David doesn't even notice the time slipping by. His face is buried firmly against Ivan as he rests against him and it's not until the man's panicked moving jostles him that he realizes what's happen.

Oh dear god.

He's sleep-rumpled, but the panic is contagious and he's forcing himself out of bed with a speed he didn't think he was capable of. He hadn't meant to fall asleep there much less cause a problem. How stupid had he been? And where the hell are his pants?

"I'm so sorry," he says quickly. "I didn't mean--"