I woke up slowly. My head didn't hurt but it felt like my thoughts were lagging behind somehow. Probably the third round of scotch was overkill. No regrets.
Right?
I didn't regret anything...did I?
I opened my eyes wide.
Holy shit. How did that even happen?
My naked body was tangled in blankets with pillows scattered around me. I'd clearly slept quite restlessly, but I barely remembered it. What I did remember was now practically screaming in my brain.
Todd. Naked. Holding my cock. Smiling at me. Holding me. Me holding him.
Fuck.
But he wasn't there in my room with me, so...so obviously things wrapped up somehow. I remembered his arms around me, his body against me as we stood pressed together in the living room. I remembered we laughed a little. We cleaned up and just stayed naked together.
Right.
That's why I had the second glass--to stay comfortable with that part.
The third came when I started thinking about my skin too much.
We'd spent a few hours eating whatever we could find that we didn't need to cook and lounging on the couch. I remembered his loose balls and dick hanging across his leg as he draped himself like a model on the couch. And I remembered him letting me look and me not hiding my gawking.
I kept replaying his eyes fixed on me, that generous, entranced look he'd had. I needed to keep that in the front of my mind as I kept getting flashes of the night and how consumed I'd been by his presence. I had to remember...that he'd felt it too.
I finally threw a leg over the side of the bed and pushed myself upright. Standing, I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room, dimly lit by the morning seeping out through the edges of my curtains. I stopped. I stood and looked.
The warmth of the bed had left me loose and soft. My balls hung generously and my cock was slightly swollen as it always was in the morning. I ran my hands across my stomach, through the dark, coarse hair there, felt the ridge of my muscles and tried to see it the way Todd had seen it. I'd spent so long staring at my body in my life...never with the kind of attention he'd given me last night. Always with scorn or at least a critique. I let my hand down to my balls and tugged on them gently, just breathing with the sensation of my own hand and looking myself over. I almost felt ok with it all for a moment.
I heard a creak and rustle out beyond my door in the living room.
He was awake too.
I hesitated, considering my next move. I could just go out like this. I felt good about how my dick looked at that moment...why not capitalize on it?
And then I considered the possibility that I'd open the door to find him fully clothed and me just naked for no fucking reason. Even with everything we'd shared now, that seemed terrifying enough that, without even negotiating with myself, I had my flannel pants in-hand and was pulling them on quickly. I had a t-shirt nearly on, too, but I stopped.
It wasn't cold. I didn't
need
it. Maybe this time I could just...at least try to be this guy.
Shirtless, with my pajama pants strung loosely at my hips, the vague tops of my pubes even creeping out, I walked carefully over to the door. It wasn't closed all the way. I eased it open silently with my fingers, just to see what I was walking out to first.
I saw Todd's silhouette against the early light pouring in through the wide windows beside the fireplace. He looked just like he had last night...that stance, like a statue carved on the spot. He was firm, sharp, solid...and I realized after my eyes adjusted, he was naked. Standing in front of the wall of glass, staring out at the morning, the line of his tapered waist curving with his rounded ass and his broad shoulders gently rising and falling as he just seemed to be taking it all in.
I leaned against the doorframe for a minute and just stared, obscured by the shadow of the alcove.
His hand drifted in front of him for a moment, and the unmistakable rise and fall of his arm drew all of my attention. He turned ever so slightly. Just enough. The line of his rigid cock jutted out from his dark shape. I breathed deeply and rubbed my hand against my chest...to feel my own presence for a minute, or to maybe hope to calm my suddenly racing heartbeat. I watched him move slowly, mindlessly, his hand just rubbing and teasing his dick as he stood.
I let my hand drift down to paw at my pajama pants, feeling my own swelling cock against the soft fabric. I pushed my hand down behind the waistband and squeezed my penis with a downward force that made my glans swell against my fingers. I got very hard very fast.
"Hey," I heard him say, even though he hadn't turned around fully still.
"H-hi," I said, my voice croaking with morning tightness.
"You sleep ok?" he asked, his hand still lazily pulling on his cock as he turned to face me now.
"Yeah, I think so," I said, my hand still down my pants as I stood up straighter to meet his stance.
"I was worried that the last glass knocked you out," he laughed softly, his voice still groggy with the morning too.
"No, I'm good," I said, just letting my eyes wander over his hairy legs, his ass, his rising and falling chest, his draping balls and his erect cock.
He didn't flinch. He just let me stare at him. He was staring back too. We were obviously tired, slow, easing into the morning--but there was already a magnetic energy emerging. I let it lure me forward and stepped slowly out of the doorframe and into the living room. He stepped toward me, too, holding his dick loosely. We met in the broad rectangle of sunlight that was now warming the floor. I could see him so much more clearly, and I felt the light bouncing off my bare chest just as his free hand came up and stroked my arm softly. He was smiling, but his eyes still looked sleepy.
"Nice way to start," he said quietly.
"Yeah, it is," I said.
I felt my pajama pants slip a little more with each motion. My ass was practically hanging out of them. My hand, still dragging on my cock slowly, was also pushing the flannel waistband down with every movement. Finally they just softly cascaded around my ankles and I stepped out of them.
"Even better," he chuckled lightly.
