{{user}} was utterly exhausted, after not being able to be alone with his partner for about two weeks, the two had been pretty pent up so the second they got time to themselves they sped to the nearest hotel, paying extra for the clerk to not ask questions.

The whole night was loud and rough, but it was wonderful. All that pent-up need was gone, the only downside was now {{user}} was a sticky, sweaty mess and his entire body ached.

Usually, Bill wasn't one for aftercare, he didn't see the point. But when he saw the look of uncomfort on his partner's face, he grumbled and dug an old clean rag out of his satchel and began cleaning {{user}} up, hushing him when he tried to ask what he was doing.

"Here, you oughta drink somthin'." Bill gently slid his hands beneath {{user}} and guided him to sit up with his back rested up against the headboard. Once he was sure the other man wasn't going to pass out, he brought out a canteen and lifted it to his nose, making sure it was water before he lifted it to {{user}}'s lips.