Panic!

Luke awoke with a start. The first thing he asked himself was whether or not he experienced a dream. Taking in his surroundings, he could see that the ceiling was unfamiliar and he was lying under a sheet with someone's arm draped over him. He turned to his side and saw a bare muscular chest, Luke was so close he could bury his face in those pecs. Looking up, he confirmed that all these taut muscles belonged to none other then the handsome Miguel. Though his face looked so serene sleeping, Luke was filled with a deep sense of panic, embarrassment, and regret. What he just experienced, was not a dream. Luke peeked under the sheet he was laying under and verified that he was indeed naked lying next to another naked man. Luke's face flushed at this inescapable truth that he had allowed to happen. Turning his head to the other side, he noticed a digital alarm clock that indicated that several hours had gone by. Though it was still light out, they were in bed together for hours.

We did it again!? Two days in a row? What is the matter with me?! Luke gently raised Miguel's arm off his body and placed it next to the sleeping hunk so that he could quietly slip out of the bed. When Luke stood up, he felt the familiar sting in his hips and rear though it wasn't nearly as bad as yesterdays. He knew that standing naked in Miguel's room was going to get him into some kind of unforeseeable trouble so he immediately started looking around for his clothes. He didn't spot any of the clothes Miguel shed off him on the floor so he checked under the bed where he found his underwear. Luke pulled out the tighty-whiteys and quickly put them on. _Okay, now where's the rest of my clothes? _Thought Luke.

Luke tiptoed through Miguel's room looking for his jeans and shirt. He couldn't seem to find them anywhere. Miguel had only just moved in so he didn't have a lot of stuff yet. Luke searched the nightstand, the lamp in the corner, behind the full length mirror in the next corner, Miguel's dresser drawers, his closet, he even checked the bathroom but still no sign of his own clothes...Wait a minute! He gets the big room with his own bathroom!? While I have to roam all the way down the hall just to take a shower!? So unfair! Truth be told, Luke knew that it wasn't. Luke suspected that Miguel was paying a little more than the others in the share house just to have this room, which is why it has been so long since anyone lived in it. It had more space for conveniences but that also meant it cost more.

Luke walked out of Miguel's bathroom and did one more scan of the room in a last stitch effort to find his clothes. His attention went back to the full length mirror in the corner, the closest thing in the room Miguel had to a decoration. Checking his own reflection he frowned at how silly he looked in these snug tighty-whiteys. He leaned in closer to the mirror when saw something was up with his neck. Luke's face flushed as soon as he saw that the strange marks all over his neck and shoulders were bite marks and hickeys. Covering up his neck in embarrassment, Luke thought it best to try and leave now.

Luke was almost tempted to try and steal Miguel's clothes just to put something on but it wasn't in Luke to steal other people's clothes nor did he think anything Miguel wore would fit him. Luke then considered waking Miguel up and just asking were his belongings were but Luke didn't want to do that. Such a conversation would be very awkward after what they just did and given both their current state of dress he worried that talking to him would only lead to more sex. Luke shook his head to dismiss the perverted thoughts. He decided he was just going to risk leaving the room in just his underwear and hope no one spots him before he reaches his own room.