Raa mumbled in his sleep as Marcus slipped out of bed, an incoherent mix of English and Arabic that was barely loud enough to make it past his lips. He shifted, turned right and left, even woke up enough to punch a pillow into submission before laying his head on it and trying to get back to sleep. It was colder now, and quieter, the lulling beating of Marcus' heart beneath his ear gone, the warmth of his body pillowing Raa's vanished, stomach and chest itching where they had been pressed together during sleep.
Raa sat up grumpily, staring morosely at the bathroom door and the telltale light shining out from beneath it, hair hanging low in his eyes, and scratched his belly, irritated at the itch, irritated at the cold, and irritated that Marcus was no longer in bed with him. His nails caught on... something. He lifted his hand, squinting at in the darkness.
What the hell...? Raa brushed his palm over his stomach, more flakes falling off, and reached for the lamp at the bedside, flicking it on to see spots of cum dried on his chest in splashes and runs, unsure if he should feel turned on, or mildly disgusted. He glanced around the bed, gaze flicking over unused condoms, the cap that he'd pulled off the lube, and an empty lube container at the foot of the bed, dark splotches of it decorating the covers like inconsistent tears.
Raa pursed his lips. He really hoped Marcus had more lube, because it was going to be damn embarrassing going to down to the marina corner store and asking the old lady behind the counter if they had any in stock. "Well, ma'am. See, today is my boyfriend's 18th birthday, and his dad and my parents said we couldn't fuck until he was 18, and things got a little messy. Do you have any in a nice subtle watermelon?" Yeah, that would go over real well.
He climbed out of bed and stretched, flaky cum falling from his stomach as he did so, and winced as more pulled at his pubes. He stared down at himself thoughtfully. Maybe Kendall had been right about the condoms. He needed a shower, or at the very least, a dish cloth, because there was no way he was going to be able to sleep with that tugging at his skin.
He grinned. A shower with Marcus?
He padded naked to the bathroom door, raising his arms to rest his palms on either side of it. "Marcus, I'm cold," he told the door, and waited for it to open.
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,