Louis and I temporarily shared an apartment that was theoretically his but one he kindly allowed me to share when I found myself without a roof over my head mid-summer of one year a long time ago. We divided the chores and split the expenses so it was a win/win, and we enjoyed each other's company making it easy for both of us. We both worked so we couldn't hang out during the day, each having responsibilities and, more importantly, bills to pay but we did spend most evenings together.
One typical Friday evening we did the usual: clean up after work and then he and I went for dinner and a few beers at one of the local bars. Not very exciting but at the time it was fun since we always ran into other people we knew and it made for good times. Usually we laughed a lot and it was fun being silly with a good friend.
When we got home one hot summer night, we sat around the living room in our shorts due to the heat and lack of air conditioning in this room. We smoked a little Hawaiian grass that Louis was cultivating in a large pot on the bedroom windowsill, a weed that he swore had mystical properties, and drank another beer before bed. After a short time the heat, and the weed, got to us so we wrapped up the evening and called it a night.
The sleeping arrangement that we had was that Louis had the bedroom with its queen-size bed while I had the pull-out bed from the couch in the living room. His apartment, his bedroom so to speak, and there was no argument in that regard. However, the bedroom had the one window-mounted air conditioning unit which made it prime space in the summer heat. I envied his luxury. Louis insisted upon keeping the room like a meat locker where the temperature rarely made it above 60⁰ Fahrenheit and while he liked it that way, few other people could tolerate it for long. His girlfriend would spend the night once or twice a week and usually slept in a robe with socks on her feet. It was rough.
After getting myself comfortable, or as comfortable as was possible, I found myself lying naked in bed perspiring; I found it impossible to get to sleep, tossing and turning, suffering quietly. When Louis opened the bedroom door and kindly asked if I wanted to sleep in the bedroom and enjoy the benefit of the air conditioning, I found it difficult to say no. I knew that I might suffer frostbite by morning but it was a risk worth taking and it would be nice to feel cold sheets and cool air again.
The problem for a non-polar individual in a situation like this is one of warmth and trying to maintain a body temperature that does not border on hypothermia. Little by little, in the afterglow of the Hawaiian weed, I found myself inching backward towards the only source of warmth I could find; thankfully, Louis was already sleeping and didn't care. Eventually, Louis even rolled onto his side, facing me, and we joined in a classic "spoon" position, with Louis' arm over mine at the elbow.
After sleeping lightly for a while, I woke to find us still in the spoon. My arm was folded upon my chest with my fingers caressing my nipple. In the dark sleepy daze, it was extremely pleasurable to be spooning in bed with someone, skin touching skin, having a nipple caressed even though it was my own fingers doing the caressing. I remembered the times that I did this with a woman, my arm around her, my fingers lightly teasing her nipple, and how she enjoyed the pleasure that it brought her.
