"Oh sh*t it f*uckin'.. ." Rick groaned.
"Keep it down. Your brother might wake up in the next room." Alvin whispered.
Rick turned and gasped. "Ohh.,."
"Can you keep your voice down?" Alvin said almost pleading.
"I can't. ahhh." Rick clenched his fists into a ball, his knuckles almost turning white. Sweat trickled down his temple, his neck, and his chest. His face was flushed red as he propped his legs up and laid on the middle of the bed.
"Ah, goodness." he sighed. "That's good." He felt exhausted and could feel his eyes slowly closing. He settled comfortably in the bed and waited for himself to black out. Midway into actually falling asleep, Rick felt Alvin's cold hands touch his legs carefully.
Rick jolted awake, almost shouting in surprise.
Alvin took a deep breath and
