Jon blinked in the morning sunlight. He rolled and stretched out his back and arms. Ass was bruised and sore but it was something he'd gotten use too.

It had been a late night at the bar after the perfect concert. Lips locked in a fierce battle to the room. Clothes tearing and wild moans in perfect harmony.

Sighing he looked over and smiled at his bed companion. Familiar thick blonde curls and a Taz tattoo poking out from the blanket.

Jon kissed the soft flesh, hearing a soft moan escape and piercing blue eyes looking over at him.