Mark awoke lazily, feeling sated and comfortable. He had a pair of strong arms around him – Gary's. He smiled and nuzzled into his shoulder, breathing the other man in before looking up at his face.
Gary was still fast asleep, lips parted just enough so that Mark could hear his gentle breathing. It was a soothing image, but Mark couldn't just lie there and stare all day. Dawn would be back soon.
This very thought caused Mark to fly into a panic, jumping up and grabbing any item of his clothing he could find. His shirt, jacket, underwear, trousers, belt, scarf, socks, shoes. He threw them all on carelessly, almost tripping over sometimes and having to catch expensive items before they smashed on the floor after being shoved from the mantelpiece by his elbow.
He wasn't surprised Gary hadn't awoken yet. Gaz had always been a ridiculously deep sleeper. As Mark watched his friend's peaceful face, he couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between what it was like now and what it was like earlier when they were making love. Mark could barely call it 'sex'… no, it was far too gentle. Despite the heated moments lost in passion beforehand, the actual moment itself was incredibly skilled on Gary's part. He had been loving and tender, making sure Mark was alright every two minutes. There had been a lot of kissing, a lot of slow and deliberate movements that made Mark sigh and moan. Their sweat-slicked bodies had been pressed together so tightly that they almost moved as one. It felt so good. It had been just about perfect.
Mark picked up a blanket from one of the armchairs, unfolded it and placed it gently over Gary's sleeping form. It would be a bit disturbing for little Daniel, Emily and Daisy to find their dad completely in the nude. Bless those kids, Mark thought, chuckling softly to himself.
The sound of a key in the front door, however, made him jolt. He quickly ran out of the living room, through the kitchen and out onto the garden patio. He then skipped hurriedly down a set of stairs and moved around the side of the house extra quietly. The good thing about being as small as Mark is that everything can be done stealthily. He peered round the wall, seeing Dawn's car beside his own. Mark bit his lip down anxiously... I wonder what she must have thought, seeing me car 'ere.
He swallowed, realising she must have literally just gone inside. He practically tip-toed his way over to his car. Hopefully Gary would realise that Mark had needed to escape super-fast. Hopefully he wouldn't be offended.
What Dawn would think when she found her husband asleep on the sofa wearing nothing but a blanket was another story.
Mark smiled to himself as he pulled out of the driveway, his trademark beaming smile – he knew his Gaz would be in contact soon.