Asher woke up as the man next to him began to move. Where to hell was he and why did his brain hurt so bad. Things were still a bit fuzzy and he could tell that he really didn't want to open his eyes. The sun was already far to bright through his eyelids and he didn't even want tot think about what the sun would do to his poor head once they were open. Why to hell had he drank so much. Ben. That was right, the man next to him was Ben and this must be his apartment. Holy shit, this was Bens apartment! He remembered kissing the agent in the elevator and their attempted make out on the couch. Ben wasn't as straight as he had everyone convinced.
Rubbing a hand across his eyes he forced himself to open them and look at the man beside him. Man did Ben look like shit. He was pretty sure he must as well. He heard Ben mutter and rolled his eyes. That was a mistake. "That's exactly what I was thinking," he retorted dryly.