Kyle had managed to catch some sleep, when the continuous moans and groans woke him up. He tried to focus his eyes since all he could see were some blurry shades and forms as he looked around him; his senses still waking up.
But a couple of seconds later, all the dizziness he felt washed away. It was Allen.
He threw off the blanket covering him, and walked towards him.
Allen fixed his eyes on Kyle, and with a strangled voice, he spoke. "Sorry. I woke you up."
Allen's voice was husky, deep, as he had quite some time without talking. At first, Kyle did not say a word back. He curled his hands into balls, and pursed his lips.
"You scared the shit out of me, Al." He said in a whisper. "What were you thinking?"
Allen laughed. "What kind of question is that? You don't have to be a genius to know." He moved his body a little, trying to get comfortable.
