Lenn had never realized how pale his boyfriend was until he saw how well his naked skin blended in with their bed sheets. His typical clothing included dark colors and his hair was also naturally dark, but it had all just seemed like the contrast against his skin that made it seem so pale in comparison. Now with morning sunlight streaming through the blinds and his skin pressed up against the white sheets, there was little to no contrast. It matched the color stunningly. It was a bizarrely beautiful sight.
He reached past the bundle of sheets and comforter separating their bodies and caressed the tips of his fingers across the white hip, feeling the smooth, ivory flesh. His eyes darted from the soft hip to Terran's sleeping face. He had come home after Lenn had fallen asleep, most likely late, late into the night and he knew he must have been tired. He did not want to wake him with his curious prodding. Luckily today was Lenn's day off and Terran didn't have to go back to work until late in the evening. They would both have time to laze around in bed. His fingers lazily traveled up his side, always watching his face to be sure he didn't disturb his tired lover.
After having spent a few moments admiring Terran's skin tone, he took his fingers off of him and rolled away. He came to stand on the side of the bed, adjusting his flannel sleepwear to stop it from sliding down his legs as he walked. It was time for him to wake up. Even if he didn't have work, there were things he needed to do before Terran woke up, if only so they could have time to spend together once his chores were finished. But even as he went about his morning routine, he could not get that image out of his head.
First on the agenda was a wash. Lenn's day didn't even start until he felt clean and awake. Without a refreshing beginning to his day, it made it difficult for him to focus on much of anything but his state of cleanliness. He prepared his clothes, moving silently as a mouse around his room as if the slightest noise would cause an explosion like a minefield, gathering underwear and casual daywear to be able to move freely and comfortably on his day off. He closed the door softly behind him, never once seeing any sign of waking from his lover. He sighed in relief when he made it to the bathroom without any repercussions and he wasted no more time in jumping into the shower.
He washed himself carefully and thoroughly. Everything Lenn did was careful and methodical. Lenn was a perfectionist and he was proud to admit it. There was nothing wrong with being an overachiever! But in the middle of that particular shower, he found himself feeling totally distracted by the image in his head; that ivory skin against white, silken sheets. He spaced out, simply imagining it in his mind's eye. He imagined his lover rolling onto his back, revealing more of his taut and toned body. Terran would most likely have been experiencing erotic dreams through the night and in Lenn's imagination, his boyfriend woke up with morning wood, his erection pink against his white skin and standing straight up in the air as he lay back against the mattress.
Lenn bit his lip, remembering more details about his boyfriend's cock than he cared to admit. Or perhaps he just had a convincing enough imagination that he was certain he knew it well. He knew the shape of the head, the length, the girth, the way it had been cut. Sure, he could not give an exact number, but he was familiar with it nonetheless. His body tensed and shivered as he remembered what it felt like inside him, filling him, pounding against his prostate. Terran knew how to control it well and knew every spot inside and on Lenn's skin that would make him squeal and cry out with pleasure. He could even recall the taste of it, though it was harder to remember. Terran was the one who liked to perform oral deeds. Lenn always backed out of the opportunity, afraid that he could not please Terran the same way Terran was able to so flawlessly please him.
