Re: G/Brian
Now, this was something that he knew how to deal with, even more than G. He had plenty of practice about throwing your guts out in the streets, or house, or even clubs. He'd also learned how disgusting it was to clean up, and even half drunk and sick he knew what to do. G could help or hinder, he didn't care.
Brian pulled the blanket off and threw it on the floor before going on his knees and puking on the blanket. He stayed there until after his stomach was settled and then wiped his mouth with a clean corner. "You shouldn't hit someone with a hangover. Not many know how not to make a mess." He got up and stretched an arm. "Jeans? And don't worry, I'll be fine now, just some whiskey to rinse my mouth and then you can tell me why the fuck you dragged me out of bed at-" He looked at his watch. "Four forty-five in the fucking morning."
He grabbed the jeans and put them on, zippering them without worrying about the button. He grabbed the blanket so that nothing will spill. "We'll toss it in the garbage on the way to my room, and you really need to start talking, because I know you didn't wake me up to fuck, which is a shame. At least there'd be something useful."