Long Way Down

Chris

Tyler’s POV

After waking up for the hundredth time on a nearly sleepless night of trying to push all Troye and Chris related thoughts on the back of my head and rolling around each inch of that hotel bed, I gave up trying to have a peaceful sleep and woke up for good. I looked up at the ceiling with both my hands resting on my forehead, my vision blurred from not wearing glasses but the flashbacks from last night more than clear inside my head.

I shut my eyes sternly, letting the memories of Troye’s lips on my skin make my blood run down my already hard morning erection, feeling a foreign bubbly feeling in my stomach as the memory of his lips pressed against mine rushed back into my head. I shook my head widening my eyes slightly, remembering what the real problem was.

Chris.

I didn’t even had the nerve to reply to his text last night, feeling too much of a disgusting human being for doing what I did to him. How was I even supposed to deal with this situation? Should I tell him what happened? Would it sound too boyfriend like if I did? It’s not like I cheated on him anyway, why was I feeling so bad about this whole thing in the first place?

It’s not like I liked Troye that way, what happened between us was nothing more than a desirous moment for both of us, he isn’t a threat of any kind for mine and Chris’ relationship. I know how jealous he is of Troye, I can’t let this stupid mistake get between us. I know how much it would probably eat me alive hiding this from him, but I couldn’t take the risk. Chris can never know about last night’s incident.

After a few hours of rolling in my bed and jumping from one bad thought to another, I checked the time on the hotel clock, groaning loudly when I realized it was still 11 am. I scrubbed my face harshly, getting my glasses from the nightstand and heading to the bathroom, not even bothering to check my phone before getting into the shower. I felt my muscles relax, the warm water caressing my stressed body gently, having a moment of blank thoughts for the first time in several hours.

I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel slightly more relieved, drying off my hair with a hand towel as I walked toward my bag to search for my clothes for the day. I nearly jumped when I heard the well-known Skype call ring echoing across the room on my forgotten laptop, not feeling the slightest prepared to face Chris just yet. I fought my will to ignore the call and walked towards my laptop, knowing that he would probably be worried given that I hadn’t answered any of his texts since yesterday.

I sat down on the bed with my computer before me, sighing deeply before pressing the ‘answer’ button.

“Hey Ty!” Chris said in his usual cheerful tone as soon as I answered the call, “Good morning…?” he added when he noticed my exposed chest, raising one eyebrow, giving me a playfully insinuative glare and a smirk as he checked me out shamelessly.

I rolled my eyes giggling slightly, finding almost funny how he was thanking about this when my thoughts were in completely opposite direction as his’.

“Hey babe, I just got out of the shower,” I replied to him trying to keep the most believable smile I could, cutting his joking short, not really feeling in the mood for it for the given situation I found myself into. “Sorry I took forever to answer.”

“No that’s fine, I was just kind of worried ‘cause you didn’t answer any of my texts yesterday…” he said with his smirking fading away, a slightly more serious expression taking over his features. “I thought something could’ve happened.”

“Oh no, I uhm…” I said looking down at my keyboard, feeling my heartbeat quickening slightly as I thought about anything that I could use to excuse my silence. “I uhm, my battery died last night and I just turned my phone on today morning.”