Housemates

TWENTY SEVEN

Bas traced his finger tips over the still sensitive lips. It’s been more than twenty four hours, yet he’s still feeling P’Godt in his body. The memory of tall man’s hands, and mouth in his body still imprinted on his mind.

He licked his slightly swollen lips, blinking rapidly. Whole day, yesterday, he’d been like a sleep walker. He walked from class to class like a ghost. He did his work and daily rituals on autopilot. There’s only one predominant thought in his mind.

P’Godt.

His lips would curve up involuntarily in the middle of a lecture making his fellow students eye him strangely. All the songs playing in his iPod reminded him of the tall man. There is a skip in his steps and a hum in his lips constantly.

He sighed.

“You’re drooling on your breakfast.” Someone slapped him on the back, making him jump seven feet up and topple off his chair on to the floor in his ass.

“The fuck!” Bas cried glaring up at maliciously sniggering P’Tee, down from the floor.

“You were day dreaming.” Tee snorted taking a large bite out of his apple.

“A’P’Tee, did you have to shout like that?” Bas grumbled, getting to his feet and rubbing his poor abused bum. He sat back properly in his seat and picked his spoon back up from his bowl of serials.

Just then Copter appeared from his room wearing a fleeces turtle neck sweater.

“Morning….” He mumbled, dragging his feet to the kitchen.

“Why are you wearing turtle neck in this awfully warm weather?” Tee asked casually, sitting on the breakfast table next to Bas. They both stared when Copter dropped several instant noodles packets to the floor clumsily, shooting them a hesitant glance.