Neel

My phone’s alarm buzzed at 7am, I turned and while yawning I took and my phone and stopped the alarm. I turned back and put my hand around Dharm’s body again. I caress his shoulder, then his back, then his hip and then his ass. Naked Dharm in the morning is all I need, but I need to get ready to go to house. But I need coffee before that. I got up from the bed, wore my boxer brief and vest and got out of the room to do my morning routine.

Once I put the kettle on gas, I opened the fridge and I was glad that he had bread and butter.

“Let’s have a light breakfast” I said to myself.

When I was done with putting the plates on the table, I turned around to pour coffee in the mugs, Dharm wrapped around his hand on my hip, teasing me with his index finger, playing around the band of my boxer brief.

“You got up a little early.” He kissed my nape and them my shoulder.

“Did I wake you up?” I asked him.

“Yes, you did, when I didn’t feel you around me, I woke up so technically you did wake me up.” He kissed my nape again.

I chuckled and said, “Why don’t you fresh up, I am waiting for you here.”

“Sure.” He kissed my nape again and went towards the bathroom.

…

“Let me drop you.” He said to me.

“Nah, I will go. You’re might get late for café.” I told him.

“Come on, it won’t take that much time.” He countered in a whining baby way.

I quickly kissed his lips, “Nope, I will go by myself. Thanks.”

I wore my cloths, opened the door, waved my hand. He made a pouty face to which I gave a flying kiss and closed the door.

…

When I entered the kitchen, my mom was already there having her tea.

“Where were you? You didn’t return last night.” My mom asked.

“I spent the night with Dharm.” I answered her.

“If you want some tea, it’s there in the kettle.”

“I already had breakfast.”

“I will be going to Masi’s house today. I will be back by Sunday.” She spoke. It’s Thursday, and she recently went there. And out of curiosity I asked her,

“Are you really going to her house?” I asked.

“Yeah I am. Why would you ask that?” she asked me. I was now thinking to whether bring it in front of her or not. Her face expression changed for a moment but went back to neutral again. And I knew she knows I am up to something.

“Who was he mom?” I asked, but my tone was kinda angry and pissed off but not fully.

“Who?” she asked me again.

“The one with whom you were there in the fest. Who was he?”