Faelan stumbled in slight surprise when he entered the room and saw only one bed instead of two. He assumed the inn was out of doubles, but he figured that was okay since he and Harry were both too pissed to really care much about details. Neither of them were capable of going home, and they had gotten themselves into this situation, so they couldn't really afford to be picky.
Kicking his shoes off at the near side of the bed, he pulled off his jumper, then tugged his t-shirt free of his jeans and, after a few grasping tries, yanked it over his head. They both needed to sleep off their liquor, and he had too many flail-inducing dreams to sleep in his clothes and risk getting tangled up in them. It was much more comfortable naked, but with Harry sharing a bed, he wasn't so sure the other man would appreciate that. He was deciding to keep his boxers on when he turned, hands on his belt as he prepared to drop his trousers.
Harry was looking at him. The man's chest was heaving with labored breaths and his eyes roamed on their way up to meet Faelan's gaze.
Shockingly, Faelan felt a slow shiver move up his spine.
"What're you lookin' at?" he asked softly, his teasing intent getting lost somewhere between his thoughts and his tone of voice.