The sun slowly brought Josh back to consciousness, as a shaft of warm light slipped through the curtain and into his eyes. Awareness crept into him at snail's pace. He felt heat on his skin, as the sun drenched his naked body. An unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. The ache of his morning hard-on. The pressure of a full bladder. The slight fog of a hangover drifted in the corner of his vision. An arm draped across his chest, her hand...no his hand...resting on his shoulder. With a start, the images started flooding into his mind unbidden. David sitting next to him, vulnerable and lonely; a cock (David's cock) in his mouth, the salty taste of him under his tongue. An image of David's face, painted with Josh's own cum. The creeping invasion as he slid his cock slowly inside him.
He risked a glance at David's sleeping form beside him. He lay face down, chin almost on Josh's shoulder, naked arse on show, comically highlighted by a shaft of intruding sunlight. Josh could feel himself longing to reach out and rest a hand on one buttock, to feel the soft, downy hair under his fingers. His hard cock twitched at the thought, and panicked he hastily extricated himself from under the sleeping body.
Trying not to wake him, he glanced around the room, looking for his clothes. Unsuccessful, he remembered throwing them off in the living room what seemed like an age ago. He stood still, not wanting to wake David. It was too soon to discuss what had happened. He didn't think he could deal with his mate looking at him differently or seeing the hint of regret or disgust in his eyes that would surely be there in the sober light of day. Desperate now to empty his bladder, he gave up, and wandered naked down the hall to the bathroom. An awkward lean, a careful aim, his erection finally fading as his bladder emptied noisily into the toilet bowl.
Noticing the dried remnants of their intense session from the night before on his belly, his balls and down the inside of his thighs, he decided to take a much-needed shower. Standing under the steaming water, it was all he could do to turn his thoughts away from what they had done, and how good it had felt. The feeling of David's finger smearing their combined semen around his hole, first outside, and then slowly venturing...
As if coming out of a trance, he shook himself, pulling his own soap-slicked finger out of his arse and quickly finished washing and turned off the water. He towelled himself dry, eyeing himself in the mirror. Nothing seemed to have changed. His toned, masculine body looked no different after a night of hot man sex. There was no rainbow suddenly tattooed across his muscular chest. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that his worry was that David wouldn't want to do it again. He knew David would never tell anyone, and whose business was it anyway? If he liked a bit of cock from time to time, surely that wasn't harming anyone.
Hungry now, he made his way to the kitchen. He considered heading into the lounge-room to collect the clothes he had left lying on the floor, but with his new sense of freedom, he decided to leave it all on show. It was already mid-morning, and the day was quite warm. He opened the fridge and cupboards looking for something to satisfy his hunger. With limited options, he found the ingredients for pancakes, and turned on the stove. Batter mixed, the butter spat hot oil as it melted in the pan. Looking to protect his most valued asset, he grabbed an apron hanging on the side of the fridge and draped it over his neck, tying it behind him.
The running shower signalled to him that David had finally risen. He heard the toilet flush, and a momentary regret flashed through his mind as he realised how ridiculous he must look. He cast his eyes to the door, about to race for his clothes in the other room just as David walked into the room. Blushing furiously, Josh turned to face him and was instantly taken aback by the toned body in front of him. His bulging package seemed so inviting in his tight, black underwear. Josh couldn't understand how he'd never noticed this attraction before. It had hit him so quickly and with such confusing force.
"How's my little Centurion this morning?" Noticing Josh's confused look, David indicated the half-naked Roman soldier printed on the front of Josh's apron.
"Always ready for a little hand to hand combat." Josh immediately regretted his flirtatious tone, not sure yet how David was going to take the events of last night.
Blushing again, he turned back to the pancakes, remembering too late that this meant flashing his naked arse at him. With his options limited, he decided to just run with it. He flipped a couple of the cooking pancakes, affecting an air of nonchalance.
David coughed as he took in the sight before him. "I...ah...don't think that's standard issue Roman uniform."
Josh smiled over his shoulder. "You'd be surprised. Those Roman's fucked like rabbits apparently." He turned back to the pancakes, appalled at what he was saying. He had no idea if David was into this or if he was just making things worse. He flipped the pancakes out of the pan and ladled in some more batter, desperately trying to appear relaxed.
He kept his eyes fixed forward as he heard David approach quietly behind him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt one warm hand rest gently on his buttock and David pressed himself against him.
"Well, it's quite a sight to wake up to." David said huskily, his chin resting on Josh's shoulder. "I half expected you had run screaming when I woke up and you weren't beside me. Thought maybe last night was all a bit much. And then here you are, cooking me breakfast!"
Josh said nothing, but pressed the side of his face against David's, arching back slightly. David continued to stroke his back softly, his hand running up and down his flank. He was well and truly tenting the apron by now, a leaking spot of precum leaking through the Centurion's skirt. He could feel a corresponding push into his side as David began to respond in kind.