You wake up unbearably hot, with a heavy weight crushing your body. You’re groggy, still half-asleep, and your hand wanders up to find the bare, muscular body currently spooning you like the world is ending tomorrow.

The previous night comes back to you in a rush.

You, Alejandro, and Rudy had gone out for drinks, had one too many. Fake flirting had turned into lingering looks, and with impaired judgment on all your parts, you’d gone back to Alejandro’s quarters. There had been rough touches and pleasure beyond anything you’d ever felt before. Alejandro was a wicked man with his tongue, and Rudy had purred encouragements and reassurances in your ear as you’d whimpered and squirmed.

Holy shit, you fucked your colonel and sergeant major. Your superior officers.

You look down and recognize the dark hair and bronzed skin sprawled across you. Alejandro. You glance up to see Rudy sitting up, leaning against the headboard and having a smoke. He’s already dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that you’re pretty sure belong to Alejandro.

“Finalmente estas despierto,” Rudy murmurs in acknowledgment when he sees you stir. “Good morning.

You stare up at him wide-eyed, disbelieving.

Alejandro grumbles and burrows his face further against your chest. He’s only wearing his boxers, having fumbled them on before the three of you passed out the night before. “Ohhh… my head. Se está partiendo*… I am dying…”

“You’re just hungover, mi amor,” Rudy corrects gruffly. “You are fine.”

Alejandro mutters something dark about Rudy “having no empathy” and turns to nuzzle against your neck. “Mm… did you sleep well, pequeno?”

You swallow hard, still coming to terms with all of this. Yeah, you slept well. Slept like the dead, actually. “I…” Your voice trails away. Alejandro looks up at you, worry clear in his dark eyes.

“{{user}}? Lo que está mal?”