It had been two weeks or so since Tim and I had our first little experience, and we had hung out in our normal friendly group, and, to my surprise, neither of us acted like anything even happened. While I was thinking it a few times, about how much fun we had, it was nice to see it didn’t make anything weird, or that Tim was freaked out thinking back to what we did.

One evening, now in the middle of December, we were hanging out as usual, and everyone decided to go back to my friend Mason’s house to watch the west coast hockey games instead of wasting money at the bar. So we all headed back and met up there, hanging out, talking, drinking, playing drinking games and so on.

As it got later and later, couple started finding their ways home, and then eventually we all decided it was time to head home. Since none of us could obviously drive, discussion started of who can sleep where, or should we just get an Uber, etc. I said I didn’t mind just calling an Uber, since I live so close and I can find a ride back in the morning for my car, or an Uber is cheap anyway.

Time leapt to this idea and offered that he would just crash on my couch and then we can both get our cars in the morning, that way there would be enough space for the others at Mason’s. Seemed very reasonable and everyone agreed, and I fired up the Uber app and requested a ride. At the same time, it finally clicked in my mind; Tim MUST be wanting to mess around again. I instantly started to grow a bit in my pants, but had to fight that back immediately, given I had 3 other friends around who had no clue about any of this.

Not long after, we had arrived back at my house and walked in. While I assumed, and hoped, that Tim was interested in playing around some, I didn’t want to be forward in case I was misreading this. So, I offered if he wanted some extra blankets than the one I already had on my couch.

“Yea I probably could use an extra if you have one, for when I’m ready to fall asleep.”

“Oh, not quite ready to call it a night huh?” I suggested, hoping for some insight on what he was looking to do, and hoping it was what I wanted to do.

“Well, I mean, it depends if you wanted to hang out some on the couch.”

“Yea, I’m not really THAT tired myself, let me go grab the blanket and I’ll be right back.”

I came back down the steps and saw Tim standing right by the couch and I walked over and handed him the blanket as he both sat down; Tim almost dead center of the couch, basically exactly where he was sitting last time, placing the blanket to his left, and I sat right next to him.