The Hamptons' House

1988 - Part 2

Tony found you asleep in a pile of bodies, sprawled out over the couch in the living room. Everyone was in a state of undress and you seemed to have been left in just your panties. He was already starting to sober up and he'd come to you via the kitchen and downed a bottle of strawberry lemonade to help keep back the inevitable hangover he was going to wake up with. He was about to head up to bed - the party well and truly over - when he remembered that you needed a place to stay. To ensure that happened, he needed to get you out of the living space. He shook you awake and watched in amusement as you blinked up at him and looked around at the people around you.

"Hey," he said in a loud whisper. "The cleaners will come through in the morning and chase people out. Come up to my room and they'll leave you alone."

You looked around confused but wriggled out of the people and got to your feet. You searched the pile of bodies, picked up a jacket, and put it on. He chuckled as you patted your pockets and sighed in relief when you found your wallet.

"Okay?" he asked.

You nodded and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. You followed after him in a daze as he led you through it to the secret door to his private staircase. He led you up into the room as he started rummaging around for some sweats to put on. You gasped as you looked around the room.

He knew why. His room wasn't as big or spectacular as the master but it was close. The thing it had that his parent's room didn't was an uninterrupted view of the beach and the ocean. It was beautiful at night, the dark of the ocean reflecting the endless dark of the night sky above.

"It's beautiful," you said, approaching the windows.

Tony watched as you looked over the series of desks that were spread from the wall and halfway along the bay window. They were littered with computers and circuit boards, an oscilloscope, soldering irons, stacks of notebooks, and other things he used while he was either studying or tinkering with new ideas. He liked working in here. There was something about staring out over the ocean that helped him clear his head.

He went to his drawer and pulled on a pair of sweats before climbing into bed.

"You gonna sleep?" he asked.

"Oh, right," you said, taking off your jacket and hanging it over the back of one of his chairs. He took a moment to look you over in the moonlight. Tony had lost his virginity pretty young and already his number was higher than average. But he never woke up with people. The occasional friend, sure. But stranger? Never. He figured there were worse people to wake up to.

You climbed into bed with him and moved in close like you were seeking out the warm bodies you'd left behind downstairs. He wasn't much of a cuddler either but as your arms closed around him he had to admit it felt nice. Maybe it wasn't so much that he wasn't a cuddler, as no one ever really cuddled him.

It wasn't long until you were snoring beside him and he had drifted off with you. He slept late and woke to you shifting beside him. "Hey," he said, his voice a little gravelly with sleep and dehydration.

"Hey," you replied, rolling over and looking at him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Not hungover if that's what you're asking" you replied as you traced your fingers up over his hips. "I wasn't drinking. Kinda... confused. Messed up. I was supposed to be here all week with my boyfriend. Now I don't get either. And I have to go get my things from his house and deal with his parents. And then get a bus. And then deal with my parents."

Tony smiled and ran his thumb down your jaw. "You can stay here with us if you like. I have a spare room and a pool. No reason to not have a vacation. I'm going back into the city at the end of the week anyway."