Tag is just in case something somewhere offends since this does explore Diego's sexuality and mentions abuse he suffers. Mostly just lots of sex and language, maybe some light drugs.
They had left the club in an alcoholic haze, stumbling and laughing to a cab that carried them to the beach. They'd walked, probably talked (a bunch of slurred nonsense most likely), and then.... well they each got what they wanted. Several times. Their first round had been in the water, deep enough that anyone walking by wouldn't have been able to see their linked bodies. The second round had started on the beach. They'd come ashore, breathless and nude, and laid under the stars talking some more as they caught their breath. The last thing Diego remembered was sliding his hand down her body between her legs, her own hands finding him again and gripping him hard, leaving him breathless as desire swept them away again.
The first thing he noticed as he began to wake up was the smell. It was different than home, pleasant and clean, but different. He gingerly cracked open his eyes, memories of the night before flooding through his brain, until the light struck his sensitive eyes and his head gave an almighty throb. Grimacing, he quickly closed his eyes again, dragging the blanket over his face before he dared open his eyes again. It wasn't that it was bright in the room, but his hangover was of epic proportions. Groaning, he braced himself and stuck his head out of the blankets again and glanced to his side.
Who he saw was at first familiar- the long ginger tresses splayed over the shapely body that owned them and spilling across the pillows and blankets, hiding the face of his newest lover. As he let his eyes travel over her body, however, he noticed there were some rather disconcerting differences between what he was seeing and what he remembered. The woman he'd been with last night had possessed an amazing rack, soft and supple curves, and a vagina. The person next to him was muscular and flat chested and what lay across his upper thigh was certainly not a woman's pleasure palace.
His reaction was a bit delayed, his mind fuzzy, but once he connected the dots, he gave a startled hiss and tried to jump back. He ended up falling out of the bed with a fwump and an "Ooof!" in his haste, his feet not prepared to take his weight. Quickly pulling the sheet over his own naked form, he looked back up at the stirring form in the bed. "I uh.." He stopped and gripped his forehead as it began to pound, the sudden increase in his heartbeat about to split his head wide open. I must have gotten up at some point, come back to the wrong room. He thought, But where IS this room? How did we get here? He could ask these questions later, he had a more important concern at the moment. Diego looked back up at the man in the bed and gave a sheepish smile, "Sorry, where's Charmaine?"
