It's been awhile since I wrote anything. This is pretty short, but I'm working on more. Hope you like it...

He seizes the younger man’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly. Their naked, sweating bodies move in unison, at a comfortable pace. No frenzied thrusts or rushed caresses, but a gentle expression of their love.

His lover raises his legs, wrapping them around his waist, desperate for the closeness. His lover’s other hand grasps the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips meet, timid at first, as if it were their first kiss, but quickly grow more fervent. His lips part, allowing their tongues to mingle. There is no need for breath here; the two men crave only each other.

He feels himself close to the edge, the tight warmth around his erection too much for him to handle. He pulls away from his lover, breaking their kiss, as he gives himself enough room to take the younger man’s swollen cock into his hand, building his stroking motions up to match the pace of his thrusts. His lover tilts his head back, moaning in the throes of passion. His neck is exposed and is promptly covered in kisses. Laughing in between moans, his lover twists out of reach.

“Stop. That tickles.”

His lover flashes an adorable smile and he can’t help but kiss this irresistible man lying beneath him. He bites down on the younger man’s bottom lip as he feels himself release, tremors of pleasure running through his body. He feels his lover do the same, his cum coating their torsos as they rub together. Pulling out, he collapses on the bed, breathing heavily as the man next to him still shakes, feeling the aftereffects of his orgasm. He wraps his arms around his lover tightly.

“I love you.”

Silence. There is no answer and all of the sudden Mike realizes he is alone in his bed. Breathing heavily and feeling wet and sticky, he glances around the room, wide-eyed and hoping his roommate was not woken by his wet dream.

He calms down, allowing himself to relax when he sees that his band mate is still sleeping in the next bed. He is curled up on his side, hands by his face, mumbling between steady breaths that indicate his deep slumber. Mike inwardly smiles at how cute his friend is while he’s sleeping, but is shaken out of his thoughts as the younger man stirs, and just barely opens his eyes to peek at him.

“Mike? Is it already time to get up?”

His voice is low and raspy as it always is when he just wakes up.

“No! No, go back to sleep. I’m just going to the bathroom.”

Mike quickly gets out of bed, hiding himself from the other man as he grabs some clean boxers and disappears into the bathroom. He cleans himself up, and stands in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection as he splashes water on his face.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

Mike sighs, wiping his face dry and heads back to bed. His roommate has shifted in his sleep, lying on his back, arms spread, with the covers pushed down around his waist revealing a toned chest and abs. Mike stops in his tracks for a moment, gazing at the beautiful man on display for him, but quickly shakes his head of these thoughts. He climbs into bed, curling up under the covers and allowing sleep to overtake him.

‘I’m tired. That’s all. No need to worry myself with this.’