Ryan woke up early in the morning before the sun rose. The room was alight from the flickering fireplace. Thoughts and memories began to form in his mind as he recalled the previous hours. He was laying on his side under a couple layers of blankets. As he shifted, he felt an added weight on him and noticed an arm wrapped around his torso.
Luke had fallen asleep right behind Ryan and stayed that way all night. Ryan breathed deeply and took stock of his body. He was still naked. As he rolled back slightly, he could feel Luke's body behind him. He brought a hand back to feel Luke's legs, then trailed up and never felt any material as he reached his hips. Luke was naked as well.
It hadn't all been a dream.
Following their passionate sex the night before, the two lovers fell quickly asleep in each other's arms. Ryan's eyes adjusted to the light and saw their glasses from the night before, the last dregs of alcohol remaining. He saw the bottle of lube on the bedside table next to two unopened condoms. Next to these he noticed the torn wrapper from one.
He could feel a slight ache in his backside. As he moved, he could tell he had been stretched out wide. Ryan needed to pee. He extricated himself from Luke and the blankets and crept to the bathroom.
After finishing up, he rinsed his ass from the sink, noting a layer of dried semen outside his hole. Not his first time. He washed his hands and went to the kitchen, seeing the first glint of the dawn light coming in from the window.
He poured a large glass of cool water and drank deeply. His body felt dry and sore. No doubt a result of sleeping on the ground instead of a bed, as well as from his extracurricular activities. The water brightened his mind.
Having been out as a bisexual man for nearly a decade and had boyfriends and flings, he had seen all range of responses to having sex with a man for a first time. Last night, with Luke, had of course been different. They were roommates. They were best friends. Luke had a girlfriend! Even though he had given Luke many opportunities to back out last night, and each time Luke wanted to keep going, he was again worried that the alcohol may have affected his choices. What would he think today?
Ryan stepped out of the kitchen and walked to the den to see Luke laying on his back, sleepy and with his eyes closed, but waking. Most importantly to Ryan, Luke was smiling.
"Good morning," Luke said groggily. He wriggled under the blankets, cozying himself.
"Morning. Do you want some water?" Ryan replied. His anxiety was down a notch, but still high.
"Yeah, I'm parched. My last drink was a bit sticky." Luke had given Ryan an amazing blowjob last night and even swallowed some of his cum. His joke brought Ryan's anxiety even lower and the two smiled at each other as Ryan handed him the glass. Luke a long drink. "Mmmmm. Nice. Did you sleep ok?"
"I really did. Did you?"
"I really did. And every time I woke up, you were there." Luke looked lovingly at Ryan, who could feel his body starting to untie and relax.
"Luke, we have to talk about last night." Ryan felt relieved about what happened, but that only yielded to what was to come. "We... we...."
"We had sex." Luke said frankly. "And it was good. I thought, at least."
Ryan grinned.
"It was very good. But now what? You have a girlfriend. I'm your roommate. What happens now?" Ryan asked the big questions early.
"Now," Luke started, "You come back to bed."
He held the blankets up again, exposing his naked body to the light and to Ryan and pulled him back down to the ground. Luke wrapped his arms around Ryan and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. It was the kiss of a lover, not of regret.
Hours later, after they finally emerged from their blanket bed, Luke snickered as he took a view of Ryan's bare body, again appreciating his form, his masculine shoulders, and his curvy, peachy ass. They showered, separately, and cleaned the house.
Sadly, no more snow had fallen and soon the power came back on. They wouldn't be able to cocoon themselves inside any longer.
It was probably for the best as their busy lives took their attentions. Ryan commuted into the city a few days before working long nights as a bartender to cover some friends' shifts. Luke had a massive project he was working on and presenting at his engineering firm.
They didn't see each other in the house much until Friday when Luke told Ryan that his girlfriend, Britney, was coming to the house the next day.
"What are you going to do?" Ryan asked. He tried to sound curious, supportive, and keep the longing hope out of his voice.
"I'm going to end it. I can't be with her anymore. It's not fair to her," Luke said firmly, trying to rally himself before telling himself silently, "Or for us."
The next morning, Britney finally got to the house. She and Luke were talking in the kitchen, having a conversation that Luke had insisted he would have despite the predictable discomfort. Ryan was in his room doing some class work with his headphones on at first, more to distract his mind than anything, but he was insanely curious what would happen. He slipped the headphones off his ears and listened intently.
It wasn't subtle.
Luke let her know that he had to break up with her. She was shocked, distraught, angry. It had come out of nowhere to her, which Luke couldn't argue against. She shouted, asking if he had cheated on her or found someone else and Ryan couldn't help but appreciate the craft when Luke (truthfully) insisted he had never touched and was not interested in another woman. He just felt like they were interested in different things in life and it was time for them to break it off. From within his bedroom, Ryan could hear the litany of obscenities hurled at Luke and the unmistakable crash of a meltdown as anything and everything was thrown at the walls and floors in Britney's understandable rage.
Ryan felt partly bad and even responsible, but this was quickly dispelled by the hope that emerged. He heard her gather her things from the bedroom and leave. He didn't cheer or celebrate, though he desperately wanted to.
Ryan emerged from his room to see Luke sitting in the kitchen.
