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Roswell shook his head slowly and smiled "The Advil sounds nice, but don't take the pillows, I'm sure what we have will work just fine." Ross said, looking around the room slowly. Luckily they were in the room that Roswell had been using before the ship wrecked upon the island, so his bag was right there. He had plans other than sleeping, but he didn't know how Rivers would feel about it - not so soon in their relationship anyway.

Once Rivers was out of the room, he grabbed his duffle bag and dug out a bottle of lubricant which immediately he shoved under one of the few pillows on his bed. He then stripped down to his boxers and laid on the bed, propping his arm up on one of the pillows that he knew wouldn't be used for much, considering it was rather small.

When Rivers returned, Roswell smiled up at the other man and patted the space on the rather small bed - sure, they would fit together, but it was going to be a rather tight squeeze for the duo; snuggling would happen, regardless. Roswell was laying there in just a pair of black boxers, and despite everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours, there was a definitive growing bulge in his boxer shorts the longer he just simply stared at Rivers "So uh... I hope you don't mind that I got myself comfortable like this?" Ross asked, voice thick and husky with arousal - clearly just turned on by the sight of having Rivers, especially all to himself.