General RP Stripping for the Credit Union and SLC (Crow)

Ciaran hums softly and clo0se his eyes, falling asleep quickly.

The next morning, Ciaran wake before Gavin, stretching and yawning, though his head was pounding majorly. What the fuck. . . how much had he had to drink last night? He rolls slightly and nuzzles into the pillow, but it didn';t smell like him. He jerks back, "Fuck--!" He tumbles off the bed with his jerky movement, and sits on the floor, blinking as he looks around. Gavin's room.
 
Ciaran stares at Gavin, his chest rising faster as panic slowly loomed over the usually composed Irishman. "What happened last night, Gav?" He steps back, pressing a hand into his lower back and wincing with the step.

"What did I do?" A heavy mix of fear and self loathing filled him at the thought of what he could have done.
 
Ciaran stares at Gavin, his free hand coming up to fist the collar of his own rumpled shirt, gasping in a breath as he struggles to even his breathing. He wouldn't, would he? Had he? His lower back and ass ached with an unfamiliar feeling and his jaw was sore now that he thought about it.

He hadn't. . . He couldn't have. He shakes his head, "Fuck." He mutters, rubbing his eyes. "Fuck." He repeats.

"Don't say anything." He snaps, turning and stomping from the room, or well. . . Limping. He goes to his own room, head pounding with his hangover and panic.
 
Ciaran wasn't mad. Not really. He sank onto his bed, yanking open the drawer to his nightstand to find some painkillers. He could guess what happened, but he didn't want to remember. He wasn't mad it was Gavin, he was mad he lost control. He hated himself for letting it slip.

He swallows the pills dry, knowing it would take longer to work, but also no caring. Maybe the pain in his head would distract the hate and anger towards himself. He could only imagine how Gav felt. He curls onto his side, pressing his face into his pillow.
 

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