DIRTY LAUNDRY

08

The sweetness of you on my tongue,
I breathed you in, you filled my lungs •

I woke up at approximately 10am the next day, nauseous with a splitting headache. My eyes were practically glued together and my eyelids were so heavy I could barely keep them open. It took me quite a while to figure out I'm not alone in my bed. Then it hit me; Jack dared me to kiss him last night. Holy fuck.
I turned around and saw his face, inches away from mine, only now he was sleeping like a drunk baby.
Me on the other hand, I could hear myself blink. I wanted to get up but I just couldn't so I rolled back and put my arm over Jack; I swear I was still a bit drunk. After a minute or so, I also figured out that we were both naked under the covers and I should have been shocked but with everything that's been going on I wasn't; I was incapable of thinking. This was by far the worst hangover ever. I was trying to remember the details of last night but I drifted back to sleep.

"Oh, fuck!" Jack was grunting with his head leaned on my shoulder, his lips looking for mine, desperate for a kiss. My fingers were wrapped around his dick, moving faster, tightening the grip every once in a while.

"Oh, yeah, keep going, you're gonna make me cum." He was panting like crazy, I thought he was gonna pass out or something but I listened to him and kept on going. His body started shivering as he was closer and closer. A few seconds of my magic fingers and cum was dripping down them as he released himself, hot moans escaping his mouth.

"Jesus, Alex... I don't think I can jerk myself off this good, holy shit!" He mumbled into my face, his lips pressing on mine yet again.

"Anytime." I said. We were both laying in bed, next to each other all sticky from sweat.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He said.

"Sure." I replied, trying to think of what he might want to know but I quickly stopped, because my drunk brain pretty much equals mush.

"Does what we just did make me gay?"
He asked.

"I don't know, why?" I wanted to know.

"Just wondering." He replied and I must confess that I was a bit disappointed. I did not expect anything from the start, I've heard plenty of stories and seen enough to know that if a guy lets you jerk him off, it does not necessarily mean he wants you. But still, I guess I just like him a little too much.

He then spooned me, put his hand over me and whispered 'good night' in my ear.

"Good night Jack." I replied and closed my eyes.

"Hey Lex?" He then said.

"Yeah?"

"I like you. Really." He added. I was speechless, grasping what he just said. It didn't get my hopes up, since he was plowed, but it did shake me to the core.

I woke up again after three more shitty hours of sleep, not even thinking of going to my 4pm class. I was incapable of breathing at the moment and my headache was still pretty bad. I wasn't nauseous anymore, just hungry and in need of coffee or tea or something. Jack was still out, I don't know how he does it, really; drink so much and not be hungover the next day. I was literally half dead.

"Morning." He said a minute later, yawning and then looking at me.

"Morning." I replied and smiled at him as much as I could, which was just a little bit because my face hurt. My everything hurt.