Afterglow
He had always wondered what it would be like to bask in the afterglow of sex with Kimbly, but he was never given the chance. The other man would always leave to take a shower, abandoning Rroy to gather his thoughts. By the time Kimbly returned, Roy was always asleep in his bunk.
The maniac would smile before climbing into his own bunk, know that Roy would be gone before he even woke up the next morning. It was the game that they played. Neither wanted to wait for the other, but they both wanted something. Kimbly knew that Roy's greatest desire was for them to lay in the bed after sex and just relax. Too bad he didn't like to cuddle.
Roy knew that all Kimbly wanted was morning-after sex, but neither was going to give up. They wanted to appear strong, not clingy. This caused neither desire to be fulfilled, but one night... instead of getting up, Kimbly pulled Roy close.
Tonight, the sex had been particularly rough. There had been no preparing, just pure, raw fucking. He was surprised, and just as he was about to ask, Kimbly shushed him.
"Just shut up."
Roy nodded, a smirk on his face. Between tonight and in the morning, he was going to be marching to a different tune.