Okay, so, since Kit was bi, it was possible the turquoise lace bra he'd found under his cheek when he woke up belonged the the girl he'd brought home last night.
Except he looked over and found a blond guy using his toothbrush in the tiny yellow bathroom. A naked blond guy.
So no girl.
Did the bra belong to the guy? That'd be a first. Normally, Kit went for the muscle bear type. Not that he'd judge, but those guys rarely did anything feminine.
And the bra didn't look big enough to circle this guy's massive, furry chest.
Kit was never drinking again. Despite not having too much of a hangover, he couldn't remember some of the night before. Apparently, some significant, bra-wearing moments.
If he'd had his first threesome and couldn't remember it, he was going to be pissed.
"Morning, honey," rumbled a shiver-inducing voice. The blond stood framed in the doorway smirking at Kit. "You gonna get dressed up again?"
Well, that explained the bra. With a gulp, Kit sat up and left the lacy confusion on the bed a couple feet from his knee.
"Um, no. I, um... No."
"Shame. You looked sexy in 'em."
The guy came in, stooped for a second, and then dropped a matching pair of underwear beside the bra.
"Well, fuck," Kit muttered.
The blond chuckled as he sat down on the bed. "How much of last night do you remember?"
Kit felt a blush burning his face. "Not much. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I figured you wouldn't." He brushed the bangs off Kit's forehead. "You were already gone when I found you arguing with the salesgirl in Macy's."
While the gesture was sweet, the warm-fuzzies from it were devoured by the fact he'd been in a department store arguing with a clerk. Over lingerie? Kit groaned quietly and covered his eyes.
"I'm Gene, by the way. In case you don't remember that either." He sounded jovial enough about that possibility.
Kit looked up and smiled a little bit through increased blushing. "Thanks for being cool about all this, Gene."
"Maybe I should stick around a while. Explain in greater detail the night you had." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows as he swiped Kit's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
Kit bit that lip. "Um, did we—" He gestured back and forth between them like saying the word out loud was unthinkable.
"Nope. You passed out two seconds after your head hit the pillow." There was a tenderness in his smile now. "I'll admit I had two motivations for staying. One, I wanted to make sure you were okay. And two, I hoped I'd get the chance to try things again once you were awake."
Kit didn't think, he just leaned over and kissed Gene. He tasted like mint and smiled through the beginning of the kiss. Kit scooted closer and held onto Gene's thick shoulders.
"Please stay," Kit whispered against Gene's lips.
Gene's big, warm hands held onto Kit's slim hips and pulled him in to straddle a wide, muscular thigh. They kissed longer, deeper, until Gene pulled back some.
"Should I call you Kitty like you asked me to last night?"
Kit snorted and dropped his head to Gene's shoulder. "Only if I put the bra and panties back on."
With a wide grin, Gene reached for them. "Here, Kitty, Kitty..."
Missy Welsh writes gay, bi, and trans erotic m/m romance short stories, novellas, and novels.