and a miniscule bathroom at the back. Just perfect for me but it seemed to be confusing Zeke. I could his brow furrowed as he sat on the only couch I had, a loveseat far too small to sleep on. After a quick meal I walked over to my bed and pulled out the trundle from underneath. Since the whole bed was built into the wall he hadn’t realized there was another right under it. Each of us changed clothes and settled in to bed around 10pm. I watched him breath in the dark and wrap himself in my blankets, I wanted him but at the moment I couldn’t see how that was possible. He probably wasn’t even gay, and if he was he hadn’t shown any interest in me. I’m not bad looking; mousy brown hair and green eyes, about 6’1 and in shape considering my line of work. Maybe he was just out of my league entirely, I watch TV, and I know how people in L.A. are. I fell asleep thinking about him.

I woke up startled, for a split second I was wondering who was touching me and I remembered Zeke. He was carefully and slowly climbing over me to get to the other side of the bed. I didn’t know what to do so I pulled the blankets down for him.

“Jeez, sorry I woke you up, but it’s freezing down there and I can’t sleep.” He said as he climbed under the covers. I’ve slept on the trundle before and it’s not any colder than my own bed, and why all the sudden, after a whole day of never remarking about the temperature, is he complaining now? I decided to go for it and see if there was another reason why he wanted to be in my bed. Clearly, I must have been barely awake at that moment, being rash isn’t something I’m well known for. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. To my relief he didn’t protest at all, I did it again and this time he sighed so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him. It was hard to see him in the pitch black darkness but I knew his face was only inches from mine. I lay there gathering up the balls to just kiss him, but before I could move I felt his lips on my cheek. I kissed him back full on the lips, he moved closer and pressed me down onto my pillow and worked his tongue into my mouth. His kisses were eager and passionate; his hand was now under my shirt and sliding up my chest and down my stomach, bringing all the blood to the surface and heating me up.

I looked up into his eyes and saw them staring down at me, big dark brown eyes that only looked even more mysterious in the middle of the night. He kissed my neck and face so feverishly that I swooned and groaned into him. He sat up and yanked off the sweatshirt he was wearing and I did the same. This time I wasn’t going to let him monopolize the kissing. I pushed him against the wall and worked my way down from his lips to the waistband of his sweatpants. I began to ease them off slowly; he was staring down at me, watching my every little move. I took his dick into my mouth, savoring the taste of his precum on my tongue. It was all happening so fast I got a little