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groaned.
“Touchy bastard,” Tony muttered still laughing to himself, “it’s not my fault that you can’t handle your alcohol, sunshine.”
Gareth nudged Hugh and whispered, “Hey, at least it took Tony’s mind off of the phantom.”
Hugh nodded and stretched, “Right. Time for beddy bye boo now I think.”
“Aye, we’ve got a big day tomorrow,” added Keenan.
Tony scanned the room at regular intervals making a mental note of where everyone was and what they were doing. Uwe was out of the bathroom now and undressing and everyone seemed preoccupied with preparing themselves for bed. Giles sauntered into the bathroom with his bag of toiletries. Tony quickly looked around the room again, then picked up his duvet and shook it out until it laid flat across the bed. He needed to stall for a few more minutes and he crouched down to the floor. After a few minutes Giles exited the bathroom and Gareth wandered in. Squatting Tony reached into his bag and fumbled about trying to buy himself a few precious seconds without arousing suspicion. Whilst his hands were in his bag they came across a magazine. He pulled it out of the bag, Max Power Motors , it read and he placed it on his bedside table. He reached in to his bag again, then out of the corner of his eye he saw Gareth wander out of the bathroom towards his bed. He quickly lifted his left foot and removed his shoe followed by his sock. He threw them onto the floor, he then repeated this for his right foot. Tony now stood bare foot but fully clothed from the ankles up waiting for the right moment. Across the room Gareth started to unbutton his shirt, this was it, this was the moment he was waiting for. Tony squeezed his fists and cracked his knuckles and took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt. Gareth had finished unbuttoning his shirt and started to remove it, around the room all attention turned to Gareth; even the pillow over Marc’s head appeared to move slightly and Tony seized his moment. Quick as a flash he whipped off his t-shirt and discarded it on the floor, next he hastily undid the button on his jeans and unzipped his flies; Gareth was now taking his jeans off too. Tony pulled his jeans down to his shins then he lifted his left leg to pull it out of the trouser leg, he then repeated action quickly for his right leg. This went unnoticed since all attention was fixed on Gareth as he disrobed. Tony’s jeans were around his ankles now and he stamped frantically trying to remove his feet from their denim shackles. He hoisted his left leg up which caused him to lose his balance and he fell backwards onto the floor with a bump. Everyone in the room turned to see what had caused the commotion and saw Tony scrambling on hands and knees towards his bed in his pants with a pair of inside out jeans following close behind. Leaping into bed Tony pulled the duvet over him covering his body, then he quickly freed his right leg and kicked the jeans onto the floor near the base of his bed sweating slightly. Everyone in the room stared at Tony.
“Shy are we Tony?” chirped Keenan.
“I’m trying not to give you bastards any credit in your wank bank, that’s all,” countered Tony defensively. “And turn the main bloody lights out in here will you. It’s like Blackpool illuminations.” He leant over and switched his bed side light on.
Giles walked over to the main light switch and turned it off, the room was now lit by a few bed side lamps. Tony picked up his car magazine and opened it, he raised it slightly trying to use it as a protective shield. He found that he couldn’t read the magazine in his current position so he placed it back on the bed side table. Holding the duvet with one hand to keep his chest covered he fished clumsily with his other hand for the pillow. He found it and hoisted it up behind him, then raising himself slightly in the bed he leant his back against the pillow and
“Touchy bastard,” Tony muttered still laughing to himself, “it’s not my fault that you can’t handle your alcohol, sunshine.”
Gareth nudged Hugh and whispered, “Hey, at least it took Tony’s mind off of the phantom.”
Hugh nodded and stretched, “Right. Time for beddy bye boo now I think.”
“Aye, we’ve got a big day tomorrow,” added Keenan.
Tony scanned the room at regular intervals making a mental note of where everyone was and what they were doing. Uwe was out of the bathroom now and undressing and everyone seemed preoccupied with preparing themselves for bed. Giles sauntered into the bathroom with his bag of toiletries. Tony quickly looked around the room again, then picked up his duvet and shook it out until it laid flat across the bed. He needed to stall for a few more minutes and he crouched down to the floor. After a few minutes Giles exited the bathroom and Gareth wandered in. Squatting Tony reached into his bag and fumbled about trying to buy himself a few precious seconds without arousing suspicion. Whilst his hands were in his bag they came across a magazine. He pulled it out of the bag, Max Power Motors , it read and he placed it on his bedside table. He reached in to his bag again, then out of the corner of his eye he saw Gareth wander out of the bathroom towards his bed. He quickly lifted his left foot and removed his shoe followed by his sock. He threw them onto the floor, he then repeated this for his right foot. Tony now stood bare foot but fully clothed from the ankles up waiting for the right moment. Across the room Gareth started to unbutton his shirt, this was it, this was the moment he was waiting for. Tony squeezed his fists and cracked his knuckles and took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt. Gareth had finished unbuttoning his shirt and started to remove it, around the room all attention turned to Gareth; even the pillow over Marc’s head appeared to move slightly and Tony seized his moment. Quick as a flash he whipped off his t-shirt and discarded it on the floor, next he hastily undid the button on his jeans and unzipped his flies; Gareth was now taking his jeans off too. Tony pulled his jeans down to his shins then he lifted his left leg to pull it out of the trouser leg, he then repeated action quickly for his right leg. This went unnoticed since all attention was fixed on Gareth as he disrobed. Tony’s jeans were around his ankles now and he stamped frantically trying to remove his feet from their denim shackles. He hoisted his left leg up which caused him to lose his balance and he fell backwards onto the floor with a bump. Everyone in the room turned to see what had caused the commotion and saw Tony scrambling on hands and knees towards his bed in his pants with a pair of inside out jeans following close behind. Leaping into bed Tony pulled the duvet over him covering his body, then he quickly freed his right leg and kicked the jeans onto the floor near the base of his bed sweating slightly. Everyone in the room stared at Tony.
“Shy are we Tony?” chirped Keenan.
“I’m trying not to give you bastards any credit in your wank bank, that’s all,” countered Tony defensively. “And turn the main bloody lights out in here will you. It’s like Blackpool illuminations.” He leant over and switched his bed side light on.
Giles walked over to the main light switch and turned it off, the room was now lit by a few bed side lamps. Tony picked up his car magazine and opened it, he raised it slightly trying to use it as a protective shield. He found that he couldn’t read the magazine in his current position so he placed it back on the bed side table. Holding the duvet with one hand to keep his chest covered he fished clumsily with his other hand for the pillow. He found it and hoisted it up behind him, then raising himself slightly in the bed he leant his back against the pillow and
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