After a long day on his feet Daniel liked to sit upright in bed. He took pleasure in the L-posture, still being able to relax his body without the full giving-in quality he found in lying. He kept his legs straight, his back straight, and his head against the frame, eyes closed in thought and meditation.
There was a shaking, slight. The bed frame was moving. Was it his roommate and another late night conquest? Could he feel their copulation two rooms and walls away? He strained for a sound, a pant, an urging, but heard none.
And Daniel realized it was himself, his pulse. The back of his skull hit the frame just so, so that the beating of his heart caused a slight disturbance, butterflying and echoing down his back. The meditation over, his thoughts turned only to his own blood, and all the odd places he had felt and seen his pulse. A finger wrapped around his toe. The subtle movement of his crossed legs. A lover's hand lightly gripping his cock.
His head shook. It made the loudest sound. He wondered why anyone would ever check a wrist or a neck when there are so many other places to find signs of life, unknown and forgotten.
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