LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Tomorrow Never Knows What It Doesn't Know Too Soon - Pt. 2

            He sauntered back into the bedroom a couple hours later and flopped down beside me with an exhausted sigh.

I turned my head towards him and touched my forehead to his. His breathing sounded so quiet and sweet.

"You're all sweaty." I said as I felt his damp bangs touch my skin.

"That's 'cuz I just got done runnin'." He replied. "Unlike your lazy arse."

I hummed in sarcasm. With all the walking around London I did on a daily basis, I thought I got pretty good exercise. I preferred walking and if I needed to get somewhere fast, the tube was good. The bus was too depending on traffic. There was no sense in a car. I had my American license but couldn't be arsed to switch it to a Britsh one. Liam preferred riding in a car. The opposite of Noel but I suppose that's nothing new.

"Are you gonna leave your clothes on?" I asked.

"I am, yeah." He said as he pushed his forehead more against mine. "Too fuckin' knackered to take 'em off."

"Oh."

I sat up and moved down to sit by his waist. I admired his running outfit. There wasn't much special about it...except for his tennis shoes anyway. They were neon blue and yellow and he must've taken them off before he got back in bed. Black socks, black gym shorts, blue t-shirt, and of course...

"Compression shorts." I mused as I looked at them. They were black as well and went down to his ankles.

"What about 'em?"

"Oh nothing. It just made me think about when Kelsey and I were reminiscing about high school and she was all like, 'Remember how all the boys'd be talking about their compression shorts? They wore 'em to hide their boners!'"

"That's not what they're for!" He exclaimed as he looked at me.

"I know!" I agreed. "Who knows where she got that from."

He tutted and closed his eyes again.

I smiled to myself as I thought about something.

He winced a little at the sensation. "Don't get too involved, yeah? There's not room for-"

"And that's why you shouldn't wear clothes." I gave him a squeeze.

"You what?" He hissed.

"I said you shouldn't wear clothes."

He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his eyes to look at me. "The fuck d'ya mean I shouldn't wear clothes? You're always tellin' me I should wear clothes and now you've changed your mind? Fuck that! I know what you're playin' at Jules and it ain't funny. And it's doin' me fuckin' head in, tryin' to-" He cut himself off as he cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nothin'. I think I just pulled a muscle or summat."

"Where?"

"There." He lifted his right leg and rubbed his calf.

I reached over and started rubbing it as well.

He moved his hand out of the way and lay back relaxing with a sigh.

"You want a bath?" I asked.