Miles
It was early when I woke up Sunday, the sun just beginning to rise. The air was still chilly from the night and the sky was grey and overcast. I get the best sleep when the room I'm sleeping in is cold and the bed I'm in is toasty. I couldn't remember sleeping this well in a long ass time. I felt like I was coming out of hibernation.
I was still on my side, having not moved an inch since falling asleep. Artie was curled practically into a ball in front of me and had my arm wrapped up in his against his chest. As comfortable as I was I also really had to piss. I tried to disentangle myself from Artie's grip and pins and needles immediately shot up my arm.
"Fucking fuck." I muttered under my breath.
I stopped moving completely, focusing on controlling my breathing and not groaning out loud at the sensation. I lay for a couple of moments, working up the courage to rip off the bandaid. I tried removing my arm again, much slower this time, attempting to roll over onto my back and pull my arm with me. I made it maybe a quarter of the way there before Artie shifted in his sleep, readjusting his arms around mine and pulling it back over him again. I almost screamed in agony before reminding myself to stop being such a little bitch. I pulled more forcefully and even in his sleep Artie clung on, rolling all the way over with me and onto my chest. He sighed before he dug his head into my armpit ever so slightly. Finally on my back, I felt blood rush through my arm and the pins and needles start to fade.
My relief was short-lived, though. Artie wrapped one arm around my torso, his hand finding purchase on my pec. He gripped it in his hand once, then again more firmly as he threw his leg over both of mine. His knee slid up and right over my morning wood, almost knocking the wind out of me. My whole body jerked as I flinched, and the bed started shaking as I erupted into silent laughter. Artie was ridiculous, even in his sleep.
I was planning on chilling in bed all day today but it seemed like Artie was going to make that difficult. I grabbed both his arm and his leg and lifted them off me, quietly removing myself from the bed. Artie moved around a bit before settling back into the spot I had just been laying in. So much like a puppy.
I threw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and went to piss and get ready for the day. Twenty minutes later I felt way more like an actual person and less like a grizzly bear that just woke up for spring. Back in the room, I checked the time, 6:55 a.m. I could tell it was going to rain at any point so I decided to get in some time outside before it started to come down. I stretched briefly before putting on some compression shorts and a thermal long sleeve underneath my sweats. I grabbed my phone and headphones and dipped out the dorm. I checked out the campus map hanging on the wall of the elevator and drew myself a route to jog around campus. Once I got out the door I immediately hit the pavement, ready to finish my workout and fuck up some Lucy's.
Usually when I'm running my mind goes completely blank and I focus solely on managing my breathing pattern, but every time I was just about to zone out my brain kept taking me back to those moments with Artie. I don't know if I was in heat yesterday or what. I hadn't gone without fucking for more than a few days since Nat and I first started dating, so I just chalked it up to that. I felt totally fine this morning, feeling nothing while he literally groped me in his sleep. If anything it made me laugh, which was reassuring. I took a mental note to ask Nat for some nudes that I could save, and check Artie's schedule for times he'd be out of the room so I could jerk off. I felt good about my plan by the end of my lap around campus and considered going for another one.
Nah, time for some diner food.
I showered and got ready quick once I got back to the dorm. By now the sun had completely risen but the room was still pretty dark from the storm clouds brewing outside. Artie had thrown the covers off and completely splayed out. I almost laughed at how comfortable he was making himself in my sweatshirt and in my bed. With his hair mussed and sans glasses his facial features were on full display, and I couldn't help but take note of how angelic they were. What stuck out to me the most were his cheekbones, which were high and well defined, his nicely shaped soft pink lips with a bottom one that almost formed a natural pout, and his button nose, straight and upturned the tiniest bit. Overall, Artie was... I don't know, beautiful? I guess I'd describe his face as cohesive. All of his features fit together well and made him seem like someone who could pose as a model for a catalog or something. Do they still make catalogs? Again, I was surprised he was single, I felt like girls went crazy for guys that are Artie's kind of cute. He kind of reminded me of Nick Jonas, not that they really that much alike. I definitely needed to remember to make fun of him for that.
I mobile ordered Artie's usual order and got myself whatever sounded like it had a fuckton of protein. My mouth was salivating already. I left the dorm making my way to the diner at a brisk pace, trying to combat the cool early morning air I felt slipping up the leg holes of my sweatpants. As I was walking I texted Natalie for the first time since I got to school.
'Hey miss you been busy with Artie call me when you wake up'
Maybe three-quarters of a mile later I arrived at a fully packed Lucy's and I took a seat at the breakfast bar to wait. As I was people watching I heard my FaceTime ringtone from my pocket. I pulled my phone out and a picture of Nat and me from Halloween, dressed as a priest and a nun, lit up my screen. I smiled to myself, she was never up this early.
"Morning, babe!" I said full volume and extra cheerily, knowing how groggy she can be in the morning.
"Too loud," She hoarsely whispered. I looked at the screen and her hair was everywhere, eyes half-closed, and face puffy from what must have been a good sleep.
"Morning, babe," I whispered into the microphone.
"Better. How have you been, Miles? How is campus?"
"Good. Great, actually. Artie and I have been chilling the last couple days. And campus is cool, I ran a little earlier and everything is nicer than I was expecting."
"I'm really glad you like it. Ready for classes?"
"Eh, I was gonna figure out the route to my classes today and check out the school store to get some notebooks and shit."
"Well, I hope you have a good day. I'm helping my mom in the yard so I'm probably not gonna be on my phone."
"No worries, I'll just talk to you tonight."
