Before Clifford even opened his eyes he knew he wasn't in his own bed. There was a difference in the feel of it and the air around it that left him wondering what the devil he'd done the night before. He opened his eyes to see Kenneth standing by the window, glorious sunlight floating over and around him. His first thought shit! did we make love last night? was quickly silenced for his body didn't feel thoroughly used and blissfully sore. That was how he imagined he'd feel after a night of hardcore fucking with Kenneth. His cheeks warmed.
"Morning," he called sitting up.
Kenneth raked his fingers through his hair and turned to look at him. "Morning. How are you feeling?"
"Okay--I guess. What happened last night?"
"Do you want the honest answer or the one I'd give to make you okay with spending the night here?"
Clifford chuckled. "I had that coming." He stuck his feet out of the bed. "The honest answer?"
"You came here last night wanting us to make love."
Kenneth smiled and made his way to the chair by the bed. He sat and lifted his gaze to Clifford's face. "If we did--trust me--you'd remember."
"You didn't want me...."
"That wasn't it. I wanted you. I just didn't want you to wake up the next and regret it--I didn't want to be your oh shit moment."
Clifford bowed his head. He remembered now. He remembered wanting Kenneth so bad no amount of cold showers or thinking unsexy thoughts helped. Reaching across, he caressed Kenneth's cheek and smiled. "Where's your bathroom?"
Kenneth thumbed overh is shoulder and Clifford took off for it. When he flushed, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, he made his way back to where Kenneth was once again at the window. "Sorry about that."
"Melvin called last night. I didn't mean to pick up your phone but it wouldn't stop ringing. He wanted to see if you were alright. He says to call him today."
"He said you found out why your mother hated my father."
Clifford's head snapped up. "Did he tell you why?"
"He said I should ask you. Didn't think it was his place to say. So why did your mother hate my father?"
"She was in love with him. He loved your mother."
Kenneth spun around then. "Your mother loved my father? What?"
Clifford took a breath and explained what he was told. When he was finished he slumped to sit on the bed and pressed his fingers between his knees. "And that's the story so far."
"You haven't spoken to your mother about this?"
"I haven't had time. The last time I tried talking to her about you guys she flipped a frigging lid. This will take some time."
"So do you hate me?"
"The hell kind of question is that? I'm here, aren't I?"
Kenneth eased back. "Because you were angry. Would you be here if it was just a regular evening? Would you be here because you wanted to feel my touch, taste my kiss?"
"Yes. I'm a grown man, Kenneth. If I want your ass I'm going to come for it."
Kenneth smirk. "Alright. You want it? Come and get it!"