So after returning from the club, we both started to change. He was quick, already walking around his bachelor apartment in his boxers before I had started to change. He was busy moving around, packing last minute for his trip.
I took off the brooch that was holding the front of my shirt together. Then I started to take off my jeans, sitting on the edge of his bed.
He came over, and started to climb on top of me.
"It's been a long time since we've had sex." (It had been 3 days).
"I know. I was beginning to think you were my brother."
"Don't say that."
I said something about this being the last time we'd be able to do it this year, because of our respective trips.
He murmured "I'll f*ck you in the morning."
The sex we had that night was so intense, it drove me across the bed, so that my head was hanging off it and banging on the side boards when I was coming (I didn't care). 11:29 PM