It's The Same - Part 2A
The room was still dark when I awoke. I sat up wearily and glanced at the clock on the bedside table - 4:15am. Fuck. Just when I have the opportunity to get some well-deserved rest, my body wakes me up again. Touring gives me the shits.
Just when I was settling back into bed, beginning to doze off, I heard very faint whispering coming from the little room beside mine. The room that Paul and Richard were sharing. I assumed that they were having trouble sleeping as well, so I stepped out of bed and crept towards their room, my arms outstretched in front of me in case I was headed in the wrong direction.
By the time I reached their doorway, the sounds had changed. Instead of whispering, I heard the unmistake sounds of kissing. And soft moaning. As my eyes began to adjust, I peered into the room. There, bathed in the moonlight shining in from the window, were Paul and Richard.
I could vaguely work out that Paul was the figure on top. I stood there for a moment, observing them with curiosity. While i'd slept with Paul once or twice, and liked it, I couldn't quite picture Paul having this interest in Richard until now. But as I watched them, their arms enveloped around each-other's bodies, tongues performing their slow and sensual dance, it seemed almost inevitable. They were made for each-other, and although it took them this long to realise it, it would be difficult to tear them apart after this.
I was never one for voyeurism, but watching them share something so lovely and passionate aroused my curiosity. I crouched down onto the floor and adopted the all-fours position, trying to steady my breathing and make it as quiet as possible. As I did so, things became steamier over on the bed. Paul briefly broke their kiss as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. Richard cupped Paul's face in his palms, slowly and sensually running the tip of his tongue along Paul's lips. Paul moulded his mouth over Richard's, moaning again. The sheet covering their bodies was pulled down to Paul's waist, and after a few moments of further dreamy kissing, Paul's fingertips met Richard's chest, then slid down his body and under the sheets with excrutiating diuturnity. When Paul's hand reached its target, Richard sucked air sharply between his teeth, and began to moan again as he let it out.
Seeing and hearing the act of lovemaking occuring in front of my eyes made something trigger inside me. The pleasure and anticipation they were experiencing was affecting my own body, and before I knew it, I was reminded that I was a typical perve - I had the tilt in the kilt.
"Tim-" I heard Rich say suddenly, and I began to panic. Oh, God, they can see me. They know i'm here. I was preparing to back out of the room when Paul responded to Rich.
"Don't worry, Tim's a heavy sleeper. We won't wake him up."
I heaved a silent high of relief and waited until they resumed before I slowly and cautiously put one hand forward, then another. I didn't want to get too close or else they would know I was watching them for sure. But at the same time, I couldn't stand being so far away from the action.
I could feel myself stirring and swelling, and to ease the tension just a little, I reached down my hand and ran my fingers along the shaft. A short wave of pleasure shot through my body, and I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together to stop myself from responding vocally. I opened my eyes and removed my hand just as Paul began to crawl downwards under the sheet, and Rich's breathing became heavier...
Part 2B