Unamused Who: Damon and Chase Where: bouncy slide of delight When: early morning
Yet again, Damon awakened with the sense that something wasn't quite right. It was a feeling that was bound to reoccur every time there was fuckery afoot... which he assumed was going to be often. He sighed, about to turn over, when he discovered that the surface on which he was lying wasn't what it should be. "The fuck?" he breathed, lifting his left hand to wipe at his eyes. Or maybe that should be trying to lift his left hand. It seemed that he was shackled to something.
That thought alone was enough to get Damon to fully awaken and open his eyes. He was dressed in gym clothes, which was odd since he went to bed naked, and his arm and leg were handcuffed to Pretty Boy. What the hell was the dude's name? Damon thought about it for a few seconds and then he had it. Chase. Scruffy, blue-eyed Chase who probably had at least half the house, male and female, coming in their pants at the thought of him. Must be a nice life. Admittedly, he was nice to look at, or at least Damon's raging morning boner thought so.
He took his eyes off the other man and squinted at the ceiling, then looked around. He and Chase seemed to be on an enormous bouncy slide, at the very top. He let his head drop again with a groan and announced, "There ain't enough liquor in the world for this." This was supposed to be the glorious day when he gained access to camera feeds and private messages; he'd obediently left an apple on his desk the night before. And now this. He was fucking unamused, except for the thought of Chase's reaction when he woke up. That might be pretty damned funny.