Who: Tommy and Bret. What: Bret has a day off! Where: Bret's apartment. When: Monday afternoon. Warnings: Possible language and drug references, will update as needed.
Tommy swayed slightly on the landing, tipping his head down to glare at the messenger bag that was slung over his shoulder. He had finalized his class schedule for September and, with that finalization, came the fun task of asking to be driven to the campus bookstore so he could buy every book he needed and get a head start on his second year of college. Tommy loved bookstores and, even more so, he loved books, particularly textbooks. What he didn't love was having to cart them around. But he had sent his bodyguard 'away', which meant that the man had taken up a post on a bench across the street, and had nowhere to stash his bag. And, besides, he had some pretty sweet books and being able to show them to Bret was an exciting concept. Strengthened by the prospect of seeing the mortal, Tommy only paused once more on his way up the stairs, only paused to rub his neck and shoulder before switching the bag over to rest on the opposite shoulder. Tommy was glad that Bret had a day off; the mortal was so busy with his performances and with the center that it was hard for them to spend too much time together and Tommy knew that it would get even more difficult to work out their schedules and find time to spend with each other. Of course, he had to focus on school so he could further his political goals, but the thought of having even less time to spend with Bret was definitely not a good one.
He reached Bret's floor eventually and when he knocked on the door, Tommy was slightly disappointed to see that it was Mandy, not Bret, who answered it. He did like Mandy, she just wasn't the person he was quickly becoming infatuated with. She let him in cheerfully, though, and explained that Bret was asleep and Tommy could go on in and wake him up, which left Tommy feeling a tad uncomfortable as he made his way through the living room and down the hallway toward Bret's room. Wouldn't it be a bit creepy and needy to go into Bret's room and wake him up? Maybe, but Tommy's desire to see Bret outweighed any other considerations and that was why he pushed Bret's door open slowly. Gulping as he gazed into the room, Tommy immediately flushed; Bret had fallen asleep straight from the shower and aside from the towel that was wrapped around his waist, no other part of his body was covered. Tommy took a moment to take in perfectly toned calves, eyes skirting guiltily over Bret's backside so they could instead trace over the firm lines of well-developed muscles that traced over and through Bret's back.
What was he supposed to do now, though? Briefly, Tommy entertained the thought of crawling into bed with Bret, but that would really be creepy. Instead, Tommy shuffled forward, one hand curled around the strap of the bag over his chest. "Bret?" He said quietly and then tentatively reached out to poke Bret's shoulder. "Mandy said I could come in and wake you up." There, that wasn't too creepy.