The next thing Nick knew, he was being carried on someone’s back. He opened his eyes and let it adjust to the darkness. He was in his room, on the back of someone whose shampoo smelled familiar. Still drunk, he took a big whiff of the top of Colin's head.
“You’re awake now? Did you just smell me?” Colin said as he struggled to keep the bigger man on his back while closing the door behind them.
“Mmm hmm.” Was all Nick replied.
“Do I at least smell nice?” Colin asked as a joke.
“Mmm hmm.” Nick felt himself slowly getting lowered on the bed. “Hey, rule number one! No touchy!” He blindly poked at Colin's chest, while one arm was still wrapped around the other man's neck.
Colin flinched and batted his hand away. “Stop poking, it tickles! Also, you’re the one clinging onto me right now. Loo
