From Your Wires to Your Core

A Blind Man and a Mute

Gavin hummed, contentment flooding his whole body as he shuffled closer to the warmth that encircled him. He was turned partly on his front, with a warm fleshy surface beneath his chest and stomach. In his sleepy haze, Gavin smiled. He didn't remember going out last night, but if he'd taken someone to bed, then who was he to complain? He trailed one hand across to find a perfectly formed hip, noting the presence of sweatpants. Maybe we got dressed after...Upon reflection, he didn't have that fucked out feeling he usually had after a good lay. He allowed his fingers to explore, moving up from the jutting hipbone to glide across the flawlessly soft flesh of his abs. He could feel firm muscles beneath. This guy is phcking ripped...

He slid higher, slightly confused by the lack of a ribcage. The muscles felt like they were sitting on a flat surface. Perfectly straight. It was weird. Gavin frowned a little until he found the fleshy mounds of the man's pecs. They were firm and plush beneath his hand. He felt the body quiver beneath his touch as his palm stroked over a hardened nub. A large hand enveloped his own, the arm around his waist stroking his lower back gently. The man was awake, but he didn't say anything. I wonder what it would take to make him speak...

Gavin bit his lip and bent his head, feeling unusually impish as he moved one leg, raising it to rest over his mystery partner's thigh. He felt the man twitch almost nervously as he rocked his hips, letting him feel his morning wood. He let out a small groan, partly on reflex and partly to garner a reaction. The hand on the base of his spine tightened slightly, a small intake of breath sounding somewhere above his head. I wonder what he looks like...His body is pretty phcking good. Did I pull off a miracle?

He nuzzled the naked flesh beneath his cheek sleepily and blinked his eyes open. Things were a little fuzzy in the morning light, though the curtains helped dampen it a little. As his eyes focused, he took in the pliant pale surface, flecked with perfectly scattered freckles. He breathed in tiredly, his body stiffening as he picked up nothing but the vaguest hint of thirium. No! Phck-no! I wouldn't! He jerked upright. Shocked green met startled blue.

Good morning, Gavin. Did you sleep well? Nines seemed slight anxious as he watched Gavin slowly process what was happening. He didn't shrug Nines' arm away at first, but Nines slowly drew back. He could see that Gavin was getting increasingly uncomfortable. Do you remember what happened last night? Gavin winced as he thought back and finally remembered.

"Right, I had a nightmare, phck. I'm sorry," he sighed in mortification as he fell face down on the mattress and buried his face in his pillow. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten. Again. This was the second time he'd forgotten about Nines and ended up embarrassing himself. He'd ground his fucking cock into his thigh for fuck's sake! He cringed at the thought. He looked up as Nines gently tapped his arm, turning his head so that he could see his hands moving. He tried not to look too mortified as their eyes met.

It wasn't my intention to surprise you, however when I woke up you had rolled on top of me, and you looked so peaceful I didn't see the need to disturb you. Gavin knew he couldn't blame Nines. Nothing happened anyway, thank God. He tried to put aside the embarrassment he felt at how he'd felt him up. He winced as he imagined how much further he could have gone. Nines being non-verbal doesn't help either. He really would have kept going if he hadn't gotten curious about what the guy looked like. Nines would probably have just awkwardly accepted the unwanted contact.

"Sorry, you know...for touching you. I was tired, and when I felt someone else in the bed, I just thought..." He trailed off, turning his face into the pillow once more to wallow in shame with an almost pathetic groan. He felt a gentle hand on the back of his neck and shivered as it stroked lower over his covered spine. It felt nice, soothing. He turned his head as he felt Nines move. His body was propped up on one arm as he looked down at him softly. It was a look that Gavin didn't think he deserved. From anyone.