in a hotel room” He murmured raking his hand through his long black hair and using the leather thong on his arm to tie it into a small pony tail.
“Thank god”
He rose out of the bed the blanket falling down and revealing his naked body to the cool hotel room air. He was tall and muscular the body of someone who spent their day working and moving versus sitting in an office. There was a dangerous edge to him from his large muscular forearms to the tattoo’s that adorned his body. Tribal lettering ran down his arms and shoulder blades curling up to his shoulders were they finally stopped. Faded burn marks adorned his back and the curve of his hips. He rose and his ass flexed in response tightening up as he padded over to the window and curiously peeked outside.
“Well at least I’m still in Reno” Dominic murmured his eyes sweeping over the city.
He could see the infamous strip dead center to his window so close he could practically reach out and grab it. The hotel he was in was just outside of the area the sign promoting that it boasted “reasonable prices” and “within walking distance to all Vegas had to offer”.
“What did I get myself into this time” Dominic thought pressing his tan forehead against the cool glass and closing his eyes. He pushed through the drunken haze and fog of the hangover instead focusing on his memories of last night.
He and his friends got off work and went to celebrate… something he couldn’t quite remember. They went to one of the more popular clubs, one of the ones that sat just outside of the main strip. A friend of a friend knew a guy and so they were ushered in past the long line of hopefuls trying to get in. From there the night became a haze, a haze filled with drinks and dancing. A night filled with the memory and scent of some girl….
Some Girl
Dominic stiffened understanding dawning on his face as he realized he hadn’t come here alone. As if on que he heard the whisp of a bed sheet moving and turned. His eyes wide and nervous swept over the bed before landing on the rumpled bedsheets that hid his sleeping partner from view. He froze like a deer in the headlights his mind furiously kicking into overdrive as he tried to figure out the mystery girl who he spent the night with. The urge to turn tail and run was there but he didn’t for a second contemplate it. It wasn’t his style to cut and run like that.
“Uh hey” He finally said clearing his throat and stepping forward “I’m not sure we exchanged names but uh I’m Dominic”
“That was some crazy night huh?” He said nervously rambling as he waited for the figure to speak “I mean at least from what I can remember of it”
He winced realizing how wrong that sounded.
“Not that its forgettable its just… Christ this isn’t going so well” He said chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck “Maybe I should go try and get that coffee I see on the counter working huh?”
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