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I watched him for a moment, a gentle smile on my face, before I realized I was being a creep and left the room, quietly closing the door behind me, knowing that if I didn’t shut Sir Cattus out of the room, he’d incorporate it into his midnight zoomies. I went through my usual nighttime routine, turning all the lights off and making sure everything was locked up before I headed to bed.

The feeling of contentment was so strong it made my heart clench with want. I could easily see more nights like this, where we all cuddled up together and watched a movie or read a book. I wondered if that was something Blue would want, and if so, would he want that with someone like me?

As I lay in bed waiting to fall asleep, I contemplated if Blue would still be there when I woke up tomorrow, or if he’d leave during the night without a word.

I desperately hoped he’d stay.

Chapter Six

Blue

Myconsciousnesscameroaringback to me when I rolled over and realized I needed to pee.

Like,seriouslyneeded to pee.

My eyes flew open, then it took my brain a precious few seconds to figure out that I wasn’t actually at home wrapped up in a threadbare sheet. No, I was cocooned in a warm, fluffy blanket on the most comfortable mattress I’d ever had the pleasure of making an acquaintance with.

Had I actually fallen asleep at Henry’s place? Well, that was embarrassing.

The last thing I could recall was resting on the sofa, stroking Sir Cattus between the ears while I leaned against Henry. The videos he was showing me were fascinatingly entertaining and I could see why each one had millions of views.

And now I was in a bed with a comfy blanket thrown over me.

I was still fully dressed, except for my shoes, as I found out by wiggling my toes. I wasn’t wearing any denim, thank God, otherwise I’d be supremely uncomfortable right about now, butthe tailored work pants and shirt I was still wearing weren’t the best things to sleep in either.

The room was still dark, so I assumed it was still nighttime. I wouldn’t be able to confirm exactly what time it was until I found my phone. Getting up and out of the bed, I patted my pockets, finding my old phone pressed tightly into my pants. As I wiggled it out, a faint throb of pain in my upper thigh let me know I must have slept on it at some stage.

I flicked the phone screen to check the time before I got to the door. Two AM. I switched it off again and stumbled down the hallway to get to the bathroom, letting my brain debate the pros and cons of staying at Henry’s versus heading home.

Pros:Henry, warm blankets, heavenly mattress, Henry, no neighbors screaming through the walls, Sir Cattus, Henry.

Cons:No Henry.

After finishing up in the bathroom, I rubbed at the sleep in my eye to wander down the rest of the dark hall to the living room. I settled in, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and letting the peace and quiet flow around me.

I didn’t want to go home.

I wanted to stay here the night and wake Henry up by cooking him pancakes, provided he had the ingredients for pancakes in his kitchen.

I wanted to see his sleep mussed head emerge from his room lit from behind by the morning sun, only to softly smile at me like I was his entire world.

I wanted to look up and into the depths of his gorgeous blue eyes while he hovered above me, mercilessly driving his cock against my prostate repeatedly until we both came so hard we saw stars.

Gulping at the sudden and very sexual road my mind had turned down, I blinked and shook my head to clear my thoughts.No amount of shaking my head was going to get rid of the now painful erection I realized was plaguing me. Still staring at the ceiling, I pressed my hand against my cock to tell it to go away.

It didn’t listen. It simply jerked against my palm, angry that I wasn’t willing to sate the desire it so obviously craved.

“Not everything’s about you, you know,” I murmured to my stubborn dick, pressing down once more before abandoning it to run my hand against my chest. “Stupid cock trying to run the show here. You don’t even know if Henry’s interested in me that way. He could just be a really lovely guy who thinks of me like an adorable kid brother or something.” I groaned and wiped my hands down my face. “A really lovely straight guy. God fucking knows our gaydar’s been on the fritz for the last few years. No wonder I’m still single while all my fucking friends have been off getting hitched and having babies.”

“I’m not straight.”

I froze, my hands glued to my head as Henry’s quiet voice filled the otherwise silent room. Absently, I recognized that speaking my innermost thoughts out loud when not in my own home was not the smartest thing in the world to do, and that was reason enough to finally deflate the throbbing erection that had been plaguing me almost since I’d woken up.

Slowly, I lowered my hands and lifted my head to see him leaning against the wall next to the fridge with his arms crossed and a smirk on his beautiful face. One bare ankle was leisurely crossed against the other, the very picture of calm ease.

Unlike me, he wasn’t wearing much. An old ragged grey t-shirt that had seen far better days but still looked soft and warm hung loosely over his torso, while simple black boxers covered what appeared to be an impressive package. The tattoos I was familiar with seeing on his arms continued down both legs, not full enough to be considered leg sleeves, but they were well on their way to being so soon.

“What?” My brain was fritzing again. He’d said something important, but it hadn’t quite registered yet.

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