“Yeah. I’m worn out. I feel like I could sleep forever.”
Carter smiled. “You took it pretty rough,” he commented, getting a laugh in return.
“That’s an understatement.”
They reached the second floor, both of them pausing in front of the door leading to the exit. Carter licked his lips, not sure why he was drawing this out. Anyone who could make him feel like this after just a few hours was dangerous, and the best thing he could do was get away as fast as possible.
“So I know you said you weren’t looking for any attachments,” John said, and Carter’s heart leaped. “But what about something more casual? This was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’d love to do it again.”
He sounded hopeful.
“You want to be my booty call?” Carter asked, feeling himself get hard at the thought of having John at his beck and call.
John shrugged, blushing deep red and nodding. “I guess. Do you want my number?”
Carter licked his lips and looked away, wanting to say yes. If they kept it strictly sexual, that could work, right? He pulled out his phone and opened up the contacts app.
“Fine. Put your number into my phone,” Carter said, handing his device to John. The smile he got in return was brilliant, and he could already tell that he was making a mistake. “But like I said, I’m not looking for anything but sex. I just want to be clear on that.”
“Crystal clear,” John said, smiling. He entered his number into Carter’s contacts and handed the phone back to him.
They stood there for a second, Carter still holding his phone, just looking at each other. Finally Carter cleared his throat.
“I’m going to head downstairs. Thanks for tonight. You were… you were really great.”
“Yeah?” John asked, his voice soft. Carter nodded, and then, having no idea why, he held up his hand for a fist bump. John watched Carter’s outstretched fist curiously, like he was wondering what the hell Carter was doing, bringing his own closed hand up and knocking it gently into Carter’s.
It was embarrassing, and Carter turned away before John could see him blushing.
“I’ll see you later,” he called over his shoulder, walking fast toward the stairs leading down to the first floor. His face burned, and he could feel John’s eyes boring into him from behind.
He was so fucked.
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