Levi awoke about 2 am. He startled in the bed, realizing he was in a strange place, pulse racing. After a few minutes he calmed down enough to look around the darkened room. It was nice—there was that. Levi had woken up in some real shitholes after a night of drinking—and a large snoring lump lay next to him. He looked at the guy (Girl? If it was, she was a tall thing. Levi loved tall people.) Had they fucked? He didn't think so but wasn't sure. He hadn't been fucked, he could tell, but he may have been doing the fucking. He scrubbed his face with both hands. Shit, what was the point of getting it on with a stranger at all if he didn't remember it?
The lump snorted and stirred, then settled back down. A sheaf of pale blond hair was all he could see at the top of the sheet. It had to be a guy, the man was huge, broad shoulders pushed the sheet up into a tall peak.
Suddenly Levi remembered. Erwin. Erwin Smith.
Levi slipped quietly out of the bed. He inspected himself in the white moonlight coming in the window. Nope. He was fully dressed. Hmmph.
He hunted around the floor for his shoes, found them, and crept out.
As he stood at the front door pulling his shoes on he realized that the house he was in was really nice. Like hardwood floors and tall ceilings nice. Erwin must make a pretty good living. He had scored a well-to-do guy and hadn't even fucked him? What the hell?
Oh, well. He carefully opened the door and crept out.
In the Uber back to the motel, Levi's head cleared and he woke up a bit. He realised that he and Erwin hadn't exchanged numbers or even had a chance to talk about maybe seeing each other again. Levi was still not sure about the man's intentions. He gave off really weird signals and Levi was absolutely shit at reading people. He was a pretty blunt guy. If he wanted something he asked for it.
That made his palm his face. Shit, then why hadn't he just come right out and asked the man if they could fuck? Or see each other again? Or even just hang out.
Levi rubbed at his chest and stared out the window. It hurt. Like a deep ingrained hurt. Something about Erwin Smith just made him tongue-tied, like a school kid. Fuck.
Well he worked with Zacherias now and he could probably finagle a way to find out more about Erwin.
But what if the man didn't want him? He hadn't made a single move. Then again, they'd been in public at a bar in the deep south. That sort of thing wasn't exactly done down here.
They'd also been pretty much snockered and then the stumbling exit and the vomiting. Erwin had fallen asleep on his shoulder on the ride home.
Levi agonized over it. Perhaps he should have just stayed a bit longer. Waited for the man to wake up or just fucking woken him up. He pulled at his wrinkled shirt in distaste. He would have really really liked to have taken a shower there at Erwin's place.
They pulled up to the motel and Levi double-checked his phone to make sure the app had processed his payment. He handed the driver a twenty. "Thanks for coming out so early."
"No problem man! Thanks! Have a good day."
Levi grunted and slammed the door.
He felt around in his pockets and realized he didn't have the key. Hange had it. She might not even be there if she and Berner had hooked up and it was really early. She'd be asleep if nothing else. He walked toward the office to see if the clerk could let him into the room.
Hange was indeed asleep, just a wadded lump on top of the covers, her clothes still on, her skirt pulled up enough to flash her underpants. She was snoring like a chainsaw but he knew from experience that this wasn't unusual. He gathered some clothes and moved quietly toward the bathroom and a blessed shower. He paused on the way to tug Hange's skirt down a bit although the way she rolled around in the bed, it wouldn't last long. He considered flipping the corner of the spread up over her but decided that the air conditioner wasn't doing that good a job.
He stripped off in the small bathroom and put the water on very hot, just like he liked it. He couldn't stop thinking of Erwin. He ran water in the sink and shaved quickly. He never grew a whole lot of facial hair so it was quick. Stepping in the shower he sighed at the piping hot water. He'd seen worse in motels but it was early and most guests probably weren't up. The water pressure was excellent, at least.
He shampooed and rinsed his hair and cleaned the shaving foam off of his face. He grabbed his body wash and began to apply it.
What had Erwin said he did? Owned a restaurant? No, a diner. Outside of town. Hmm. Perhaps he could casually ask Zacharias about that.
He soaped his legs and torso and then went to work on his pubic hair. Levi was very very particular about being clean and he wasn't like most men, he actually got into all the cracks and crevices. He soaped his cock and immediately thought of Erwin. Fuck. It stirred. Double fuck.
Pushing aside the curtain he tried to listen over the sound of the water. Faintly, he could hear hange snoring. Should he rub one out? Since the two of them had been roomates a long time, Levi was used to having to be very careful about his wank sessions. Not only did living in close proximity to another human being make it difficult but Hange had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries and was just apt to bust into his bedroom or the bathroom at any time. He looked at the door. He'd locked it. Good.
He retreated back behind the curtain.
Levi quickly washed every trace of soap off of his cock, he didn't like using the soap to jerk off with even though the slippery sensation was pleasant. He found that if he left the soap on it would make his dick sting.
He stood under the spray, letting hit him right in the groin and just enjoyed the sensation for a moment. He let his mind wander to Erwin. Fuck the man had looked good last night. Even when he got sloppy drunk the sight of his face flushed was a good look. Levi imagined that's how he'd look when he fucked. He began stroking himself, imagining Erwin's big soft hands on his cock. His hand moved faster and his head tipped back.
"Hnn, Erwin, that's it. Just like that," he whispered.
Levi pictured what Erwin would look like under his clothes. He wondered if he had that golden hair everywhere, across his chest, down the swell of his belly (fuck he really would like to get his hand on all that … all that Erwin.) Was his cock nestled in a nest of blond curls or did he manscape it down. Levi hoped he didn't trim. He liked hairy men (up to a point.)
Levi imagined Erwins long, thick thighs, his round ass.
"Fuck, Erwin! You're gonna make me come."
His hand was flying now and he was trying to keep his grunts of pleasure as low as possible. That delicious twist, that incredible tingly tightness built in his groin and his belly tensed.
"Erwin!"
He came, shooting strings of cum as accurately into the drain as possible, thighs trembling, knees going weak. He rested with one hand on the wall, panting. "Shit, Erwin. What am I gonna do?"
Erwin woke well after dawn. He stretched, yawned hugely and immediately grabbed his head. He had an almighty head-ache and his mouth tasted and felt like something furry had died in it. He sat up slowly and looked around. The sheet fell to his waist. He had on all his clothes.
What the heck?
He rubbed his eyes, his pulse pounding behind them painfully.
"Hell …"
Abruptly he glanced at the other side of the bed. The sheets were wrinkled and there was a distinct declivity. Had someone been sleeping with him? He searched his memory but could remember nothing except being at the bar.
He was in the shower just leaning on the wall and enjoying the stinging spray when he remembered Levi.
"Levi!"
He had been small but well-built, crude, and taciturnly funny. Erwin had enjoyed his company, more so than anyone he'd spoken to in a while. Had the small man brought him home? Had they done it? He didn't think so, his clothes had still been on. The parade of vodka shots marched their way into his memory. Oh, he had gotten drunk. Great. Had he made an ass of himself? Probably. He didn't handle alcohol well at all. He dimly remembered throwing up in an alley.
No wonder Levi had disappeared.