My phone buzzed and emitted the most annoying noises, it's valiant effort to wake me from my sleep. With eyes still closed I swatted my hand around trying to find it. I knocked it straight off of the bedside table and it went skidding across the floor. I groaned, pulling myself off the bed and onto my feet. I found my phone buzzing and singing in the darkness. I could really do without these early mornings, I'd never been a morning person.
I sat down onto my bed, just as I felt the mattress bounce beneath me there was a knock at the door. I swear someone is trying to mess with me this morning.
I lifted myself once again from the bed and shifted towards the door. I opened the door slowly. Two deep brown eyes staring at me from the dimly lit hallway. A brilliant smile appeared. I sighed.
"What do you want? The coach doesn't even leave for like another hour and half!" I always sounded confrontational in a morning.
"I thought we could have breakfast together." He said with that dumb smile still plastered on his face.
"I've only just woken up, I haven't even showered yet." I growled.
"That's ok, I can wait." He said suspiciously cheerily for someone who is awake so early.
I grunted in acceptance, slowly moving the door to close it. Coach had other ideas as he stepped through the gap into the room.
I blinked at him in confusion.
"You're not going to make me wait outside in the corridor are you?!" He threw himself on the bed. His tight T-shirt riding up revealing that thin strip of dark hair running from his navel and heading down before hiding in the band of his underwear. He seemed to notice where my eyes had settled but made no effort to adjust his T-shirt.
"Are you going to shower, or are you waiting for me to offer to scrub your back?" His hands pushing into the bed as he was readying himself to leap into action.
"Don't be stupid!" I scoffed. As I reached into the drawers to grab a clean towel I noticed my erect dick had been pointing directly at him the whole time. The thin fabric of my boxers doing nothing to hide my sleep-induced rigidity. I stood, back to him, for what seemed like hours until I felt the pulse slowly fade away as I softened. I could feel his eyes burning into me, my skin felt like it was on fire. Once I knew there was no longer any stiffness trying to escape my boxers I turned towards the shower.
"I'll be quick." I stated without looking at him.
The water came coursing over my head, washing over me like a wave of shame. He'd seen me naked, he'd seen me erect, was there even anything left for him to see? I'd seen his ass, so I suppose that's something.
A twitch, I looked down. Not again. I didn't have time to relieve myself so I began scrubbing myself. Almost as if stained by my thoughts it took some time for me to feel clean. I wrapped the towel around me, covering from above my nipples and just grazing my thighs. I glanced down, I looked ridiculous. He's a guy, and he's seen pretty much everything anyway. I shimmied the towel down to my hips. I walked out of the bathroom to see Coach sprawled out on the bed, relaxing as if this was his own room.
"You sure took your time, did you have to take care of anything?" He grinned.
"Sure you got your back? I don't mind coming and helping you if you need me to give you a once over." His eyes almost glistening at the prospect.
"Shut up." I hissed. It was too early in the morning for his jokes.
I rummaged through the drawers for clothes to wear for the day.
Just as I was about to remove my towel I suddenly felt the presence on the bed behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder.
"Will you close your eyes?"
"Why, I've seen it all anyway." He shrugged. My face lit up, my cheeks aflame.
"I'm joking!" He said as he spun to face the opposite wall.
I quickly dropped my towel, stepping into my boxers. I pulled on the rest of my clothes and threw the towel into the shower to be collected by housekeeping.
"You look good." He beamed. "Jumper is a bit tight, you looked better in mine." He got up and made his way to me. He started pulling lightly at my jumper.
"Stop! You'll stretch it!" I slapped his hand away. "Come on, you wanted breakfast didn't you?" I pointed to the door.
He sighed, his warm breath brushing my cheek. He walked towards the door and I followed behind.
We entered the restaurant and found a table in the corner away from the buzz of the other guests .
"What do you want?" Coach quizzed. I answered that I could get it myself, it was just a self serve continental breakfast after all. Coach shook his head and demanded I let him go get our food while I sit. I agreed and gave him my order.
I sat, still not fully awake, looking around to take in the atmosphere of the restaurant.
