because it needs to come out!

so after the course of a somewhat normal night - (except for the fact that A didn’t get any sleep the night before and was obviously exhausted and talked about it) we are walking to my car
of course under the assumption that im giving him a ride home and such
we get to the car door and he is following me - and mentions something about biting my ass (which was a topic earlier) and pulls down the top of my jeans to do such
i kind of squeal and turn around and hug him - basically saying that he has the green light on the front
so we are standing outside my car at penn circle putting my stuff in and he is nibbling my ass, licking my spine, kissing my ear... the whole nine yards... basically two sided spoon grabbing, rubbing, grinding and goodness.
its 3:45 am and people keep walking by conveniently timed when im making one noise or another (generally giggles and squeals)
then crazy homeless drunk man comes up and starts talking to A – who whispers in my ear "can the two of us never get a break together?"
and man, with a southern drunk accent is making all sorts of comments about how he knows what A is going to be eating, Alabama, and how I’m his juicy fruit…. A handles it will of grace and humor meanwhile still trying to nibble on my neck and ear while pulling my ass into him.
so A handles it fairly gracefully and with humor but after that we get into the car... and im in internal battle because he has me all worked up (i can feel his excitement but i know he needs needs needs his sleep). so we start talking about my interview and i drive him home.
around the corner from his house he says something about getting out of the car quick because he feels like he could get to sleep quickly. i agree with him and then pull up to his place, where he proceeds to lean into me, we kiss and caress.
and have this conversation where he says we could never just spoon. and i say that i wish he wasn’t so exhausted because I would be taking him home with me. he accuses me of just being polite by saying that. I ensure him that actually I have the feeling quite often that I feel bad because he needs to get sleep and that I do really want him in my bed.
feel bad because he needs to get sleep and that I do really want him in my bed.
he gets into the backseat to get his bag and leans over for two more kisses.
walks around to my car window and waits for me to roll it down for two more kisses. and then I drive home frazzled as fuck.
get home and text him (per his request even though we both know his phone is dead) - "so many things I feel like sending your direction. most importantly sleep and that I do wish that you were currently tangled up with me in bed."
And no response.

Damn.
Damn.
Damn.

So close.
So far.
So….