Page 11 of Havoc
“Damn, Lawrence,” he groaned into the other man’s neck. Staying there until the spasms in his dick subsided.
Slowly pulling from Lawrence, Remy got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. He discarded his condom and went through the same process of cleaning the other man up and then himself.
When he returned to the bedroom, he could hear Lawrence’s soft breathing and knew he’d fallen asleep again. Remy turned the lamp off since he’d turned it on to clean Lawrence and slid back into bed. This time, he pulled Lawrence back against his chest and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to settle over him again.
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Lawrence’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and it only took him a moment to recall the events of last night. His soul had been taken from him, and he wasn’t quite sure it had all settled back within his body yet. He was about to stretch when he registered the weight.
Remy’s arm was over his waist, and Lawrence’s back was to the other man’s chest. Lawrence melted into the feeling for a moment. He wasn’t often the little spoon, so he wasn’t the one being held most of the time.
He shook himself mentally. He wasn’t a fan of this feeling, this other side that Remy was eliciting from him. Even when Lawrence bottomed, on the rare occasion that he did, he’d never been controlled the way he had been last night, still being the one in control even then.
Last night was different. Last night, Lawrence had been coaxed into giving up control, and he hadn’t put up much of a fight. He wasn’t even sure he had been coaxed into doing so. He’d enjoyed it, being taken and used, controlled and commanded. Yet, he disliked it at the same time.
Thatdislike,andthe fact that he didn’t need a repeat or want to feel things he couldn’t explain again had Lawrence slowly slipping away from Remy. The other man’s arm slid from his waist.
Quietly, he went over to the chair where his clothes were. He grabbed them and his shoes, tiptoeing out of the bedroom. Once he was in the living room, Lawrence rushed to put his clothes on. He made sure his keys were still in the pocket of his slacks beforeputting his shoes on and leaving the condo, sure to lock the door behind him.
He stood there for a moment. He knew an access card was needed to get to the floor, but he hoped one wasn’t required to leave. Deciding that he wouldn’t take any chances of getting onto the elevator and then getting stuck and unable to go down without the card, Lawrence went to the stairs. He was sure he didn’t need a card to open the door because it would be a hazard for those living on the floor if so.
He descended the stairs until he reached his destination floor, the parking garage. He went to his car, unlocking the driver’s side door before sliding in. He opened the console, grabbing his phone where he’d decided to leave it the night before.
Pulling out of the parking space, Lawrence exited the garage and headed towards his apartment. The drive would only take him fifteen minutes. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was going on eleven.
When he reached his building, Lawrence grabbed his phone and headed to his door, waving at one of his neighbors as he passed.
Once inside, he went to his bedroom and into his bathroom. He needed a shower. He’d cum more last night than he had in a week or two of intercourse. His body was sore, and while Remy had done an excellent job of cleaning him up after both of their sessions, Lawrence was aware that he needed to be cleaned out.
He started the shower, and as he waited for it to heat up, he got everything he needed to clean himself out and brushed his teeth.
He undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him. He stood under the spray for several long minutes, enjoying how it felt on his sore muscles. He cleaned himself out, wanting to remove any lingering lubricant that may have remained before bathing.
When he finished his shower, Lawrence stepped out, drying off before wrapping a towel around his waist. He entered his bedroom, grabbing his lotion from his dresser. He sat at the end of the bed, feeling the remnants of his night with Remy as he did so. His back was sore, his entrance the same, but it was the pain that came after incredible sex.
Lawrence shook that from his thoughts as he continued to moisturize himself. He wouldn’t see Remy again, so there was no need to think about the events any further.
Once he’d moisturized, Lawrence pulled on a pair of boxers. Not having anywhere he was going that Sunday, he didn’t feel the need to get dressed. He was starving, his appetite having been worked up the night before, and the feeling settled deep within his stomach.
Going to his refrigerator, he pulled out some eggs, ham, a red pepper, and some spinach. An omelet would be pretty quick, and Lawrence had a taste for eggs. He always did after good sex. Lawrence hadn’t even noticed that was the case until he’d been talking to Erin one day, and she’d stated she had particular foods she’d eat after sex—good sex food, okay sex food, and lousy sex food, as she called them.
It made Lawrence wonder if omelets were his good sex food since he usually just made eggs and was content with those after okay sex.
Plating his omelet, Lawrence grabbed a fork and entered his living room. He grabbed his remote, propping his feet up on the coffee table. He ate his omelet while he watched the crime show playing.
Lawrence set his plate aside on the coffee table once finished and momentarily leaned back into the cushion. He needed to check his phone. Alijah was supposed to let him know when they had landed safely. Though he knew she’d be exhausted, not only from the flight but also from Kieran.
He knew he may not have received anything from her yet, so Lawrence decided to finish the episode he was watching. One episode turned into two, and by the time he was on the third, his phone rang.
Getting up from the couch, Lawrence went to his bedroom. He discarded his phone on his bed when he arrived home. Picking it up, he stared at the screen momentarily, then silenced the phone after several seconds.
He and Remy had exchanged numbers before leaving the building where the wedding was held just in case Lawrence lost him in traffic or vice versa. Lawrence hadn’t expected the otherman to call him. At least, that was his thought before they’d slept together; he wasn’t sure what to think about the after-sex communication, mainly because he hadn’t thought about it.
It wasn’t lost on Lawrence that Remy enjoyed their night together, enjoyed the way Lawrence submitted to him, yet challenged him on occasion. Lawrence was confused by it. So, he decided not to communicate. After a short time, he was sure that Remy would move on to whoever he had his sights on having in his bed next.
Remy felt around the bed, feeling for Lawrence as sleep faded from his mind. When his hand didn’t come into contact with the other man, he slowly opened his eyes to find that he was alone in his king-sized bed.
Sitting up, Remy listened momentarily to see if Lawrence was in the bathroom. However, when he glanced at where he’d laid the other man’s clothes the night before after undressing him, Remy found they were missing, and he knew that Lawrence was gone.
