Liam's story - 10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I woke up the next morning in Toby’s bed, I was facing the wall with Toby spooned up behind me. He was already awake, tracing circles with his fingers on my lower abdomen. I snuggled back in to him, enjoying the affection.

“Morning.” He spoke his hot breath tickling my neck.
“Mmm, Morning.” I was still groggy, and while normally I am not a morning person this is a very pleasant way to wake up. I rolled around to face Toby. Damn, he makes morning sleepy look sexy.

Toby reached up and moved my hair out of my eyes and off my forehead. “I had an awesome time last night, thanks for going out with me Liam.”

I know it’s pathetic, but hearing Toby say things like that made my insides melt a little. Its way too soon but I am definitely falling in love. Who am I kidding, I’ve been in love with him for years, its just now it’s becoming real. I didn’t trust myself to speak without him figuring out how hopelessly in love with him I really am, so I closed the small distance between us and pressed my lips against his.

I felt him smile against my lips as he pulled me towards him, pressing his hand into the small of my back to pull my hips in to meet his. we didn’t stay like that long before Toby rolled me on to my back, his body on top of mine. Sadly, that didn’t last long either, Toby caught a glimpse of his alarm clock.

“Fuck, we gotta stop.” He couldn’t seem to help it, he leaned down and kissed me again before removing his body from mine and jumping out of bed. He was very naked, and very hard. “My uncle will be here in five minutes to pick me up, we have a job today.” He was rummaging through his drawers and closet. “I can’t find my work shirt.”

“I think I saw it hanging over a kitchen chair yesterday.” I replied amused. It was kind of funny seeing him this frazzled.
“So, if your uncle is picking you up this morning, how am I supposed to get home? you picked me up for our date last night?”
“Shit, um, take my car. You wanna come over tonight? If not I can probably get my uncle to drop me at your place tonight after work.” He was jumping in to his jeans and heading towards the kitchen as he spoke.
“I would love to hang out tonight.” I smiled at the thought of spending another evening with Toby.
“Awesome.” He walked back in to the bedroom, dressed for work but still looking a little disheveled. He was holding a coffee and banana, when he came over to the bad. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I grabbed my spare key, theres keys for the apartment on my car keys so lock up when you leave. I’ll see you tonight.” He gave me one more quick kiss and he was out the door, I could hear his phone ringing on his way out. His uncle I supposed.

It was still early, and Saturday, so I didn’t have to work so I stayed in bed and slept for another hour. I would have stayed longer but my phone ringing woke me up. My jeans were still in the living room but I could hear my phone going off in my pocket. I had missed a call from my dad by the time I got there. Shit. I didn’t call last night and let them know I wasn’t coming home.

I didn’t want to, but I called him back. He was surprisingly calm. Wasn’t angry that I didn’t come home, just upset that I didn’t call and let them know. When I told him I spent the night at Toby’s he did that annoying thing parents do and asked a lot of questions. I deflected as best I could, but I’m sure he figured out that things had moved beyond ‘just friends’ with Toby. I told him I wouldn’t be home today, and probably not tonight either, but would probably see him tomorrow.

I figured I could kill some time around Branston during the day, since I would be seeing Toby again this evening. I found my clothes and realized I should probably wash them before being seen in public in them. There were some conspicuous stains on both my jeans and shirt. Toby had a washer and dryer in his apartment. I figured I could do my laundry then head out. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I found some boxers in his bedside drawer to wear while I washed my clothes. I supposed I could have gone home, but I was enjoying being in Toby’s space.

I was sitting in the living room watching TV, waiting for my clothes to be done in the dryer when I heard a knock on the door. Was Toby home already? No, he had a key. I didn’t have any other clothes, so ended up answering the door in just a pair of Toby’s boxers.

I barely had the door open a crack before it was being pushed from the other side. “Hey Tobe, I thought I saw your car out front, I figured i’d stop in to hang out for a… you are not Toby.” It was the pretty brunette from the barbecue. Mandy, I think her name is.

“Uh, no. Not Toby. Toby’s at work.”

She was looking me up and down. I wished I had more clothes on.

“So, Toby isn’t here. He should be home thins evening, or you can call him if its important.” I was trying to end our interaction and guide her towards the door. I wasn’t comfortable standing here talking to Toby’s friend. With benefits. Especially since without my clothes on. She seemed to ignore the hints I was giving her and tried to come further in to the apartment. I was saved by the bell when the dryer buzzed. “Look that my clothes done, I’m just gonna get dressed and head out myself, so…”

“Oh, yeah. Um, I guess I could come back later.” She seemed a little put out, at my not so subtle way of asking her to leave.

I don’t know why her visit made me feel so sad. I guess I just figured he would have ended things with her. I got dressed, and left the apartment, locking it from the inside and closing the door. I pulled out my phone and thought about how I was going to get home. I settled on calling my dad, he answered quickly, and as usual seemed happy to hear from me.

I sat on the curb outside the apartment complex and waited for me dad to come get me.

So, Mandy is back...
 
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