Peter ended up taking a shower when he got home, something he needed very badly after Simon's teasings that night, but spent a long time getting to bed. His mind kept playing the night over and over, thinking about what he saw at the club, about Simon's protectiveness, the crack of hand against his backside, and the feeling of Simon's lips against his. What was he going to say to Simon in the morning? How did he make borders he felt safe in when Simon wanted to push them?

It haunted him until he passed out, and in a rare show, when Simon came, he was actually still asleep. So James answered the door with a yawn, John sprawled on the sofa in the living room behind him, and looked surprised to see Simon. "...Hey. Donuts are good but why are you here so early?" He still stepped aside to let their friend in, yawning into his hand. Neither looked like they were ready to go out just yet.