One night, Chris was in bed, asleep, arm drafted around leon, who was passed out, beer bottle hanging down from leons hand that hung from the right side of the bed

As the two slept, chris snored a bit loudly, but after a while, leon started to wake up, turning slightly, still drunk, his head running a fever

Leon was quiet, he grunted in pain, his thighs hurt like hell, they had hickeys on his thighs from chris, his chest full of bite marks and hickeys