Doggy Style

Bishie King

Trip's POV

I was not prepared for waking up naked in some random guy's house. I was even less prepared for said random guy to look like a supermodel. Jet black hair, fashioned into a stunningly crisp undercut. Eyes so blue they made the sky look grey. Teeth so white, it hurt to look at them. Fantastic legs, and his upper body was probably nothing to sneeze at either. But, of course, me being my awkward self, the first thing I managed to say was that I wasn't getting nasty with his rose bushes....if he even had any. I buried my head in my hands and groaned, definitely not sounding like an extremely disgruntled moose. Great. Told Bishie king over here something dumb....someone please shoot me.

"Uh, yeah. I kinda guessed. Are you alright?" The supermodel esque stranger asked, completely frozen in place and visibly shaking, probably from fear.

"Um, kinda, I guess. I just, uh...didn't expect to be in a stranger's house...naked." I answered as I slowly wrapped the blanket around my waist, increasingly aware of the Bishie king's eyes continually flicking down.

"Oh, uh....yeah, I can understand that. I, uh, might have some clothes that might fit you. My older brother visits sometimes, and he's....decently sized." Bishie king said, his eyes darting from one side of the room to another, apparently having noticed his glances as well. "M-my name's Russel, by the way. Russel Hayes. B-but you can just call me Russ."

I stared at his lips as they moved before noticing his suddenly outstretched hand. "Oh! Uh, my name's Trip....Trip Anderfall." I replied as I shook his hand and begged the universe to spare me the usual jokes.

"That's an....interesting name. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you....properly. The, uh, bathroom is over there. I'll bring over some clothes so you're not waltzing around in the nude." Mr. Perfect finished before awkwardly waddling over to the back of the house.

I sighed as I stood up, internally cursing myself for my lack of suave personality. "Why do terrible things always happen to half-decent people?"

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Never before had I showered in such a fancy bathroom, least of all one belonging to a stranger. Lots of seashells, some pictures that seemed to be made by Mr. Perfe- I mean Russel! Made by Russel. They were made up of craft sand and real seashells, as well as rice and fake grass as palm trees. I suppose it gave the pictures texture - texture that could be felt as well as seen. I admired the pictures for two or three minutes when somebody - presumably Russel - knocked on the door. Opening the door, I found that it was indeed the beautiful, gorgeous Russel. He was holding some folded clothing, as well as a towel.

"Um, feel free to take all the time you need. And just....please don't break anything. I can't afford to replace anything with what little money I have left after just paying rent." Russel said softly through the gap in between the door and it's frame.

His eyes were just so goddamn blue! I stared for while before realising that I was being rude by keeping him waiting. I took the clothing and mumbled a quiet thanks before closing the door. Why do I have to be so fucking awkward?