Eivind let out a low growl but didn’t open his eyes. It was clear he wasn’t prepared to be awake yet and Stellan registered as someone who was supposed to be there, though attempting to be quiet. Sig woke slowly to the hands of him, whining softly and disentangling himself so that he could reach for his mate. His movements were sleep and appeasing, showering Stellan with attention so that he didn’t feel neglected.<br/><br/>“I did,” Sig told him. Miss him, that was.<br/><br/>They’d woken Eivind enough that he grumbled something, picked Blue up, and carried his groggy lover to his bed. There was the sound of curtains being closed violently before he seemed comfortable again. They’d earned a few more hours of sleep that day given how their night had progressed.<br/><br/>“The bachelor party was a success. I think Blue can go forward with this marriage without an ounce of regret and missed experience,” Sig told Stellan, laughing. He pulled himself against his mate, stretching, trying to release some of the tiredness in his muscles. “Eivind wasn’t too bothered by the strippers. Even got a lapdance later on, and as you can tell he was content to turn Blue loose.” Sig whined again, burying his face in Stellan’s neck and drowning out any sunlight peeking through.<br/><br/>“Get me off the floor,” Sig requested, having had about enough of that. The couch was more comfortable and he snuggled into Stellan’s side.<br/><br/>“How was your night? I hope that you missed me.” A little playful teasing despite the ache in his head. “When I’m awake a little more we should go pick up their truck for them.”