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“I’m the one who informed you of that during one of the many times we shared a tent.”
“That’s right! So, it shouldn’t be a problem then,” I said, both sweating and getting aroused.
“If you don’t want me to…”
“No, no. It’s not that. It’s just…” I closed my eyes, making what I had to say easier. “I don’t think we should do what we did, again.”
Claude looked at me, confused.
“Of course. Right.” He paused. “But, just so we’re both clear, why not?”
How did I explain to him that I was terrified that he would get tired of my ass and leave?
“You came here to prepare for the showcase. I think we should both focus on that. You’re only going to get one shot and I want this for you. It will be like how a boxer doesn’t have sex before a fight.”
“A boxer. Right,” he said, apprehensively.
I desperately wanted to change the topic.
“Did you want to take a shower first?” I asked him.
“No, you can go first. I know how long I take in there,” he said, no longer looking at me.
Leaving him and practically running to the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and rested my forehead on it. What was I doing? Had I just assumed that he would want to have sex with me again? And did I invite him into my bed?
I was trying to be a good guy. How was I supposed to do that with him lying next to me half-naked every night?
Taking the coldest shower I could, I left the bathroom, finding him lost in thought on the couch.
“All yours,” I said, crossing the hallway to my room.
Within, I wasn’t sure what to do. Did I close the door to put on underwear? He had already seen me naked. Hell, he had me in his mouth, and now we would be sleeping in the same bed.
Dropping my towel with the door open, I searched for a pair of underwear from my drawer. Looking back when I felt someone staring at me, I saw Claude enter the bathroom. This was going to be awkward, and it was all my fault.
I hadn’t bought a picnic basket by mistake. He had asked me if my suggested night off would be a date. Did I want it to be a date? Of course, I did. But I thought it would be like one of my silly closet-case dates I would take him on in school. Like then, I thought it would be enough to further my fantasy that we were dating without actually ruining things.
But that was not what happened. I blame the alcohol. Or, the fireworks. Could it have been the candles?
Whatever it was, it made it the most romantic night of my life. I was just a weak gay boy. What resistance did I have to a moment like that?
Searching for my best pair of underwear, I put them on and looked around. Doing some quick straightening up, I made the bed and got into it.
There was no way I was going to be able to decide on what our bedroom rules would be. So, turning off the lights, I abdicated the responsibility. I was going to pretend to be asleep when he entered. That way I wouldn’t have to know what I was doing, or look at his incredible body again. There was only so much I could resist.
As always, Claude took forever to shower. What did he do in there? Whatever it was, it had been long enough to legitimately claim to no longer be awake.
Lying in the darkness, I followed the sound of him around the room. As if he was staring at me, realizing I was asleep, he then quietly exited the room. Had he changed his mind about sharing my bed?
Turns out, he hadn’t. He was just getting his stuff. And when I heard his towel hit the floor telling me he was naked, I did what I shouldn’t have. I peeked.
Yep, he was just as hot as I remembered… And now my dick was hard again. Rock hard. Great! How was I supposed to fall asleep now?
With my eyes closed, I again followed the sound of him around the room. He did things I couldn’t recognize until he gently got into bed. With him settled, I could feel him inches from me. My heart thumped so hard I could hear it. It was so loud I was sure he could as well.
If he did, he didn’t say anything. He just laid there, I assume being oblivious and gorgeous. How had I gotten myself into this situation? Being this close to him without being able to touch him was torture. I was never going to sleep again.
After an hour lying there, traumatized, I was about to give up. Concluding that I would live the rest of my life awake, I rolled onto my side.
