Devon Hartford - Reckless

We made it back to my apartment shortly before sunrise. Kamiko was passed out. Christos picked her up out of the car.

“Where do you want her?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “Romeo? Are you okay to drive?”

“Uhh,” Romeo said nervously.

“You guys better sleep here,” I said.

“Okay,” Romeo said reluctantly as we all walked up the stairs to my apartment. “But only if I get to sleep with Christos.”

“As if,” I said while unlocking my door. “He’s sleeping in my bed.”

“Perfect!” Romeo said, “you can share the couch with Kamiko while Christos shares your bed with me!”

“Down, Romeo!” I said. “It’s my apartment, and I decide who sleeps where.”

Romeo rolled his eyes. “Fine. Party pooper.”

While Romeo and Christos took turns in the bathroom, I changed into a t-shirt and boxers.

“Christos,” I asked, “can you pull out the bed in my sofa while I help Kamiko use the bathroom? I’ve got extra sheets in my closet.”

“Sure,” he answered warmly.

“Gaaaah,” Kamiko moaned as I walked her into the bathroom.

Kamiko managed to pee on her own, but I stood watch in case she accidentally slipped into the bowl while flushing and we never heard from her again.

The sofa bed was all made up when I led her out of the bathroom. I sat her on the end of the mattress. Romeo took her shoes off while I pulled her dress over her head. Since it was Romeo, I never thought twice about him seeing her in her underwear. Christos, on the other hand, waited in my bedroom, I think out of politeness.

I removed Kamiko’s bra and slid one of my t-shirts over her head before putting her to bed.

“Nnnnn,” she said when her head landed on the pillow.

I put the wastebasket I kept beside my desk for paper trash next to Kamiko’s side of the bed.

“You’re on puke patrol,” I said to Romeo. “If Kamiko needs to hurl, you need to help.”

“It would be my honor,” he said, tucking in one arm while bowing in a courtly manner. He hung his jacket and pants over the back of my desk chair. While standing and bouncing on one leg, he pulled his skinny jeans off one leg at a time, turning each one inside out. “I forgot how tight these are.” He rolled his eyes. “The things I do for fashion.”

As he lifted up the corner of the covers, he gave me a serious look. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep with Kamiko?”

“What do you mean?”

“I might try to take advantage of her in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s safer if the boys sleep with the boys, and the girls sleep with the girls.”

I folded my arms. “No, Romeo,” I smiled.

He crawled into bed and I shut out the lights.

“Fine, Sam. But don’t blame me if you’re torn from your slumber by Kamiko’s plaintive cries for help.”

“I think Kamiko will be fine,” I said. “But I better lock my bedroom door, for Christos’ sake. You better not try anything,” I warned.

“How about a three-way?” he whispered hopefully. “You won’t even know I’m there. I’ll be in the back, if you know what I mean.”

“No, Romeo! You’re crazy! Now go to sleep,” I pleaded before closing the bedroom door behind me.

Christos was already lying on my bed, stripped to his boxers. His tattooed arms were folded casually behind his head. My bedside lamp shone on him invitingly, casting dramatic shadows over his ripped muscles in the near-darkness of my bedroom. His abs suggested that now was a good time to lick them, no matter how late it was.

“Hello,” I purred.

He chuckled. “Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on Romeo? I mean, can you blame him for lusting after me?”

I smirked. “I’m going to be hard on you, if you don’t stop talking about Romeo.” Seized by newfound confidence, I crawled onto the bed on all fours and dipped my head, licking my way around his abs, loitering around his navel for awhile, which made him moan. I licked my way up his chest, then stopped at a nipple and nipped it with my teeth.

“Mmmm,” Christos moaned.

I suppressed my giggles as my hair pooled over his chest. I reminded myself Romeo and Kamiko were in the next room.

“I heard that,” Romeo said in a low voice from the living room.

I froze in place, the tip of my tongue touching Christos’ nipple.

“Please, Sam?” Romeo begged. “Can I at least watch?”

Christos and I burst out laughing.

“Quiet, you guys,” Romeo said sternly, “I can’t sleep with all that racket.”

I rested my head on Christos’ chest. “We’re going to sleep now. I promise, Romeo.”

“Awesome. I’ll wait until you’re snoring, then I’ll sneak in like a butt bandit. I’ll even be wearing one of those little black bandit-masks with the eyeholes.”

“Good NIGHT, Romeo!” I said.

“Uuuuugh,” Romeo sighed. “Fine. See you guys in the morning.”

“Sorry, no New Year’s nookie for you, agápi mou, ” Christos whispered sarcastically.

“That goes for the both of us,” I taunted before kissing him on the lips, turning off my lamp, and snuggling up against him. “I’m sure we’ll have ample opportunity later.”

“You mean for that pageant you talked about hosting?” I heard a smile in his voice.

“Yes,” I said. “It will be a very exclusive event. Only the two of us are invited.”

“Mmmm,” he said, “I like the sound of that. If you hear me moaning in my sleep, you’ll know that’s me dreaming about it. Good night, agápi mou .”

“Hey, no fair! How am I supposed to sleep now that you put that idea in my head?”

“You’ll figure it out.” He kissed my cheek and stroked my shoulder. “I’ll be right here. Wake me if you need anything.”

Christos commenced softly fake-snoring.

“You so suck, Christos.”

“I’ve been known to suck things,” he murmured suggestively.

I immediately remembered the universe-shattering oral sex he’d given me only a few weeks ago. I was instantly wet. Great. I was never going to sleep like this. Because I felt his hardness pressing against one of my butt cheeks.

“Is that a steel pipe in your boxers, or what?” I whispered.

“I like to think of it as a lamp post,” he snickered.

Romeo’s voice drifted in from the living room, “I’m writing all this down, you guys.”

My breath froze mid-inhale. Caught.

“I’ll be referring to it later,” Romeo said slyly, “for educational purposes only, of course.”

I winced as Christos blew out a guilty chuckle.

Surprising all three of us, Kamiko roared, “Would you three either get on with your menage a twat , or SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! ”

Romeo, Christos, and I all erupted with laughter.

Thankfully, everyone drifted off to sleep not long after.

SAMANTHA

Kamiko was disastrously hung over the next morning.

We had to practically drag her out of the apartment to get brunch. The four of us drove to my favorite breakfast place, The Broken Yolk Café in Pacific Beach.

We parked on the street and had to walk a couple of blocks to get there. I couldn’t believe San Diego was having a heat wave in January. And by heat wave, I mean it was like, sixty-eight degrees. The weather was absolutely perfect.

Kamiko trudged far behind, head hanging between her shoulders. She wore a pair of movie-star glasses that I’d loaned her to block out the sun, and her rumpled dress from last night.

“Poor thing,” Romeo said compassionately. “She looks like she’s been run over by a garbage truck. I gave her two glasses of water at some point during the night, but I don’t think it made much difference.”