Lazarus comes in late, smelling of booze and cigarettes from a night of indulgences. I frown in displeasure as the vile smell offenses my nostrils. I keep still, careful of any movement, while hoping that he will think that I am sound asleep. He stumbles rather inelegantly to the shower, making an absolute noise as he goes. I hear him sighing and he wrestles with his belt. I cannot help but peek to see the discarding of clothes as he reaches the doorway of the bathroom. I catch a glimpse of his perfectly shaped ass and my face heats. Then he disappears for about ten minutes leaving the room quiet and calm before I hear him dressing and making his way to the bed covered in dark sheets. I concentrate on keeping my breathing even and my heartbeat low as he lies down with another heavy sigh. H
