My Broadway career started tonight.
I heard a groan next to me in bed and froze. Turning my head, I found Luis and Grant sound asleep wrapped around each other.
A bleated laugh escaped me, and realized I had no idea how we’d all gotten here.
Oh. Tequila.
There was a cough from another room and I knew I needed to check out what damage was done. And if I could remember any of it.
I willed my dick to just settle down and grabbed the basketball shorts that were hanging on my bedpost. I was pretty sure they were mine. Crawling out of my king size bed, leaving Sleeping Beauty and Snow White sound asleep—Ihadto get a picture of that—I walked toward the door. I spotted someone on the couch in my room. It looked vaguely like Taylor. So that was almost all of us.
Heading down the hall, I peeked into my official guest room and found Maddox Jones, Rand Topaz, Fingers Holland, and Ora Vitecchi stuffed into the king bed there. Grig Petrovsky was on the couch.
Robot Servant was as sleep in my guest room.
Well.
I looked in the next door on the left, and it was empty, but I saw signs of Angela having used it. Particularly her crazy shirt from the night before.
In the next bedroom was definitely Marcus. He was wrapped around his man Chase on the pull out. On the bed were the twins. Noah on the left and Uriah on the right.
I had to walk out of that room before my hard on returned.
The last, fifth bedroom—even I had to admit that five bedrooms in New York City was extravagant, but useful for tequila nights—had the door only partly ajar. I peered in, wondering if anyone was in there.
Nelson Powers was easy to spot with his towhead reclining on the pillow, eyes closed and breathing rhythmic.
What was slightly more surprising was the masculine figure of Jace Macintire wrapped around him, also asleep.
Powers? Was gay?
A movement caught my eye, and I realized he was actually awake. He held a finger to his lips and politely motioned for me to close the door.
Oh, I could do that, and I did. I’d let them sort it out. I headed for my living room and found Hailey and Bryce wrapped around each other on the pull out in the sitting room.
Naked.
Oh, hello.
Chuckling, I headed for the kitchen where I found Angela scrambling a massive bowl of eggs and the whole room smelled like bacon and sausage.
“Did you crash here?” I asked yawning.
“I did, but I wasn’t nearly as wrecked at the rest of you,” she said. “I ran down to the store and decided to help you feed this mob. Two loaves of bread, three pounds of bacon, two dozen fat breakfast sausages and two dozen eggs, going in as baked. Three gallons of orange juice, one gallon of cranberry, the giant coffee carafe, and a bowl of various fruit, and some bagels.” She put her hands on her hips. “Enough?”
“I sure hope so. It is an army out there, and I think you did well.”
“Thanks.” She smiled. “I’m glad I know my way around your kitchen.”
Someone smacked their lips behind me, and I turned and found Hailey and Bryce, now sporting some clothes, walking into the kitchen. He wrapped his arm around her waist and dropped a big old wet kiss on her cheek.
“Fuck, dude, go find a toothbrush.” She laughed, pushing him away.
“Linen closet,” I called.
Hailey plunked down at the breakfast bar. “Thanks for donating your place, Austin. I’m impressed with all the space you have.”
“I actually bought it so everyone could crash if they had to.” I looked down the hall where I could see Bryce walk into the linen closet. “So, uh…”
