Trapped in the Outback Pt. 01

"Fffuck," he said, but he sounded more resigned than pissed off. I let my head drop back onto the armrest while he got a cloth and cleaned off the couch.

A second later my eyes opened wide as I felt his tongue against my face. He was licking his own cum off me.

I put a hand out and pushed him away and he laughed.

"Okay, so no licking your face."

"Who likes that?" I asked.

He pulled me upright and put the now tepid mug of coffee in my hand.

"Drink up, mate, I don't want to fuck you while you're off your face. Sorry, I didn't realise quite how drunk you were."

That was bullshit, but I was okay with it. I'd have deep throated more guys if I hadn't found it so unpleasant.

I did my best to put the coffee mug to my mouth, but it was a struggle.

"Want me to hold it for you?" he asked.

I shook my head and held the cup out to him. "Take it." I was feeling nauseated anyway.

He took the mug from my hand and set it back on the table. "Why don't you rest for a bit and let your head clear?"

He sat down at the end of the couch and I shuffled down so my head was in his lap.

My head resting against his thigh, I could smell that he'd cum. The hand by my face smelled of lemon washing up liquid from cleaning off the couch, and the wood smoke scent and the crackle of the fire was soothing.

I closed my eyes and he ran a hand through my hair then rested it against my chest.

"So, why are you still dressing like a slutty goth at thirty?" he asked.

"You asked me to." My head was swimming.

"No, I mean, why do you ever dress like a slutty goth?"

"I'm in a band," I mumbled against his leg.

"What?" He leaned over me, trying to understand me. "You're in a band?"

"Covers band," I said.

He ran his hand through my hair again and was quiet for a while. "Actually, I have to come clean. I knew that."

I grunted. I was starting to fall asleep.

"I saw you play, Jax. Saw your band, saw you sing. About a month ago it would have been."

His voice broke into my steady slide towards sleep.

"I would have gone up to you and talked to you, but I saw you with some girl and figured you were taken." He ran his fingers lightly over my face and said teasingly, "And then I saw your picture on that site. And fuck me, it said you were single."

He dipped his fingers in his drink and pressed his fingertips to my lips.

I was swimming down into the black now. The last thing I knew before I fell asleep was two fingers coated with whiskey, pushed inside my mouth. "See you soon, sweetheart."