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Chris awoke with a start. It was pitch black in the room and for a moment he was totally confused as to where he was. Then he heard steady breathing beside him, and he remembered.
He and his mate Michael were on their way to another mate's wedding when the car broke down on the motorway. By the time the RAC van had arrived and figured out the problem, it was well past 10pm, and the guy needed a part to get them back on the road which he didn't have on board, so he towed them to a garage in the next town, leaving a message for the owners to pick up in the morning, and offered to drive them to a nearby hotel, dropping them at a Travellodge just half a mile or so up the road. When they went to the desk, the girl informed tham that, yes, she did have a room available for the night, but only a double. Chris looked at Mike, who shrugged and said "Sure, why not? It's too late to start looking for anywhere else now."
They were both pretty bushed by now, so, having grabbed a couple of cokes form the machine in the hallway, they headed upstairs, and were pretty soon heading for bed.
"Guess I'd best keep these on," MIke grinned as he got down to his boxers.
"Yeah, sure." Chris agreed. "You'll be safe enough mate."
"I know that. Not like we haven't shared a bed before."
"True. But that time we were both in sleeping bags!"
"Good point. Well, I'll trust you if you'll trust me."
"No bother. Lets get some sleep then."
And they both settled down under the duvet and were soon fast asleep.
Now, Chris reached for his phone to check the time. Still only 6.20am - too early to be getting up. He turned back on his side to try and get back to sleep. Beside him, Mike stirred in his sleep and muttered something, turning over towards Chris so he could feel his warm breath on his neck and bare shoulder. Quite reassuring. As he wriggled to get more comfortable, he felt his leg brush against Mike's. Mike mumbled something again, and moveda bit closer, bring his arm round under the duvet to rest on Chris's chest, gently pulling him a bit closer until he could feel his pal's chest hair brushing against his back. He tried to edge away but Mike tightened his grip and nuzzled in towards his neck. Chris froze for a moment. What should he do? He didn't want to wake Mike up, but this was getting a bit close for comfort. Not that it didn't feel good - but that was part of the trouble; Mike was totally comfortable knowing his best mate was gay, but straight as they come himself - a real man's man. They'd met at Uni when freshman Mike had moved onto Chris's corridor in his final year, and had quickly struck up an easy friendship, training together at the gym, drinking in the Union bar and generally hanging out. The friendship continued after Chris graduated and still, some 5 years later, they met up regularly for meals, nights on the town and the occasional hiking trip in the dales. In all that time, Mike had had a long string of girlfriends and never shown any sign of anything more than friendship towards Chris. So suddenly waking up in bed to find his arm around him and his lips nuzzling his neck was a little unsettling. Pleasant, but unsettling. Chris tried to gently edge away again, but Mike just held him tighter. Disturbingly, as Mike moved in closer, Chris was sure he could feel the hardness of his morning wood pressing against his backside. He made a determined effort to move away.
To be continued.
He and his mate Michael were on their way to another mate's wedding when the car broke down on the motorway. By the time the RAC van had arrived and figured out the problem, it was well past 10pm, and the guy needed a part to get them back on the road which he didn't have on board, so he towed them to a garage in the next town, leaving a message for the owners to pick up in the morning, and offered to drive them to a nearby hotel, dropping them at a Travellodge just half a mile or so up the road. When they went to the desk, the girl informed tham that, yes, she did have a room available for the night, but only a double. Chris looked at Mike, who shrugged and said "Sure, why not? It's too late to start looking for anywhere else now."
They were both pretty bushed by now, so, having grabbed a couple of cokes form the machine in the hallway, they headed upstairs, and were pretty soon heading for bed.
"Guess I'd best keep these on," MIke grinned as he got down to his boxers.
"Yeah, sure." Chris agreed. "You'll be safe enough mate."
"I know that. Not like we haven't shared a bed before."
"True. But that time we were both in sleeping bags!"
"Good point. Well, I'll trust you if you'll trust me."
"No bother. Lets get some sleep then."
And they both settled down under the duvet and were soon fast asleep.
Now, Chris reached for his phone to check the time. Still only 6.20am - too early to be getting up. He turned back on his side to try and get back to sleep. Beside him, Mike stirred in his sleep and muttered something, turning over towards Chris so he could feel his warm breath on his neck and bare shoulder. Quite reassuring. As he wriggled to get more comfortable, he felt his leg brush against Mike's. Mike mumbled something again, and moveda bit closer, bring his arm round under the duvet to rest on Chris's chest, gently pulling him a bit closer until he could feel his pal's chest hair brushing against his back. He tried to edge away but Mike tightened his grip and nuzzled in towards his neck. Chris froze for a moment. What should he do? He didn't want to wake Mike up, but this was getting a bit close for comfort. Not that it didn't feel good - but that was part of the trouble; Mike was totally comfortable knowing his best mate was gay, but straight as they come himself - a real man's man. They'd met at Uni when freshman Mike had moved onto Chris's corridor in his final year, and had quickly struck up an easy friendship, training together at the gym, drinking in the Union bar and generally hanging out. The friendship continued after Chris graduated and still, some 5 years later, they met up regularly for meals, nights on the town and the occasional hiking trip in the dales. In all that time, Mike had had a long string of girlfriends and never shown any sign of anything more than friendship towards Chris. So suddenly waking up in bed to find his arm around him and his lips nuzzling his neck was a little unsettling. Pleasant, but unsettling. Chris tried to gently edge away again, but Mike just held him tighter. Disturbingly, as Mike moved in closer, Chris was sure he could feel the hardness of his morning wood pressing against his backside. He made a determined effort to move away.
To be continued.