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Taking in a sharp gasp, Mallory stirred to wakefulness. His chest was warm with Mandarin pressed up against him as he always did in the mornings, helping to keep away the chilly draft that ran through the farmhouse now that the fall weather had set in.
Groggily and with only one eye open, his head fell toward the clock on his nightstand. The digits 7:33 stared back at him in red.
It's still early… but I should probably get up, Mallory sighed. His mind tried to find relevant information, eyebrows furrowed as he petted his cat's soft fur.
Is it Sunday? Or Monday? Alex was over last night but if it's Monday he would've left for school by now, he reasoned. The mere thought of his boyfriend made a smile spread across his cheeks, prompting him to squeeze Mandarin in a hug.
“I guess I'll find out what day it is if Alex comes home soon,” Mallory chuckled to himself, murmuring into fur. “Maybe he can help me pick apples again.”
Mallory would have loved to rest longer in the pleasant warmth of the bed, but he knew there would only be so much daylight to work in, so at last he pulled himself up and out of bed. The air made him shiver instantly, slipping on one of Alex's sweatshirts that he had left behind just for Mallory. It smelled of him, bringing a wide smile to his face.
Padding softly through the farmhouse, Mallory reached the end of the hall on the far side of the cabin only to realize the bathroom door was shut. Alex must have been here after all. His heart leapt in his chest, eager to spend another day together on the farm.
Nearly turning to leave, Mallory stopped as he heard something. He couldn't be sure exactly what it was, but something compelled him to listen closer.
The faint sounds on the other side of the door sent shivers running through him. They were distinct and unmistakable, his cheeks turning pink almost instantly when he recognized what it was.
Mallory was well aware that Alex had masturbated in his house before— a lot of times, if his suspicions had been right about all of Alex’s long bathroom breaks whenever he’d come over. Being this close to him while he did it was something else entirely…
Unthinkingly, he pressed his large ear to the door. At first he only heard his own thumping heartbeat, but then… A steady pace of wet slaps, and the clear sound of Alex’s shuddering breaths echoing softly off of the tile walls and floor. Mallory’s hand flew to his mouth.
Alex was definitely jerking off. The thought thrilled him and frightened him in equal measure.
He was fine just jerking off for now, but when would he ask Mallory for sex? It had to come eventually, didn’t it? The notion made him swallow thickly, another shiver running down his spine.
Yet, he was undeterred. Mallory strained to listen, biting his lower lip as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Alex’s powerful muscles on display, a throbbing vein on his bicep matching a vein on his cock, coated in sweat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration in that way that was always so adorable. The details between his legs were fuzzier than the rest of his imagination, but overall Mallory found it pleasant. A flush of red had bloomed across his cheeks and nose, extending out to his ears. Thankfully Alex couldn’t see him like that.
Or would he have enjoyed that? He always excused himself when they were making out, and Mallory was red as a raspberry then.
An extended, aching moan emanated from the bathroom, and Mallory squeaked beneath his fingers.
Oh my gosh, he thought, breathlessly. I shouldn’t be listening to this, I should give him privacy.
“Mal…” Alex called his name from the other side of the door, stealing the breath from his lungs.
Mallory’s eyes grew wide, fingers turning white as he gripped his face tightly. Does he know I’m here?
“Mal… It’s so good…” Alex murmured, a low growl in his voice. “Tell me how good I am…”
Shakily, Mallory took in a breath at last. He must just be talking to himself.
He’s thinking of me, Mallory thought, blinking rapidly. He’s thinking of me, and he’s…
Without thinking, Mallory dropped to the floor as silently as he could, pressing his cheek into the wood flooring as he strained to look through the gap underneath the door. The angle was terrible, and he could see little more than Alex’s feet.
His feet, bouncing and twitching, underwear around his ankles. The sound was louder now, and was that… the hem of his shirt hanging down?
So much heat was in his head now, Mallory was certain it would shoot out his ears and whistle like a kettle at any moment. He’s jerking off with my shirt?
That was flattering, and not unexpected, he supposed. Alex was not subtle when taking in Mallory’s scent, always breathing him in as they cuddled and pressing his nose against his scalp. A tingle ran through his head just recalling it, and how pleasant it always was when Alex touched his head, or his hair.
He wondered vaguely if Alex had come into his shirts before. He had helped with the laundry a few times, was that why? Washing out come from Mallory’s clothes? His head spun and grew hotter the longer he thought about it. At least the floor was serving to cool him down somewhat.
Needy moans began to ramp up, the wet slaps becoming more rapid and erratic. Alex called his name one last time, his toes wiggling as he presumably reached his orgasm.
Then, there was silence again. Well, mostly. Alex panted happily as if he had just run a marathon, while Mallory’s heartbeat thudded against the floor. It was like a drumbeat, his arms crossed over his chest as if he expected his heart to start protruding from his chest like a cartoon character. He was certain Alex would have been able to hear his heartbeat too, each pulse reverberating through his entire body. Without realizing, Mallory held his breath once again.
A strong hand reached down, removing his underwear entirely and throwing it in the bin along with Mallory’s shirt. Then, footsteps across tile as Alex entered the shower. Only when the sound of water was able to mask Mallory’s movements did he pull himself up off the floor.
Smoothing out his clothes and his hair, he returned to bed. What else was he supposed to do? Tucking himself back in, he did his best impression of being asleep, heart pounding in his chest the entire time.
I just listened to my boyfriend masturbating, Mallory reminded himself, incredulously. And he was calling my name. He was getting off thinking about me.
It was a terrifying thought, but also a pleasant one. Scary as it was to think of Alex asking for more, he felt relieved. Maybe his body wasn't as ugly and weird as he thought it was, if Alex found it so hot.
Alex's cries and moans of his name echoed in his mind, and Mallory could only scream softly into the pillow.
“He's so cute. Help me, he's so cute,” Mallory repeated to himself, doing his best not to squirm in bed or be so loud that Alex could hear.
After maybe twenty minutes, footsteps drew nearer and the bedroom door came open. The bed sank with Alex’s weight as he placed a kiss on the top of Mallory’s head.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Alex greeted brightly. “You should get up, it’s getting late. It's already past 8 AM.”
The red flush had never left his cheeks, the color pulling out the green in his blue-green eyes as he gazed up at Alex.
“Hi,” Mallory squeaked meekly.
“Hi,” Alex repeated with a chuckle. “You’re being cute right now. Everything okay?”
Throwing himself at Alex’s middle, Mallory squeezed him in a tight embrace. He probably should have told him, but the words wouldn’t come. Nodding into his chest would have to suffice.
“I just finished my jog and I was gonna make us breakfast, but… Would you rather I lay with you for a while?” Alex offered, biting back a smile.
Mallory nodded fervently at that, and Alex climbed under the covers beside him.
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