For you - 6. Chapter 6

I heard the toilet flush and some water from the wash bowl as he washed his hands. We got a double room with a king-size bed. When we came in, I directly collapsed on it. My eyes were closed when he returned from the bathroom, and I felt his weight when he crawled onto the mattress right next to me. His arms and legs touched mine as he was quite close, and I noticed he was probably just wearing his boxer briefs. Then, he turned off the lights and pulled the sheets over us.

“You asleep?” he asked.

“No,” I mumbled.

Silence.

A moment later, I felt his hand on my chest, fondling it. I put my arm behind his head and around his shoulders. His hand went down, now cycling my belly button and the trail of hair facing downwards into my boxers. So I caressed his shoulder, neck, and arms as far as I got. He continued exploring my lower body parts, which got hard not long after he touched them. When he was satisfied with the result, he pulled his hand back and rolled over, now laying on top of me. Not wasting any time, he completely removed my half-lifted t-shirt and showed me a devious grin as he started to work my nipples with his tongue. I actually tried that with my fingers before when jerking off, and I didn’t particularly like it. It was a weird feeling that didn’t turn me on in the slightest. But seemingly that was part of the foreplay and would be over shortly as we would move on to the actual sex stuff. So I endured him licking my nipples, as he probably tried to make as good of a job as I tried to. He eventually went down slowly as part of the foreplay and started sucking me off. Pretty invested, he tried different things as I thought back to when the tables were turned: I couldn’t help but think back to a meme I saw on Twitter a while ago where someone compared expectations of a blowjob with the reality he experienced. For the illustration of the expectation, he chose a lot of ice cream in a cone with scoops of different flavors, while picturing his actual experience as an old leather shoe. Even though it was exaggerated because it was a meme, I could somehow relate to that. In the end, it was just skin to me and licking skin would seem pretty ridiculous if it wasn’t for sex, wouldn’t it?

It wasn’t terrible, but I felt quite neutral about it. People always describe sex as something special, almost magical. But it appeared to me that it was just another activity, and as it is with all activities, you happen to like some more than others and some less. That doesn’t mean, you always just cherry-pick. You oftentimes do things that are okay-ish. Besides that, you’re not in that alone. Rhys made a great deal of effort and I didn’t want him to feel bad in general, or even worse, make him think that he is bad at sex.

“Enjoying it up there?”

“Don’t stop”

I added a few times of heavy breathing as if I was on fire. Sex was like a business transaction where both parties paid with the same currency and were both product and user. So it wasn’t fair to break the contract as long as the other side stuck to it.

“Man, you’re rock-hard, but you just won’t cum,” Rhys commented.

So I finished myself off with one hand, grabbing Rhys's dick with my other.

When we came, it was a mess. Rhys rolled back over, handed me a package of tissues, and we dried our bodies. Since Rhys didn’t attempt to stand up and get rid of the used tissues properly, but instead just threw them on the floor, I did, too.

After a while of us laying on our backs, staring at the ceiling and breathing, he turned to the side, spooning me. Not long after, I turned to the side as well, and soon I could hear his breath even, indicating, he had fallen asleep.