“It’s to protect the bedding from shoes.”
Florian’s eyes widen. “Some people wear shoes on the bed?”
“Sometimes, maybe. Not to sleep. Hopefully.”
Florian scowls and deposits the strip of blanket onto a nearby chair. “That is terrible.”
I grin.
Florian unzips his suitcase, then unzips mine which is sitting right next to his.
He removes his plaid pajamas and a toiletry bag then he goes to the bathroom. The door shuts behind him.
I hop off the bed. I open my not nearly as well packed suitcase, then find some sweatpants and a t-shirt to sleep in. I strip off my clothes, and —
The door opens.
Florian’s eyes widen, then he inhales sharply, and slams the door. “I am sorry!”
“It’s okay, Florian,” I say quickly. “We’re sharing a room. It’s completely fine.”
“You were?—”
I glance down.
Oh.
Well, I am completely naked.
“It’s cool,” I tell him. “Besides, you must see naked people all the time in the locker room.”
He opens the door a crack. “They’re not you.”
“You mean they’re more fit and muscular and?—”
The door opens all the way. Florian steps into the room. He is scowling, Prussian soldier style. “You are beautiful, Mateo.”
My breath catches. “Yeah?”
He nods. His eyes find my cock. I really should have put on my sweatpants by now.
“You have a beautiful cock.”
“It’s, uh, not that big,” I say.
Most people don’t look at my cock in wonder.
I shift.
Most people, to be honest, look disappointed. Most people have dildos bigger than me.
Florian looks up, startled. “It is perfect. You are perfect.”
“Florian,” I say.
Because he shouldn’t say things like that. Not when we’re not really together. Not when he doesn’t mean it.
“It is straight?—”
