Hey guys, this is the second part to the fun, depending on how much I write I /probably/ could go for a part 3 too! Idk, anyway enjoy.
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I woke up the morning after with a killer hangover and aches all over my body. Last night flashed before my eyes, the alcohol, the weed, kissing and then later blowing James... Charlotte was going to kill me if she ever found out. I had to talk to him and make him promise to never tell her. Although he had just as much to lose as me.
After a few minutes of self-loathing in bed I dragged myself downstairs for some breakfast. Or lunch. I'd slept through all of my alarms. My heart dropped when I saw Charlotte and James there, she was on the counter, legs wrapped around him and they were making out. James was just in a pair of pajama pants, tanned body broadcast for everyone to see.
They pulled apart, slightly embarrassed, and I made an attempt not to stare. Not to think of last night and kissing my way down his body and pulling down the waistband of his tight boxers... Fuck. I could already feel myself getting hard. I mumbled hellos and all but ran past them to the cupboard, pressing myself against the counter to hide the boner and opening the cupboard by my head to hide my blushes. This was awkward. This was a big mistake.
Then I heard Charlotte leave, only one pair of footsteps walking to the door. Great. He was still down here. Better get the awkwardness over with. I shut the cupboard door and turned to him, making sure not to look at his body this time since my dick had only just subsided.
"Look-" I started but he cut me off.
"I'm not gonna tell her." He said flatly, then followed her out of the room. As hard as I tried to stop them my eyes trailed down his muscular back, down to his ass, the top of which just peaked out from the pants.
I sighed and banged my head on the cupboard door in frustration. I was an idiot.
For the rest of that day he was all I could think about. I stayed in my room for the whole day, mixing uni essays and jacking off to the thoughts of James and last night. Our dicks in each others mouths. His tongue on my ass. It was all so hot, I was so horny.
I fell asleep in the same horny, confused and frustrated state that I fell asleep in. And was woken up the next morning with a knock on my door.
"Mark?" It was James.
I groaned silently and stumbled out of bed, all I wore was a pair of boxers but whatever.
Nothing he hadn't seen before.
On the other side of the door he just wore a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I wised I could see him fully clothed at some point because this was torture. He was close enough to lick. I'm sure he wouldn't put up much of a fight or complain once he felt my lips back on his neck, his body, his cock...
I shook my head.
"What?" I asked, coolly. Glad the door hid the tent growing in my boxers.
"Uh, sorry," He whispered, "I can't get your shower to work."
I sighed and pulled the door open, following him into the bathroom. He was stood in the way, and the shower was in an awkward position in the corner so I had to press up close behind him to reach it. I hoped he couldn't feel my erection pressed against his ass. Just fabric between our skin. Or part of me hoped he could feel it. Just like part of me hoped he could feel my hot breath on his neck as I leaned against him, my chest against his back, trying to reach the shower nozzle.
"Sorry I can't reach it with you in the way," I muttered.