Stellan acquiesced to his mate's request without a second thought, pulling the small male up into his arms and carrying him over to the couch. He lay there with his naked lover tucked against him, caressing the small dip of Sig's back. "If that's the kinda bachelor party you through for your friends then I'm severely disappointed I missed out. Shockingly, a night chattin' up Yates' ol' lady can't beat whatever sexcapades you three got up to. And Eivind actually getting a lap dance?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Now<i>that </i>just doesn't sound believable at all."<br/><br/>A gentle hand reached up and brushed the golden strands from Sig's eyes, stiff with dried sweat. The air was even thicker in the camper than it had been outside, even with the cracked windows. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of sex and exertion still heavy on Sig's skin, hovering around him like the cloud of a lingering perfume. While a weaker wolf might have felt intimidated by the smell of another on his mate, Stellan could only find arousal at the thought of Sig engaging with another submissive male, two pretty creatures finding pleasure in one another's bodies. It amazed him Eivind would allow such a thing; but then, if anyone would ever be allowed close to Blue, it would be Sig.<br/><br/>"I missed you with every ounce of my body," Stellan replied, smiling softly. "Seeing you again makes me feel whole." Stellan reached behind him to pull the curtains, softer than Eivind had done but with just as much conviction. "We'll get the truck. But for now, a little more sleep."<br/><br/>The sound of hushed voices was a distant chorus, cracking through the barrier protecting Blue's severely hung over brain. "Uhhhh, fuck," he groaned, eyes fluttering as even with the curtains drawn, everything felt just too damn bright. They were in bed, though Blue couldn't remember how they got there. "Vin," he croaked, rolling over and wrapping himself around his partner's torso. His head was throbbing violently, each pulse eliciting a whiny moan from the young man. His knees ached, his ass was sore, and the offensive aroma coming from his body seemed to penetrate the thick bed sheets.<br/><br/>"Vin," he hissed, pressing his face into the crook of his mate's neck. "I feel like absolute, unrefined shit."