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I woke up with my cheek resting against Alex's hairy chest, his right nipple just a couple inches from my nose.
I gently lifted my head, realizing I'd drooled a tiny bit onto his chest. I looked up at his face and he smiled down at me.
"Hey sleepy head," Alex said with a grin.
"Hey," I said, lifting my hand off of his shoulder and wiping my mouth. "How long was I asleep?" I could tell it was probably late afternoon by the light in the apartment.
"I guess you were out for about a couple hours," Alex replied. "I dozed off after a little bit, and probably woke up about 20 minutes ago."
"Sorry," I said, dabbing at the wet spot on his chest
"Not a big deal after the other bodily fluids you got on me, Robbie," he said with a wink.
Remembering how I'd sprayed my load on his chest earlier, I tried to pull myself off of him. Our chests and stomachs were somewhat glued together by a combination of partially dried semen and sweat.
"I guess you've got a point there," I said, smiling shyly. "Whoa, I need to pee." I gingerly separated our fused flesh to stand up. I had a bit of a piss hardon.
"Me, too," Robbie said, standing up after me. "I've had to piss like a racehorse since I woke up."
"I'm sorry," I said, walking down the hall to the bathroom. "You should've woken me up."
"No worries. You were so sound a sleep, I didn't have the heart to wake you up," he said.
I flipped the light on in the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet. Robbie stepped in after me.
"You should go first," I said, gesturing for Alex to step in front of the toilet.
"The beauty of being a guy," Robbie said, stepping up to the toilet and aiming his cock at the bowl. "Is that we can both go at the same time." He motioned for me to stand next to him.
I stood by his side, our outer thighs touching and pointed my cock down toward the bowl. I was having a moment of pee shyness. But hearing the sound of Alex's stream hit the water caused my own muscles to relax, and I could feel my own stream release.
Alex aimed his stream toward my own until they intersected and gleefully exclaimed, "Crossed swords!"
I laughed, which caused a near catastrophe as my stream went awry. But I reestablished my aim and only got a few stray drops on the edge of the toilet rim.
"I should probably rinse off," I said, looking down at the sticky mess of cum on my chest and stomach.
"Me, too," Alex laughed, running his fingers through the cum that matted the hair on his own chest and stomach.
"Company first," I said, gesturing toward the shower.
"I think we've already crossed the line of maintaining formalities," Alex replied, smiling as he shook the last few drops of piss from his cock. "The shower is plenty big enough for both of us."
"I guess you've got a point there," I said, shaking my own cock.
We hopped in the shower and spent the next 10 minutes lathering each other up. Though I'd given Alex a blow job -- and according to him, a very good one -- just a couple hours ago, the shower wasn't sexual. It was more playful. We soaped each other's backs, but Alex lathered up his own chest and cock. So I followed suit and washed my own front side as well.
It took me a bit by surprise when, at the end of our shower, Alex turned the water off, turned to face me and pulled me in for a full-body hug. Chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, cock-to-cock, he held me tight for about 30 seconds, gently stroking my shoulder and my back with his wet hands. I returned the favor and stroked his back.
Before it got too awkward, Alex pulled away and planted a quick kiss on my lips. No open mouth or tongue, but it was definitely targeted to my lips.
"Thanks for earlier," he said, smiling and suddenly seeming a little shy. "That was fun."
"My pleasure," I replied.
"Mine, too," he said with a wink. "Most definitely."
We dried off and stood next to each other at the counter. I brushed my light brown hair and then worked a bit of pomade through it. Alex ran his fingers through his long, wavy wet hair.
Standing side-by-side naked in front of the mirror, I marveled at the differences between our bodies. He had a bit "more" of everything. He was about an inch taller. His hair was longer and darker than mine. His skin was more tan. He had thicker, darker body hair than the brown wisps on my body. His cock was just a bit bigger.
Alex caught me staring and smiled. "Should we finish up in the bedroom?"
I raised an eyebrow at the suggestive way the comment came out.
Alex grinned. "I mean finish up with the closet organizer and cleaning up all the paint stuff."
"Sure," I replied, and we headed in to the bedroom to finish the job.
Within about 45 minutes, we had the closet system in place, the plastic tarps and tape pulled up, the brushes washed, all the leftover supplies organized, and Alex's tools back in their bucket.
I stepped back and admired our work in the room. "This looks great. It makes me want to do the rest of the apartment, too," I said.
"I'd say we've done enough for today," Alex said, winking. "But I'm happy to come back another weekend and help you out. But only if we get to do the work like this again." He gestured down at his still naked body.
"I wouldn't expect it any other way," I said, giving him playful slap on the ass. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Do you want to grab some dinner?"
"Me, too," Alex said, rubbing his furry belly. "Do we have to go out, though? I don't really feel like putting clothes on."
"Naked dinner it is," I said, laughing. "What sounds good?" I rattled off several options, but Alex's eyebrows shot up when I mentioned Thai.
"Ooooh! Thai sounds great," he said.
We walked into the kitchen and I pulled out the menu for the local Thai place. We settled on spring rolls, a tofu salad, pad Thai, and vegetable curry, and I called the order in for delivery. With 30 minutes to wait for our food, I poured us each a glass of Chardonnay. We sat at the table and chatted for the next 20 minutes or so about his uncles and their Palm Springs house.
Looking at the sunset sky out the sliding glass door, I noticed Alex's shorts still hanging out on the balcony railing. "Do you want me to throw those in the wash for you?" I asked him, pointing at the shorts.
"Uh, sure. That'd be great," he replied.
"I'll put them in with a load of my stuff," I said, rising from my chair and quickly darting out to the balcony to grab them. "I can throw in your shirt, too."
"Which one?" he asked. "The one I had on this morning? Or our cum rag from yesterday?" He gave me a wicked smile.
"Oh yeah, that one," I said, blushing. "I can go grab that, too."
"You can keep that one, Robbie," Alex said, smiling as if he could read my mind and knew that I'd huffed the smelly shirt as masturbatory inspiration after he'd left yesterday. "If you want to."
"Thanks," I said.
I retrieved my laundry from my bedroom, Alex's black tee and my painting clothes from the other bedroom, and tossed them with Alex's shorts into the washer concealed in the laundry closet at the end of the hall. As I was pouring in the detergent, I heard the doorbell ring.
"Can you tell them I'll be there in just a minute," I said to Alex.
"Don't worry. I got it," he replied.
I heard the door open, and then an unfamiliar voice say, "Oh, my. Good evening, sir." And then there was a nervous laugh.
"Hey," Alex said. "Just trying to stay cool tonight."
"No problem," the voice said. "It's a hot one. You've got the right idea."
It dawned on me that Alex had no clothes on. I poked my head around the corner to see Alex standing there with the door open, buck naked in front of the delivery guy
"What do we owe you?" Alex asked.
"It's prepaid, sir," the delivery guy said.
"Did that include tip?" Alex asked.
"Uh, no sir," the delivery guy said sheepishly. He was older than us, probably late 20s. A tall, slim Asian guy in a t-shirt and Nike track pants.
"I'll grab the tip," Alex said. "Do you wanna come in for a minute? You can set the food over there on the table."
"Oh, okay," the guy said, stepping inside and nervously pushing his glasses up on his nose with his free hand.
Alex turned and ushered him into the living room and over toward the kitchen. Alex turned toward me and must've seen the look of surprise on my face. "He's cool, Robbie. Relax."
The delivery guy set the food down and turned towards us. He smiled when he saw that I was also naked.
"I'm just going to grab him a tip from my wallet," Alex said as he passed me and headed down the hall.
"Looks like a party," the guy said, smiling and nodding at me.
He'd already seen me, so what the heck. I took a breath and stepped forward into the kitchen. "Nah," I replied. "We were just painting a room today and it got really hot."
"Very hot. Very hot," he said. He'd placed his left hand in the pocket of his track pants and I could see he was starting a round of "pocket pool".
Under normal circumstances, I'd have been weirded out by his behavior. But considering I was standing naked in front of him, I just smiled and laughed.
Alex came back with the tip and handed it to the delivery guy, who took it and stuffed it into his pocket. He smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome," Alex said.
The delivery guy just stood there a moment, his pocketed hand gently massaging his crotch.
"Well, I guess you probably have to get back to your other deliveries," Alex said, gesturing toward the door.
The delivery guy reluctantly walked to the door, looked back at us both standing naked and then left.
As soon as the door shut behind him, we both burst into laughter.
"I think he thought he was going to get some action," Alex said.
"You think?" I replied, feigning disbelief. "Hot naked guy answers the door. Beckons innocent delivery guy inside where he sees a second naked guy. Cue the 80s porno soundtrack and cut to the scene of the delivery guy getting spit roasted by his satisfied customers."
Alex laughed out loud. Then he looked puzzled. "Wait. What's spit roasted?"
"Come on! You have two gay uncles!" I said.
Then it dawned on him. "Ohhhhh!" he laughed.
We had a good prolonged chuckle at the expense of the delivery guy while we enjoyed our Thai food.
"Did you at least give him a big tip?" I asked.
"I'm incapable of giving a small tip," he winked and gestured down in the general area of his crotch.
"Oh man, I left you wide open for that one," I groaned.
I refilled our wine and we polished off our food.
"Hey Robbie," Alex said, sounding suddenly serious.
(Oh no. Was this the part where he was going to tell me that this had all been a mistake. That he was really weirded out about what had happened.)
"Yeah," I said.
"Things have gotten a little tense at my buddy's place," he said, pacing himself. "Nothing like the Shannon situation. He's just not a very happy person right now. And I'm not really loving living there anymore."
"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that," I said.
"You said you don't have any leads on a roommate yet, right?" he asked.
"Right," I replied.
"Um... would you consider having me as a roommate?" he asked.
"Uh..." I stuttered.
"If it's too weird because of all the Shannon stuff, I totally understand," Alex said.
"No, no. It's not that at all," I said. "I'm just a little... confused, I guess, about the last couple days."
"Yeah, I totally get that," he said. "I'm a little confused myself. Not really sure what exactly this is. But it's fun. And I think you're a cool guy. And... I think we could, um, be good as roommates. And... and maybe have some more fun -- whether that's just as friends... or maybe more. If you're willing to give it a try." He looked a little like he was going to throw up.
"You're just about the nicest, weirdest, most interesting person I think I've met since I moved to LA," I said. "Maybe even ever."
I took a long deep breath and then a big gulp of my Chardonnay. And then I raised my glass to the gorgeous naked man sitting in front of me. "Cheers, roomie!"
A huge smile broke out on Alex's face and he raised his glass to clink against mine. "Cheers, roomie!" And then he reached across the table and planted another quick kiss on my lips.