I raised a brow. “Didn’t he give you today off?”
“Yeah, but I think that was really ‘cos he needed time to recover from all our fucking.” He leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially. “He’s quite a bit older; I’m not sure he’s got the stamina to keep up with me.”
I snorted. “Is that so? Who’s the one wanting to go to bed?”
“Fair point. Where am I sleeping?”
Almost blurtingmy bed,I managed to hold it in, not sure how he’d react. He’d been the one to suggest keeping things between us casual, and sleeping in the same bed felt…intimate.
“You can pick. I just need to make up one of the beds. I’m not used to having guests stay over.”
He leaned back against the couch. “Don’t do that on my account. I can sleep right here.”
“You’re not sleeping on the couch, Bug. There’s plenty of beds to choose from.”
“How about yours?” I froze, staring at him like I hadn’t heard correctly. He quickly stood, shifting from foot to foot. “I shouldn’t have said that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, adding, “Fuck. Forget I said that. Here is fine-”
“No,” I interrupted his rambling. “You can sleep in my bed. I’d…” I paused, telling myself to stop being such a fucking coward and admit how I really felt. “I’d like that.”
A relieved smile spread over his mouth. “Well then, lead the way.”
Turning the lights out, Tristan followed behind me as we made our way to my room. It was fucking stupid; I’d had my cock in his mouth only the day before, yet the thought of sleeping next to him made me nervous as hell.
What if I woke with a boner?
Or worse, morning breath.
“You want to use the bathroom first?” I asked, waving like a moron to the ensuite as if he didn’t know where it was.
“Nah, you go first.”
Forcing myself into the bathroom as Tristan peeled his shirt off, I took a piss and brushed my teeth before stripping down to my boxers. When I returned to the bedroom, my feet froze on the spot.
Tristan had removed all his clothes, including his underwear. He lay on his back, one arm bent above his head, and his eyes closed. Deep breaths escaped from his parted lips, telling me he was already fast asleep.
I stared for what seemed like an eternity, the only thought swirling in my brain was how damn right he looked in my bed.
Ben
Iwoke before my 5 am alarm, not used to having someone in my bed. Tristan hadn’t moved all night; he stayed in the same position with his arm above his head. His chest rose and fell steadily, his breaths deep andeven.
I was captivated.
A few weeks ago, the thought of anyone spendinganytime in my house, let alone my bed, made my skin itch, but with Tristan, it felt natural. I was still having trouble getting my head around how easy it had been to open up to him about my past.
Throughout our friendship, Jake had done everything he could to get me to tell him how I ended up in the system, but I never did, afraid he would find a way to use it against me. With Tristan, the words flowed, and the more I told him, the more it felt like a weight had been lifted.
But after he’d gone to sleep, and I was left with nothing but silence, Jake’s voice filled my head, mocking me, telling me there was something wrong with me for letting another guy sleep in my bed.
I’d stared at the ceiling, battling the part of methatwanted to wake Tristan and tell him to get the fuck out of my bed until sleep eventually claimed me.
The blast of my alarm rang out, pulling me away from staring at Tristan. I reached out to the bedside table, hitting the off button, when a groan had me turning back.
“What time is it?”Tristan muttered through a yawn.
“5 am.”
He paused mid-stretch.“Dude. What the hell. It’s too fucking early, go back to sleep.”
