Wallis slept like a rock. A man seemingly unconcerned about the end of the world. He stirred slowly when a body pressed in beside him but it didn’t take long for his mind to come up to speed. Lex was naked and hard, explaining the situation. He couldn’t help but laugh but he apologized for it, covering his mouth. At least it seemed like the boys disagreement was over, though Lex obviously didn’t appreciate the lack of reciprocation.<br/><br/>Wallis shimmied out of his boxers, the only thing he’d been wearing, and ran his hands over the outside of his hip. A bit of coaxing from Lex and Wallis was at attention, ready to participate. It didn’t bother him that Mason had obviously finished with Lex before he came to him unsatisfied. It hadn’t been the first time and Wallis didn’t feel Lex had anything to be ashamed of, while if it had been the other way around Mason would have thrown a fit.<br/><br/>So, that night Lex created a need and the other man saw to it the other went to bed halfway content. Wallis might have been thinking about the feminine appeal of a woman while he was fucking Lex but he at least treated him well. He didn’t have a problem taking some direction from the young man about what he liked either, nor did he seem allergic to another man’s cock despite not being gay. Once they were done with one another Wallis rolled back over and went back to bed, uncaring that Lex seemed as if he was going to stay.<br/><br/>Mason wasn’t happy to find he woke alone. Truthfully, he likely wouldn’t have been happy to find Lex wrapped sweetly around him either, so there was no pleasing the man regardless. He sat on the edge of the bed, remembering only so much from the night before. Only a bit of his and Lex’s spat, and briefly that he’d fucked him sometime later. Mason heard the door downstairs open and got up, intercepting who was coming up the stairs. It was Lex, dressed in clothing too large because he must not have worn anything when he slunk downstairs to Wallis.<br/><br/>“I see you made the rounds,” Mason said, “You off to see if Forest is feeling up to having you too?” He blocked his path for a few moments, staring, before moving his arm and continuing down the stairs. He had a headache and he wanted some of the cool water from the well. Too hungover to give Lex a hard time at full capacity.<br/><br/>In his bedroom, Forest was awake and leaning over his knees on the edge of his bed. Struggling to put his boots on. He couldn’t sleep anymore. He felt restless and sluggish both at the same time which had him frustrated. In a moment of sudden anger at what the sickness had rendered him to and what all it had taken away already, he tossed the boot. It hit the wall with a violent thud and sent a picture frame crashing from its nail on the wall, shattering.