Bed Partners

One Sided

(QING)

Two days of living with Dayu and I realized that I should have thought about those rules more.

No, just one night of letting Dayu sleep in my condo and I realized my mistake of not imposing the "earphone" rule.

"You should use earphone when you will watch something in your laptop. The sounds carry in the rooms here." I said to Dayu yesterday after coming home from work. I went to work with Dayu still sleeping so I can only talk to him after I got back home from the office.

"Oh," Dayu had the grace to blush a little. Then he gave me a cheeky smile, "Did you hear? I have a problem sleeping in new beddings and places. If the surroundings is unfamiliar to me, my insomia act up. Porn makes me sleepy. I know, weird, but that's me. If I can't sleep, I watch porn and voila, I can get to sleep."

Yeah...while I woke up hearing some guy pornstar asking someone to "fuck me harder" and "spray it on my face". I have no idea how many videos Dayu played that night or if he has it on a player and they autoplayed but I think I learned a thing or two about gay porn and sex.

Fisting is not really enjoyable, right? And what are those butt plugs for? I know they are for butts but really, what is their purpose?

"I can explain them if you want," Dayu batted his eyelashes to me when I wondered about those things loudly.

"Never mind. I am fine..." I said before turning to walk to my room so I can change my clothes.

"Hey," Dayu called after me. "Don't research weird things on the internet now. You cannot trust the net that much. If you have questions, ask me. Okay?"

I ignored him.

What I cannot ignore is Dayu's penchant for walking around the condo on his underwear. And parading his scantily clad body in front of me.

I mean, does Dayu have anything to be ashamed of? Not really. He looks fine. More than fine. His muscles are not as defined as mine but it's obvious that Dayu takes care of his body. He is fit and sinewy and his skin looks...

Just fine.

In all honesty, I don't want to think too much about his body. I don't want to assume again that I had a threesome with him. But I am now more sure than ever that I know what Dayu looks like when he is naked. I felt like his exposed body is familiar to me.

Should I have imposed a "always be dressed" rule? Or at least be properly dressed when we are both in the house? I mean, I am not protesting on Dayu's choice of clothes, or lack thereof. I don't find his body offensive or anything. But...something is going on and I am getting confuse.

I watched him as Dayu poured soda on a glass filled with cubed ice. Without shirt or underwear. Just a pair of thin grey colored sweats. I can totally see that he had no underwear beneath it. His sweat pants are so thin it leaves little to the imagination. His asscheeks are shaped perfectly by the sweats like it's a glove. Glove for butt? What?

"Do you want some?" Dayu smiled as he look back at me while arranging his drink and snack.

Some of what? His butt? What?

"What?" I feel totally stupid asking that. Which is a feat cause I am smart. But...this, us living together, is making me stupid. And confuse, like I said.

"Some soda," Dayu specified.

Yes, I need a drink. But not soda. What I want is something with strong alcohol on it. And a lot. I felt parched. My throat drying up.