Notes

Jake trod up the stairs, legs leaden with the exhaustion of a day's hunt. Sighing, he sat on the edge of his bed, too tired to face the flashing lights of his skulltop. He grabbed the water bottle sitting on his bedside table, leaning over so far that he fell against the mattress. Too drained to bother getting up, he just rolled over, trying to block out the waning light filtering through the window. Instead, his face pressed against the pillowcase Dirk had sent him for his birthday. The thing had traveled across space and time to get to him- it was probably one of his most prized possessions.
He inhaled into his pillow, nose pressed to the soft cotton of the pillowcase, breathing in the remnant traces of Dirk's scent. A desperate hand fumbled with the fly of his pants, pulling down the zipper, peeling off the layers of underclothing. Palming his dick he breathed out, slowly releasing the stress and tension built up over the day. Jerking back he sputtered against the plush fabric. Soon he found a rhythm, snapping his hips into the bedding, warm images of Dirk flowing through his head like honey. The pillowcase smelled like home.
Cumming, he saw stars- bright bursts of orange and heat blazed behind his eyelids, matching the heat in his hand. Jake rolled over, a knot of heavy limbs and sweaty skin. Collapsing in a haze of post-orgasm bliss, blending the line between bed and human. A drowsy smile drifted across his features, and then he fell asleep.