The bed sheet was lazily wrapped around his bare legs, providing only the smallest amount of comfort. Lex had deposited his dusty clothing onto the floor in a small contained pile and climbed into bed that night in only his boxer briefs. Sleeping in a strange place had never been much of a problem for Lex; he'd had to adjust during his travels to his various modeling jobs, inhabiting a string of hotels and night after night finding the serenity within himself to sleep in a new bed, new sheets, in a new room with foreign décor. This wasn't much different. In fact, it was better. Sleeping in a proper bed was a luxury nowadays, one Lex hadn't indulged in quite a long time. The moment his head hit the pillow he was swept away into unconsciousness, his body sinking like heavy stones into the mattress.<br/><br/>He had no way of gauging what time it was when he felt a warm body slide up behind him in the bed, suitable for one but less so for two grown men. A familiar hand ran up along his torso and settled at his throat, while another hidden beneath the sheet pulled at his boxers. A sleepy Lex grunted as Mason held him close, whispering warnings in his ear. “You pretend to be not the sort and look where you are, love,” Lex mumbled, grunting as Mason made his intentions clear and inserted a piece of himself into Lex's backside. The Englishman hissed through clenched teeth. “Couldn't even wait a single day, darling?” he teased, though a hint of malice laced his voice as he braced himself against the wall. He tried to keep quiet as Mason moved behind him, letting only the smallest of low groans escape his lips.<br/><br/>As quickly as Mason had arrived, he was pushing himself away, seemingly startled by sounds coming from the hallway. “What are you doing? I'm not even hard yet,” Lex whispered cheekily, a grin on his lips as he followed Mason's path with his eyes. The other man said nothing, only slipping from his bedroom, quiet as a shadow. Lex frowned. Mason wasn't one to abandon sex so easily. His curiosity got the better of him, so he followed Mason out of the room and down the hallway, adjusting his boxers as he went.<br/><br/>He stopped on the staircase when he caught sight of Forest, leaning out of the front doorway with his gun in hand.<i>Did he hear us? </i>Lex wondered. He wrapped his hands around the banister and nodded to their host when he turned, smiling softly when they made eye contact.<br/><br/>“We were already up,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Mason got lonely downstairs all by himself, y'see. I was keeping him company when you went bounding down the hallway like a startled gazelle. Though it's good to see you on your toes. That's important these days.” He paused, his impish tone subsiding as a more genuine one took its place<br/><br/>“You all right?” he asked, descending the rest of the steps and moving to Forest, reaching out with a soothing hand to touch the man's shoulder. “I'm sure it was nothing. No need to be so tense, yeah?”