It's a perfect day for kiss and swell

He lays there by himself for a while after you leave, lost in some other world in his head for what feels like at least an hour until he finally pulls himself out of his thoughts, looking around the room a bit as his eyes slide over to the clock next to the bed and he sees the time now and sighs a bit, glancing at your side of the bed before he sits up and reaches for his notebook, opening it up to write a note, his handwriting a little bit messy and a little bit hard to read but still

I love you…

He stops writing then, rereading the three words in his note, the letters a little sloppy but still easy enough to read, and he writes a few more words below his other message, his face falling a bit then as he adds:

I miss you.

And with that, he closes the notebook again, tossing it on the nightstand as he pushes the sheets off himself and sits up, climbing out of bed and quickly getting changed into a pair of clean jeans and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut and the hem cut up a bit, making a simple v-neck

He shoves his feet into his boots, zipping them up and double knotting the laces like he always does, before standing then, grabbing his cigarettes and lighter from the nightstand and pushing the chair in close to the window, opening the curtains, and pulling out a chair next to it, sitting down, sitting one of the cigarettes between his lips and lighting it before taking a long, deep puff, then blowing the smoke out the window as always, as he watches the early hours of the night outside as he smokes

He lets out a content sigh through smoke, feeling the satisfaction of a cigarette, letting the nicotine course through his veins as he just sits and stares out the window at the outside world, still early enough that the city is awake, people still out and cars and busses still driving through the streets below

He turns his head then a bit after a few more drags, hearing the sound of his phone going off, and he picks it up from the table, grabbing it to unlock it and checks to see who’s calling him then

He answers the phone then, taking the cigarette out of his mouth as he brings it up to his ear, his expression and tone still completely blank as he replies to whoever’s on the other end of the call

“‘Sup?”

He listens for a moment then, not sure what the tone from the other side was and not really caring all that much right now, his whole energy just very disinterested and monotone right now

“Yeah, whatever… just… do whatever tomorrow. Just don’t bother me… I’ll be working on something.”

He rolls his eyes a bit at the reply from the other end, just wanting to get off the phone now and not trying to hide it right now

“Well, whatever. I don’t really care. Just don’t piss me off.”

He hangs up then, turning the phone off and puts it back down on the table, lighting up another cigarette and taking a long drag again

This time he just continues to smoke there, watching the outside again now, watching the few people that walk by, the cars that drive by, seeing the lights around the city in the background, just people going about their lives, still able to see a few stars in the city sky

He finishes his cigarette then, putting it out in the ash tray on the table before sitting back in the chair, looking up at the sky and seeing a few more stars appear then, still watching the sky as he just starts to think

He thinks about whatever first comes to mind, his thoughts just starting to focus on you instead of his music or his writing or anything else, his thoughts shifting to you and starting to get somewhat… intense… his thoughts starting to go in a… specific direction, and he knows the direction they’re going in, but he doesn’t want to think of you like that right now, so he tries to just get a grip on himself right now and keep his mind off of you, but it’s difficult

He lets out a quiet sigh, still sitting there with his eyes on the night sky, his mind still on you and what he’d been thinking as his mind gets even more specific and more… intense, and his thighs start to shift together a bit automatically then, trying to keep himself under control right now, because he’a just sitting there at the moment and thinking about you

The thoughts get more and more specific in his head and more and more wild, not being able to think of anything else but his thoughts now, and his mind getting fixated on you now in a… certain way at the moment, and his mind keeps going in a very specific thought process, and he starts to feel his pants start to get tighter as he starts to get himself… worked up

He takes a deep breath, not being able to take it anymore then, and he pushes himself up from the chair then, running his hands over his face and into his hair, his grip going in his hair and grabbing it then as he stays there a moment just trying to get a grip on himself then, and he lets out another soft sigh then, his hands sliding down to his neck and resting there, trying to still calm himself down, trying to get those thoughts out of his head, but he can’t stop them

His hands slide right back down to his shirt, running down his chest and resting there then as he stands there with his head lowered then, his mind still running those thoughts, still imagining you, the specific image popping into his mind again, and his pants get even tighter then, and he lets out another heavy sigh then, closing his eyes, his hands resting at the hem of his shirt then

He stands there with his head still lowered and his eyes still closed, his grip tightening his grip on the hem then, and then they slide down to his jeans then, unbuttoning and unzippering them as he starts to become impatient now, thinking of you, and he gives up trying to get the thoughts out of his head now

He slides his hand inside his pants then, trying to get some relief from those thoughts now, the image in his mind of you getting even stronger, and he gives in to it as he lets out a quiet, low moan then, his hand sliding into his underwear then at the front, wrapping around himself now, and he slides his hand up and down his length to try and stop himself from thinking too much or thinking about anything at all in the moment as he just tries to focus on what he’s feeling and the satisfaction he seeks from this

His back starts to arch a bit as he continues, and he lets out another soft, low moan again, his hands already starting to get a bit shaky as he works himself over, his mind just on you and you only, not even trying to think of anything at all and just getting lost in the moment as his hand starts to pick up speed and his other hand tries to keep him standing right now

His eyes are still closed, and he’s trying desperately to keep himself under control, his breath deepening more and becoming more heavier in his moment of weakness, as a bit of a whine mixes in with his little moans and groans in the quiet hotel room, and a bead of precum starts to leak over his tip as he feels himself closer to the edge now as he lets out one more louder moan then, starting to feel that pressure inside him build more and more

He can’t resist for much longer then, and he just lets it happen as he feels that pressure explode then, his mouth falling further open in a deep moan and his hand speeding up more at his tip, trying to keep some part of him up right now as he can’t stand from the pleasure right now, his hand continuing to slide over himself, helping him ride out his orgasm right there as he paints his underwear and jeans inside and his chest heaves up and down from how he takes in some deep breathes, taking a moment to recover

He stands there for a few more seconds then, trying to settle himself and make himself look decent again, running his hands over himself to try to make himself look… less suspicious, before he zips his jeans up again and buckles his belt back, fixing his hair and making himself look somewhat presentable before he turns away from the window now and goes back towards the bed, collapsing onto it in a tired heap, one arm covering his eyes as he just tries to keep his mind off of you now

It doesn’t work though, and he’s barely even gotten comfortable when the thoughts start to come back, and he just stays face down in the pillow, one hand covering his face and eyes, letting out an exasperated, hopeless groan as he feels the thoughts come back then, wanting so desperately now just to have you here with him then, not being able to take it any longer now, but he’s still trying to stay in control as he lays there, his breathing becoming heavier again then

His right hand slides from his face then and slides down his body then, trying to ignore the thoughts and just get some much needed sleep, but his hand slides below the waistband of his pants automatically then, resting there, and he lets it rest there for a moment, trying to ignore it all then, just trying to keep still from the thoughts right now then

He lays there for a minute, the silence in the room, just being alone just making him think of you even more now, and he still can’t stand it now then, and he lets his finger move down then, moving into his pants then, reaching his boxers then, and then under his boxers, and he lets his fingers brush against the base of his length, taking in a deep breath through his nose then as he feels himself start to get hard again

He lets out another breath then, his mind just not able to focus on anything but you anymore, and his fingers start slowly running up his length then, still trying to keep it slow as he gives into the thoughts then, closing his eyes tight then, and a low and rough moan falls out of him as his fingers continue to run up his aching length now, taking in the whole thickness of it then as it starts to get even harder in the touch in the moment in his imagination he sees you then, and he just can’t stop his mind from thinking of just that, and he lets himself get a little more rough then

He keeps up that pace as he moves, already starting to get worked up again, and he lets out another one of those low, rough moans then as he just thinks of you then, the image in his mind just not leaving him alone then as he lets himself get more intense then, and another whine is in his voice as he speeds up just a little more then, not able to keep it slow now as his fingers keep moving all over his cock then, just trying to hold back his moans as he goes off into his thoughts further in the moment

His fingers move a bit faster then, his mind still going as it’s stuck on the thought of you then, and he can’t help but imagine it’s your hands on him right now, his hips just moving with his hand now and he starts to become more and more needy and rough then

His hand goes off on its own then, and it starts pumping up and down faster and faster now, his grip getting a little tighter around himself then, just needing more of this now, just wanting all of it now in these thoughts, and he lets out a louder moan then as his eyes shut tighter and he thinks of you even more, his hips starting to move more against his hand more in the moment

His fingers start going faster now with how the thoughts are making him feel then, and he just keeps going with it then, the thoughts just not leaving him alone now, as he just continues to try to keep his voice down but is failing more with how fast his hand keeps going then and he lets out another low moan then as he starts getting closer, just imagining it’s you then

His breathing is deepening and picking up more then, trying to keep his voice down now, not wanting anyone to hear him but at the same time not able to keep himself from going with it, as he just keeps thinking about you, his hand going even faster as he thinks of you just like this, and he can’t help it when his moans start to get louder then, not being able to get a grip on himself anymore but not wanting to stop then either

His hand gets even faster then, and a whine comes out of him then as he’s just getting more needy in the moment as his mind can just think of is you and how it’s all your hands on him right now, and he moves his other hand up to his mouth then, just trying to keep his voice down as he keeps moving his hand, letting himself just go in the moment then as one of his legs starts to move in response to it all

His other hand goes to hold his knee down then to keep himself from moving too much in the moment, trying to keep control but not being able to take it much more, his breathing coming in a bit faster and heavier in the moment now, his breath hitching in his throat as he keeps his hand going, thinking of nothing but you then

His hand keeps going then, his breathing getting more and more deep and more and more heavy then, and his moans get more louder and start getting higher-pitched then, as his mind just gets lost in the sensation of it all, and just everything with you is just in his mind then, and he starts to get closer to the edge again then, his grip getting a little tighter then as he starts just feeling too much in the moment then

His breath starts to go a bit irregular and out of control then, the thoughts of you just getting that much more intense in his mind, and he keeps his grip tight on himself as he thinks about you holding him like this, and he gets even louder then, his hand pumping up and down even faster then as he gets so close to the edge again, so much in the moment then

His grip gets a little bit tighter then as he gets closer in the moment, getting even louder as he gets closer, only able to think about you then, his leg moving with his hand then as he tries to keep his grip with how much he needs this right then, thinking of it so much then as he gets to the edge again then, about to reach the point of no return again

His mind goes blank then, focusing on how close he’s getting as he thinks it’s only you, trying to last a little bit longer just to really get that sensation then, and he gives up right then when he can’t take it any longer right then then as his breathing gets a little rougher then, his hand never stopping even as he’s just right there, just hanging onto the edge still, so close but so far then that it hurts, and he gives up again, letting his grip tighten even more then as he just keeps going right at that edge then, unable to take it anymore then as he just lets out another high-pitched and louder whine then right at the last second then then as he gets sent over that edge right then, the second he thinks it’s you here with him right then, and he finally reaches his breaking point, he just lets go then, letting whatever happens happen as he just rides the wave of it as his hand keeps going then as he just keeps going right then as his breathing gets so much more heavier as he tries to catch his breath, his mind too fuzzy to think straight as he just keeps going even as he reaches his high right he finally starts to wind down, his legs still shaking but his hand slows down as he finally comes down completely then, still unable to think of anything but you right then as he just keeps going as he tries to relax back still just trying to come out of it and relax completely then, too overcome in the moment to think, too lost to reality to think of anything but you