Haha, this was insanely fun to write. I'm not sure why I put it off for so long.
Also, I think this might need upgraded to an M-rating. Feedback on that (and, uh, the chapter, too) is appreciated.
Allergy Information: Mentions of gay sex. Swearing.
Idea 10: Touch them.
Leon glanced at his roommate, who was sleeping soundly on their shared bed. It had been thirty days since the last time they'd had sex, and quite frankly it was driving the brunet insane. While he was normally the one withholding, Cloud was proving to be rather good at it-- not to mention that he seemed to be enjoying that his lover was practically going insane.
There was no way Leon was going to last sleeping in bed beside Cloud. No fucking way. Especially not when Cloud would wake up as the brunet slipped into bed beside him, kiss him, and snuggle up to the warm body. Really, Leon didn't mind when the blonde touched him-- quite the opposite, actually; he enjoyed it immensely-- but he hated being touched when he hadn't had sex, and even more so when the person touching him was the reason he'd been denied sex for damn near a month.
"I'm fucking screwed," Leon mumbled. Then he paused and corrected himself; if he was screwed, then he wouldn't be in this situation. He felt like he was going to die, he had an almost-permanent erection, and the last time he'd managed to get off was fifteen days ago.
With a longsuffering sigh, Leon got into bed. As predicted, Cloud woke up, murmured a sleepy greeting followed by a kiss-- and then Leon's carnal needs took over. Cloud really couldn't be bothered to resist.
--rawrimaline--
Later, when Leon was fully sated and peacefully sleeping for the first time in almost a month, Cloud spared a glance at the clock.
"Fuck," he swore.
11:59.
Haha, poor Cloud, losing just a little before. I actually feel a little bit sorry for him... and everyone playing The Game that just lost.