Will listened for Karen's even breathing, hinting that she was asleep. He
slowly unwrapped her arms from around his back and laid them at her sides.
Before getting up he couldn't help but press a kiss against her forehead,
she was so beautiful lying there. She stirred and Will froze, afraid that
he had awaken her, but she just turned slightly to her right and was still
again. Still except for her breathing, which caused her chest to rise and
fall. Will watched, entranced for a moment, then pried his eyes away. He
went to the bed and tucked Karen in as she was beginning to shiver. This
was all to weird and to new for him. He had to make sure.
Quietly he went into his closet and pulled on some tight designer jeans and a gray sweater. As he went back out he couldn't help but look at Karen's figure on the bed. His breath caught in his chest and he quickly glanced at the clock. It was five tell eleven, perfect time to go clubbing.
Ten minutes later he was seated at a bar, waiting for his drink. As he waited he glanced around. He had decided on a normal club, not a gay one that he was so used to. Women were all around. He eyed one in particular, tall, blonde, with brilliant blue eyes. She noticed him staring and smiled. He had to turn because he was about to puke. How did heteros do it?
Then he felt himself redden as a short brunette walked past him. But he suddenly felt ill at ease when he realized it wasn't Karen. This went on for a while, him comparing these would-be-gorgeous-girls-if-you-were- straight with Karen, until a strong hand rested on his shoulder. He abruptly turned to face a gorgeous man at his side.
"You slept with a girl." The man observed after staring Will in the eye for several minutes.
"Yeah, wait, what? How'd you know?" Will looked the cute man up and down. He was defiantly a gay; the shoes gave it away.
"I can just tell. You're comparing the women to your woman. Been there, done that." He struck a pose, placing his hand sarcastically on his hip.
"Really?" Will felt captivated by this lovely man.
"Come on, let's go someplace more private." The man led Will through the club and out the doors.
"Thank you, so much. I was afraid I'd turned straight for a moment." Will quickened his pace to keep up with his handsome find.
"I did too when, you know." The man stopped in front of a building and unlocked the door, allowing Will to go in. "Oh, by the way, I'm Wes." He grinned, turning to face Will after closing and locking the door.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Will." Will stuck out his hand, waiting for Wes to take it, but instead they met eyes and inevitably they kissed.
"My apartment's upstairs." Wes tried to suppress his urgency for Will, but both men knew what was coming next. Wes turned and led, like Karen had to Will's room, the way up several flights of stairs and then stopped. Wes and Will were panting as Wes quickly plunged the key into its hole and turned. Once inside Will pressed Wes up against the door and they kissed. Will found him self being undressed for the second time that night. This time however was more fun, being with his normal partner. Wes lip locked Will and led him to the bedroom in a strange twisted dance. Then they were on the bed together, heaving and huffing. Then it was done. They lay together, breathless for a moment.
"I have to get back." Will panted.
"I know." Wes turned and kissed Will. "Can I have your number?" Wes asked.
"Sure." Will was already up and beginning to dress. He found a blank piece of paper and a pen, wrote down his number, then returned back to the bed for one last kiss. "Thanks." He whispered before leaving.
Quietly he went into his closet and pulled on some tight designer jeans and a gray sweater. As he went back out he couldn't help but look at Karen's figure on the bed. His breath caught in his chest and he quickly glanced at the clock. It was five tell eleven, perfect time to go clubbing.
Ten minutes later he was seated at a bar, waiting for his drink. As he waited he glanced around. He had decided on a normal club, not a gay one that he was so used to. Women were all around. He eyed one in particular, tall, blonde, with brilliant blue eyes. She noticed him staring and smiled. He had to turn because he was about to puke. How did heteros do it?
Then he felt himself redden as a short brunette walked past him. But he suddenly felt ill at ease when he realized it wasn't Karen. This went on for a while, him comparing these would-be-gorgeous-girls-if-you-were- straight with Karen, until a strong hand rested on his shoulder. He abruptly turned to face a gorgeous man at his side.
"You slept with a girl." The man observed after staring Will in the eye for several minutes.
"Yeah, wait, what? How'd you know?" Will looked the cute man up and down. He was defiantly a gay; the shoes gave it away.
"I can just tell. You're comparing the women to your woman. Been there, done that." He struck a pose, placing his hand sarcastically on his hip.
"Really?" Will felt captivated by this lovely man.
"Come on, let's go someplace more private." The man led Will through the club and out the doors.
"Thank you, so much. I was afraid I'd turned straight for a moment." Will quickened his pace to keep up with his handsome find.
"I did too when, you know." The man stopped in front of a building and unlocked the door, allowing Will to go in. "Oh, by the way, I'm Wes." He grinned, turning to face Will after closing and locking the door.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Will." Will stuck out his hand, waiting for Wes to take it, but instead they met eyes and inevitably they kissed.
"My apartment's upstairs." Wes tried to suppress his urgency for Will, but both men knew what was coming next. Wes turned and led, like Karen had to Will's room, the way up several flights of stairs and then stopped. Wes and Will were panting as Wes quickly plunged the key into its hole and turned. Once inside Will pressed Wes up against the door and they kissed. Will found him self being undressed for the second time that night. This time however was more fun, being with his normal partner. Wes lip locked Will and led him to the bedroom in a strange twisted dance. Then they were on the bed together, heaving and huffing. Then it was done. They lay together, breathless for a moment.
"I have to get back." Will panted.
"I know." Wes turned and kissed Will. "Can I have your number?" Wes asked.
"Sure." Will was already up and beginning to dress. He found a blank piece of paper and a pen, wrote down his number, then returned back to the bed for one last kiss. "Thanks." He whispered before leaving.