“Like a rocket.” Easing to the side, I peered around for tissues. “We need to clean up a bit if we don’t want to be glued together. Two hairy guys.”
“Hairy’s awesome.”
“Most of the time, yeah.” I kissed him once more because he was right there, looking at me like that.
“I need a shower anyway.” But he made no move to get up.
Well, my weight still half on him might’ve made leaving the bed difficult anyhow, and I was in no hurry. Even the corner of the sheet was out of reach, so I slumped back into the mess and ignored it. Love the man now, worry later.Huh. Maybe that should be my life motto.
Snuggling down beside Griffin, I asked, “You are staying the night, right?”
“Fuck, yes. You heard Pete say they’d pick me up after nine. Unless you don’t want me to stay?”
“I want.” I threw a leg higher over his thighs to make the point. “You really have to go back to LA first?”
“I left some of my stuff at Pete’s and that’s where my roundtrip ticket is from.”
“Sure. Of course.” Griffin wouldn’t fly economy anyhow, so it wasn’t like we’d sit together, even if he had been on my same flight from Reno. “You’ll get back later than me, then. If you text me your flight, I’ll meet you at the airport. If that’s okay?”
“I can’t wait to be met.” He kissed my nose.
The fog of a long, long day began settling over me. Sticky cum could just wait its turn, although at some point we’d have to turn out the light. I sighed.
“So fucking lucky,” Griffin murmured. “You being right up there in front where I could see you.”
“Wasn’t luck,” I told him. “Was Yolanda being such a huge fan we arrived pre-dawn to be in line for the gates to open, then camped out at the main stage the entire day, no matter who else was playing on the other stages, working our way to the very front. She’d sworn if she got the chance to see you again, she’d be front and center, screaming. We weren’t quite center, but we managed front.”
“I owe her a fuck-ton,” he said. “Not just for you, tonight, but for being the kind of fan who’s kept my career alive. Wonder what I can give her.”
“The backstage pass and selfies were a good start.” She’d been practically incandescent with joy. “Maybe send her some signed merch.” We’d exchanged home addresses by the second day. She lived somewhere in Illinois, a town I’d never heard of.
“At the very least.” Griffin shifted, then worked his way out from under me. “You were right about the cum. That shower’s calling my name. You okay if I go first?”
I mumbled something and he laughed.
“Maybe I’ll bring you back a washcloth. You rest.” He laid a warm hand on my shoulder, then padded away. I was too beat to even watch him go, which was a shame. As soon as I got a second wind, that ass was in for a lot of ogling.
Sometime later, I woke to Griffin tugging at me to roll over. When I did, he wiped me, damp, warm terrycloth dragging overmy groin and abs. My dick gave a valiant twitch at the sight of naked Griffin leaning over me but couldn’t muster more enthusiasm than that. He chuckled. “We’ll get up early. Save that for later.”
I let go of all my top-bottom side-side plans for now and hummed my contentment. My phone was blinking and I snagged it to see a text from Yolanda.
~Back safe to my room. What a night! Although probably not as great as yours.
I fumbled to text back,~Thanks for letting me know. Thanks for everything.
~Don’t be a stranger,came her reply.
I set the phone down and stretched out on the mattress, avoiding a damp spot. The room darkened, then the mattress sagged as Griffin joined me, and I hauled him in close. With the man I loved radiating warmth beside me, and a thin sheet tugged over us both, I fell into the best sleep I’d had in two weeks.
Morning came all too early. Not that I objected to getting up to fuck Griffin, or the aftermath of lying in bed, sweaty and sated, making out, but that clock ticked inexorably forward. We eventually had to get up and have fast separate showers, then he helped me stuff my belongings into my bag. I texted goodbyes to Yolanda who was catching a later flight. No answer, but she was probably sleeping.
“Do you need to check out in the office?” Griffin asked.
“No. Prepaid. Although they did threaten to bill for any additional charges.”
“Take a few snaps of the room,” he suggested. “Cover your ass so they can’t claim damages and replace something on your dime.”
I eyed him as I did so, including a shot of the ancient clock radio with the time. “What made you come up with that?”
