Brendan Jeremy Drake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
betterplacetoplay) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dreamlikenewyork2015-06-08 12:28 am
betterplacetoplay) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-06-08 12:28 am
@ muserevival | 094.2. Muse Prompt (Quote)
HERE @ muserevival
"Either you decide to stay in the shallow end of the pool or you go out in the ocean." - Christopher Reeve
That moment of disorientation when you woke up in someone else's bed was completely foreign to Brendan. Waking up in someone else's bed naked was a new experience and his hazy mind took a few moments for him to realise where he was and why he was naked. He didn't even sleep naked alone, and that was the first thing he realised when he woke and scrambled to prop himself up on his elbow to wave through the confusion. He was naked, the bed was facing the wrong way, there was a streak of light coming in from between the curtains of a window that wasn't supposed to be right at the end of the bed.
That was because he wasn't in his own bed naked, and he wasn't alone. He wasn't drunk, he wasn't hung over, and he hadn't been randomly sleepwalking and stripped off to get into someone else's bed in his sleep. He was just a heavy sleeper, and it took a couple of beats for his sleepy brain to let him remember that all this was very much by choice and very consensual. But was it all he had been working it up to in his mind? He expected to feel different, or feel something. He just wasn't sure what it was.
Still propped up in the bed, he rubbed his other hand over his face and then let his eyes shift to the equally naked body in the bed beside him. He hadn't pegged himself as the sort to sleep with someone on a first date, but it had happened. It had really happened, and now, he didn't know what he was supposed to do or feel. He had played it safe for so long, figuring if the right person came along, he would just know and it would all be very organic in how it progressed. He had been waiting for that 'right person' and the 'right time' but hadn't identified exactly what that was.
What it actually had been was pretty cliché but he didn't know if should regret that or not. Maybe sitting there in someone else's bed, the guy who had taken your virginity, wasn't the classy thing to do... if there was a way to salvage any classiness from this whole thing. It had been coffee, then dancing at a club, and then Trey asking him back to his apartment. One thing really had led to another, and not at any point during the night had Brendan felt like he wanted to stop any of it.
He drew in a breath and then let it out slowly, still sitting there for a few more moments watching Trey's back rise and fall rhythmically from where he was lying on his stomach with the sheet draped over his waist. It didn't hide his bare arse, and Brendan caught himself blatantly perving for way too long than could be considered 'classy'. He chose to move instead of giving in to temptation to stay. Fuck, it was probably just a one night thing for Trey, maybe seeing it as a way to give Brendan his 'evidence' of what his sexuality might be.
But just as he was pulling on his boxer-briefs and trying to locate the rest of his clothes, he heard a soft mumble of, "Stay."
Pausing, he looked over his shoulder and found Trey watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. He hadn't moved in the bed, but Brendan getting up had probably disturbed him to wakefulness. "I just thought I'd..." He hesitated before continuing, a pile of fake excused jumping into his mind, but he didn't really want to use any of them.
"It can wait. Come back to bed," Trey coaxed.
No doubt there was some hesitation, but Brendan let his jeans drop back onto the floor and he moved to climb back into the bed beside Trey. As he did, Trey rolled over onto his side and the next thing Brendan knew, he was being spooned for the first time in his life, feeling Trey's unapologetic morning wood making itself known against his arse. It still felt strange and he was unaccustomed to the morning after tradition. But Trey's arm was possessively firm around him and he was warm, and smelled fantastic.
He had spent his whole life thinking too much, playing on the safe side, trying to pre-empt the right thing. Now, it was just time to throw caution to the wind and allow him the right to at least see what was could happen next.
muserevival"Either you decide to stay in the shallow end of the pool or you go out in the ocean." - Christopher Reeve
That moment of disorientation when you woke up in someone else's bed was completely foreign to Brendan. Waking up in someone else's bed naked was a new experience and his hazy mind took a few moments for him to realise where he was and why he was naked. He didn't even sleep naked alone, and that was the first thing he realised when he woke and scrambled to prop himself up on his elbow to wave through the confusion. He was naked, the bed was facing the wrong way, there was a streak of light coming in from between the curtains of a window that wasn't supposed to be right at the end of the bed.
That was because he wasn't in his own bed naked, and he wasn't alone. He wasn't drunk, he wasn't hung over, and he hadn't been randomly sleepwalking and stripped off to get into someone else's bed in his sleep. He was just a heavy sleeper, and it took a couple of beats for his sleepy brain to let him remember that all this was very much by choice and very consensual. But was it all he had been working it up to in his mind? He expected to feel different, or feel something. He just wasn't sure what it was.
Still propped up in the bed, he rubbed his other hand over his face and then let his eyes shift to the equally naked body in the bed beside him. He hadn't pegged himself as the sort to sleep with someone on a first date, but it had happened. It had really happened, and now, he didn't know what he was supposed to do or feel. He had played it safe for so long, figuring if the right person came along, he would just know and it would all be very organic in how it progressed. He had been waiting for that 'right person' and the 'right time' but hadn't identified exactly what that was.
What it actually had been was pretty cliché but he didn't know if should regret that or not. Maybe sitting there in someone else's bed, the guy who had taken your virginity, wasn't the classy thing to do... if there was a way to salvage any classiness from this whole thing. It had been coffee, then dancing at a club, and then Trey asking him back to his apartment. One thing really had led to another, and not at any point during the night had Brendan felt like he wanted to stop any of it.
He drew in a breath and then let it out slowly, still sitting there for a few more moments watching Trey's back rise and fall rhythmically from where he was lying on his stomach with the sheet draped over his waist. It didn't hide his bare arse, and Brendan caught himself blatantly perving for way too long than could be considered 'classy'. He chose to move instead of giving in to temptation to stay. Fuck, it was probably just a one night thing for Trey, maybe seeing it as a way to give Brendan his 'evidence' of what his sexuality might be.
But just as he was pulling on his boxer-briefs and trying to locate the rest of his clothes, he heard a soft mumble of, "Stay."
Pausing, he looked over his shoulder and found Trey watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. He hadn't moved in the bed, but Brendan getting up had probably disturbed him to wakefulness. "I just thought I'd..." He hesitated before continuing, a pile of fake excused jumping into his mind, but he didn't really want to use any of them.
"It can wait. Come back to bed," Trey coaxed.
No doubt there was some hesitation, but Brendan let his jeans drop back onto the floor and he moved to climb back into the bed beside Trey. As he did, Trey rolled over onto his side and the next thing Brendan knew, he was being spooned for the first time in his life, feeling Trey's unapologetic morning wood making itself known against his arse. It still felt strange and he was unaccustomed to the morning after tradition. But Trey's arm was possessively firm around him and he was warm, and smelled fantastic.
He had spent his whole life thinking too much, playing on the safe side, trying to pre-empt the right thing. Now, it was just time to throw caution to the wind and allow him the right to at least see what was could happen next.