Business With Pleasure | 2gether AU

11 - Watever

I didn't know how long we sat there, holding each other. I closed my eyes and let myself be comforted by Wat's fingers running through my hair and his warm breath against my cheek.

At long last, the tears stopped flowing, my sobs abated into tiny hiccups, and my nose wasn't snotty anymore.

I disengaged my arms, a tad reluctantly, from around Wat.

"Are you feeling better now" asked Wat gently, lifting my chin up to meet my eyes.

I nodded. "I'm sorry I got snot and tears on your t-shirt. And I may have also drooled on it a little bit when bawling my eyes out. You might want to burn this t-shirt later."

"Nonsense. I'm going to preserve it forever"

"Fong would say it is unsanitary"

"Well good thing Fong isn't here"

"At the very least you should change into something that is less slimy and damp. You can wear one of my shirts."

"Okay" said Wat and stood up in a fluid motion. He gave me his hand. "Help me find one."

I took his hand and got up. The contact sent sparks down my arm and through my body.

I thanked my luck for the lack of lights in the balcony. I probably looked hideous.

He didn't let go of my hand as we walked to my room literally five paces away. I wished the apartment was larger so my room would be further away and we could have held hands for longer.

Wat walked straight to my cupboard and began to look through the clothes he had helped me put away earlier.

I stood awkwardly near my bed, not really knowing what to say or do. My hands and feet felt too large for my body, and in the light of my room, I was conscious of my grubby, tear-stained face.

I glanced at my bed. One corner of the bedspread was askew and I focussed all my attention on the slightly crooked pattern.

"Could you close the door please, Tine?" said Wat. I raised my head to look at Wat and my jaw dropped.

He was standing before me, shirtless.

His chest and shoulders were well-muscled, hard and broad. His biceps bulged deliciously. His pecs were buff, his perky nipples dark and ready to be nibbled on, his perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs dipped gracefully into the V of his pelvis, a dark thin line of hair led down into his jeans that sat low on his hips.

I found my cheeks blazing and averted my eyes even though I wanted nothing more than to stare at Wat for hours. And maybe do more than just stare.

Stop your perverted dribbles, Tine.

"S-Sure. I'll step out" I stammered, nervous as hell. I turned right around and walked to the door.

I found the air whooshing out of my lungs by Wat's body trapping mine against the door that he pushed closed.

"I didn't ask you to leave, Tine" he whispered against my ear. A small moan escaped my mouth and I burned red.

"O-okay" I managed to whimper.

The heat of his body left me and I realized he had moved away from me.

I blew out a puff of air. I looked down and saw Tine Junior standing at attention, saluting the magnificence of the man who had just shoved his half-naked body against mine.

"Down, traitor" I whispered to myself. I tried to quickly think of things that would lessen my erection before I turned around.

Okay, an insect crawling up my foot. Frogs eating insects. Dogs barfing. Babies pooping.