The BL Nook

I was suddenly awake. I noticed my position had changed, and it looked like it was morning already. I turned to face Josh, he was still asleep. I’ve woken up to his face more times than I can count by now. Ever since the first night we slept on the same bed, we have kept the same routine every Friday night. He was lying on his side facing me, arms crossed. A memory suddenly surfaced: he had woken me up in the middle of the night to take my medicine. He pulled me up gently to sit me up.

“Sean, it’s time for your medicine,” he whispered. He fed me the pills and held a cup of water to my lips. I was half-asleep, but I managed to swallow it. I didn’t remember anything after that.

I turned my body toward him and gently caressed his face. He looked so peaceful. My thumb brushed his lips and I paused. What if he woke up right now while I’m doing this? Would he be disgusted… or would he let me keep doing it?

What if he licked my thumb and pulled me on top of him? All of the sudden putting my thumb in his mouth and biting it. I would climb on top of him and start grinding on him, feeling his rock hard cock on my-

WAIT. HOLD ON.

I jumped out of bed like I’d been electrocuted. I was pitching a full-on tent and my dick was throbbing. It actually hurt. I guess I need an ice-cold shower. 

My shower had glass doors and walls, with the sink next to it and the toilet just beside that. I left the bathroom door slightly open. I’m feeling a little mischievous this morning, I want to test the waters. I figured if he woke up while I was in there, he might need to take a morning piss. And if he did… Well, he’d get a nice show.

I slowly started stroking myself. The thought of having his eyes on my wet body was…

What if he saw me masturbating? Flap, flap, flap.
Ha. Ha.
I would actually like that. I’d like him to join me in the shower, come up behind me and “assist” with stroking my dick.
“Ngh…”

I looked down at my hand. There was a lot of cum. I rinsed it off and lathered myself with body wash.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Josh stood there, eyes half-lidded with sleep. His neck veins popping out. 

“Jeez, you scared me!”
“Sorry, I need to piss.”
“Well then, hurry.”

He shuffled over to the toilet. I heard the loud stream of pee and instantly regretted not recording it as evidence that he was, in fact, a fire hydrant. It went on forever.

I had my back to him, pretending to keep scrubbing even though I was cleaner than my search history, as of late. The toilet flushed, then I heard the sink water turn on. Silence.

Wait… is he still here? Is he watching me?

I turned around as casually as I could manage, but all I saw was his back as he left and closed the door.

Damn. I almost got hard again.

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I came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Josh was now sitting up on the bed, leaning against the wall, one hand behind his head like a pillow, the other holding his phone to his face.

He looked up at me.

“You look like you’re feeling better.”
“Yes, thanks to you,” I replied with a big, bright smile.

“Haha. Damn, what’s with the smile, huh? You better not smile like that to anyone else but me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re a lunatic.”

To change the subject, I asked, “Don’t you have to go to work today?”
“I took the day off.”
“Really? Why?”
“What do you mean why? To take care of you, of course.”

As I searched for clothes, I said, “Well, sorry to break it to ya, but I gotta go to work today.”

“What?! Call off again!”
“I can’t.”

I opened the wardrobe and, with my back to him, grabbed clean underwear. I dropped the towel dramatically, leaving my naked ass fully exposed. I took my sweet time putting on my underwear, just in case he hadn’t gotten a good look earlier.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, then:

“Fine then, I’m staying here until you get back.”
“I might have to do overtime. I’ll be home late.”

As I faced him to finish getting dressed, his mood visibly shifted. He got up, threw his phone onto the bed with force, and stormed toward the bathroom.

“I guess since you’re all better, you don’t need me anymore. You know, I did my best to take care of you and now you’re just going to leave? Guess fuck me then! I shouldn’t have taken such good care of you so you could still be sick and stay home.”

He stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. I think he even locked it, like I was gonna barge in with a bouquet and a boombox.

Well, this was new. I should’ve taken his rant seriously, but I couldn’t help feeling a little turned on. Fuck, he’s cute when he’s mad. Should I go in and apologize? Or just call off sick again?

No time to ponder. I had to get to work.

I left my keys on the kitchen counter and headed out. The ten-minute walk to work felt refreshing. I texted Josh to let him know I left the key and to lock up.

He texted back immediately:
Josh: <K>

What a big baby. He’s probably pouting right now. I wish I could see it.

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At work, I got slammed with tasks. The kind of day that made me glad I didn’t stay home. Around midday, I was called to the chief strategist’s office.

“How are you doing, Mr. Kim?”
“Ah, Sean. Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you.”
“So listen, we’ll be needing you at the uptown office next week.”

We had three branches in Washington. Two in Seattle and one near the Canadian border. The uptown office? Coincidentally… right next to Josh’s place.

“Yeah, I can do that. It’s not far, so I should be able to commute just fine.”
“Glad to hear it. They’re working on an advertising project and need your input on the social media aspect.”
“I’ll have Mark send you the details.”
“Sounds good. Thank you, sir.”

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I got home late, just as I expected and opened the fridge. There were three containers of Josh’s soup and a sticky note that read:

<Eat this, you jerk>

He also drew a middle finger. It was beautifully detailed. Like he’d spent ten minutes shading the knuckles of how angry he was.

I took a few selfies of me eating the soup and picked the best one to send him. He didn’t reply right away. I checked my phone throughout the night. Nothing.

Is he still mad? Just before I went to bed,

Ding.

Josh: <K good>

Yup. He’s still mad. I replied:

Sean: <See you tomorrow ♥️>

He saw it… but didn’t respond.

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The next day, no texts from him. I kept checking my phone, only to see unread messages from Tyler. Ugh. Ignored.

Almost time for the gym. I got ready like clockwork, but I wasn’t sure if Josh would show. Anxious energy crawled under my skin.

What should I say? What can I do to make him happy? Should I get on my knees and beg? While I’m down there, should I pull down his pants and suck his dick as an apology?

It wouldn’t be the best blowjob of his life, but at least he’d know how sorry I was.

Ding

Josh: <I’m outside>

He’s here! Okay. I think I know how to fix this.

I got in the car awkwardly. Glanced at him. He was staring straight ahead.

“I didn’t think you’d come today.”
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s leg day.”
“…Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

God, the awkwardness. I buckled my seatbelt, trying to breathe.

“You’re still upset with me, huh?”
“I’m not. It’s fine. If I was upset, I wouldn’t be here.”

“You didn’t text me all day. Or send me a pic of your lunch. I was looking forward to it.”

He paused. Then said:
“Don’t you think we spend too much time together? We even text all day.”

Ouch.

“If you don’t want to see or talk to me, you can just say that. Trust me, I’ll be fine if I don’t see you often.”

He gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to tear it off.

At the red light, he relaxed his grip and muttered,
“Haa… I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Then how did you mean it?”
“I just… wanted to know if you were getting tired of me. The question came out wrong.”

I looked at him. Perfect set up.

“If I was getting tired of you, then why would I be moving in with you next week?”

He turned to me with wide eyes. Finally. He looked at me, not just the road.

“What?”

I smiled at him the way I did yesterday, like he asked me to.
“It’s only for a week, but yeah. I’m collaborating with the uptown branch on a big advertising project. Aaand… the uptown office is next door to your place.”

He smiled back. Yes. It worked.

“The light’s green.”

“Oh. Right.”

“…Should I take the week off and be your stay-at-home wife?”

“Haha. You don’t have to do that. I’ll be getting off early every day, so I’ll be there to greet you home.”

“Well, I would like that very much.”

“You might get tired of me after next week, though.”

“Pffft… Never.”