4
L awrence’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and it only took him a moment to recall the events of last night. His soul had been taken from him, and he wasn’t quite sure it had all settled back within his body yet. He was about to stretch when he registered the weight.
Remy’s arm was over his waist, and Lawrence’s back was to the other man’s chest. Lawrence melted into the feeling for a moment. He wasn’t often the little spoon, so he wasn’t the one being held most of the time.
He shook himself mentally. He wasn’t a fan of this feeling, this other side that Remy was eliciting from him. Even when Lawrence bottomed, on the rare occasion that he did, he’d never been controlled the way he had been last night, still being the one in control even then.
Last night was different. Last night, Lawrence had been coaxed into giving up control, and he hadn’t put up much of a fight. He wasn’t even sure he had been coaxed into doing so. He’d enjoyed it, being taken and used, controlled and commanded. Yet, he disliked it at the same time.
Thatdislike,andthe fact that he didn’t need a repeat or want to feel things he couldn’t explain again had Lawrence slowly slipping away from Remy. The other man’s arm slid from his waist.
Quietly, he went over to the chair where his clothes were. He grabbed them and his shoes, tiptoeing out of the bedroom. Once he was in the living room, Lawrence rushed to put his clothes on. He made sure his keys were still in the pocket of his slacks before putting his shoes on and leaving the condo, sure to lock the door behind him.
He stood there for a moment. He knew an access card was needed to get to the floor, but he hoped one wasn’t required to leave. Deciding that he wouldn’t take any chances of getting onto the elevator and then getting stuck and unable to go down without the card, Lawrence went to the stairs. He was sure he didn’t need a card to open the door because it would be a hazard for those living on the floor if so.
He descended the stairs until he reached his destination floor, the parking garage. He went to his car, unlocking the driver’s side door before sliding in. He opened the console, grabbing his phone where he’d decided to leave it the night before.
Pulling out of the parking space, Lawrence exited the garage and headed towards his apartment. The drive would only take him fifteen minutes. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was going on eleven.
When he reached his building, Lawrence grabbed his phone and headed to his door, waving at one of his neighbors as he passed.
Once inside, he went to his bedroom and into his bathroom. He needed a shower. He’d cum more last night than he had in a week or two of intercourse. His body was sore, and while Remy had done an excellent job of cleaning him up after both of their sessions, Lawrence was aware that he needed to be cleaned out.
He started the shower, and as he waited for it to heat up, he got everything he needed to clean himself out and brushed his teeth.
He undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him. He stood under the spray for several long minutes, enjoying how it felt on his sore muscles. He cleaned himself out, wanting to remove any lingering lubricant that may have remained before bathing.
When he finished his shower, Lawrence stepped out, drying off before wrapping a towel around his waist. He entered his bedroom, grabbing his lotion from his dresser. He sat at the end of the bed, feeling the remnants of his night with Remy as he did so. His back was sore, his entrance the same, but it was the pain that came after incredible sex .
Lawrence shook that from his thoughts as he continued to moisturize himself. He wouldn’t see Remy again, so there was no need to think about the events any further.
Once he’d moisturized, Lawrence pulled on a pair of boxers. Not having anywhere he was going that Sunday, he didn’t feel the need to get dressed. He was starving, his appetite having been worked up the night before, and the feeling settled deep within his stomach.
Going to his refrigerator, he pulled out some eggs, ham, a red pepper, and some spinach. An omelet would be pretty quick, and Lawrence had a taste for eggs. He always did after good sex. Lawrence hadn’t even noticed that was the case until he’d been talking to Erin one day, and she’d stated she had particular foods she’d eat after sex—good sex food, okay sex food, and lousy sex food, as she called them.
It made Lawrence wonder if omelets were his good sex food since he usually just made eggs and was content with those after okay sex.
Plating his omelet, Lawrence grabbed a fork and entered his living room. He grabbed his remote, propping his feet up on the coffee table. He ate his omelet while he watched the crime show playing.
Lawrence set his plate aside on the coffee table once finished and momentarily leaned back into the cushion. He needed to check his phone. Alijah was supposed to let him know when they had landed safely. Though he knew she’d be exhausted, not only from the flight but also from Kieran.
He knew he may not have received anything from her yet, so Lawrence decided to finish the episode he was watching. One episode turned into two, and by the time he was on the third, his phone rang.
Getting up from the couch, Lawrence went to his bedroom. He discarded his phone on his bed when he arrived home. Picking it up, he stared at the screen momentarily, then silenced the phone after several seconds.
He and Remy had exchanged numbers before leaving the building where the wedding was held just in case Lawrence lost him in traffic or vice versa. Lawrence hadn’t expected the other man to call him. At least, that was his thought before they’d slept together; he wasn’t sure what to think about the after-sex communication, mainly because he hadn’t thought about it.
It wasn’t lost on Lawrence that Remy enjoyed their night together, enjoyed the way Lawrence submitted to him, yet challenged him on occasion. Lawrence was confused by it. So, he decided not to communicate. After a short time, he was sure that Remy would move on to whoever he had his sights on having in his bed next.
R emy felt around the bed, feeling for Lawrence as sleep faded from his mind. When his hand didn’t come into contact with the other man, he slowly opened his eyes to find that he was alone in his king-sized bed.
Sitting up, Remy listened momentarily to see if Lawrence was in the bathroom. However, when he glanced at where he’d laid the other man’s clothes the night before after undressing him, Remy found they were missing, and he knew that Lawrence was gone.
He was mildly shocked that Lawrence wasn’t there. Remy planned to indulge in some morning play and then take Lawrence to lunch. He’d enjoyed his time with the other man last night, in the bedroom and outside of it, from their small conversations. Remy wasn’t opposed to getting to know Lawrence better.
Throwing the duvet off himself, Remy got out of bed and entered the bathroom. He relieved himself before washing his hands and face and brushing his teeth.
He exited the bathroom, stopping momentarily in his bedroom to pull on a pair of boxers. He went to the bar where he’d set his phone the night before. Picking it up, he went to Lawrence’s number, which he’d saved last night before they drove to his condo.
The phone rang several times before going to voicemail, and Remy hung up, not feeling the need to leave a message. He would give Lawrence time to see his missed call before trying him later in the evening. He wouldn’t assume that he was being ignored just yet .
Though Remy couldn’t think of why Lawrence would ignore him, he knew the other man had enjoyed their night together. His body’s response and vocalizations told Remy everything he needed to know. He put his phone down and went into the kitchen.
He’d make himself something to eat and relax for the rest of the day. With Kieran being out of the office for the next couple of weeks, Remy had more work on his plate, but he didn’t mind. It would make his days go by even faster, and for the most part, Alijah had scheduled many of Kieran’s meetings for when they returned. Remy was only taking the ones that absolutely couldn’t wait until then.
When his breakfast was ready, Remy sat at his island, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t make a habit of working much on the weekends, but he checked his work email to see if he had anything urgent since he wasn’t in the mood to watch television.
He wasn’t surprised that he had several emails, but none were pressing, so he would deal with them tomorrow.
Once he finished his breakfast, Remy washed the dishes he’d used before deciding he would do his laundry. He’d dropped his suits off at the cleaners Friday, and Chloe would pick them up tomorrow morning. Unlike Kieran, Remy hadn’t felt the need for a live-in assistant. However, Chloe was on-call, though Remy avoided calling her at all hours if it could be helped.
Sorting his clothes, Remy put the first load into the washer before browsing his bookshelf. He looked at the books he’d bought last weekend, choosing one at random. Remy liked to read more than watch television.
Resting his side against the arm of the couch, Remy flipped to the first page and began reading. He’d read the descriptions when he bought the books. However, he liked to wait a few days, allowing himself to forget before starting them. He would then randomly pick one and read it without rereading the description. Remy liked being surprised by the book he’d chosen.
When the washer signaled that his first load was finished, Remy finished the page he was on, got up, moved the clothes to the dryer, and placed the next load into the washer. He returned to his book, and the rest of his day went the same way .
It was almost seven before Remy put the book aside and entered the kitchen. He looked through his refrigerator and pantry for something to cook before deciding he wasn’t in the mood and would order something instead.
After he’d placed his order and hung up, Remy looked at his call log as it appeared on the screen. He pressed the second contact down. Again, it rang before voicemail picked up, and Remy decided to send a text.
Remy: I enjoyed last night. We should do it again, as well as have dinner.
When his takeout arrived, Remy allowed the delivery person to come up to the floor and tipped them for their service before placing his food on the island. He then went to the bar and poured himself a drink, grabbing his book. Since it wasn’t a particularly long book, he only had a couple of chapters left.
Remy finished the book as he ate before cleaning up and pulling his last load from the dryer. He’d been placing them all in the laundry baskets as they finished. Now that he finished his book, he figured he would turn a movie on and fold them.
Only after he’d folded all the clothes and the movie had gone off, Remy noticed Lawrence hadn’t texted him back. So, he was being ignored. Remy decided that if that was the way Lawrence wanted it to be, wanted to leave it, then he would do so. He was old enough to know that sex was sometimes just that. It was he who told Lawrence that was what he could give him. Neither of them held an obligation to the other.
After putting up his laundry, Remywasback on the couch, flipping through channels. He could start another book, but he knew himself well enough to know that if he got into it, he’d be up all hours of the morning trying to finish it.
Instead, he settled on what looked like a historical mystery movie, realizing that his day had not gone the way he’d planned, but it could have been worse.