When he woke, he found the king-size bed empty and sunlight streaming in through the big picture window. Moaning softly, he stretched and blinked, smiling quite happily after a good night's rest. Then reality dawned and slapped him across the face. He had made out with another guy. Worse, he had ended up in the other guy's bed. His arms. His underwear. He gulped and shivered when he tried to remember details. There had been quite a lot of snogging. Teasing and touching. But he was sure there had not been anything else. Or wasn't he? Shifting his body into a different position, he felt he was still wearing those shorts. Or again. He forced himself to think, but he could not remember anything else. And surely he would remember anal penetration. Would feel it, too, probably.
Still, he had no explanation for still being here while Dennis was gone. Dennis? Or was it Daniel? He could not remember. A nasty voice inside his head cheered and sneered at him. Ian Bell, duteous policeman, male, straight, reliable, bureaucratic. And he of all people had it off with a stranger!
The toilet flush cut into his thoughts, and he stared at the bathroom door. Moments later, a tall young man emerged and smiled down at him, inquiring how he was.
Ian shrugged. If he had been honest, he would have had to admit that he felt lousy, used and corrupted, ashamed and worried. But honest people did not end up in a situation like this, he thought. Bugger.
"I knew your heart wasn't in it," the other man said, and his voice sounded sad.
"Hm?"
David snorted, "You were drunk, and I took advantage. I'm sorry. I just thought you'd … . Sorry. Truly".
Ian gulped. He had not expected such an easy way out of it. After all, he had enjoyed part of last night, "Why are you saying that?"
"'cause I can see it in your eyes, stupid. You're scared, and you want to leave. I won't keep you. As for last night, you fell asleep … and I watched you. I didn't deflower you … as you have probably noticed," was the answer, and it felt like being punched into the stomach. Ian gaped and wished himself miles away. He was unable to think of anything sensible to say.
"Don't – try and talk your way out of it. You enjoyed the kissing. No mistaking there. And you didn't mind me wanking you. Full-stop. That's where it ends," David smiled. He did not seem over-concerned about the preceding night, or maybe he was just convincing at hiding his feelings. Ian felt more and more miserable.
"There's no point denying it. You don't even remember my name!"
Ian still stared at the other one. Then he remembered and croaked that David had never told him his name. David laughed and told him to stop being ridiculous, "Don't make this more awkward than it already is, Ian. You can keep the shorts if you like".
Nodding, Ian got up and took his clothes that were, to his great surprise, forming a neatly-folded stack next to the bed. He slid into the bathroom and got dressed.
When he came out, David was smiling at him caressing a coffee pot.
"Want one?"
Ian shook his head and said he had better be going. With slumped shoulders, he faced the door and then the other man again. David shrugged and drank. Then he sighed and put down his mug, "Well then, have a nice … life. Maybe we'll meet again".
Ian bit his lip and stared. Hesitating for a minute, he stepped closer and quietly said that he would like that. And to his own surprise he bent forward and kissed David. As astonished, the latter pushed him off a little and looked at him curiously. Ian shrugged and managed a smile, "I think you'll have to be patient". Grinning, David took the other man's face in his hands and drew him close to kiss him again.