Out of the several annoying problems associated with going through puberty a second time, what Syryn hated most were the random mornings he woke up sporting tented pants.
From the minimal amount of light getting through the curtains, he couldn't tell how late in the morning it was. Syryn sat up on his end of the bed and remembered he had a guest sleeping with him. Turning to look at Sebastian had been a mistake.
Stripped of the clothing that had seen a sweaty bar that night, Sebastian's upper body was gloriously exposed to a wretched teenager. Mercifully, a blanket covered his lower body. He hadn't guessed wrong about the beautiful musculature that the mage possessed.
Syryn turned away with a sigh. It was hard being a teenager again. The alchemist knew his boner wouldn't be going away without him doing something about it so he slunk off for a bath and some time alone with himself.
