Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 11: Discharged.

Saxon was flushing the dirty tissues away in my ensuite toilet when Taylor returned with refreshments. He pulled back the privacy curtain and placed the cardboard tray, containing three takeaway cups and a variety of the packaged biscuits you usually found in hotel bedrooms, on the bedside cabinet.

I noticed that one of the plastic lidded cups didn't have the telltale sign of a string hanging from it, indicating it was a tea. "You got me a mocha?"

Taylor nodded as he handed it to me. "When I saw it was a Costa Coffee franchise I knew you would want one."

He handed Saxon one of the teas and produced individual cartons of milk, sugar and stirrers from his pocket.

"I've gotta shoot," Saxon announced as he removed the teabag from the cup.

I smiled as he looked aimlessly around to see where he could dispose of it. Shoot? Haven't you just done that in my mouth?

Taylor, bless him, came to the rescue and took the teabag from him and put it in a small waste bag hanging from the bedside locker.

"I'll catch up with you as soon as you get out of here," Saxon continued, as he made more rubbish, in the form of empty sugar packets and a wooden stirrer. Taylor took those from him too and disposed of them.

Saxon replaced the plastic lid and took a swig. "Not bad tea, Taylor. Thanks." He ruffled my hair. "Call me soon Bro, yes?" His eyes lingered on my lips for a moment before he smiled, picked up the only packet of chocolate biscuits, and walked away.

Saxon amazed me. He could go from being a sex mate to being my stepbrother in the blink of an eye. Within the space of a few selected words he could turn from fuck buddy to brother with such ease while I was unable to distinguish between the two.

His seemingly rapid departure saddened me. We had hardly talked, but it wasn't lost on me that once he had got what he came for he had quickly buggered off. I know we are just meant to be sex mates, but surely a little more time spent together, talking, touching, getting to know each other's needs, each other's desires wouldn't harm?

Taylor must have noticed my sudden change of mood. "He's  a strange one. He made such a fuss about coming to see you and he's here for twenty odd minutes and then he's on his toes."

"He got what he came for, Taylor, and then left."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Y-y-you mean he fucked you...? Here...? On the hospital bed?"

I chuckled at the faces he was pulling and gave the hand sign for a blow job.

"You never!"

I nodded.

"Huh! I thought it was odd that the curtain was partly drawn around the bed but I would never have guessed that you would've clarified things between you that way." He sat on the edge of my bed. "Did you talk things through though, or did you have your mouth full the whole time!"

"There wasn't much to clarify. He's not my boyfriend, Taylor. He's a sex mate. He didn't come for sex though..., that just happened..... He came to find out why I wasn't sticking with our agreement."

"Agreement?"

"Yeah! He wanted to know if I went out to hook up with someone else... You see...., I'm not allowed to fuck with anyone else and by going out looking for trade I was breaking the exclusivity part of our agreement."

"Jeez Freddie! That sounds more like a controlling boyfriend than a so-called sex mate to me. I can't see you containing your needs to just the set days of the week you hook up with him? You get horny practically everyday. You need a proper boyfriend not a sex mate."