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As far as Hunter and Isaiah remembered, they had went to bed in separate rooms.
…They’d both known that staying overnight in an unknown place came with risks- that was why Isaiah had brought a gun with him, after all. Both men had informed their partners about the visit, for courtesy and safety’s sake. However, at the moment it seemed that their outing to a rumored shack in the mountains had become more of a permanent stay.
The night before, when Hunter had gone outside to piss, things were perfectly fine. No issues with the doors and windows, no labyrinthian and inescapable passages. But just about 7 hours later, every room seemed to lead back into itself, and there wasn’t a functioning exit to be found. Ramming the walls with the butt of Isaiah’s rifle had seemed to yield results- until the two men made their way through the new passage to find themselves somehow inside of Hunter’s closet.
And now, they were being moved around in their sleep. Delightful.
While Isaiah carefully rationed out breakfast, Hunter racked his brain for any more memories of the previous evening. He’d emptied his bladder, went back indoors, bid good night to Isaiah, and then apparently fallen asleep. The next morning, there he was, laying on the floor of the other man’s room. Isaiah had been just as bewildered as he was, asking fearfully why Hunter was back, and that had only caused more confusion. At the moment the two had put that topic aside, wanting to stay focused on escape and survival, but now Isaiah’s words were stuck in Hunter’s head.
“Hey man, uh…” Isaiah glanced up from the table. Hunter continued, “Can you let me know what you were talking about this morning? ‘Cause I still don’t remember jack shit."
The Southerner pursed his lips and didn’t meet Hunter’s eyes.
“I… don’t think you should hear it.”
“That’s just gonna make me want to know even more,” Hunter replied.
“It could have been a dream, is all. I don’t know if what happened last night actually happened, or if it’s some kinda… fake memory to sow distrust.” Isaiah began his task of sorting food anew, subtly trying to move on, but the other man didn’t let it go.
“But- I do trust you, so why won’t you… wait, where’s your ring…?”
Isaiah flinched for a split-second. He didn’t answer.
“Look, we’re both stuck here, tell me what happened already. Did I do something and just forget somehow?”
“I already said , I don’t think you should hear it.” Isaiah restated.
“Dude, I can’t apologize if I don’t even know what I did wrong. Just tell me, please?”
“Fine, you wanna know so bad? Your dick was in my mouth, Hunter. I was sucking your penis, and for some fucking reason I was…” Isaiah rubbed the bridge of his forehead. “Don’t ask about it again. We just need to forget what this… this place wants us to think about ourselves.”
The rest of breakfast was silent. Neither dared to speak again.
…Hunter was hiding an erection under the table.