They came one after the other, mouths open on silent gasps. Nick was pinned by Dex, and Dex was heavy. Solid.
This time, they managed to clean themselves up, Dex sacrificing his shirt to the cause. Dex climbed off the bed and padded to the bathroom. Nick wished the light were still on so he could watch him in motion. Dex didn’t close the door, and Nick listened, half amused, half embarrassed, while Dex peed. That, too, felt intimate. Maybe a bit too intimate. Nick squirmed on the bed, pulled the sheet over himself, and waited.
When Dex climbed back into bed, they just lay there, staring at each other in the dark, tiny grins barely visible. This high up, the streetlights didn’t really reach, so all the illumination seemed to come from the moving haze of London, like a shifting, glowing sk
