Alex opened one eye and stared at Riley’s groin. He grinned, and in a surprisingly quick move for someone who looked seconds from sleep, he reached out and palmed Riley’s cock through his jeans. “Better?”
Riley laughed and covered Alex’s hand with his own. “Yes, but that’s not what I meant. Get in bed, Alex. We can pick this up in the morning.”
Alex gave him a squeeze, and Riley shamelessly pushed into it and only whimpered a little when Alex moved his hand away.
Once he settled Alex under the covers, Riley climbed off the bed and stood. Alex already had his eyes closed, his lips parted, and he was probably asleep. Riley hesitated by the side of the bed, uncertain what to do. He’d had every intention of joining him, but now Alex was unconscious, it seemed a bit wrong. They’d shared a bed more times than he could count, but somehow this felt different.
Fuck, things were already getting complicated; maybe he should never have kissed him.
Then Alex opened his eyes, reached for Riley’s hand, and tugged on his fingers. “Don’t go.” He shuffled over in the bed and lifted the edge of the quilt.
How can I possibly refuse an offer like that?
Riley shucked off his jeans and socks in record time and scooted under the covers next to Alex, smiling wide when Alex rolled towards him, slung an arm over his stomach, and cuddled close. Things could get as complicated as they liked if he got to have this.
He drifted off to sleep, hoping they didn’t have bloody hangovers in the morning. No way was he leaving this bed without orgasms happening.
The house was quiet when Riley woke up the next morning. The warm body spooned behind him brought the previous night’s exploits back with a jolt, and he grinned to himself.Fucking yes!
Alex’s hand sat low on his belly, his fingers a bare couple of inches away from Riley’s cock but also pressing down on his very full bladder.Bollocks.Leaving the warmth of the bed and a semi-naked Alex was about the last thing he wanted to do. Well, no… the last thing he wanted to do was pee all over him, so with that pleasant thought, he eased himself out from under Alex’s arm and trooped out to the bathroom.
Christ, it was cold, and Riley hurried across the landing, stumbling a little. The alcohol from last night had clearly not all left his system. He took a quick peek down the stairs to see if anyone was up yet. It didn’t seem like it, and it was still dark outside, which probably explained why. Far too early.
He was back in bed with Alex in five minutes flat, plastered to his back where Alex had turned over in his absence. Soaking up Alex’s warmth, Riley shut his eyes. He’d wake Alex in a bit.
The next time Riley opened his eyes, he had a bit of a headache.
And he was alone.
Maybe Alex had just gone to the loo? He wouldn’t have got up if there was the promise of sex, no matter if he had a bit of a hangover. Alex loved morning sex—he banged on about it often enough whenever he was in a relationship. Reaching out his hand, Riley discovered the other side of the bed was cold, dashing any hope he had of getting some action before they left for home.
Just as he debated getting up or going back to sleep, the door burst open and Alex popped his head in. “Morning.” He grinned, looking a little pale, but far too bright and bushy-tailed considering the state of him the night before.
Riley’s stomach fluttered and he smiled back. “Morning. You look better than I was expecting.”
Alex immediately put a hand to his head. “Felt like shit when I woke up, but some painkillers and a bacon sarnie have taken the edge off. Yours is just cooking, so get your lazy arse up and come downstairs.”
Then he was gone, leaving Riley staring after him, feeling somewhat confused.
Okay, so he hadn’t expected hearts and flowers, but was a good-morning kiss too much to ask for? They were going to have words about proper morning etiquette.
After yawning, stretching, and giving a wistful stroke to his morning wood, Riley shoved back the quilt. “Fucking hell.”
The heating was no doubt on, but after being cocooned in bed, the room was bloody freezing. He couldn’t get into his clothes quickly enough.
He was still tugging his jeans up as he stumbled out through the door and nearly ran smack bang into Jake. “Shit, sorry.”
Jake looked back at the bedroom Riley had just come out of, and then he rolled his eyes. “I told you you’d end up kipping with Alex. For fuck’s sake, Ri. You could have let me have your room instead of being stuck with Dylan. He snores like a train!” Jake pointed back over his shoulder. “He also eats like a horse, as you well know, so I’d get downstairs before he finishes off your brekkie.”
Jake didn’t add anything else. No piss-taking for getting off with his best mate, or how they’d all known it would happen, considering how codependent he and Alex were. Nothing.
Okaaay.So Alex hasn’t said anything.
That was fine. Riley wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to announce it yet either. Unless, of course, Alex thought it was just a one-time thing? No, no way. Alex probably wanted to see how things panned out, and keeping it to themselves for a while might be kind of nice too. Their own little secret.
Riley smiled to himself as he walked down the stairs, feeling happier than he had in a long while.
Everyone else was downstairs, he discovered. Abi and Nick sat on one side of the kitchen table. Abi had her head on Nick’s shoulder, and Riley smiled at what a cute couple they still made. Dylan sat opposite them, and Alex leaned against the worktop, mug of tea in hand.
