(Note: This is the most awkward I've felt writing anything jesus christ)
“Pass me that towel will you?”
Damon is sitting up in my cramped bed as I roll over and take a dirty towel from my floor that I pass to him. He wipes away the mess on his stomach and lies down across me. We’ve both had a rough couple of days and this was most definitely needed. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my head and I relish in the feeling of warmth and comfortability.
“How did your exam go?” I ask him as I push my face into the crook of his neck. He giggles and his fingers tangle in the hair on the back of my head. I need to get it cut but I would hate to take away Damon’s ability to pull on it. He drives me crazy when he does things like that.
“I failed it. I know I did.” He chuckles as he plays with the loose threads on the thin blanket that covers our bottom halves. I’m cold but I don’t say anything. Damon has enough warmth for us to share. He’s a very sunshiny person and can usually brighten up anyone's day. I get up and steal a cigarette from the half empty pack in the back pocket of his jeans that are lying haphazardly on my cluttered floor.
Laying back down, I light it and take a drag before passing it to Damon. He happily takes it and we share until there's nothing left between our fingers but burning filter. I stub it out in the ashtray beside my bed.
“I have to work tomorrow.” I breathe and stare up at the popcorn ceiling above me and try to focus on how ugly it is. Who in their right mind thought popcorn ceilings were a good idea? It looks like someone painted rocks into the ceiling. I also just recently found out that the paint they used to use contains asbestos, so Dave, Damon and I are probably all going to die premature deaths.
"What do you mean? I thought you worked your shift yesterday.” I’m brought out of my thoughts on the design flaws of the house as I turn to see Damon’s wide, almost childlike eyes stare back at me with a hint of concern lying deep inside his irises. He’s always worried about me staying in my line of work, but I can’t make a full on career change right now. This is just about the only thing I’m any good at which is sad to say but it’s true.
“I mean, Jarvis offered me extra.” I tell him, but his expression stays put. I thought that was enough of an explanation. It would have been for me. “It’s at a drug dealer’s house. The pay is going to be amazing.” I hope he understands. Damon and I have a very complicated friendship that lies on sex and genuine care for the other. We’ve talked about the idea of getting into a relationship, but it’s never been like that for us and I don’t want it to be. I’m fine right here where I am, tucked under his arm and sharing cigarettes as the smell of sex clings to our skin.
"I know that the money won’t disappoint, but is this the safest job you’ve taken?” His question sends a shiver up my spine. When Damon thinks something isn’t safe, it’s usually life threatening. He’s been in enough dangerous situations to know when to sit certain activities out. I on the other hand, do not. But we both know this job is unsafe so I don’t know why he had to point out the obvious and worry me once again.
“Let’s go shower. We both stink.” I point out as an attempt to change the subject. I can tell that Damon notices, but he just sighs and smiles.
“Yeah. You’re probably right.” He chuckles as he sits up and yawns. He stretches his limbs to wake himself up further, but his eyes immediately droop back to their sleepy state. He looks exhausted. I wonder how much sleep he’s been getting lately.
We shower together and tell ourselves it’s to save water. We both know that it’s not the only reason we’re showering together when I’m on my knees in front of him though. He’s moaning out obscenities as I swallow him down to the best of my abilities as he tugs harshly on my hair. I moan onto him as he hits the back of my throat and his fingers tighten. Water beats down on my back as he cums for the second time today. I’d never trade this in for the world.
“Was I good?” I ask as I ignore my reddened knees and wipe away at my mouth. Damon snakes his arms around my waist and kissed at my neck lovingly. I giggle and blush as his featherlight playful kisses turn to sucking and biting. A content sigh slips past my lips as he smiles against my neck.
“You always are.” He responds before lathering my body in his strawberry scented soap. He stops at my ribs and tickles me. I laugh and attempt to push him away but he’s relentless. He waits until I’m subtly gasping for air. He shoots me a cheeky grin as he shampoos his own hair.
“You’re a prick, you know that? That’s no way to treat someone who just gave you a blowjob.” I pout and he rolls his eyes before pressing his lips onto mine. He tastes like cigarettes and coffee. It’s quite intoxicating. His tongue runs along mine and I let out a content sight into his lips. He grips at my ass harshly and I yelp out in surprise, but
it gives him better access to my mouth. I love having time off at the same time as Damon, We always get up to plenty of fun together.
Soon after he deepens the kiss, he abruptly stops and shoots me a teasing smile. “You can’t do that!” I whine, but he just ignores me and continues to wash his body. Fucking tease. I sluggishly wash my hair and kiss the side of his head before stepping out of the shower and drying off. I take a long look in the foggy mirror and admire my own features. I may seem quite vain, but I just see it as self love. That might just be what I keep telling myself though.
I only pull on a pair of boxers before I fall back on my unmade bed. It smells like sweat and Damon’s cologne. Lying back down on the dirty sheets kind of defeats the purpose of taking a shower, but I don’t have the energy to care at this point. Damon appears in the door with a towel loosely hanging from his hips and another one in his hands being used dry his hair. I roll my eyes. What a waste of a towel.
“D’you fancy going out to the bar with Jamie and I?” He asks as I sit up and wrap my duvet around my body and play with one of the cigarette burn holes in it. When did I become so careless with my possessions?
“I guess.” I shrug. I don’t really want to third wheel tonight, but the only other plans I have for tonight is finishing my homework and jerking off. Jamie always has the best weed as well so at least I get rewarded in this situation. “Which bar though?”
“That really sleazy one next to that old laundromat.” He persuades me further. I’m always a sucker for dirty parties. The ones where you fear stepping on needles and contracting diseases just from having exposed skin are always the best places to meet interesting people because everyone is different, but you’re all there for one reason. To have a good time.
“What time are we leaving?” I smirk.
