Niklaus Wade
I wake up with my lower half hard and I groggily try to wipe my eyes but I can't really move my arms because of Nash. I'm facing him and his arms are wrapped tightly around my waist. My face is smushed into his hard chest that's bare with no clothing at all because Nash hated wearing clothing when he slept.
The only article of clothing on his body are his boxers that are a simple plain grey. He didn't really have much colors on his boxers ever but then again he didn't wear much color in general. He was usually in the colors black, grey, tan, maybe white if he was in a good mood but Nash was never really in a good mood...well, except when he was with me.
I would've gushed over the thought of that, the fact that I made him smile when no one else was able to bu
