Through My Window

Original Edition: 49. The Used Ones

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ARES HIDALGO

Waking up and not feeling Raquel stretching my arm across the bed is not what I expected. With my head spinning, I get up, staggering to the bathroom, take a look around and nothing. I notice her clothes are nowhere to be found, so I realize she's gone.

Did the witch use me and leave?

I can't believe it, this goes for the long list of first times with Raquel. No girl has ever disappeared the next morning after a night of sex, that has always been my role.

She keeps stealing my .

But why did she leave? I didn't do anything wrong last night, did I? I run my hand over my face, remembering everything we did last night. God, that qualifies as the best sex I've ever had in my life. This woman drives me crazy. I grin like a fool, assessing the only clothes I have to wear: the Greek god costume. Ah, I don't think so, there's no way I'm going out like this. I look for clothes in the closet, since this is one of Marco's guest rooms and, since he's used to us staying here from time to time, there are always extra clothes for the guests.

After changing into shorts and a white sweatshirt, I walk downstairs to the living room, where I am confronted with a scene that looks like something out of the movie The Hangover.

Gregory is lying on the couch, with an ice pack on his forehead. Apolo is sitting on the floor with his back against the bottom of the couch and a bucket next to him, he is pale. Marco sits on the couch with an ice pack on his...

Marco is the first to notice me.

"Don't even say it."

I can't help but laugh.

"What the fuck?"

"I'm dying." Gregory grunts.

My eyes are still on Marco.

"What happened to you?"

Marco rolls his eyes.

"What part of "don't even say it" didn't you understand? Just forget it."

"It's hard to forget that when you're holding an ice pack over your penis."

Apolo snorts.

"Why are you so raw, Ares?"

I sit at the end of the couch, at Gregory's feet.

"Did you break it?"

Marco gives me a murderous look.

"No, just... I think they are friction burns."

I let out a laugh.

"Shit, bro, and I thought I had a wild night."

Gregory laughs with me.

"Me too, but no, it seems that Marco was fucked as an old TV set."

Gregory and I say at the same time.

"With no control."

Marco presses his lips.

"Ha-ha, so funny."

Apolo smiles.

"That was a good one."

Apolo and I go home and, upon arrival, we walk straight to the kitchen, still weak and dizzy. We need fluids, food and a good shower. Apolo collapses on the kitchen table, his cheek rest there. I just grab two energy drinks bottles from the fridge and set them on the table, sitting on the other side. I know Apolo did his thing last night and I'm very curious.