“Fuck,” I mutter, the intensity giving way to a relief that feels so damn good, I can’t help but sigh in defeat. Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile, and I was just… pent up.
Maybe it’s because this weekend I’ve been carrying more stress than I realize, or maybe it’s something else…
My eyes fall shut, and I think I could fall asleep right here. Right now. Naked with my softening dick in this oversized bed. I let out a slow breath as the euphoria abates and in comes the remorse. The guilt.
Only it doesn’t come like it usually does. There is a moment of panic because my brain knows I just came, and the last thought before I did was about my former best friend.
But… that doesn’t mean what Ithinkit means. It can’t. I was just too close, and my mind was distracted, that’s all. I need to be better about managing my needs.
My wires were crossed.
Nothing else. Right?
Of course not.
So, I push the thoughts aside and let slumber take me once more.
It doesn’t take me long to go through my morning routine. I shower, do my skincare, style my hair, and get dressed, all in under an hour. Being as I’d only packed for a few days, and I didn’t buy anything on this trip, it doesn’t take me long to pack my suitcase. I glance at my watch, noting I’ve still got an hour or so until I’m supposed to meet Hudson in the lobby, and I debate what I should do to kill the time. I could grab a coffee and a breakfast sandwich from the hotel cafe, maybe catch up on emails, but…
I look at my phone—or more accurately, at Hudson’s text from last night—the one I didn’t answer. His text that felt more like a thinly veiled confession of some sort. I think whatever it is that prompted him to do so, whatever is on his mind this weekend—today is the last chance I have to offer him support. I mean, that’s what good friends do, right?
So I grab my suitcase and head for the lobby to grab us both coffee and something to snack on. I settle on a pesto panini for myself and a chocolate croissant, remembering how much he raved about it after that wild ass night in Vegas. I swear itbrought him back from death’s door then, so it might help now. It’s obvious he’s dealing with something. Whether or not he wants to discuss it, is up to him, but I garner a little coffee and food is always a good pick-me-up no matter what.
When I reach his room, I feel a strange sense of déjà vu. I’m brought back to another place, another time. Another door.
Balancing the coffees in my arms since the barista didn’t have a carrier, and tucking the bag of food under my arm heats up my side, and I pray my clothes don’t smell like hotel fast food later.
My head is pounding, but I’ve had worse hangovers, for sure. But it’s not entirely the alcohol that has me feeling drained today.
It’s because I spent all night with Hudson in my bed. Moaning and groaning in between bouts of sleep. I think I dozed off a handful of times, but I didn’t sleep much. I did my best to help comfort him, since he seemed out of it and upset. He kept repeating how sorry he was, so much so, that I thought I heard it inmysleep.
When I woke up, he was finally asleep—and tangled up in the sheets. I knew when he woke up, he’d feel like shit, so I did the only thing I could think of. I went in search of something to make usbothfeel better.
Caffeine and food.
Though now I am contemplating my choices since I’d bought more than I could carry, and they were out of fucking cardboard carriers.
I do my best to knock on the door.
“Hey, Huds, you up, man?” I ask, wondering if I should have called him on the way.
When he doesn’t answer, I try again.
“It’s me… I’ve got grub,” I say, hoping the mention of food will rustle him out of my bed.
I notice the pile of comforters and sheets I’d left in the hall is gone now, which I’m more than thankful for.
When the door opens, Hudson looks at me with sad, bleary eyes.
“Hey…” I say, doing my best to appear chipper even though my head feels like I’ve put my brain through a meat grinder under these damn lights.
“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty.” I adjust the cups and hand him one. He looks at it as if it’s a damn snake about to bite him.
“I got you a couple extra pumps of chocolate and extra whipped cream.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “And a chocolate croissant. I shake the bag. He looks from the bag to me, and slowly his frown reverts into something lighter.
“Extra whipped cream, huh?” he says, trying to hide his excitement as he opens the door and lets me in.
I knock on Hudson’s door, but there is no answer, so I try again.
