#imaginary-muses

They normally woke around the same time, but today, Holden was up first.  The tattooed man was pretty unsurprised by that, though, given the evening they’d had.  He smiled fondly at his lover, gathering Tracy close and watching his boyfriend sleep.  It would never cease to amaze him that he’d managed to land someone as stunning as the man in his arms.  He smiled at Trace as the slighter man began to stir.  “Hey, Beautiful,” he murmured gently, “I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but I didn’t like the thought of you waking up alone.  How did you sleep?”

“Come on. Let’s do something fun. I’m so fucking bored.” Xander grinned at his friend, hoping to convince them to stop what they were doing. 

He was able to finish his work fairly quickly and decided to relax for a bit while he was still not expected to be there, putting on his music and starting to sing and dance around the room.  He allowed himself to get lost in the music, dancing and singing as Britney’s “...Baby One More Time” came on.

Wes: Oh...It's Wes, BTW.

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

Angel stared at his best friend for a bit, contemplating what he’d do for such a shitty bid.  Eventually, he decided to pick her up and stick her on B’s lap, wishing him luck.

As Carter’s reward for rescuing him (some plastic surgery-ridden socialite had bid $450 for him, disgustingly enough), Damon took his love out on a date to their favorite restaurant (without the brat) and then home to their apartment, where he proceeded to ravish the younger man against as many surfaces as they could manage, eventually collapsing to their bed from exhaustion.