HT100 Challenge #52 - Self Gratification: Laundry Time
With a little encouragement from RowanFairchild, I submit a late drabble...
Laundry Time
Chris stares at the back of Toby`s head. Beecher smiles and nods at something Cyril says, then twists around, looking for Keller - sensing his intensity: **He's there, somewhere. I can feel him.** Nooter makes Cyril laugh, and Toby turns back to Miss Sally. Chris leans against the second floor rail, remembering this morning - his groin pressed against Toby's hip. The sweet pain of hardness against bone. Hand deep in his pocket, Chris savors the memory of Toby's cry of release. Deep shudders rack him, as he gasps through his own. He glances down; shakes his head ruefully. **Time to do laundry.**
Laundry Time
Chris stares at the back of Toby`s head. Beecher smiles and nods at something Cyril says, then twists around, looking for Keller - sensing his intensity: **He's there, somewhere. I can feel him.** Nooter makes Cyril laugh, and Toby turns back to Miss Sally. Chris leans against the second floor rail, remembering this morning - his groin pressed against Toby's hip. The sweet pain of hardness against bone. Hand deep in his pocket, Chris savors the memory of Toby's cry of release. Deep shudders rack him, as he gasps through his own. He glances down; shakes his head ruefully. **Time to do laundry.**