After their breathing had regained a normal and steady pace, Walker removed himself entirely from Joel, feeling the sweat that had accumulated in between form little streams trailing down both his own chest and Joel's back. Walker decided right then and there that he'd skip his trip to the gym for the day. Grabbing some paper towels from the kitchen-counter, he wiped down himself and the floor were Joel had spilled his load, wrapped the condom inside one of the towels and pushed it far down the bin. He needed a drink.
Joel was still leaning with his palms on the bar and his head bowed down. He could feel a little stream of saliva exiting his still open mouth, making a slurping sound as he closed it. He opened his eyes, trying to build up some strength in his arms to move. He finally turned around, now leaning against the bar with his back, still having the faint experience of little sparkling dots clouding his vision. As he tried to focus, he saw Walker sitting down at the couch again, and he decided to join him. He needed a drink. Or two…or three..
An hour or so later, Walker found himself sobering up.
He never intended for this to happen, never even crossed his mind…
Looking at the drunk kids head sleeping on his lap, softly snoring, he felt a rush of fear crawling up and down his spine. How old was this kid? Did he just turn himself into a pedophile? The images of every possible doom scenario filled his head and disappeared just as quickly as they came when a soft murmur raised from his lap. It was getting kind of chilly, and the thought of Brendan or Cheryl coming downstairs while he and Joel where on the couch cozying up against each other, naked, made the man resort to get up and wake the boy just enough so he could get him moving upstairs. He'll just let the kid sleep it off in his bed. Brendan nor Cheryl would enter his room out of respect of his privacy, he knew that. The boy could sleep if off and he'll think of something to fix this mess in the morning.
After collecting all the scattered clothes from the living-room and disposing of the bottles and glasses, he started gently shaking the boy's shoulder. "Joel…Hey, kid, wake up" Joel started moving, trying to get Walker's hand away from his shoulder, while murmuring indistinct words. A little firmer yank on his shoulder made de kid throw his legs from the couch to the floor and he slowly sat up straight. Well, at least as straight as a drunk kid that's still half asleep could get. Without opening his eyes his right hand followed Walker's right hand and he finally got up. Walker walked behind the kid as he steered him up the stairs, hoping they'd minimize the noise. Walker knew Brendan and Cheryl would probably both kill him if they'd catch him pushing a naked and drunk Joel into his bedroom.
05:27. He looked at the illuminated digits of his alarm-clock before looking at the figure laying beside him. That Scottish kid looked kinda sweet when he kept that mouth shut, Walker thought, and as if he had heard him the boy rolled over planting an arm around Walker. Walker held his arm up in the air, looking at Joel as if struggling an internal conflict. Not really sure what to do with this new 'adjustment' he heard the boy softly snooze, and as he saw him there laying against him like a boy holding his stuffed animal, he decided fuck it. He lowered his arm and gently let it rest on top of Joel's shoulder, holding him like a lover. Nobody would ever know.
Walker felt himself drifting back into reality as the presence of the other body laying in his bed made images of the other night flash before his eyes. He must have dozed off. It took only a split-second for the man to flick open his eyes, realizing who it was that he felt clinging to his side. Looking at Joel, who seemed still fast asleep and still holding on to Walker, the kid suddenly started shifting, murmuring some indistinct words, cozying up against Walker even more. He could feel Joel's morning-stiffness poking him just beneath his hip. He looked at the radiating digits again. It was just six o clock, he still had some time before he had to get that kid the hell out of his bedroom. Walker started relaxing back into his pillow again, even fiddling with the boys hair for a bit. He could never do that kind of stuff with Brendan.
Wishing he'd just keep his mouth shut before anybody would hear him, Walker kept Shhhh-ing Joel, who had woken up a half an hour later and started to regain more and more consciousness of all the things he had done and had let done to him that night.
Telling him that Brendan and/or Cheryl would be able to hear him was just the thing to silence the kid up. They both knew that they both didn't want thát to happen. One of the assets of being an insomniac, Walker knew exactly every single detail of the Brady's morning routine. Cheryl would leave before Brendan woke up, and he pushed the kid out to go downstairs as soon as he heard Brendan hit the shower.