4:30

As Honoré de Balzac said, every night should have its own menu. It can be as delicious as a cuddle, it can be as bitter as tears, and it can be.....uhuhu, damn hot, and I don't mean the temperature. 4:30 is the time when usually everyone is asleep, well, or as some individuals summon spirits of all sorts, it's fun. Oh, I forgot about the sitters on the 25/8 phone. But, for Jax it's all banal and boring, like children's fairy tales, or the Babaika. He's doing more grown-up things at 4:30. Every night exactly at this time begins a real performance, his room is filled with deep sighs and exhalations, almost moans. And in the darkness, it's just those nasty sounds. *** The guy sat on the bed, staring into the void. He didn't know what he was thinking about, just about everything. Smoothly going into one topic, and just as smoothly coming out to another without even noticing. He slowly rolled down the soft headboard of the bed and was now lying down. His arms were under his head, and despite the pillow over them, it was more comfortable. If we went back to the subject of transitions, we could find out how one interesting person had skillfully gotten into his head. The red-haired girl quickly flies into his thoughts, and doesn't leave for a long time. She stays there for a very long time, sitting and lying in very sexy poses, as if teasing the guy, telling him he can't have her. Her hands, as usual, move smoothly down his lean body, quite athletic, I might add, stopping at just the right spot. The sleeping pants are pushed back far enough, Jax first gently touches the top of his palms to his genitals as if for the first time, but after a second he takes it fully in his hand. Squeezing lightly, they begin a leisurely up and down motion, slowly picking up the pace. Wet secretions are already oozing from the head, which only helps the action. A shuddering exhale comes out of the guy, legs slightly writhing against each other. The hare's left hand lightly crumples the blanket, and in his mind is this girl, slowly undressing, the matter already comes to the bra, but it stops.....fantasy he does not have enough, poor guy. But it's enough for him to finish this debauchery. He wipes off the white liquid where it got in, and already quietly falls asleep, without disturbing thoughts that eat him from the inside. There it is, the law of a good and sound sleep.