Devil's Effect

Second Thoughts

Before Chester could open his eyes and fully wake up, his bladder was yelling at him. It was time to pee - past time - and it was leaving him with the uncomfortable idea of having to move. I don't want to get up. Maybe it will go away. Like many mornings of the past, he laid still, feeling the warmth of Mike behind him, and the familiar position of their bodies pressed together, and he wished his need to pee out of existence. Or at least he tried.

He took a few deep breaths, and squirmed a little, but when neither thing helped, he gave up, and opened his eyes. He squinted from the bright, early afternoon sunshine pouring into the room. "What time is it?" he mumbled as he went to reach for his phone, and then remembered he was naked. He picked his head up enough to look at the nightstand, and his phone was there, but with Mike curled around him, there would be no moving. "Mike," he whispered, twisting his head back to try and see his lover. "Hey, Mike... wake up." He nudged him lightly, and when he only got a groan in response, he twisted enough to get his arm behind him and onto Mike's side. He rubbed him lightly. "Sexy Boy," he said, a smile across his face. "Time to get up."

Mike scrunched his eyes together and let his bottom lip go out into a pout. He didn't want to get up. Despite the way they had fallen asleep, he was currently comfortable and warm, and he could feel and smell Chester. Moving meant their morning was over, and he wasn't ready. He was also exhausted. "Nooooo," he mumbled, holding Chester close.

"You're so terrible," Chester laughed, his light rubbing, turning to more sensual touches on Mike's lower side and back - anything he could touch. "Just let me up real fast. I have to pee," he insisted. "I'll go pee and be right back, promise."

"Fine," Mike huffed softly without opening his eyes. He pulled his arms away and was ready to pull the blanket over him when he remembered Chester's leg. "Oh, babe, do you need help?"

Chester got himself sat up, his back aching a little. He stretched his neck before he carefully pulled both legs off the side of the bed. "I can do it...just help me find my clothes. Then you can go back to sleep. What did you do with my underwear?" He scanned the room from where he was, but didn't see them.

"I don't knoooowww," Mike whined, rubbing both of his eyes with the heel of his hands at the same time. He blinked a few times as he sat up and suddenly became aware of all the sticky feelings on various places on his body. "I'll find them, hold on."

He slid out of the bed and walked around, gathering his clothes up and finally locating Chester's black underwear. "What else do you need? Where's your pajama pants? I didn't lose those. You weren't wearing them when I got here." He handed Chester his underwear and tossed his clothes onto the desk chair and looked around.

"In the dresser," Chester said as he leaned forward and stretched his underwear over his boot, tugging on them a bit. He got his other leg through, and pulled them on by leaning back on the bed and lifting his hips. "Look, I'm getting pretty good at this," he laughed as he tilted his head back to try and see where Mike was.

Mike tossed a pair of pajama pants in Chester's direction. "You are." He climbed back on the bed and collapsed face first into the mattress. The morning was a blur of new memories of Chester, laughing with him, talking, making love to him again. And I made him come twice. Now I want to sleep for the rest of the day. He twisted his head to look at Chester. "Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked again, just to be sure. He really didn't want to move.

With his black and gray pajama pants on, Chester laid back down, his head landing right next to Mike's stomach. "I'm sure. I'm hobbled, but not totally helpless." He reached around, his hand going over Mike's lower back. "I'll even bring you something back...clean you up while you sleep." He smiled quickly before he sat himself back up. Just moving around was work, but the bathroom was calling.