Hide Your Heart

The Next Morning

Around nine the next morning, Tommy began to wake up from his very painful hangover. Sitting up, he saw Paul sitting in the chair next to the t.v.  watching the National News. Clearing his throat, he said, "Paul? Did I get carried away last night? I don' remember much."

Hearing Tommy's voice, Paul turned and replied, "I wasn't there so I have no idea what you drank or how much. Ask the red head I'm not supposed to talk to!"

Tommy winced from the sharp tone of his boyfriend's voice. "I--I th-thought we went together. S-s-sorry." He shook his head to try to clear it before standing up. "I-I-I'm sorry. I screwed up. I'll leave. I'm not worthy of you."

Hearing that diffused Paul's temper. "No baby. I should have gone with you. I forgot you don't hold your liquor well. Come on, take a shower and we'll go for breakfast." "Please don't ever think you're worthless."

Tommy hadn't even made it to the bathroom yet before his stomach started rejected the excess whiskey. He threw up out the window which Paul had opened earlier. "Oh God! Just let me die and I'll never drink again!" Tommy replied as he continued to puke. Finally, he was finished and laid his head on the window sill. 

Paul wanted to say something rude but he refrained. "It will be okay soon." "Come on, Let's go see about cleaning you up."

He helped Tommy back inside and into the bathroom. "Sit so I can turn on the shower." "I'll join you if you want."

Tommy just nodded as he let Paul undress him. He hoped like hell all he had done was just get drunk. "C-c-could I ask you something?" "H-h-ow did I get b-back to the room?"

"I was coming to get something and I saw you there so I carried/drug you back." He told Tommy about trying to go out and play golf in his boxers too. "You yelled at me and then went back to sleep. I actually regret not letting you do it now. Knowing how shy you are though, I just couldn't."

"I woulda died from embarrassment. Eric did that once. I had to tie a sheet around him and carry him to the car, stuff him in and lock the doors so I could go retrieve his clothes. He had NOTHING on but a red bandanna." "All we had to drink were two bottles of Jack and Coke."

"You almost had the same." replied Paul as he took his shirt off. "In we go in about five minutes."

Paul had already undressed Tommy all the way and finished with his clothes before leading them to the shower. He was hoping the shower would sober up his boyfriend. While washing Tommy's back, Paul noticed the chain to the necklace was tangled in Tommy's curls. "I'm going to untangle the necklace. Hold still for a sec."

While Paul worked with the necklace, Tommy let the hot water run over his body. Closing his eyes, he began to fantasize about him and Paul making love. He let out a soft moan giving himself away. "Paul---don' stop!" "I want you to touch me."

Hearing the ecstasy filled moan, Paul started laughing. "Wow, maybe this didn't turn out so bad after all." When he ran his fingers across Tommy's shoulders, he felt Tommy relax and turn around. "So....you want me to touch you, eh? I can do that. Where do you want me to touch you?" he whispered in Tommy's ear.

Tommy blushed and looked at Paul with his hazel eyes. "I, um, I didn't mean for you to hear that."

Paul then whispered something that made Tommy go even redder.