switched off the light, burying the bedroom in semi-darkness. Now that his eyes were getting used to it, he stepped closer to the bed where James was lying on his side, curled underneath the bedspread, as if he fell asleep waiting for his own bath time. Thank God he’d left the other half of the bed empty because Mike would rather not sleep on the floor.
He was dubious about wearing the CK pajama pants James had gotten him, but he still pulled them on because otherwise he’d have to sleep naked or just in his briefs. Mike gave one last long look to the bright lights behind the window and slipped into bed with his back turned to James.
Only two days left.
****
Chapter 5
The light coming through the window was like a dusting of flour all over Mike’s face. James stared at him, unable to move, his body still rigid after a sudden awakening. He didn’t want to fall asleep last night. With every minute of Mike’s absence, his anger was giving out to a blob of guilt that was growing inside his stomach and making him gag. He had been such an asshole. What was wrong with him? He had never been a bully, so what had changed? Was it enough that now he had the upper hand over Mike? He didn’t want to be this kind of person, and every time he remembered Mike’s eyes growing wider, his paling cheeks, the way he seemed to have lost his usual ease of speaking, James’s stomach clenched with cold guilt.
Slowly, he slid one leg from under the bedspread and pushed himself closer to the edge of the mattress. The last thing he wanted was to wake up Mike. He wasn’t ready to face him yet. He needed to take a bath and come up with a strategy. He needed to apologize, there was no doubt about that, but how was he supposed to do it when Mike refused to apologize for all the shit he had done? With his stomach in his throat, James managed to put one foot down on the wooden floor, and then used it as leverage to slide the rest of his body off the mattress. His breathing became shallow just from the stress of watching Mike asleep so close to him. Was the guy only wearing underwear under the comforter? His chest was bare, his meaty pectoral muscles exposed by the covers. Even with guilt pulling him away, James imagined himself resting his head on the fleshy pillow on Mike’s chest.
James couldn’t help himself and peeked under the comforter, face flushing with heat. Mike was wearing the Calvin Klein pajama pants James had gotten him yesterday. Gray plaid and that thick elastic band over the hips, just low enough to reveal a tiny bit of ass. James quickly let go of the comforter and tiptoed to the bathroom, pulling off his shirt on the way. He closed the door and took a deep breath, hugging the warm fabric to his chest. A faint floral smell was thick in the air, making the situation even more alien. James hated flowers, except for cacti, and he would never have his own apartment smell like that. He briefly wondered whether Mike liked it, and slowly smelled his shirt. Revolting. Of course, being so nervous and angry, he had sweated like a pig and the evening’s argument hadn’t made that any better. He tossed the shirt to the floor and slowly climbed into the shower stall that could easily fit three average-sized men if they were desperate to save water.
He braced himself for the shock of cold water, and it came all too soon. He so deserved it. A whole day of enjoying the little kisses, touches, and pet names. Jamie . Only his mother called him that. Even his long-term boyfriend had insisted on using James’s full name, and yet it sounded so sweet coming from Mike. Every time, his warm voice trickled down James’s neck, back, chest, and dribbled off his cock, like the rivulets of water that were now cascading down the arch of James’s limp dick and into the drain at his feet.
It had been so hard when those sweet words and gestures pulled on both his dick and his heart, and he had to resist. There was no way he would get involved with
He was dubious about wearing the CK pajama pants James had gotten him, but he still pulled them on because otherwise he’d have to sleep naked or just in his briefs. Mike gave one last long look to the bright lights behind the window and slipped into bed with his back turned to James.
Only two days left.
****
Chapter 5
The light coming through the window was like a dusting of flour all over Mike’s face. James stared at him, unable to move, his body still rigid after a sudden awakening. He didn’t want to fall asleep last night. With every minute of Mike’s absence, his anger was giving out to a blob of guilt that was growing inside his stomach and making him gag. He had been such an asshole. What was wrong with him? He had never been a bully, so what had changed? Was it enough that now he had the upper hand over Mike? He didn’t want to be this kind of person, and every time he remembered Mike’s eyes growing wider, his paling cheeks, the way he seemed to have lost his usual ease of speaking, James’s stomach clenched with cold guilt.
Slowly, he slid one leg from under the bedspread and pushed himself closer to the edge of the mattress. The last thing he wanted was to wake up Mike. He wasn’t ready to face him yet. He needed to take a bath and come up with a strategy. He needed to apologize, there was no doubt about that, but how was he supposed to do it when Mike refused to apologize for all the shit he had done? With his stomach in his throat, James managed to put one foot down on the wooden floor, and then used it as leverage to slide the rest of his body off the mattress. His breathing became shallow just from the stress of watching Mike asleep so close to him. Was the guy only wearing underwear under the comforter? His chest was bare, his meaty pectoral muscles exposed by the covers. Even with guilt pulling him away, James imagined himself resting his head on the fleshy pillow on Mike’s chest.
James couldn’t help himself and peeked under the comforter, face flushing with heat. Mike was wearing the Calvin Klein pajama pants James had gotten him yesterday. Gray plaid and that thick elastic band over the hips, just low enough to reveal a tiny bit of ass. James quickly let go of the comforter and tiptoed to the bathroom, pulling off his shirt on the way. He closed the door and took a deep breath, hugging the warm fabric to his chest. A faint floral smell was thick in the air, making the situation even more alien. James hated flowers, except for cacti, and he would never have his own apartment smell like that. He briefly wondered whether Mike liked it, and slowly smelled his shirt. Revolting. Of course, being so nervous and angry, he had sweated like a pig and the evening’s argument hadn’t made that any better. He tossed the shirt to the floor and slowly climbed into the shower stall that could easily fit three average-sized men if they were desperate to save water.
He braced himself for the shock of cold water, and it came all too soon. He so deserved it. A whole day of enjoying the little kisses, touches, and pet names. Jamie . Only his mother called him that. Even his long-term boyfriend had insisted on using James’s full name, and yet it sounded so sweet coming from Mike. Every time, his warm voice trickled down James’s neck, back, chest, and dribbled off his cock, like the rivulets of water that were now cascading down the arch of James’s limp dick and into the drain at his feet.
It had been so hard when those sweet words and gestures pulled on both his dick and his heart, and he had to resist. There was no way he would get involved with
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