Avery's Desire Pt. 03

Rick grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled himself up. The room was filling with steam from the hot shower making Rick feel over heated and uncomfortable. It was way too muggy for his taste but he had to admit that a hot shower would feel nice. Still, he was a bit nervous about taking his clothes off in Avery's bathroom. It wasn't that he thought Avery would try anything, in fact he knew that he wouldn't, it was just a weird feeling he had, like being caught off guard. Honestly it made no sense even to him and he suddenly wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Avery was his best friend, there was no need to feel awkward around him, so why was he stressing over it? Rick convinced himself that he was being ridiculous. He was standing there, covered in puke, reeking of booze, and feeling like shit. All he wanted at the moment was to clean up and then go to sleep. 'Screw it.' He thought. He stripped then carefully climbed into the shower. The hot water felt good running over his shoulders and down his back. He soaped up a wash rag and cleaned himself up then used a bottle of shampoo he found in the shower caddy to wash his hair. When he was done he toweled his hair off then wrapped a clean towel around his waist and walked out into the hall. A bust of cool air from the rest of the apartment made him shiver. He turned around and looked to the clothes he'd discarded on the floor. No way he was putting them back on, which presented him with a slight problem, he had no other clothes with him and there was nothing in Avery's closet, to his knowledge, that was going to fit.

He took a deep breath, scratched his head, and then walked slowly to Avery's room. The light was still on and the door was partially open. He hoped that Avery was still awake.

"Hey Ave?" Rick knocked lightly on the door. "You asleep yet?"

"No..." He heard Avery say. "Come on in."

Rick gently pushed the door open and walked in. Avery was lying on the bed with a pillow over his face. He'd changed his clothes from the black T-shirt and boy shorts he'd been wearing to a white muscle shirt and boxer shorts. Rick couldn't help but smile; there was something cute about the way he was laying there. "Trying to smother yourself to death?" Rick joked.

"No," Avery answered, "But I'd like to smother your stupid ass."

"Ouch." Rick walked over and sat on the end of the bed. Avery pulled his legs away and rolled over so that his back was to Rick. "Don't be that way." Rick said. "I know I'm a jerk, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say those things to you."

"Yes you did." Avery sighed. "Being drunk just makes you say things you normally keep bottled up but it doesn't them any less true."

"Either way, I'm sorry. I've sobered up a little and I'm honestly appalled that I acted that way towards you, you didn't deserve it."

"Thanks for the apology. Now go away."

"Ave, come on, I'm trying here."

Avery turned back around and sat up, holding the pillow in his lap now. His eyes were red from crying and Rick suddenly felt even more horrible than he did before. Avery obviously didn't want Rick to see him cry, but he couldn't help it now. As Rick reached over and brushed a strand a hair from Avery's eyes the tears began to fall.

"Do you hate me?" Rick asked him.

"Yes..." Avery sneered. "And no, but I am pissed at you."

"You have every right to be, just don't hate me okay, I couldn't take that."

"I don't hate you, and even if I did, I couldn't hate you for long." Avery wiped the tears away with the sheet. "Just...apologize again in the morning so I know you mean it. You know, so I'm sure it's not like some sad drunk type of apology."

Rick laughed then nodded in agreement. "I promise."

"Good, now, just go to bed. We both need some sleep."

"Yeah, about that, I hate to ask this but...you don't happen to maybe have any of Mike's old clothes lying around here do you? My clothes are kind of nasty."

"Oh...uh...no, I'm sorry. I might have a pair of shorts that you can wear but they would be really tight on you." Avery blushed as he looked at Rick. Suddenly the thought of seeing him in super tight shorts was kind of exciting. He couldn't help but picture what his thighs would look like crammed into the stretchy material, not to mention his package. He'd never seen Rick naked before but the tight pants he wore on stage really left little to the imagination. Even now, the towel he had wrapped around himself wasn't big enough to cover everything. He was sitting on the bed with his right leg bent and resting on the mattress while his left leg hung to the side with his foot propped against the bed frame. The towel had slipped open, one side falling off his thigh and leaving it completely visible. The top of the towel barely covered his belly button and when he yawned and stretched, the towel slipped down a bit so that Avery could see the soft, thin, trail of hair on his lower abdomen. He looked away quickly when he realized that he was starting to get aroused. He was never so thankful for the pillow that he held in his lap.

"It's no big deal I guess." Rick said sleepily. "I can have Trash swing by my place in the morning and pick me up some clean clothes."

"What about tonight?"

Rick shrugged. "I normally sleep naked anyway."

Avery nearly fainted. "Umm...Oh...Okay then, as long as you're comfortable."

"Yeah, you look like the one that's uncomfortable right now." Rick winked then quickly grabbed Avery's pillow and tossed it. "You perv!"

"Hey!" Avery pulled the sheet up over himself and glared at Rick. Rick laughed as he headed for the door.

"Sweet dreams Ave, just keep 'em clean."

"Oh bite me!" Avery hissed.

"Naw...you'd like that too much."

"Oh whatever!" Avery pulled the sheet over his head then curled up on his side. Rick switched the light off as he walked out, still laughing.

"Good-night Avery. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night..." Avery mumbled, though he wasn't really sure how easily he could fall asleep now, knowing that Rick was sleeping in the nude just two doors down.