We're all starting to wind down in the early morning hours, after partying the evening and most of the night away. My boyfriend and I's friend, Zack, was kind enough to host our New Year's get together and we certainly had a lot of fun. A few friends headed home with a DD, while one grabbed a spot on the couch to almost immediately pass out in. Zack went into his bedroom, while my boyfriend, James, and I tidied up the empty cans and cups from around the living room.
"Lemme tuck you into bed, I can finish this up here," James offers with a kiss on my cheek, wrapping his arm around my waist. It's nearing 3 am at this point and I'm feeling pretty sleepy, so I gladly let him take me to Zack's room to lay down.
He pushes open the door to an already dark room, and Zack greets us in a sing-song voice.
"Hiiiiiii baaaabiessss!" he says, opening his arms up wide from his tucked-in position in bed. "You guys coming to bed with meee?"
"Just her for now, I have some cleaning to finish up first. Shouldn't be long," James replies.
I walk to the other side of the bed and climb in. It feels like it's memoryfoam, nice. My clothes aren't the best choice to sleep in, but I forgot to bring anything for pyjamas so they'll have to do. This bra, however, must come off. If I learned anything in Girl Scouts, it's how to get changed without getting naked. Skillfully, I undo my bra and through secret girl magic, take it off from underneath my longsleeve top. Tossing it aside, I'm ready for bed.
James comes over and gives me a kiss, but before he can escape back to the living room, Zack insists on getting a goodnight kiss, too. My boyfriend obliges, maybe a little too easily, but they've always been really close and jokingly flirt all the time. I mean, I get it. They're both hot.
James leaves, closing the door behind him, and Zack and I get comfortable under the covers. He lays on his back, and I on my side facing him. I shiver a little, which I can't help, since I always run cold. Zack looks over and scoots his arm under me, pulling me in to lay on his chest.
"How are you shivering, you feel like a space heater!" he says with a laugh.
"I don't get it either, it's like I just radiate all my heat away," I attempt to explain. The snuggling is nice, though.
His arms wrap around me and hold me close, and I relax into him. He asks if that's better, and I nod against his chest. One hand starts to gently rub my back and I nestle into him, hitching one leg over his. We chat about the events of the night, the silly games we played, and how drunk everyone else was while omitting how tipsy we still are.
At a lull in the conversation, I turn over to face the other way and Zack follows, getting close and spooning me. His arms hug me again, and he nestles his face in the crook of my shoulder. We lay like this for a while, just enjoying being close and cozy. I notice, though, every once in a while Zack will... adjust himself. I say nothing about it, taking it as him trying to remain polite about the situation. In the back of my mind, I'd love nothing more than to grind back on him and make him even harder.
The door opens and James comes in.
"Hey guys. Sorry that took a while, Derek woke up and got lost on the way to the bathroom." He takes off his shirt and pants and crawls into bed next to me, sandwiching me between the two men.
