you turn away hurriedly and step up onto the ladder, as if you had been just about to get into bed. you turn over and check your phone. Gay sex the words are lightly accented — Scandinavian, maybe, you think.“yeah,” you say, a little breathlessly. instead you just… your heart is pounding; you’re practically drooling.you can’t help yourself: you have to get a closer look. “like what you see?”your heart is pounding, but this has taken a very different turn than you expected. he strokes himself idly — openly — through his boxer-briefs.“couldn’t sleep?” he asks. cautiously, trying not to make a sound, you sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows, and then, with an internal “fuck it,” sitting up straight. “probably, yeah.”you clamber out of his bed and — glancing quickly at him; he’s watching, which you take as a good sign — slip off your boxers.“nice,” he says, looking you up and down in full. you really want to touch him. instead you just… “like what you see?”your heart is pounding, but this has taken a very different turn than you expected.
