Plan B by SJD Peterson

and how good I felt lying against him.
    I knew I should get up and at least clean up the mess on our stomachs and chests, but I was enjoying the afterglow too much, and Lance didn’t seem to be in any hurry to release me. One of his hands had moved up and was stroking my hair, the other drawing random patterns on my back. I closed my eyes and melted further into him.
    When I woke an hour later, we were on our sides facing each other. One of us had pulled the afghan from the end of the bed over us, but we were still pressed close to each other, my head resting on Lance’s bicep. My bladder was screaming at me to get up, but I didn’t want to move. It felt so amazing being in his arms and I was worried this would be a one-time thing. A jolt went through me when I realized I hoped it wouldn’t be. Lying there looking at him, so peaceful, and feeling so warm and content, it was hard to think of him as nothing more than a fuck buddy, but I had to.
    Lance and I had nothing in common beyond the walls of this room. He lived and breathed football. Except for the pants the players wore, I loathed the sport. I was happiest when visiting the theater or art museum. Better yet, performing on a stage. And as for Lance, he…. Well, he liked football. Eventually, whatever it was Lance and I had together, it would end. I looked forward to the times we spent together, but I knew I’d want more. For now, it worked for both of us, our busy lives not allowing for any more. I needed to convince myself that this was all there ever would be for the two of us, and if I was smart, I’d keep my heart firmly locked away.
    Careful not to wake him, I extricated myself from his limbs and got to my feet. The mystery of the afghan was solved as I looked down at his sleeping form. Somehow, I’d managed to pull up my sweats and cover us. Lance’s jeans were still around his thighs, sweatshirt pushed up and the dried remnants of our orgasms obvious on his belly. As I continued to stare at him, my cock began to fill. He looked so good sprawled out there before me like a feast.
    I wasn’t sure when Bo would return. We’d been lucky we weren’t caught and I wasn’t about to push our luck. I covered him, grabbed my cell phone from the desk and some clean clothes from the dresser. I smelled like sex and Lance. While I loved the scent, I wasn’t sure I wanted to explain my new aroma to my roommate. Before quietly stepping out, I grabbed my shower bag and towel and closed the door behind me.
    Once in the hall, I checked my cell, but there were no new messages. I only made it a few steps down the hall when the door to Mike’s room opened and he stepped out. “Hey, Danny, hell of a storm, eh?”
    “Yeah. You wouldn’t happen to have cell service, would you?”
    “Nope. Internet is down too.”
    “Damn! I haven’t heard from Bo all day. Have you seen him?”
    Mike leaned back against his door and shifted the large brown bag he had to his other arm. “Nope. I haven’t seen him all week. Lucky bastard is probably holed up somewhere with his new squeeze.”
    “Probably.” I hoped so anyway. “I’ll see you later.”
    I started to walk away when Mike pushed off from the door and walked with me. “A bunch of us are meeting down in the student lounge. Going to make some hot toddies, want to join us?” He leaned in a little and murmured, “Best to be in a group if the power goes out. We can share body heat.”
    I had to fight not to wrinkle my nose in disgust and keep my face neutral. Mike had moved into the dorm the same time I had and he’d been propositioning me ever since. Nice guy, but yeah, I’m shallow enough to admit that the pus-filled zits that covered his face were a major turn off. The thought of him kissing me, getting close to those festering things, just tripped my gag reflex.
    “I’m going to get a quick shower in case the power does go out and I’ll think about it.” Before he could respond, I quickened my steps to get away