Rialto Cuore suite in Vegas, early Saturday morning

[demonbelthazor]

After a long night of Vegas fun, the last thing Bel wanted to hear early in the morning was an alarm clock to wake them up for breakfast. He blindly reached out and turned it off. No need to get out of bed yet. Instead he groggily rolled over and snuggled up to the warm body next to him.


[For futurebucs_star to start, hee, but roommates saltandammo and lovechildblair are welcome to jump in. So to speak. NFB due to distance.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Mph." Anders was dimly aware of the more awake parts of Bel, yes, but he was still mostly asleep and didn't think anything was amiss. Yet.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sleepily nuzzled his snugglee's neck, his hand splayed over Anders's stomach. His hand began to drift slowly lower.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And again, a sleeping Anders really didn't find anything wrong with any of this. He made a vague happy noise and tilted his head in the interests of more efficient nuzzling.

[demonbelthazor]

If his brain had been more awake, Bel might have realized something was verrrry wrong with what his wandering fingers encountered.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders certainly didn't realize anything was wrong. As far as his mostly non-functional brain was concerned this was all to the good, here.

[demonbelthazor]

Phoebe not having one of those might have started to penetrate Bel's foggy brain, but it had yet to reach his hands or parts of his body that might be poking against Anders's back.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

If it was, in fact, Anders's back getting poked here. It was about now that he started to halfway register that it had, in fact, been quite a while since he'd gotten morning snuggles (much less gropes), so why was he getting them now?

He wasn't awake enough yet to consider that this could be a bad thing, though. "Tryin' t'get jackpot?" he mumbled.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel froze. The voice was wrong. The scent was wrong. And the body part in his hand was definitely wrong. He didn't want to open his eyes, though, so he could continue believing this was just a dream. Right?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders, completely unaware of any of these thought processes, made a sound not at all unlike a whine. "Whatcha stop for?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel jerked away not dirty and sat up. "Dude, what are you doing in my bed?" he said. "Did we...?"

Okay, so maybe he had had a little too much to drink last night.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders's eyes snapped open, and he sat up, staring at Bel. "Your bed? This is my bed!" He glanced around, quickly, for any . . . telltale paraphernalia that didn't seem to be there. "I don't think we did."

Not that he sounded disappointed or anything.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You'd probably be a hell of a lot quieter if you did," Dean grumbled from the other bed. He wasn't really happy about being awake yet; Blair apparently hugged in his sleep and Dean had spent half of the night pushing him off him and back to his own side of the bed.

[demonbelthazor]

"So, yeah, uh, time to get up?" Bel said quickly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He was wearing pajama bottoms, but he grabbed a pillow and held it in front of him regardless. Some things pajamas just wouldn't hide.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Not that the pillow didn't actually just call attention to Bel's... problem. "I take it we're not going to have to worry about you using up the hot water this morning huh?" Dean asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he sat up, pushing Blair over to his side of the bed one last time.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders snickered, rolled over onto his back, and stretched. "Yeah, I could use a shower. You could probably use a cold one."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel glared and threw the pillow at Dean. Then he grabbed another from the bed and threw it at Anders. He got up and scooped some clothes out of his suitcase and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be a few minutes," he said at the door. He paused. "Not dirty!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had the pillow tucked under his head and was lying in bed smirking when Bel finished in the bathroom. "Was it?" he asked. "Not dirty, I mean?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel ignored him. "Next," he said.

Possibly not the best choice of words...

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

That earned him a huge mock pout. "Aw. I wasn't enough for you?"