Oblivious

Part Four.

Wake to sunlight in my eyes warmth against my back. One of Elijah’s hands resting on my side. Soft fingers curled against my bare skin. Carefully roll over, expecting him to still be asleep but he’s awake. Though barely, looks like he’s only just opened his eyes too. Face still puffy with sleep. He blinks at me lazily, buried deep in navy and sky cotton, blue reflecting on blue in his eyes. At least he’s looking a little better, a bit more colour in his cheeks since last night. The rest did him good. His hair’s a mess from where I stroked my fingers through it last night.
“Morning.”
Silence, not even a grunt of recognition. Roll back and check the time, it’s still early, we don’t have to meet Dom and Billy for hours yet. Turn back to tell him but he’s already sound asleep again. I wonder why I let/made him climb into bed with me again. Was it just because he’s exhausted and I know he wouldn’t have taken care of himself if I’d driven him home? Or is it because I’m lonely? Been so long since I’ve had anyone in my bed, for any reason. Except the last time Elijah was in it, but that doesn’t count, he was drunk, probably didn’t even know where he was. But last night he did. And he still agreed to climb into my bed. Maybe he’s lonely too. Just two lonely guys looking for company.

Slide out of bed and head for the shower. Need a shower then breakfast. Elijah just sleeps on as I glide round the room collecting clean clothes. Not going to forget them this time.

Just starting an breakfast when Elijah shuffles into the kitchen. He looks like he’s still half asleep.
“How you doing young Hobbit?”
Watery blue eyes and a groan.
“Coffee?”
He merely nods. Make him one as he tries to get the kinks out of his shoulders again, looks painful. Realize suddenly he’s half naked, dressed only in black patterned boxers. Spill the sugar and drag my eyes off his bare muscled legs. He’s groaning like he’s in pain. Put his coffee on the dining table and grab his shoulder, push him into a chair. Startled noise of protest.
“Sit still, trust me.”
He tenses but sits, lets me stand behind him, both hands on his shoulders. Feel for the muscles with firm fingers and find knots, bunches of them running all over his shoulders, under his shoulder blades. Sudden moan, groan but he’s not in pain this time. Watch his head fall forward giving me full access to his back, straight down, loose boxers. Blink. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Drink your coffee, it’ll get cold.”
He starts, head flying back. Press my fingers in, work over the worst of his shoulders and he moans, deep, long. Laugh outright.
“I take it that feels better.”
Groan, another moan and he nods, carefully reaches for his coffee. Pause and he protests.
“Don’t stop.” Voice ragged, low.
“I need something, stay here.”
Oil. I need massage oil.

He’s still hunched over his coffee when I return, most of it gone now.
“You want more?” indicate his mug when he drains it.
Shakes his head.
“More?” hopeful look, blue eyes pleading.
“You don’t want anything to eat first?”
“Not hungry.”
Frown at him, he barely ate last night, how can’t be he hungry? It’s no wonder he’s exhausted if he’s not eating right.
“You should have something. I have cereal or I’ll cook if you want.”
He’s frowning, not sure if he’s annoyed, surprised or grateful.
“What cereal you got?”
“Pure sugar or something with nutritional value?”
Grin.
“What do you think?”
“Sugar it is.”
Pass him a bowl, spoon the cereal box and milk.
“You sure you don’t want more coffee?”
He just nods, eating. Doesn’t take him long and in the meantime I finish off my coffee and toast.
“You done? Want anything else?”
“No, I’m fine. Except for my shoulders.”
“I get the hint.” Grinning at him.
Put a few drops of the oil on my fingers, just enough to make them slick, warm it between my hands then slide them over his shoulders, down his soft back. Smooth, so pale. Porcelain. Feel him sigh into my hands, instantly relaxing. A moment later he’s moaning again.
“Better?”
“Much but don’t stop.” Almost pleading.
“ I won’t, you back in just one long chain of knots.”
“It hurts.” Small voice.
“I’m not surprised.”
He’s hopeless, it’s perfectly obvious from the size of the knots he’s been in pain for days. Yet he didn’t ask anyone for help. And the way he eats? I’m surprised he hasn’t collapsed by now.

After awhile he’s relaxed into a soft puddle of loose muscles. He’s finally stopped moaning, but I continue to caress fingers down. Stop suddenly. I really shouldn’t do that. No idea why I am. Except his skin’s so smooth, soft. Feel him shiver. It’s cool in the kitchen and now tI’veI’ve stopped massaging him it’s no surprise he’s cooling down. Check my watch. Half past eleven. An hour before we have to leave.
“You should have a shower, put some clothes on.”
He rolls his shoulders. That didn’t sound right.
“I mean you’ll only tense up again if you get cold.”
His head tilts back, glazed blue eyes staring at me through hooded eyes. Lips parted, wet, sudden flicker of tongue. Wonder if his lips are as soft as they look. Jolt. I didn’t just think that. There is definitely something wrong with me, too long without a girlfriend if I’m checking Elijah out. But I wasn’t…checking him out exactly, just noticing.
He blinks lazy, looks like he just came from a nice long fuck. Blush at the images in my head and turn away. Just need to get a girl, alone too long that’s all. But guys? Imagining guys shagging guys, Elijah…oh no, not going there! Reach for the sink to steady myself. Hands suddenly shaking. Hear Elijah get up, head for the bedroom. Bedroom. More images. Elijah naked on the bed, waiting, hard…Squeeze my eyes shut. I am so not thinking about him like that! Certainly not. Take a deep breath. It’s just the isolation. Out here, with only work and a little down time. No chance to meet women and even when there are chances they only want star fucks. So it’s no wonder this happened, it’s only natural. Natural, right? And anyway it’s not like Elijah’s into me.