The Morning After

Author's Note: Thanks Gayle!

"Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin

The moment you come into view,

Chances are you think that I'm in love with you.

Just because my composure sort of slips

The moment that your lips meet mine,

Chances are you think my heart's your Valentine."

"In the magic of moonlight,

When I sigh, "Hold me close, dear,"

Chances are you believe the stars

That fill the skies are in my eyes."

"Guess you feel you'll always be

The one and only one for me

And, if you think you could,

Well, chances are your chances are awfully good"

"Morning Sleepyhead."

"What the fuck happened last night?"

"You mean after you took the Niquel and washed it down with a wine chaser?"

"Fuck!"

"That was one of things you did and you're still the master."

"Do I want to know the rest and are there any videos? Cause if I acted like a love sick lesbian, I think I'll take a permanent vacation."

"No. No videos, but I think it'll be a while before the neighbors forgive you. Oh, and you know that dog down on the second floor that your always complaining about?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he's hiding under the bed and he wont come out. You may have to contact your lawyer."

"Shit."

"You could say that."

"What else did I do?"

"Where to begin?"

"That long of a list?"

"Oh yeah."

"Just kill me now, put me out of my misery. Besides you, were there any other witnesses to my alleged un-top like behavior?"

"How do you know that you, um, weren't a total top last night?"

"Justin, I know it's been a while but I do recall what it feels like to be fucked into the mattress and apparently so does my ass. So unless you want me to kill you, I suggest you start talking. Wait! I need aspirin."

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"Okay, spill."

"Well, it started out as your typical Friday night. We were going to go to Babylon so you decided to take a nap."

"A nap! When the fuck do I take naps?"

"Exactly. I knew something wasn't right. You woke up about an hour later complaining of feeling stuffy, so you went to the bathroom, rummaged around in the medicine cabinet and took something. I found the empty bottle of Niquel in the trash."

"I don't think there was much in it. It was left over from when you had the flu."

"I remember. There was maybe one dose left but it must have tasted bad to you. You had this cute look of disgust on your face. The next thing I know, you're into the wine cabinet. I couldn't stop you."

"Go on, what happened then?"

"It was obvious that we weren't going out. You stripped, put on your favorite sexiest thong then turned the radio on, loud."

"What did I do next?"

"Do? What do you think? We danced. I mean really danced. Like ballroom stuff. You in your thong and me in my hoodie. We must have looked like a couple of lunatics. But you wouldn't stop. You kissed me, oh boy did you kiss me. Over and over, it was so romantic. Then all of a sudden you stopped. I thought you finally came to your senses or throw up, one or the other. But we stopped dancing and you ran into the bedroom and threw on some clothes and your sneakers. You ran back out grabbed your wallet and keys, then my hand and we ran out of the loft. You almost didn't lock it up, you were in such a hurry."

"Oh hell, I didn't go out and fuck a woman, did I?"

"No, worse."

"Two women?"

"Uh, uh. We ran down to the corner, to the news stand."

"Oh no, the one that sells the flowers?"

"Yup."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"Where are they?"

"In the kitchen, on the counter. Roses."

"Shoot me, please, just shoot me. Is that it?"

"Nope, it gets better."

"Oh god, not, I didn't say it did I?"

"Yep."

"Please tell me I said it here, in the loft, with the door closed and the music on loud."

"Nope."

"Oh bloody hell! Where?"

"Liberty Avenue, near the diner, before you gave me the flowers. By the way, how are your knees?"

"My knees?"

"Uh huh, I thought you may have scraped them on the pavement when you knelt down."

"I kneeled, oh my god! This can't be happening. I'm dreaming, right. You're just bullshitting me. This is all a sick joke."

"Sorry, no joke. You were on your knees, telling me you loved me and you gave me the flowers. Then you got up, picked me up, swung me around, kissed me again, then..."

"I asked you to fuck me, hard and all night long."

"Exactly."

"I think I need to go back to sleep. Sunshine, did I do anything else?"

"Before I answer that, would you answer a question for me?"

"Ask."

"I know that you wouldn't have done or said any of those things if you were sober and I don't hold you to any of the promises you may have said during the night. My question is, do you regret saying and doing those things."

"No, I don't. I may regret my unbridled display for all of Liberty to see, but no, I don't regret saying or doing any of it. My only regret is that it took cough medicine to get me to finally say the things I should have told you a long time ago. So what else did I do?"

"Let me preface this by saying that the rest was done in the privacy of the loft, no former tricks were traumatized. Before we went to bed, you asked me to always love you, stay your partner and never run off with a fiddler or artist or anyone. Then we went to bed and we made love. A lot. Sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and very gently. You can be a wonderfully bossy bottom when you want to be. Then we fell asleep."

"So how did I send that mutt running for cover?"

"Oh that was with the singing."

"Singing?"

"Didn't I mention that? Sorry, must have slipped my mind. On our way up the stairs we stopped along the way so you could serenade me. You got this song stuck in your head, you kept singing it over and over. I thought you sang it well but I guess the dog didn't appreciate it."

"What was the song?"

"I wasn't sure. I had to call Debbie cause it was an oldie but goodie. "Chances Are" by Johnny Mathis? I thought it was sweet."

"I don't do sweet."

"You did last night."

"Justin, I still feel a little dizzy. Can we go back to bed?"

"Sure. I promise to take care of you."

"I know you will and maybe later I'll be that bossy bottom for you again."

"Really? Why?"

"This time I want to remember it."

"Huh. What are the chances that Brian Kinney would ever want to bottom?"

"Sunshine, I think your chances are awfully good."

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