I'll tell you in 30 years

16 - The Morning After

I woke up, in a very familiar room, on a very familiar bed, next to a very familiar body. Raised my banket, thank God I was not completely naked, still had my boxers on.

He sensed that I was awake, started mumbling with his eyes closed, "How you feeling? Need water?" His hands just pulled me down on the bed, and I couldn't help staring, at his sleepy face, at the room, at his chest.

Dafuq!

Why am I here?

I quickly got up from bed...stumbled my way to the bathroom and washed my face and slapped it. Wake up! Wake up! And get out! The marching band residing in my head, didn't help...not at all. My throat was sore, so perched, so dry.

I turned around, and there he was, standing at the door, bleary face and all, naked, except for his boxer. He passed me a bottle of uncapped mineral water, "Drink, you need to hydrate."

Like a child, I obediently gulped down the bottle and asked him, "Why am I here?"

"You don't remember what happened yesterday?", he stared at me intensively, moving closer, took off his boxer and went into the shower.

Please, no X-rated scene, so early in the morning. I was not awake enough to enjoy it.

What is it with hot guys in shower scene? The rain shower poured on his body, wetting his tousled-up hair, dripped on his face and went all the way down to his toned legs. He started shampooing his body.

Couldn't help but stared, and my lower half responded accordingly. He glanced at my awaken little brother and smiled knowingly.

Just get out, just get out, my brain was sending SOS alert, but my stubborn legs refused to listen. After what seemed like an eternity, he got out from the shower, grabbed a towel, and started drying his body. Tied the towel around his waist and walked over and gave me a peck on my forehead.

Didn't know which was louder, the marching band pounding on my head, or my treacherous heart pulsing at 200 beats/min.

"Let me brush my teeth and I will cook breakfast for you. Go and shower!" Took off my boxer and pushed me inside the shower and switched on the water. Lukewarm, exactly how I liked it. He saw me standing there like a statue, "Do you need me to shampoo you?"

Err...yes please. He was so near me, can I sniff him? His musky earthy smell, laced with the citrus bath & body shampoo. Freaking delicious, just a sniff, just a lick, from his neck, right down to his ................, one lick, one lick will do. It was not as if, we had not done it a million times before.

The image of him, bending my body, thrusting in and out, grunting and screaming at me, "Don't clench so hard, you are so tight, so tight....", my hands on the bathroom wall, my feet turned into jelly fish. Him holding my ass, pounding, thrusting, in and out, in and out...until we were totally spent. Then he would hold me up, shampooing me, his big warm hands crawling all over my body, my neck, my breast, my chest, my ass, and the tip of my cock. Lukewarm water, citrus shampoo, laced with a musky scent.

"No" Quickly pushed him out from the shower and pumped the shampoo.

Mercifully, he walked out, and I was left alone with my thoughts, and my disobedient little brother.

After settling down my brother and showering, I looked around. At the bathroom and bedroom...what has changed?

Seemed like nothing, nothing much. Except for my side table, usually packed with my hp and charger was clean. I opened the wardrobe, my side, all the clothes I left behind, were still hanging there. Took out a new boxer, from his side, grabbed a t-shirt and shorts, quickly dressed myself.

Couldn't find the clothes that I wore yesterday. I guessed he cleaned it.

And walked into the kitchen....

He was washing something on the sink and just turned around when he heard my footsteps.

"Eat something," he pointed at the island, a bowl of piping hot instant porridge, "Coffee is not good for you now, drink water."

"Why didn't you dry your hair properly?" He walked out and came back with a huge towel, pushed me down on the high stool chair and started wiping my hair.

"Drink water first!" He passed me a bottle of cool mineral water, "Your throat must be hurting."

"Er........." Gulped down the water, thirstily and kept looking at him. I was confused, how did I end up here. Why is the whole bloody scene looked so natural?

He bends his head and wants to give me another peck on my forehead, but I quickly pushed his head away.

Break up means break up. You have someone else in your life already. Do you even know, how much it took for me to break up with you? Do you know how painful it was for me, during our last weekend together, knowing that you don't have me in your heart anymore, knowing you have touched someone else, like you touched me? That I had to swallow all the bitterness, the anger, the sourness, so that we could have a good ending.

When you were pounding me, grunting, and moaning, the scenes in my head were you and her. You, caressing her breast, you, fingering her vagina, you, inserting your cock in, into her. You, kissing and spooning her.

But that wasn't the most painful scene. The most painful was watching your bts videos with her, you, laughing, giggling, and hovering over her. The looks that you gave her, like an adored lover. Your awkward smiles when she talked about you in the interviews. You, holding the mike for her, with your smitten looks. All these, used to belong to me, are now given to her. That was the most painful.

So, Jun, as painful as my throat was, it was just 1% of the pain in my heart. It was nothing, nothing in comparison.

I stood up, "Thanks! Where is my wallet?"

"Inside your drawer."

I walked into the bedroom, opened my side drawer, and took out my wallet.

"Thanks, sorry for troubling you.", and walked to the door.

"Wait! You leaving now? Eat a bit first!" Pointed at the porridge again. The porridge looked like lava from hell.

"Can't eat!"

He quickly grabbed his car keys and walked with me. I looked at him, he explained, "You don't have your hp with you, let me drop you off"

I didn't know, was this a new practise, each time, someone drove me from Jun's house to YBY, it would be a very quiet journey.