Hayden wakes up alone on his bed, arousal pooling low in his belly, his dream should be rated PG 21, good thing he was twenty-one.
He rolls over to his front, the blanket tangling around his body as he does this but tucking his knees under himself and sticking his rear in the air soothed the ache somewhat so he stays like this for a long while, uninterested in touching himself when his boyfriend is around to do it for him.
His phone rings and he blearily reaches out an arm to check it only to see that it's well past 9 am, he's already very late for work, not to mention that his friends are coming over.
Virgil had barely been able to spend a couple hours until his duties pulled him back to the Pack House and Hayden was definitely not pleased with this.
Said hours had been spent making out and bringing each other up to date with their lives…