The House by the River

Chapter 11

A/N:  The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Mean's POV

I was actually awakened by the sound of P'Title's phone ringing but I kept still and kept my eyes closed.

Because he was mumbling on the phone, I could not hear exactly what he said, but it seemed like the caller wanted him to go out and meet up with the caller.

I felt P'Title getting out of bed and leaving the room. I wondered who the caller was.  I was guessing that it could be Cooheart because he was the only one among us who wasn't in the house.

As soon as P'Title left the room and closed the door after him, I shifted my position on the bed to face Plan who was sleeping with his back to me.

He was not snoring but his breathing was audible. His face looked so peaceful.

As if my arm had a will of its own, I found it slowly going under the blanket and my hand creeping under Plan's pajama top.

My hand kept creeping from his waist and upward to his chest.

No sooner than my palm had run across his nipple when he suddenly shot up into a sitting position.

"What in bloody hell were you doing just now, Mean???"

Oh, shit, how was I going to answer his question? That I was feeling horny for him and could not keep my hands to myself because he was lying there beside me, just ripe for the picking?

"I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... " I hated myself for stammering so badly, making it harder for me to claim that I was innocent.

Plan had now sat upright against the headboard, his hands folded across his chest, his face wearing a stern expression.

"Please, Plan," I said, "it's not what you're thinking."

"And what do you think I'm thinking?" Plan asked.

Shit, he wasn't going to make it easy for me.

"That I ... that I ... "  goddammit I was stammering again!

Plan interrupted me.

"Seeing as how you have suddenly lost your ability to speak properly, I am going to assume the worst," he said.

He was now brandishing his index finger against my face.

"Mean, I am going to pretend that what you did just a while ago did not happen," Plan was saying.

I heaved out a sigh of relief.

"...  but if it happens again," (oh shit, the drama wasn't over yet), "I will be forced to ask P'Gun to let me transfer to his room, and if he asks why, I'm gonna tell him that it's because you cannot keep your hands to yourself.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said with a mock serious expression on my face.

"You better take me seriously," Plan said. "You don't wanna earn the reputation among the rest of our co-actors of being a sex offender."

"I promise I won't do it again, Plan," I said, and sincerely meant it.

"You better keep your promise," Plan said.

Both Plan and I were about to settle back into our lying positions on the bed when P'Title suddenly burst into the room. He was sobbing quietly.

"P'Title!" both Plan and myself exclaimed. "What happened?"

P'Title did not answer but just continued to sob quietly as if his heart was breaking.

For some reason, I felt like my heart was breaking as well.