Weird Morning

Carlos woke up first, his body feeling more than comfortable. He opened his eyes slowly, smiling at the smaller boy in his arms. Jackson was going to be his. With smile he tightened his hold on the boy, only to frown as he realized how sweaty the two of them had gotten in the night. With a sigh he moved to where he could see the back of Jackson, where his sweat had rubbed off on the boy.

With a roll of his eyes he stuck out his tongue and licked between the shoulder blades. His tongue ran across the surface of his skin, collecting the nights grime. He went through the motions, lapping at different sections of his back. Carlos kept to it, ready to make sure Jackson would be perfectly clean. With each lap of his tongue he could feel Jackson shift slightly in his sleep, making the process even better. Occasionally he would apply more pressure just to hear Jackson make a little noise. The process quickly turned to the back of his neck, happily licking at the seemingly sensitive skin.

Carlos was about ready to switch to Jackson's front when the guy woke up with a groan. "What the hell?" Carlos froze, his mind catching up to him now that he had stopped cleaning. Jackson shifted around, a groan of disgust exiting his throat when he felt that his back was wet. He looked back to Carlos who still had his tongue out, frozen in what seemed to be shock. Jackson sat up, reaching back to feel the saliva coating his back. He grimaced. "The fuck man?"

Carlos shut his mouth, a mix of shame and confusion bubbling up. Why the fuck was he licking his back like an animal? "I- I don't know what came over me." Jackson huffed and pushed his way out of the bed.

"Fucking gross. To think I let you stay over." Carlos shrunk back, watching as the naked man entered the bathroom. The sound of running water came out not long after. Why had he done that? Carlos tried to think back to his actions from before. What had compelled him to fucking lick the man?

Carlos sat up, the feeling of air on his sweaty skin caused him to shudder. He hunched over, eyeing his groin with a disdain. That thing knew no bounds to annoy him most days. Sticking out his tongue he **** himself to start cleaning as close as he could to the area. When the sweat covered hair hit his tongue he stopped, realizing he was doing it again. With a nervous panic at his own actions he got out the bed and grabbed his clothes, throwing them on.

He opened the door to leave, but before he did he looked back to the game. Something about it made him queasy, as if had somehow caused this new craving to lick off anything on his skin. With a shake of his head he left the dorm, just hoping he could find and talk to Jackson later today. Hopefully he would still invite him back after his... licking incident.