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A dry mouth woke Cullen from his sleep and he opened his sleep caked eyes slowly. He let out a groan and tried to roll over, but became aware of a heavy arm draped over him and a warm body pressed against his back. Who was in bed with him? Dorian? He was still mostly asleep and the events of last night hadn't come back yet. Then the brush of naked skin against him made his eyes snap open, and all the memories of last night flooded back. He had stayed with Samson last night. Fuck he stayed with Samson last night.
Cullen shoved the other man off him and sat up. Sam didn't wake up, just grumbled a complaint and rolled onto his back, still fast asleep. Cullen ran a hand through his tangled curls in frustration. Samson had texted him last night; at first it was just a casual 'what's up,' but then he started talking about how much he missed Cullen, how much he wanted to see him. Common sense told Cullen it was a bad idea, but did he listen? No. He never listened. Not when it came to Samson. So when Samson offered to meet him at the bar for a drink, Cullen obliged. Mainly because they'd be in public and there would be no chance of anything intimate happening. But of course, after a few drinks, Samson suggested Cullen stay at his place so he didn't have to drive back home; and, after much reluctance, Cullen said yes.
And here they were; naked and in bed together. That's how it has always been, though. Cullen tries his best to cut ties, but somehow ends up right back with him. They dated on and off, but lately it was just not talking for months at a time, meeting up, fucking for a few days, then going back to not talking. Cullen just couldn't seem to say no to the bastard. He reached for his phone that lay beside his bed and froze when he saw three missed calls and a text from Dorian, and that it was already 3:00 PM. Fuck, I was supposed to hang out with him today. Cullen thought and scratched the back of his head furiously. He opened the text; ' Guess you were too busy to hang out today, huh? Next time then? '
Cullen felt his heart sink and he tossed the phone onto the bed with a groan; how was he supposed to tell Dorian what happened? It was Dorian after all, he didn't think he'd let it slide without knowing what the deal was. It wasn't like they were dating , but it was serious enough that Dorian would be upset that Cullen skipped out on their date to fuck his druggie ex. Cullen groaned and rolled out of the bed, gathering up his scattered clothing and putting them on. He reached into his jean's pocket and pulled out his cigarettes; fucking empty. He glanced over to the bedside table and spotted Samson's pack of cigarettes. Samson would be pissed when he woke but. . . Well, he can just buy more, right? Cullen thought to himself and grabbed them, stuffing them into his pants pocket before walking out the door.