You guys know the routine. This stuff is mostly fiction. Any relation to any persons, living or six feet under, is purely coincidental (as in, don't get all worried that I'm talking about you or something, cause I'm not. I don't even know you.) Oh, and the usual rules apply since there will be gay sexual intercourse in this story: if you're too young to be reading this stuff, don't. And yeah, if this offends you...go somewhere else. Alrighty now that that's over with...on with the story!
Here it is! The second chapter! Thank you to all of you who e-mailed me, I really appreciate it! I tried to incorporate a lot of your ideas and suggestions into the story, so...here it is!
Landon, Finally--Part 2
"Show me," he replied coolly.
I was totally taken aback. A super hot guy was lying on my bed, asking me to show him that I wasn't wearing underwear. My face flushed with embarrassment as I attempted to retain my composure. I was unbelievably confused.
"Fine," I said, as I came up with an idea.
I stood up slowly and lifted up my shirt, revealing my six-pack and light "happy trail." I hooked the thumb of my other hand onto the waistband of my sleep shorts to the side of my hip and flashed him a little flesh right under my v-cut. It was white, but I didn't show much besides a small area.
"There, you happy? Nothing." I smiled, pleased with myself.
"That proved nothing." Quite obviously, he was disappointed.
"You're nothing." I shot back, playfully.
"Okay, okay fine," he gave in, as he patted the bed next to him.
"You just wanted to see me naked, didn't you?" Yes, I was flirting...again.
"Don't be stupid," he tried to convince me otherwise as he turned away, possibly hiding his blush, "you think I'm gay or something?"
"Well, you did want to see my crotch," I noted playfully.
"Dude, not even," he was really embarrassed now, "whoa, nice movie collection, can we watch one?"
He was obviously trying to change the subject as he walked over to my DVD rack and sorted through my movies. Maybe I should take the time to describe my bedroom so you readers can better understand the story. My bed is fairly large, and it's right in the middle of my room. My room is spacious, my closet and chest of drawers holding all my clothes on one side, shelves of books, movies, and CDs on the other. My laptop and desk are right next to my bed. I'm not spoiled, but I live fairly comfortably.
"Fine, fine. I guess we can drop it for now. But I won't forget that you tried to get in my pants," I laughed and threw my pillow at his nice, firm ass.
It bounced off.
"Wow, look at all these books. Are you a bookworm?" He asked, seemingly oblivious to the pillow.
"Guilty as charged. Does that make me weird?"
"Nah, just smart," he remarked as he thumbed through A Walk to Remember.
"Have you read that book?" I asked, curious to see if he was as much of a romantic as I was.
"Not yet, but I saw that movie," he commented.
"Yeah it was just as good." I really liked both, "Mandy Moore is awesome."
Mandy Moore is probably my favorite actress because she's really pretty, down-to-earth, and she can sing amazingly. I usually use her when my guy friends ask me who I think is hot. I usually pass on Jessica Alba. Yes, I know, that's really gay. Anyway, moving on.
"She is," he said, caught a little off guard. Could it be he was taken aback because I mentioned a hot girl and he didn't expect that?
"Yeah, I just love that movie and the book; they're like the epitome of love."
"Wow, big word."
"Get used to it."
"So does that make you a hopeless romantic?" He asked with a cheesy smirk.
"Romantic, yes. Hopeless, hopefully not," I responded with a laugh.
"I'm borrowing this one," he stated.
"Cool, I hope you like it," I was excited that now I had a reason to talk to him in school...score!
He walked back to the DVD rack, intent on finding a movie to watch, evidently attempting to complete his earlier quest which he was diverted from. He laughed at a few, made weird faces at a few more, and smiled at a majority. Finally, he took his pick.
"Here," he turned around, "how about X-Men?"
"Which one?"
"Um...the third one, it's my favorite."
"Dude, I love that one."
"Cool," he turned around, "think fast!"
He tossed the DVD at me. I caught it, but I didn't expect him to throw the pillow right after! As soon as both my hands were on the DVD, he flew the pillow right at my face! I couldn't even block it! It didn't hurt at all but I was definitely surprised. Landon, of course, burst out in peals of laughter, evidently finding the dumbfounded look on my face extremely hilarious.
"OW!" I brought my hands to my face, trying to generate some sort of reaction from him.
"What? Don't tell me that hurt," he stopped laughing but he was still grinning widely.
"No it didn't," I said seriously, "but I think you knocked out my contact."
"Oh, shit," he looked genuinely concerned, "I'm sorry, man. Are you okay? Here let me help you look for it."
He rushed over to where I was sitting on the bed and started tearing through the covers and sheets. I relished his closeness as he displayed his care for me.
"I think it might've fallen down on the side of the bed," I pointed to the ground and he dropped on all fours immediately.
He peered cautiously underneath my bed and was completely unaware that his ass was full on display for me. His shirt was riding up, and I could see the top of his hairless crack, seeing as he wasn't wearing any underwear. I was enjoying the view before I realized why I sent him down there in the first place. I reached for my pillow and before he had a chance to react, SMACK! I whacked him right on the ass with it.
"You little fucker," he said, standing up laughing as he finally realized the whole contact search was a joke.
He tackled me and we both fell on the bed. His previous inhibitions were gone and I was amazed to see his transformation from shy cutie to playful hottie. But, I must say, I definitely enjoyed the change. Together, we finally broke the uneasiness which restricted our relationship and at last, experienced a moment of pure ecstasy.
His arms were desperately flailing to achieve a position where he could hold some leverage over me. He legs were already straddling mine as he had pounced while I was unaware. I was wiggling like crazy, frantically trying to free myself from his grasp. Eventually, he gave up trying to pin me and instead, starting tickling me instead.
"Stop it please!" I yelped between bouts of giggles.
"Say you're sorry," he commanded, flashing his gorgeous smile. His arms were roaming around my stomach, relentless in their attack.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I forced through my fits of laughter.
He stopped tickling me and I finally relaxed, recovering from his tickle attack. As I was trying to catch my breath, as I had lost nearly all of it laughing, he changed his position and decided to sit on my chest. What a sweetheart.
"I can't breathe!" I cried, making my voice weak and hoarse.
"Not even," he said.
"Fine," I dropped the charade, "but can you get off me anyway?"
"No way. I've got you right where I want you," he whispered with a smile. Was that innuendo or what?
"Dick." I said, kicking my legs up in the air. But it was to no avail, I couldn't reach him.
"Okay, let's make a deal," he proposed. He looked like he was searching in his head for a thought. It was sexy.
"What?" I asked, very curious to see where this was headed.
"I'll get off of you if you say `Landon is the smartest, funniest, sexiest guy I know. We should all worship Landon.'" He smirked as he bounced on my chest.
"Ow!"
His face was getting closer and closer to mine. He was practically whispering in my face. I felt the heat of our bodies pressing into one another and the sparks we were setting off were burning. I saw a bead of perspiration form on his smooth forehead and the veins in his arms were coursing with pumped adrenaline. He looked sexy enough to eat, maybe for dessert.
"Do I have to?" his lips were inches away from mine.
"If you want me to get off."
"Actually, I'm quite comfortable in this position," I joked. In actuality, my boner was sprouting and I hoped he wouldn't notice. At the same time though, I really didn't mind feeling his body pressed so tightly against mine.
"Come on, deal, or no deal?" I nearly felt his bangs on my face, those silky brown locks tickling my short black ones. It took all I had to keep from reaching up and kissing him right then. I had to get out of this situation before it got too heated.
"Landon is smart funny and sexy. Watch me worship him."
"Close enough." He rolled off me and collapsed on my bed, very nearly missing my erection, which subsided as we lost contact. I hoped he hadn't noticed.
"By the way," he added, "I might take you up on that worship offer later," he said smugly, with a wink.
I rolled my eyes, "whatever."
I stood up to put X-Men: The Last Stand into my PS2 so we could watch it. As the movie was loading, I grabbed the remote and tossed it at Landon. This time, he actually caught it.
"Wow, so the baseball player CAN catch," I remarked sarcastically.
He pointed the remote at me.
"Mute," he laughed to himself as he pressed the button repeatedly, evidently attempting to turn me off in either interpretation, he wasn't succeeding.
"Nice try."
"Owen, I think you need to fix your remote, it won't make you shut up."
"Very funny," I chuckled as I flopped onto the bed next to him, causing him to rock and roll onto me. He quickly shifted back but as for that second he was on me, I enjoyed it.
"Whoa," he said, "is this like a bounce-fest or something?"
We finally settled down and allowed ourselves to relax into each other's presence. We were so close; I could feel the heat emanating from his body under the covers. Thankfully, it was a little chilly out (rare here in Hawaii, by the way) so we had an excuse to both cuddle up under the blanket together. We were barely touching, still a little awkward with each other's bodies, as if separated by some resistance. Still, we were closer than before, so at least we were headed in the right direction.
The movie played on my television, bright colors and special effects temporarily lighting up the room with Hollywood magic. I, however, paid little attention to the screen as most of my thoughts were focused on the beautiful hunk lying next to me. Our arms were barely touching--practically arm-hair to arm-hair--but we both savored the warm and connection we shared, even though we were both still too scared to admit it.
I worried so much as the night wore on. The impending darkness brought me closer than ever to this wonderfully funny and sexy boy who was quite obviously showing signs of some kind of feelings for me. However, I feared the attraction was merely one of friendship, I feared that the attraction was one-sided; I feared he saw me only as a friend. I had been turned down too many times to be unafraid of rejection. I lost too many potentially splendid friendships through my mistakes. But, then again, what was one more?
As I pondered our relationship, Landon lay next to me, quite obviously not entirely encompassed in the movie as well. He kept stealing furtive glances at me, and although I would have liked to think he was checking me out, I knew from experience not to trust my optimism, as it only led me down a dark path of despair. Still, I hoped that maybe, just maybe, Landon could be the eraser to my penciled, ashy darkness. Maybe in this single boy, this incredibly handsome and passionate young man, I could finally find love.
Suddenly, he interrupted my reflective--and granted, somewhat corny--thoughts.
"Hey, I'm bored. I'm just not feeling this movie right now, you wanna shut it off and just talk?"
I really liked talking. Knowing that conversation strengthened relationships, I accepted his idea, anxious to share a deep conversation with him, a connection I had never found with another boy. Already, Landon was proving much different from my past crushed crushes.
"Okay, sounds good," I said as I stood up and shut everything off, "so are you cool with sleeping in my bed?"
My bed was definitely big enough, it was a queen size--no pun intended. He snuggled up under the covers.
"None at all," he said as I moved to lie down next to him.
"So what do you wanna talk about?" I asked, very curious to see what he would come up with.
"Hmm...how about a game?" he asked seductively, well, at least, I thought he was being rather seductive.
"Okay, shoot." I was up for anything with this boy.
Okay, so it's a bit shorter than the last chapter but I did want an exciting ending so the next chapter will be much longer and include a lot more events. I realize the story is moving rather slowly but I really want this to develop well. Again, no action (well, besides the wrestling) but once the characters come in strong, there will be plenty of time for that. Feel free to email me: crushedbytheworld@gmail.com. I'm open to comments and suggestions. We're headed for chapter 3!