Ryan woke up in the middle of the night with Brian wrapped around him and his bladder aching for release. Carefully, he unwound Brian and slipped out of bed. He padded, naked, out the bedroom door and into the dark bathroom. He wanted to keep things quiet, so he sat before releasing his bladder. It wasn't until then he realized that, like at home, he hadn't closed the door. He figured it would be over soon, but he kept emptying his bladder. Then he heard a door open.
Mike shuffled through the bathroom doorway, half-asleep, his hand in his boxers scratching at his balls. He dropped his underwear before reaching the john and moved closer.
"You planning to piss on me?" said Ryan. Mike's eyes shot open and he backpedalled from the bowl. He stumbled over the boxers around his ankles and began to pitch backward. Ryan jumped up and grabbed Mike, pulling him close and saving him from the fall.
"Hi," said Ryan.
"Hey." said Mike. They stood together, chest to chest, hip to hip. Ryan's had one hand around Mike's back and the other on his buttcheek. Mike's hands clutched Ryan's biceps. Ryan's cheek grazed Mike's.
Mike spoke to Ryan's chest, "I still need to pee."
"Oh, sorry." Ryan moved around Mike's body to stand behind him, chest to back, hips to butt. Mike reached down, lifted the seat up, and stepped closer. Ryan stepped with him. Propping his chin on Mike's shoulder, Ryan reached around and took hold of Mike's soft cock. He aimed it to the bowl. "Ready," he murmured into Ryan's ear. "Relax and let it go."
Mike sighed and leaned back into Ryan. He relaxed and Ryan felt the stream thrumming through the cock and slashing into the bowl. Ryan's cock nestled on the split of Mike's butt, his other hand open and pressed to Mike's stomach, he kissed the side of his neck.
"Don't give me a hickey," said Mike. Ryan licked his neck. "And don't get my dick hard or i wont be able to pee."
Ryan moved his mouth away and sighed. "I'll behave."
"Besides, I'm not here with you. I'm here with someone else. And you never called me back. Bastard."
"What? You never called me."
"I called you sev....a bun...a few times. I left a message after the girly robot voice. No callback."
"You'd get my voice, not some girly robot. You called the wrong number."
"I called the right number." He rattled it off to Ryan.
"Only called a few times and you have it memorized. And it ends with a one not a seven."
"I distinctly remember a seven. And I remember numbers quickly."
"Did it have a dash thru the middle or just a cap on top?"
"Just a cap. A cap? What are you, five?"
"Thats a one. My sevens have a dash across the downstroke"
"What? Dammit. I mis-dialed. And stop stroking me. "
Ryan continued pumping the hardening cock. "You stopped peeing and i think you like this."
Mike stepped to the side, pulling himself from Ryan's grip. "I do. But, like I said, I'm not here with you." He walked to the doorway and right into Pete.
Pete stood blocking the doorway, naked. He flipped on the light and put his arms back up on the doorframe. "Sounds like you two have some stuff to work out. Which is good, cause I have some stuff to work out with Billy. You can take my room. And, Mike, thanks for respecting me, but I know we're not married. You're free to do what, or whom, you choose." He looked at Ryan. "But it's his choice." He flipped the light off and went into Billy's room, locking the door behind him.
"I don't think he likes me," said Ryan.
"Well, you did fuck his straight best friend."
"Billy is not straight."
"And I think Pete had been hoping for that."
