Morning came too early, as far as Rory was concerned. He was comfortably spooned against Lou’s back, sated enough from the previous night’s activities that he didn’t want to move. His bladder protested that if he didn’t, he’d wish he had, so he eased out of bed, ignoring his morning wood, since it wasn’t the result of s****l arousal. Sure, I could probably wake him up and we’d see what happens, but…He knew his body well enough to realize it could be a failed attempt. Besides, he really needed to pee.
When he got back from the bathroom, having washed up and finger-brushed his teeth, Lou was sitting on the side of the bed. “My turn,” Lou stated, jumping to his feet. “If you want to borrow a pair of shorts…” He pointed to the dresser before hurrying into the bathroom.
Rory decided not to. H
