Disturbing the Peace (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Kallum's POV

I gave myself a quick once over in the mirror, trying to decide whether I looked like I could pull off this look during the day. My hair was a plain state of emergency; my usual styled-within-an-inch-of-it’s-life look was nowhere to be seen.  I grimaced while trying to run my fingers through the knots so it resembled less of a bird’s nest and more of an ‘I just had hot sex’ messy. Truth be told, I had just had hot sex, well last night I had. I usually don’t stick around for the awkward after tryst chat or sleep the night ever, so waking up in some random guy’s bed had been disorientating at first.

Jake. His name was Jake. I would high-five myself for remembering his name but I don’t want to wake the snoring beast. It was 8am and I really needed to remove myself from this potentially cringe-worthy situation pronto but I could not be seen like this in public. I had bags under my eyes and as of yet I still hadn’t managed to track down the shirt I had been wearing last night. So as much as I loved being half-naked in a sexy guy’s bedroom it was not ideal when trying to make a quick getaway.

Deciding I would have to forfeit the shirt I rummaged in an open drawer near the mirror. I rifled through a number of shirts discarding those I didn’t like before pulling out a black shirt from the bottom of the pile. I smiled as I reassessed myself. This shirt although slightly too big was definitely more my style, with the printed rainbow unicorn on the front, than Jake’s from what I could remember. The fuzziness of alcohol impaired memories made me unsure as to whether what I was remembering were indeed memories or imaginative dreams. I decided to quietly sneak over to the bed to check out whether I was correct in remembering just how hot Jake had been last night.

I tiptoed over trying to not trip over furniture and clothing that was spread all over the floor. The dimly lit room made every obstacle potentially injury inducing as I kept running into and stumbling over things. I finally made it to the side of the bed and the sight before me almost had me removing all my clothes and getting back into bed with him.

The sheets were pulled down low, only just covering his hips but allowing me a very decent view of his toned and tanned skin. His abs were mouth-watering and flashbacks of me licking them last night had me getting slightly uncomfortable downstairs. As my eyes roamed north, I noticed his sculpted arms and chest. Physically he looked stronger than me but I’d say height wise we were pretty much even. His face was framed by a mass of unruly dark curls and his strong jaw line was just beginning to show signs of regrowth. He was super hot and once again I had to stop myself from climbing back into bed and rubbing myself all over him.

A little upset that I was going to leave with just my memories of our steamy night I had a genius idea and removed my phone from my pocket. Quickly opening the camera app I turned the phone to silent and took some cheeky photos of him sleeping. Then thinking I’d better have proof I was actually there in person, I held my arm out and took a selfie of my sexy self next to his sexy self. Then suddenly the biggest lightbulb ever went off in my head. All that was running through my head was VIDEO. Momentarily tossing up the ethics I decided it was a once in a lifetime opportunity that could not be wasted. It would be a long time before I could bag a hottie of this standard again (mainly due to lack of hotties, not trying) and therefore I had to seize the opportunity and make the most of it.

I opened up the video application on my phone and directed the lens towards his face. I hit record and then slowly began panning down, making sure to linger on all the good stuff. Thinking that the audience (mainly me) was now fully invested and I couldn’t tease them with just the face, chest and abs, only to cut the show short before the final act. My heartbeat picked up a notch as I quickly reached over and threw back the sheet, making sure to get good footage of his morning package before aiming the lens slowly back up his body. I giggled slightly as I thought about how now I could rewatch this over and over.  The lens of the camera finally panned back over his face and his emerald green eyes shone out from his face as I looked for the stop record button.