In the quiet of the morning, two twinks, both emo in style, share a bed. One, his eyes heavy with sleep and lust, has an idea. He climbs atop his friend, their erections pressing together. "How about a different kind of wake-up call?" he whispers. He opens the floodgates, his piss cascading down their bodies. His friend gasps, then moans, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. They grind against each other, their kisses deep and hungry, tasting the salty tang of their morning release. They're ready to turn the day into a wet, debauched adventure.