can't sleep love | tomtord

feel good inc. • 08

the door bursts open as me and tom went through it. tom aggressively taking off our clothes as i got pinned against the wall of what looked like the bathroom.

hickeys and love bites scattered all over my neck as my legs almost gave up on carrying me. tom looked like he was ready to sin. i think it included me too. he grabbed one of my legs and raised it enough to show my embarrassing hole.

god i hate my body.

my legs shook violently while feeling it slide in and out of me. my stomach showing how deep inside it has gotten. pleasure was the only thing i felt. drool dribbled down my chin while sweat started to build up all around my body.

tom picked me up, slamming my body against the wall while my arms clung around his neck. oh god it went in deeper in me. my nails scratched at his back from the overstimulation it gave me.

it was so much better than living off of adrenaline. my moans echoed throughout the bathroom, bouncing off the walls to hear myself. toms hot breaths on my neck were enough to get me off.

"I'm close" toms deep voice whispered in my ear. sending shivers down my spine. my legs wrapped around toms waist and pushing him even deeper inside me. it was so blissful until-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

alarm.

my fucking alarm.

my eyes shot open to see the roof of someone elses. definitely not my room at home. oh right, i forgot we had a sleepover at matts. i sat up in bed tiredly. turning off my alarm and throwing it across the room for ruining my wet dream.

wait.

i grab the sheets and take a peak under it.

as i suspected.

now i realize this isn't my assigned room either. weird. i try to remember what happened last night other than me and tom playing among us. but first these sheets need to go.

i ripped them off the mattress thanking the lord my own semen didn't go through the sheets. cautiously i look around to see if anyone was near. no one except andy was there. "hey uh, andrew is it?"

andy nodded.

"could you wash these? i might've been a little uhm, you know what please just wash them"

andrew smiled under his long white mustache. how cute. "oh this happened plenty of times with sir matthew, it actually happened earlier this morning. no worries mister olsen"

okay? tmi?

"thank you so much and uh, just call me tord"

"of course" andy walked off to where i assumed he would wash the sheets. now back to thinking about tom. last night was pretty weird to be honest. i'm surprised he didn't get weirded out how i clung to him.

not gonna lie it really was a weird night. i remember being really tired and hugging tom. is that why tom wasn't in bed when i woke up? did i fuck up? shit.

he probably hates me. well, hate is a strong word. more like, doesn't see me as a friend anymore and more of a needy bitch. sounds about right.

ugh i don't want to get out of this room but at the same time i don't wanna keep smelling bird poop. slinky was in the bird cage snuggled in a little feather ball. thank mother russia she wasn't awake.

the alarm clock i threw read 8:28 in the morning. at this time, tom would most likely be awake. just in case, i run my hand across the mattress to see if it went through. either way i have to wash my hands.