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It was very late in the morning, or very early in the day if you were that way, when Jason dragged himself back to his hotel room. He didn't bother to shower, he just pulled his clothes off and crawled onto his bed, rolling up into the blankets as he went. It was only when the rather cheap, scratchy blanket snagged against his still tender skin that he made a sound. Whimpering in pain, feeling like needles were being stabbed into his back, Jason swore to buy his own damn blankets later in the day.
Taking deep breaths, he managed to stay still long enough for his nerves to settle, relaxing slowly onto the bed. He could almost say that last night had been worth it, that he had actually gotten something out of the encounter. He couldn't lie to himself that well though. Because while he had gotten under the other man's skin (lie to yourself some more, Schuyler), all he had gotten in return was a new master, and an undeniable sense of fear that he was even more screwed now than ever before.
Taking deep breaths, he managed to stay still long enough for his nerves to settle, relaxing slowly onto the bed. He could almost say that last night had been worth it, that he had actually gotten something out of the encounter. He couldn't lie to himself that well though. Because while he had gotten under the other man's skin (lie to yourself some more, Schuyler), all he had gotten in return was a new master, and an undeniable sense of fear that he was even more screwed now than ever before.