[Opp Plot] For Mark
Prior woke up feeling like ass. Not that this was unusual, but he was particularly annoyed about it this morning. Also, he needed a beer.
He sat up and lifted one bare arm above his head, scratching an itch in his arm pit. Then he wrinkled his nose and smelled it. Eh. Not bad enough to require a shower.
He looked to the side and saw Mark laying there still asleep. "Gross," he muttered. "Hey!" He didn't really want to touch him (the guy was naked under there, for fuck's sake), so he picked up a paperback book from the night stand and poked Mark's shoulder with it. "Dude. Wake up and put some damn clothes on. Nobody wants to see your junk."
Speaking of junk... He reached underneath the sheets and scratched his balls.
He sat up and lifted one bare arm above his head, scratching an itch in his arm pit. Then he wrinkled his nose and smelled it. Eh. Not bad enough to require a shower.
He looked to the side and saw Mark laying there still asleep. "Gross," he muttered. "Hey!" He didn't really want to touch him (the guy was naked under there, for fuck's sake), so he picked up a paperback book from the night stand and poked Mark's shoulder with it. "Dude. Wake up and put some damn clothes on. Nobody wants to see your junk."
Speaking of junk... He reached underneath the sheets and scratched his balls.