It's lucky that Stratos' first impulse, when he comes to, is to hold still and stifle his panic reflex. He's too hot and something's pressing on his chest, constricting his clothes. There's no room to move.

He pushes himself up onto his elbows, sucking in a breath. Then he looks down to either side of him, and it finally comes back to him where he was, what they were doing. So does the realization that it's fixed, they're back to normal and dear Stendarr he needs to get these clothes off.

To say nothing of the eyeful he's getting of what his brother sees in Jim.

Carefully he tries to peel Jim's arm off him and extract himself from the man-pile. If the gods are kind maybe he can get out and dressed before either of them stirs.