As I leaned forward, his still half-hard cock slipped out of my body and I winced at the sensation. That was never fun, no matter how much what came before it was. The unpleasant sensation of emptiness was quickly followed by a warm trickle, and in the back of my mind I realized there was something unusual about that, but he smelled sogoodand I was sosleepy, and I -
“Oh, shit.”
My eyes popped open. That was never good to hear right after you’d had your brains fucked out. “What?” I demanded, drowsiness momentarily gone.
A finger trailed through the wetness in my crack. “Condom.”
Oh, was that all? “Huh? There’s a wastebasket next to the bed.” I gestured vaguely off to the side and closed my eyes again.
“No, I mean…” His hips jerked back, dislodging me from my comfortable position on top of him. “No condom. I forgot.”
Somehow, that, combined with nearly tumbling off him, struck my still-pickled brain as funny.Forgot? I tried to stifle my giggle, but was mostly unsuccessful, though I did manage to turn it into an unattractive snort. “You what?”
My laughter must have been contagious, because he began to shake under me with barely-restrained laughter. “We forgot the condom, dude.”
I cackled. “Shiiiit.”
“Fuck,” he agreed, sliding an arm around my shoulders and easing me off him and to the side. “That’s never happened to me before, I swear.”
“I -” I continued to laugh, knowing even as I did it that there was nothing funny about this and I was being completely illogical. “Me neither,” I forced out through giggles, and flopped my head back against the pillow. “Why the fuck am Ilaughing?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, my friend,” he said, but I heard the chuckle that followed the words. “Pretty sure we’re still wasted.”
“Shit,” I could only say again, turning onto my side and cuddling against him. His arm came around my shoulder and he guided my face into the hollow of his throat. I forced back the laughter for a moment, trying to be as serious as the moment called for. “So drunk we forgot the condom. Could webeany more cliche?”
He shrugged, jostling me, and ran his fingers through my hair gently. “I was negative at my last test, I swear.”
“Me too.” I sighed, the laughter finally tapering off into a yawn as the soothing sensation of his hand in my hair took over my nervous system. “Fuck, I’m too drunk and tired for this.”
My yawn seemed to trigger his and he didn’t even try to cover his gaping mouth. Wasn’t like my tongue hadn’t just been exploring it, I supposed. “You and me both.” He sifted his fingers through my hair again. “Talk about this in the morning?” A pause. “I mean…can I stay? Or I could just give you my number?”
I shook my head against his neck. I wasn’t going to kick the guy out, and not only because now wehadto trade information. “Stay.”
“‘Kay.” His hand stilled, cupping the back of my head, and I felt him press a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
I yawned again. “Yup. Morning.” And then I was asleep.
1
Henry
The next morning - Day 1
Something was off. I took a moment to query my body before I would attempt to open my eyes. I had a pounding head, a dry mouth, and a full-body sensation of sweatiness. What the fuck? I peeled my eyes open and found myself staring out a set of floor-to-ceiling windows with drapes pulled to the sides. I didn’t have drapes in my house. Hell, I didn’t have floor-to-ceiling windows, either. Ok, so I clearly wasn’t home. Where was I? I wasn’t at Jamal’s - my buddy definitely was not thedrapestype - and my mom’s house backed up to the woods and wouldn’t be this bright in the morning.
Ok, work backwards. I didn’t know where I wasnow, but where had I been last night? I remembered hitting the bar with Jamal. There had been this cute guy there, a blond with glasses with thick black frames. I’d bought him a drink…and then he’d bought me a drink…ok, we’d shared several drinks. More than several drinks. That would explain the pounding head and drymouth. He’d invited me - right, ok. I was probably at his apartment. Whose apartment? What was this guy’s name again?
Big ol’ blank on that one. Wait, had we even exchanged names? God, that would be embarrassing if we hadn’t. I didn’tdonameless hookups. Too tacky. Hell, I didn’t even really do hookups, as shy as I was. I searched my memory again for my date’s name, but came up empty. John? Rick? Jose? Nothing rang a bell. Damn.
Nameless-guy stirred against me, and I felt naked skin, lubricated by that gross layer of sweat that still covered me, rub up my side. Ok, so I was naked in bed with a guy whose name I didn’t know. I had…I reached down to scratch my belly and winced. I had cum crusted in my belly hair, so clearly we’d had sex. I searched my memory. I hadn’t beenthatdrunk, had I?
No, ok, there were the memories. Just a little fuzzy. I remembered Ubering back to his apartment from the bar. Pressing him up against the wall. Kissing him. Working my fingers into his tight body (I stifled the urge to whimper in pleasure at that memory). Fucking him, his little noises, coming so hard my vision went black, and then…
“Fuck!” I bolted upright as the complete memory of last night dropped into place.
“Wha?” my bed companion mumbled as my movement dislodged his head from my shoulder. He lifted his hand to rub at his eyes and stared balefully at me from where his head had landed on the pillow. “Whass wrong? What time is it?”
“No idea.” I rubbed at my chest, where my heart was pounding. I’d had unprotected sex with this guy, laughed about it, and then fallen asleep. Shit, shit, shit. “Um…”
