"I'll be quick."
"Can I take a shower?"
"Sure. Got your clean undies?"
"Yeah."
She reached for his bag, but he beat her to it. Remembering the condoms rolled up in his boxers, he took the gym bag from her.
"No worries. I got this." He chucked it on the couch.
"Just trying to help a brother out."
Colby stopped, turning to face her. "No offense, Ave. I don't really wanna be your brother."
Avery raised an eyebrow and smirked before heading to the bathroom. He heard the door shut and the water start running. Instead of waiting for her to finish, he brushed his teeth in the kitchen and cleaned up the last of the dishes. By that time, Avery was done. He grabbed his bag and got a quick shower. He put on his pajama pants and wandered into her room.
"You want me in here, or on the couch?"
Instead of replying, Avery stared at him, her jaw dropped. Colby frowned. What was wrong with her? Had she completely lost her mind? He always asked her where she wanted him to sleep. Suddenly self-conscious, he took a step away from her, his hands moving nervously around his body. He felt like he should cover up, but wasn't sure what part to conceal. Avery continued to stare.
"Goddamn, Colb. There's a hot bod under all that clothing," she breathed.
Colby ran his hands over his body. Surely she'd seen him without his shirt before? Apparently not. She was struck dumb by the sight of him. The heat of her gaze warmed him and he felt the blood rush south in a most uncomfortable way. All he needed was for her to freak because he had a hard-on in her bedroom. She'd think he was some sort of lecherous pervert. His hands inadvertently found their way to the fig leaf position. He wanted to cross his legs, but forced himself not to.
"You can sleep in here," she mumbled, staring openly at his groin. "Nothing's gonna happen," she stated more firmly, her eyes rising to his face.
"Yeah. Sure. Of course. Nothing. Yeah.... I should probably sleep on the couch, babe." He pointed awkwardly over his shoulder.
"Why? Do you think I'm going to rape you in your sleep?"
Colby chuckled uncomfortably. "No, I'm kinda afraid you won't."
"You can sleep in here."
He was going to lie on top of the covers, but she pulled them aside.
"It's freezing tonight. You can sleep under the covers. But no funny stuff, or you'll be singing soprano."
He held his hands from his sides and put an extra pillow between them. "I will do my best. But what I do in my sleep, I can't be castrated for. And when I wake up with wood, you can't yell."
They'd already had that difficult conversation the first time he slept in with her. He'd woken, not only cuddling her, but with his erection resting happily between her butt cheeks. It had taken some fast talk, and a few internet searches, for her to believe that he had no control over that.
Her eyes drifted to his groin again and she gulped. "I won't yell," she promised.
Colby turned out the light and climbed into bed. Avery lay on her side, facing away from him. He did the same on the other side of the bed.
"Night, Ave," he said.
"Night, Colb."
"I love you," he added softly.
"I love you, too. I won't make you wait much longer," she said. "I promise. I just need a little more time."
"Got all the time in the world," he replied, eyes drifting shut.
He felt movement on the other side of the bed as Avery rolled over and kissed him. Actually, her lips brushed his ear, but it was meant as a furtive kiss. Smiling, he snuggled down under the covers and fell asleep.
Colby woke with an unfamiliar weight on his chest. His eyes fluttered open and were greeted with a tangle of red hair. Avery lay with her head on his chest and one arm and leg draped over him. One of his hands fondled her breast. The other clasped her ass. Slowly and carefully, he moved his hands so she wouldn't be angry when she woke. He really needed to pee, but wasn't sure how to get out of bed without waking her. He'd never had a woman use him as a pillow. The rare times that women had slept over, they'd stayed on their side of the bed.
Easing over, he slid to the edge. Avery snuggled onto his pillow instead, sighing contentedly in her sleep. Colby quietly used the bathroom and went back to bed. Avery was sprawled diagonally across it. He chuckled, shaking his head. He didn't know how he'd get back in without disturbing her. It was cold in the apartment. He shivered and walked to the other side of the bed. There was just enough room for him if he curled up in a semi-fetal position.
Avery scooted over a little when he climbed in. He was able to stretch out his legs, but had to lie on his side. He dozed off, waking again with Avery on his chest. This time, her hand had crept down, cupping his groin. Agony and bliss at once. It felt good having her touch him, but it frustrated him as well. He liked the change, though. In all the times they'd shared her bed, she'd never used him as a pillow, or grasped his dick in her sleep.
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