Tom stood in his doorway, as did Karen, as Chris disappeared down the road. "Go after him."
"You'll have more of a chance, Tom…he might actually talk to you."
"No." He turned to her dimly. "He's annoyed at both of us. We should let him go."

As soon as Chris got back to his, he felt so worn out from what had been going on that he felt he had to get some sleep; he kicked the nightstand in sheer annoyance, unable to understand why Tom suddenly felt the urge to be jealous of him for having Karen. And then decide to accuse him of drinking himself silly, and then tell him that he didn't fancy her at all? Just what was going through his head?
What was going through either of their heads?
Feeling exhaustion weigh him down considerably, he curled himself up in bed, pulling the blankets right over himself. He desperately wanted to switch off, but with everything going on, he found that hopeless.

"Do you think he'll be in on Monday?" Tom poured Karen out a drink.
She shook her head. "I don't know, Tom…I don't even know what he's feeling right now. He's more likely to show his face than not."
He gave her the glass of Martini. "We'll just have to explain to him that we didn't mean for any of this to happen."
"I don't think he'll give us the time of day to let us explain ourselves to him." She put to him, beat. "I mean I know you're his friend, but after the way he spoke to you, it was almost as though he well and truly held something against you."
Tom smiled softly. "Given the fact that he was still poorly and tired, he might be better by Monday."
They sat down together in the lounge.
"Maybe I should call him…" Karen wasn't letting Chris out of her thoughts. She was worried sick about him. "Or call in on the way home."

"Will he want to talk to you though?" He supposed dimly. "He might not even be awake."

Karen decided to walk past Chris's place; she debated with herself whether to go and ask him if he was feeling ok, but what if he didn't want her there?
Noticing someone else going into the same block of flats as where he was, she slipped in through the door, and went straight to his floor. She knocked on his door, only for him to take his time in answering it. Maybe he already knew she was there.
Or maybe not. His eyes widened a little at seeing her, if it weren't for the sleep that made them feel so heavy-lidded. "Why are you here?"
"I feel I need to explain myself to you."
Chris drew in a deep breath, before letting her in. "I don't even know how you managed to get in."
"Someone else got in before me."
He said nothing, but heavily sat down.
Karen could tell he was exhausted through and through just by looking at him. "Were you trying to sleep?"
"Unsuccessfully." He tiredly rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I can't think why that could be."
"Chris, come on. Don't start all this again." She shakily placed a hand on his shoulder, realising he didn't want to shrug it off that time round.
"Why aren't you with him?"
"Because I want to be with you."
Chris smirked a little. "Don't you think you're wasting your time with me?"
"No, not at all." Karen rubbed him a few times. "I want you. I don't want Tom."
He felt the tiredness sink in more.
"How can I prove to you that I want you?" She put to him softly.
"You shouldn't have to, Karen." He gazed at her faintly. "You just have to feel it."
"I do feel it." She inched closer to him, realising that he didn't pull away. "And I want to show you."
Chris nodded dimly. "I-if that's what you want…" He took her into the bedroom and removed his t-shirt, revealing to Karen his supple and slim body. "But once you do this, there's no going back."
She watched in utter amazement, as his boxers were the next to go when he slid them off his hips, allowing them to glide down his long slender legs.
"I'm not afraid to do this, Karen…" His broad chest heaved slightly, as she ran a hand down his flat stomach. "And I know you want me. But you mustn't tell anyone…and this is to be kept secret."
"I-I do want you, Chris." Karen placed her hands on either side of the young male's waist, pulling him closer to her. "I want you more than anything."
Chris took her hands with his. "Then have me." He towed her over to the bed, gazing at her softly. "I don't wanna force you into anything, as I've said before…but if this is something you want…"
She pressed her lips to his, as he let her take full control of him; she pushed him down onto the bed on his back and slid on top of him.
Their kisses became more passionate, deepening till they had to fight for more air.
"Feel good?" She shakily asked him, pulling away from him. She sat on his lap facing him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He nodded dimly.
Karen pulled him back up against her, their mouths hungrily joining each other; her hand pressed itself into the lower part of Chris's back, pressing him flush against her.
"Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" She placed her hands on his broad chest, feeling it heave with excitement as he brought her down onto the bed on her back, positioning himself on top of her.
He nodded shakily. "But I'm ready…if you are."
Karen smiled softly. "I wouldn't say no." She gazed up at him adoringly, cupping his face with a hand and skimming her thumb over the contour of his cheekbone.
"A-are you sure you want this?"
She nodded faintly. "As long as you do."
Eagerly, he drove into her with a sharp, short motion, feeling the sweat start to build up as he did so.
Her back arched in acceptance, giving him access to her. She gasped at the feeling of him inside her, hot shocks exploding all over her body.
Chris closed his eyes, as he buried himself in deeper. He had not expected her to feel as good as she did – his hips jolted in excitement as he stopped inside of her.
"When you're ready." Karen teased. "Or are you scared?"
Refusing to give in to her light teasing, he swung his hips down on top of hers, sliding his body against her. She uttered a faint gasp, feeling him directly hit her sweet spot inside.
Both of them moved together, in perfect rhythm and flawless tempo. It wasn't long before they were at their peak.
She arched her back again, bucking upwards as her release came; she relaxed against the bed as Chris slammed into her a few times before coming to a stop.
He shakily withdrew, feeling contraction after contraction pass through into his hips and towards his back. That was probably one of the best ones he'd ever had.
He gazed down at her, as the sweat dripping from his forehead dampened his bangs. Karen wrapped her arms around his back, her hands caressing the smooth contours of his strong shoulder blades.
"S-so how was that?" Chris faintly asked her, excitement still present in his voice.
She nodded hazily. "You have no idea."