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10 - Towel Dry

12pm

Justin

The alarm is worse than the shrill squeal of six-year-old girls let loose at FAO Shwartz.

I feel Brian flail around beside me until the alarm clock is pushed off of the nightstand and onto the floor, still beeping incessantly.

“Fuck,” he huffs as he shoves off the comforter. I hear his bare feet slap the floor and then the alarm clock is launched into the bathroom, I assume by Brian’s angry foot.

“Ouch! Fuck!” I can hear him hopping on one leg. The alarm still sounds, but in the distance now. I run my palms over my face and throw the sheet off my bare body. I stand up, cross the room, enter the bathroom, pick up the alarm clock and turn it off.

“Loser,” I smile as I turn around to watch Brian rub his hurt toe.

“Bitch,” he smiles back. Then he adds, “That piece of shit wouldn’t be going off if it wasn’t for your sadistic mother.”

“Sadistic?”

“Yes, sadistic. Who else makes us get up at…”

“Noon, Brian, it’s noon. It’s not early, we just stayed up ALL FUCKING NIGHT.”

Brian crosses the room and comes to stand directly in front of me. “You mean all night fucking. Are you complaining?”

“No,” I lean up and kiss him, “I wouldn’t dare.”

He smacks me in the ass, “Shower, now.”

We get in and clean quickly under scalding water. There are, finally, no hard-ons to be had. But Brian does kiss me until the hot water runs out, which makes my lips raw and my knees shaky.

I stand in the middle of the bathroom when we get out and wait for Brian to dry me off. He knows it’s one of the little things that I love. Of course, we never talk about it.

He grabs a big white towel off the rack and opens it wide. I step toward him and give a shy smile. It’s amazing that there is anything in this world that makes me blush. But, it’s fitting that it would be Brian showing me affection.

He runs the soft cotton up and down each limb. Capturing water droplets as they slip and slide over the surface of my skin. My skin tingles everywhere and I shiver as he runs his hands up my thighs.

I sigh. “Feels good.”

He runs his strong hands over my scalp vigorously. I turn to Jell-o and finally fall into his chest, forcing him to hold me up for just a minute.

“It’s been a good birthday,” I mumble into his chest.

“It’s only just begun,” he threatens.

“Amazing,” I shake my head as I pull away from him.

“Yes I am,” his eyes sparkle as he hangs the towel back up.

Now, if I can just motor through brunch with my mother I can crawl back in bed with the sexy stranger who’s taken over Brian’s body and waste the rest of my birthday with foolish things like really hot sex.

12:15pm

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