« Last post by Beejoux on September 03, 2020, 07:17:39 PM »
"Very hot." It was a warm, but confident response as he brushed his thumb against his cheek, his blue eyes focused on his. It had been a while since Avery could do something like this, the last few interests he’d had were more inclined to avoid anything too personal.
He couldn't help the answering flush. "T-thanks." He didn't see what Avery saw, couldn't see it. He stroked the back of the bigger man's hand, shifting enough for Avery to slid out of him. "If we don't move and get cleaned up we're gonna fall asleep like this and wake up glued to each other."
Avery gave a laugh as he pressed a quick kiss to the palm of Tuck's hand. "Wouldn't be the worse thing to wake up with."
"Maybe not," he conceded with a stroke of his fingers along Avery's hand. "But it'd make sports really hard."
He grinned sitting up on his elbow. "True, but it would be amusing."
Tucker gave an amused huff as he braced his hands against Avery's chest so he could press himself up, wincing just slightly as an expected ache settled into his thighs, ass, and legs. A good ache.
He let the grin rest on his lips as he sat up a little more. "There’s a towel in the closet, or a shirt in the drawer."
"Okay." He didn't immediately try to climb off the bigger man, took his time with it and moved carefully. When he was on his feet he moved gingerly over to the closet to get a towel, and scrubbed at the mess on his stomach and lower as he walked back to offer it over.
He watched as he got the towel, his eyes studying him over before handing it over. Sitting up a bit more he cleaned his stomach and lower off before throwing it to the hamper. "Thanks."
Tucker made a point to grab his boxers off the floor, pulling them on before sitting on the bed again and leaning in against Avery's side.
Avery wrapped an arm around his waist letting his cheek rest on Tuck.
"My back feels better," he said airily, smiling as he lay his hand over Avery's where it rested at his waist.
"Mmm I hoped it would." He smiled pressing a loose kiss to his shoulder.
Tucker gave a pleased hum, happy he'd taken the chance and agreed to the offer for a massage.
He let the silence settle for a few seconds before pressing another kiss. "I would suggest we could stay here but I'm thirsty. I don't know about you?"
"Whatever you want to do," he answered easily. A lot of the caginess and nerves were gone, finally.
"Let's take a walk, find a drink, a snack?" He seemed relaxed, maybe happy even.
"Sure, that sounds good." The bullshit and the chaos that had permeated life for the last few weeks seemed far away from this moment. It felt so good just not having to worry for a little while.
He kissed his shoulder again before getting to his feet, sliding his boxers on, followed by his pants. Digging out a clean shirt from his draw he glanced back at Tucker to see if he needed anything.
He spared Avery's ass an admiring gaze as the taller man stood up, and then set about getting dressed himself. He pulled his pants on slowly, hand sweeping over his pockets, then bent again to grab his shirt. They hadn't used it to clean anything up, so it was fine to drag back over his head. Black hair was still a mess, and two rounds of vigorous sex with a nap in between had not done it any favors.
Avery dug out some flipflops before heading to the bathroom. "Give me a minute to change out of my contacts."
"Okay, take your time." Tuck combed his fingers through his hair, trying and failing to tame it down some. He gave up after a moment.
It was a minute before Avery came back, large black frames and his hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. "Ready?"
Tucker smiled crookedly at him. "Cute." Teasing, but only halfway. He did think he looked cute like that. "Yeah, I'm ready."
He snorted, amused before grabbing his keys and wallet. Holding the door open he waited for Tuck to follow him out.
It made him grin, and he slipped his hands into his pockets as he slid past Avery, glancing around for the horrible roommate.
The other bedroom door was shut, Avery only glanced at it before locking his own bedroom door. Heading to the other door he held it open for him.
There was a small part of him that sort of wished he'd been there, if only to see the look on his face, but it was probably for the best. Tuck glanced at the closed door before following Avery out into the hall.
He locked it behind before heading to the stairs. "Any place in particular you want to go?"
He thought about it as they started down the stairs. "What kind of drink do you want to get?" He glanced up at him. "Weren't you hungry?"
"I was a bit, I figured wherever we go would have some sort of snack, or smoothie." He shrugged, he wasn't particularly picky.
Didn't sound like Avery was angling for beer or anything else of that nature, so that made the choice easy. "There's the diner at the end of the block, they have food and good shakes."
"Perfect." He grinned, holding the door open from the stairs.
Out through the lobby, the front doors and down the stairs. Tucker was walking a little stiffly, not exactly a limp, but similar. He was smiling though, easy and relaxed, shoulders back and head up. He seemed to have forgotten the giant hickey on the side of his neck…
Avery kept glancing over to Tucker, maybe admiring the hickey, maybe just making sure he wasn't too stiff from him.
At one point Tucker happened to notice the glances and it had him quirking dark brows up at him.
Avery grinned, not bothered by the fact he was caught. "Just making sure you are ok."
"A little sore, but I'll be fine." Very much not a complaint. He liked the lingering ache.
"Good," He looked relieved about it, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "What class do you have at eight am?"
"Biology." It would be a short day, only three classes, but he'd have practice too. That would be interesting if the ache persisted.
He made a hint of a grimace. "Sounds like less fun at eight am."
"I don't mind it too much. It's not ridiculously early. Besides, I only have three classes tomorrow, plus practice." He tipped his head up to look at Avery. "Do you have practice tomorrow?"
"We do. Well, more like group training but still the same thing really." He shrugged a bit. "I am not so great with lecture classes at eight am, I've dozed off a few times."
"And it's before soccer?" He had time to stop by, probably. He chuckled at Avery, bumping into his hip. "I don't usually have a problem. Once or twice maybe."
"Yea, though I don't know how exciting it will be." He returned the bump with his arm, gently. "I am better at more active classes at eight am."
"I could still swing by." Exciting or not, he'd like to see what Rugby was all about. And if it was more training than anything else he could get a start on his homework before his own practice.
They were almost at the diner. Tucker flashed Avery a grin. "Maybe you just need a little pick-me-up before classes in the morning."
"I'd like that." It was a bit more sheepish than he wanted it to sound. He could see the diner lights and he grinned at Tuck. "I would love an impromptu pick me up."
"How early can you be up? I could swing by before class..." They might have to take it easy tomorrow morning, if they did meet up. Something a little less...aggressive.
He held the door open for Tucker at the diner, the neon lights outside casting a blue glow. "Six is the earliest I am willing to get up."
Tucker slid a hand along his side as he walked past into the diner. "Set an alarm for six, then." His head tipped. "I should probably get your number."
Avery watched him, a smirk tugging on his lips as he followed him in. "Six it is, and sure."
It was a seat yourself kind of place, and Tucker led the way back to a booth, tucking himself into one of the bench seats. He pulled his phone out, flicking his eyes up to watch Avery settle across from him. He pulled up his contacts and opened a new one, then slid it across the table for the big man to enter his info.
He followed him to the back of the diner, sliding into the seat across before picking up the phone. Raising a brow for a second he smoothed it over and put in his info before handing it back.
As Avery handed it back Tuck pulled up his messenger app and sent a quick text to the other man. A smiley emoji with it's tongue out.
He dug out his own phone from his pocket, smirking at the emote and sent back an
Tucker snorted softly as he pushed his phone aside and looked up at the server that had just walked up to their table to take their order. He got a chocolate shake.
He got the strawberry shake and a plate of fries, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
She smiled and walked away, and Tucker leaned forward to fold his hands on the table. It was late now, the rest of the day catching up with him. Tuck cut off a yawn as he stretched his legs out under the table to brush his foot against Avery's.
Avery rubbed his ankle against his as he laid his chin on his hand resisting the urge to yawn now that he saw Tuck do the same
It was easy to mimic him, propping his head up on his own hand as he smiled across the table at him. "We should probably go to bed after this." So much for getting homework done...
Just this once it couldn't hurt. "You wore me out, handsome."
Avery gave a hint of a blush on his cheeks as he snorted, amused. "Agreed, I am too tired to think about anything other than some cute face in my bed earlier."
He dipped his head, head shaking as he smiled despite himself. "You do know you're way out of my league, right?" He wasn't trying to chase him off, it was just hard to wrap his head around.
"I swear I have no idea what you are talking about." He sat up, slouching back in the booth with a smirk. "I don't think I am out of your league at all, just in the same league."
"Are there no mirrors in your dorm?" He was joking, but also not. The low self esteem ran deep. "Either way," he continued on. "Today's been kinda great, so..."
He stretched his arms across the table to take Tuck's hands. "You are hot, trust me on that and today was... I needed it, needed it for a while."
He blinked as Avery took his hands, head lifting, and something serious flickering across pale features before they softened again, squeezing Avery's fingers. "Yeah. Yeah, I did too."
He smiled too, giving a squeeze before letting go and sitting back. "I am more than happy to be your distraction, any distraction really."
He left his hand on the table between them, fingertips sliding along the smooth top absently. "So long as that goes both ways and I can distract you."
He laughed and nodded as he folded his arms on the table, gazing at him. "I am pretty sure all you have to do is say the word and I will be completely distracted by you."
He couldn't help a grin, even if his cheeks felt hot. "Are you sure? That's an awful lot of power to lay in someone's hands."
"So use it well." He sat up as the waitress brought over the shakes and the plate of fries with ketchup. He moved the plate to the center to share.
His lips pulled in a small smirk before the arrival of their food pulled his attention temporarily off Avery and onto the shake being set down in front of him. They were real and thick with whipped cream and cherries, and Tucker hadn't even waited for her to walk away before he'd helped himself to a large bite.