Toy Story was... well, I don't really know. I was too busy making out with Cayden in the back row. Weird movie to go to if all you're gonna do is make out, but if you're not watching, who cares? It's a big dark room where everyone else is staring at the screen, blissfully unaware of what's going on behind them.
I had to watch bits of it, though, to stop myself from having to walk out of the theatre with a boner. I mean, how would that look, walking out of Toy Story with a hard on?
When we got back to Cay's place, he tried to tease me as best he could, but he couldn't hold off for long, pinning me down on the bed and bending me to his will.
Eventually, we make it under the covers, spent and sleepy, spooning like our lives depend on it. He holds me close against his skinny form and I close my eyes, shifting to make it easier for him. As his breathing slows and evens out into sleeping pace, I snuggle into him more, resting my face just below the hollow of his throat, following him into sleep moments later.
When I open my eyes, my phone is going off in the pocket of my jeans and Cay is already awake.
"Your phone has been going off for ages, Max," he whines and I mumble a half assed apology, quickly blocking out the buzz of the phone trying to vibrate its way across the floor, "it woke me up."
"You could've turned it off, y'know," I mutter, "I got that pay check through from that commercial, though. I can finally get a new phone and then he won't be able to wake you up by calling me all morning."
"Three guesses who 'he' is." I groan slightly into his chest, closing my eyes again. Why did Lex have to come back? Why now? Why ever? "Next time he calls give me the phone."
"It's on the floor," I burble, trying to find an excuse to not give him the phone, "that's effort."
"Lazy," he says, a smile in his voice. I look up at him with a sleepy scowl.
"You get it, then," I grunt, not really able to think of any other reasons to keep him from the phone. I guess I'm just worried he'll somehow make it worse... but I trust him not to.
"Where is it?" he asks with an exasperated sigh.
"Floor, jeans. Somewhere... wherever you put them last night."
"Mmm, I'll look for it when it rings again," he says, snuggling up to me. I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips as he pushes himself as close as he was before we fell asleep. We lay like that for a couple of minutes before the phone rings again.
"Urgh," he disentangles himself from me, and slides out of the bed to look for the phone. "Are you sure you were even wearing jeans last night? I can't find ‘em."
"I always wear jeans," I mumble into the pillow, more than a little annoyed at Lex's persistence.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't," he grumbles, still looking.
"Then you can take me shopping later and suggest something else for me to wear."
"I suggest you wear boxers and nothing else," he replies smoothly, pausing to look up at me and wink. I really should have seen that one coming.
"Sounds like a plan. Less washing to do," I grin, laughing.
"You'd have another stalker to deal with at work though" he laughs too and I smile, closing my eyes again.
"I think I'd cope, so long as Alex didn't see."