When The Morning After Turns Out Hotter Than the Night Before
Somehow we’d forgotten the blinds were open, so with the sun streaming in, we woke up feeling like we were in a kiln. The air-con was off and the room was already too warm. Sweat slid down the parts of my skin where I was still stuck to Scott.
Scott who snored. Scott who, even after too much beer and a night of drunkenly taking my cock and slurring compliments, still looked like he belonged on the cover of Men’s Health.
I crept out of bed slowly, partly for the sake of my hangover and partly so I wouldn’t wake him. I had no idea what mood he might be in. I’d braced myself for the straight-guy morning-after-regret routine.
I drained the tiny minibar bottle, refilled it at the sink, drained it again, then slid it back into the fridge.
The room was as loud as my headache, one of those hotels that mistake bright paint and bad art for luxury. The air-con display glowed from a wall painted ruby red.
I switched it on, relieved at the cool air humming through the vent overhead, then pulled the blinds halfway so the light stayed but didn’t blind us.
I crawled back into bed and watched him lying there naked, his soft cock resting against his thigh, one arm flung across his chest, the other lying open beside him as if it expected to find me there again.
With a clearer head I wondered how we’d gone weeks barely speaking until yesterday and how we’d jumped from working side by side on site to fucking in bed.
Beer.
But it was also the way he talked about trust, about how Jodie had burned him.
Lying there, I kept replaying that whole talk: his mortgage back home, the fence-and-dog dream, the way he said he hadn’t let anyone in since.
The worst part was hearing him flat-out rule out ever dating a man.
I’m not new to sleeping with men, but I’m not the guy who usually talks about it on a job site. I came to this town to work, keep my head down, send money home. I wasn’t looking for anything beyond the next paycheck and a quiet beer at the end of the shift.
Scott had been background noise for weeks, just another body in hi-vis and dust, until that afternoon we ended up outside with too many beers. That was the first time I saw the person under the dirt and the tool belt.
But Scott was the first guy I’d clicked with in years. We both worked the same brutal hours on site, starting at dawn, covered in dust by lunch.
I wasn’t ready for anything serious, but if I ever was, it would be with someone like him.
I shrugged and slid an arm across his chest. His hand found mine and held it. Eyes still shut, voice rough with sleep, he muttered, “Hey… you figure out where the coffee was?”
I smiled at the weight of his hand on mine. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his, even if only for a second.
He opened his eyes, blue circular flames still a little glassy with sleep, and stared back at me. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
“Good morning. I was having this nice dream that it was my turn to fuck you.”
Those words hit lower in my chest than I wanted to admit. Smiling, I kissed him again and turned to figure out the coffee.
His hand caught mine and tugged me back. I fell onto the bed as Scott rolled over to face me.
“Wait.”
He kissed me. “Don’t you be running away.”
I shook my head but kissed him again, feeling my erection already. When I pulled back I saw he was hard too.
“Now I’m conflicted. Coffee, or…” I nodded at his cock, already throbbing.
He smiled. “Fuck the coffee.” He rolled on top of me. “But a shower’s mandatory.”
I nodded. “Well, maybe shower and coffee. I’m feeling a bit… dusty.”
Moving sluggishly, Scott dragged himself off the bed, watching me the whole time with a look that gave away his conflict.
“I’ll sort out coffee, then get in the shower after you.”
He nodded, and as he walked off I caught myself staring at his ass again, solid, a little hairy, the kind of shape you get from climbing ladders and hauling cable reels all day.
Coffee was simple, just a little chrome percolator that hissed to life the second I pressed the button. By the time the mugs were full I’d half-answered a couple of texts, pretending I wasn’t listening for the bathroom door.
Steam rolled out first, then Scott followed, still naked, toweling his hair dry, that crooked grin back on his face.
“What?” he asked me.
I got up and handed him a coffee, our fingers brushing.
“You look pretty good all clean. I mean… you looked pretty good yesterday covered in dust too.”
The grin widened into a big smile.
“You’re about to look a fuck-load better with my cock in your ass. Get in that shower.”
I carried my coffee into the bathroom and set it on the vanity. The mirror was already foggy as I turned the tap until the pipes shuddered and the shower sprayed hot water. The first hit of heat across my shoulders made me moan, so I lifted my head and let the water wash away the sleep and some of the hangover.
Behind me I heard the bathroom door open and felt the draft cut through the steam. I turned my head just enough to see Scott standing there naked, coffee in one hand, grinning.
“You’re a bit of a voyeur, aren’t you?”
He sipped his coffee, then nodded. “You’re something to watch.”
I turned and slowly soaped my ass, making sure to spread my cheeks so he could see everything.
Within seconds he was at the shower door, coffee cup next to mine on the vanity, cock rock-hard.
“If you’re not done in a few seconds, we’ll have to do it right here, right now.”
I stared, then slowly opened the shower door and moved back, turning so water could wash down my back and rinse my ass.
Scott came in behind me, and I felt his cock press against my ass as his arms came around me.
He kissed the back of my neck while his hands stroked my chest. As he hugged me from behind and I felt his cock nudging up under me, brushing my balls, I felt the adrenaline rush inside me.
There was no better way to spend a Saturday morning.
He turned me around, pushing me against the tiles. They were cool against my back at first, but when his body pressed into mine and he kissed me, I only felt the warmth of his body and our hard cocks pressed together.
The kiss though was enough to give me shivers, the taste of coffee on both our tongues as they met and licked, our lips fitting together as though we’d been doing this for years.
I loved the way his arms moved around me, behind my shoulders, the back of my head, then traveled down to my ass, gently massaging my cheeks and slipping his fingers into my crack as hot water splashed around us.
He took more soap, applied it to my butt, then some on his cock, and then tried to fuck me.
I turned, laughing. “Okay, you’re quite new at this, aren’t you?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
“Soap? No. We need lube.”
He seemed to think about it, then turned, but I caught his arm and stopped him.
“Give me a second, it’ll be more comfortable in bed. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
Scott nodded, put his head through the shower spray to kiss me, then gave me one more look before he turned and left the shower to dry himself.
As soon as he left the bathroom, I prepared myself as best I could and finished the shower. My cock was hard the entire time as I got out, dried myself and took a big sip of my cooled-down coffee before leaving the bathroom.
Scott was on the bed reading something on his phone. As soon as I walked in, he threw the phone to the floor and grinned, then patted the side of the bed next to him.
“Ready when you are,” he said, face lighting up.
I laughed. “Man, have you always been this impatient?”
He brought a hand to his chin and pretended to think, then said, “Yeah.”
I crawled across the bed and straddled him, bringing my face to his and our lips together. I felt his hands pull me down on top of him, instantly feeling how hard his cock was next to mine.
I kissed the corner of his mouth, then the edge of his jaw, slow enough to taste the steam still clinging to his skin. He smelled of clean water and coffee, nothing fancy, just that mix of soap and sweat that made me want to stay there.
His hands slid down my back, rough palms catching on damp skin, then gripped my ass like he already knew the shape of it. I ground against him, our cocks sliding between us, wet from the shower and leaking.
Scott groaned, a low sound that rattled through his chest into mine. He caught my mouth again, the kiss harder this time, all tongue and teeth and hunger. His legs shifted wider beneath me, heels digging into the mattress.
“Lube,” I said against his mouth, already reaching for the drawer.
He didn’t let go of me, just nodded, eyes fixed on mine as if the thought of looking away might break whatever this was.
Scott shifted under me, kissing slower now, his palms tracing over my hips as if he needed to memorize every part of me. The bottle of lube was still sitting there, untouched. He seemed more into the way our cocks slid together, that slow, sticky drag that made him grunt into my mouth.
I shifted my knees wider so I could press more of me against him, chest to chest, both of us still damp from the shower. The room wasn’t hot but we were already sweating. He kissed the side of my neck, slow and rough, stubble scraping my throat. It made me suck in a breath.
“You feel good,” he muttered, voice low, almost a growl in my ear.
He reached for the lube on the bedside, flipped the cap and squeezed some into his palm. I caught the smell of it mixed with the faint coffee still on his breath. He rubbed it between his hands first, then down along his cock until it shone wet.
“You good?” he asked, eyes flicking up at me for a second.
I nodded and slid off his hips, lying back so he could move over me. He shifted with me, one hand braced on my hip as he settled between my legs. The first slow nudge of his cock at me made me tense, so he held still, thumb tracing lazy circles on my side until I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Slow!” I said, then in a softer voice, “It’s been a while.”
He nodded, smiling reassuringly, as if to say he had this.
When I felt his cock press against my hole, I immediately tensed. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax.
He had that cheeky look on his face, like he felt nervous for me but was also taking extra time.
I opened my legs, relaxed more as he dropped back on top of me and kissed me again. His cock pushed in slightly and I gasped, closed my eyes again.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, then opened my eyes. “Yeah. We’re good, just slow…”
He pushed it in, inch by inch as I opened up and relaxed into it. It didn’t take long before I felt him push it all the way in.
The way his eyes smiled, begging me to let him stay. I nodded. “We’re good,” and moved my hands around his waist and lifted my legs around him.
His blue eyes were alight, his lips pressed tight like there were too many senses flowing through his body as he began to thrust gently into me.
I found myself opening up easily, even wrapping my legs around his firm ass and helping him rock at a steady pace as I felt his thick cock push into me again and again.
We had a good rhythm going, so he relaxed a little and embraced me, hands roving around my shoulders and my neck as we kissed again, intense, passionate and grounding.
I already felt myself getting close.
As if reading my mind, he nodded. “I can cum whenever you want. I’m trying to hold back,” he added with a smile.
The more he kissed me, the more he fucked me, the closer I got, especially with his stomach pressing onto my cock and causing just the right amount of friction.
My legs pulled him in so he could get in deep. I felt my prostate being hit as he moved in and out quicker now, building momentum.
“Fuck!” he said, as he suddenly slowed.
I moaned, kissing him again, then watching him when he leaned back.
“Aargh!” he grunted loudly.
I could feel his jizz inside me as it exploded just as I felt mine erupt.
Even as I came, he continued fucking me slowly, as if he was making sure to get it all in.
I let him continue because the sensation was still comfortable as the last of my jizz smeared between us.
Then he collapsed on top of me, face in my neck, breath rapid.
I pulled his chest into mine and hugged him while we both enjoyed that post-fuck glow.
I think we slept a little then, with Scott on top, still snoring, but it felt comfortable, his legs on either side of me so not all his weight was on me.
We woke up around the same time. My eyes opened as his did. I saw the initial confusion in his eyes register where he was and how he was positioned.
He kissed me, then slid off.
“Wow. Totally zonked!”
“Yeah, hangover’s almost gone too,” I said.
He lay next to me, looking toward the window. “I was thinking of checking out the town. There’s this cool place, it’s like an art exhibition but with a bookshop and a bunch of stuff nearby.”
I nodded. “That sounds cool,” but felt a flicker of disappointment.
“Shall we get some breakfast near there? And wander around?”
“Sure,” I said, relieved. I’d almost thought he meant he was going on his own.
So that’s how I found myself a couple of hours later, as breakfast settled and we walked and talked, laughing and joking, realizing that in just under twenty-four hours I’d started to like Scott a lot more than I’d thought possible.
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