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His Story - 1. Round One.
I woke up with a start; there was something wrong in my bedroom. It was already light, but it was a Saturday morning in summer, so that was to be expected. I turned my head on the pillow and saw him, saw what was different. Someone was sharing my bed, someone warm and handsome.
He had dark-red hair that spiked every different way. His chin was covered in dark-red stubble. Even asleep he was attractive, but I couldn’t remember his name – shit, what was it?
I’d met him the night before. I’ve always had a distrust of phone apps and their quick rejection; I prefer to be at least rejected in person so I’d had a night of bar-hopping in Soho, and I’d met him in The Bar Code, the new bar off Berwick Street. From The Bar Code we’d gone onto three other places; I didn’t remember which ones because I was more interested in him. Sometime before midnight, we’d come here in a taxi, that little luxury before pleasure. Once inside, he was all over me as soon as I had the front door shut; he was kissing me and groping me and pressing our bodies close together. We only had just got into my bedroom before we had each other’s clothes off.
The sex wasn’t bad; it wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad, either. He kissed me during sex and reciprocated everything I did, move for move, not just lying there and letting me do all the sexual work. He did stay the night, and I was glad of that. I hate it when a guy just up and leaves as soon as the sex is over, when the guy leaves in the middle of the night and I’m left on my own to try to find sleep. At least, he stayed and slept with me.
Shawn, his name was Shawn; finally, I remembered as I woke from sleep.
I lay there and looked at him as he slept, I know it was borderline obsessive, but he was so attractive even asleep. Someone like him had wanted me, and I couldn’t let him simply go; I had to see him again; I had to have a chance.
He let out a small groan in his sleep, and the next moment he was awake, as easily as turning on a switch, and he was looking at me with bright-green eyes.
“God… Oh sorry, morning,” he said as he woke up.
“Hi, Shawn,” I said.
“Yeah, right,” he said as he pushed himself up in bed. “It’s Chris, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Do you want some breakfast?” I said as I sat up.
I glanced over at his chest. His nipples were large, so prominent against his chest, and around them swirled a thin coating of red hairs. These faded out below his pecs, leaving his stomach bare. His flat stomach was plainly on display, lightly creased with muscles. He had the kind of chest and stomach I wanted to kiss my way down, brushing my lips over his smooth skin—which I’d done the night before and now I wanted to do again.
“No, I’ve got to go now,” he said.
“But its Saturday morning. Stay for a bit.”
“I’ve got work today. I’ve got to get ready,” Then he got out of bed and walked naked across my bedroom to where his clothes lay. “Did you see where my pants got to?” he asked as he bent over his clothes.
“Aren’t they there with your jeans?”
As he searched for his underwear, I just sat and watched him. I had an unobstructed view of his buttocks, and for a shameless moment I just stared. His buttocks were round, pert and ready. As he bent forward, their curves parted, and I glimpsed a hint of red hairs in the valley between them. It looked so inviting, a sudden, hidden part of him on display, even for the briefest of moments.
“Just stay for a bit; I can get us some breakfast,” I said.
“I’ve got to go,” he said, not looking back at me.
Then he pulled on his underwear, covering his nudity. He quickly got dressed in silence with his back still to me, and I just sat and watched as his body was rapidly hidden away from me
Finally, fully dressed he turned back to me.
“You’re okay, your stomach needs some work on it, but you’re too fucking needy for me. I don’t do that… I’ll let myself out,” he said, and then he was gone, out of my bedroom door. A moment later I heard my flat’s front door slam shut. He hadn’t even touched me before he left.
I fell back onto my bed; I wouldn’t get up for hours now, as disappointment again took over me. I hated when this happened, when I tried to connect with a guy and only got brushed off. What had I done wrong? Shawn and I had sex, we’d been as intimate as we could be, but he couldn’t wait to get away from me. I hated times like this.
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