Hey folks. I sent in part 1 without any kind of heading to it, so you guys probably had no idea what to think. This is my first try at writing a story, and I know it's kind of short, but future parts will be longer, that is if you guys like it.
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Twists and turns...
The cab ride to my apartment near campus was pretty uneventful. James sat next to me playing with my leg the whole way, making it really tough to keep the conversation going as to not spook the cabbie.
James poked me in the rib. "So, you never told me your name."
I chuckled. "Dave... David Collins."
He smiled big. "All right Dave, David Collins...nice to meet you." He shook my hand, making it seem like a business meeting. I guess my face showed the shock, and as he laughed he leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Guess that was a little formal for somebody who mooned you in the middle of a club, huh?" Then he stuck his tongue in my ear, making me let out a sharp noise. The cabbie scowled at us, but said nothing.
We managed to make it to my place without further distraction, if you can call him rubbing my leg and holding my hand not distracting. We pulled up, and then to my surprise, James handed the cab driver some bills with the words, "Keep the change." We got out to the sounds of the driver's profuse thanks.
I could practically feel his eyes on me as he followed me up to my door. My apartment was in a pretty good complex, one that catered to younger businessmen and such, as well as graduate students. I knew of no undergrads that lived here.
As I walked to my door, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. James turned me around and before I could say a word, his lips were on mine. I melted into his kiss. It was every kiss I have ever dreamed of, as horribly cheesy as that sounds. There was no tongue, no grinding, but just a soft pressing of our lips together. Wow.
I stood there, trying to remember what planet I was on, while James stood there and laughed at me. It wasn't a mean-spirited laugh, really one of amusement. I was starting to get the impression that this guy found humor in everything.
I opened my door and led him into the apartment, pointing out various things along the way. While my keyboard in the corner distracted him, I discreetly looked for my roommates. No sign of them. I walked over and checked for messages, then I heard soft sounds of music. I turned around, and I saw James walking toward me from the stereo. He had picked one of my roommate Matt's soft jazz CD's.
James took my hand and guided me to the couch. This whole thing was blowing my mind. I had always been the aggressor in almost every sexual situation I had ever been in, but now I was obediently following this young man like a puppy... and I was enjoying every second of it, I discovered.
We sat on the couch and just stared into each other's eyes. I felt like I was in a pool of chocolate. Those eyes were large, round, and deep... I could feel myself falling with every second. His face had to be the most expressive face I had ever seen. I felt like I could read his mind.
He smiled at me. "So... what do you wanna do?" he asked slyly.
I leaned toward him and began to kiss him again, softly. He moaned slightly, then began to reciprocate. We sat there for who knows how long, just kissing. I love to kiss, and evidently he did as well.
I started to move my hands up to his chest when he pulled away. I looked at him with some confusion. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He grinned at me. "You think we're going to have sex, don't you?"
The ever-present confusion I had been experiencing all evening descended back on me. "I guess... I mean, that was the impression I got when you said you wanted to come to my place."
He chuckled. "Look, Dave, don't think I am a cock tease or anything like that. I think you can tell just by looking at me how much I want you." I looked him over. His face was slightly flushed, he was breathing a little heavy, and there was quite a bulge down in his crotch area. The things that told me the most were his eyes again. They were filled with lust, arousal, feeling.
He touched my cheek. "Talk to me, " he said softly.
Confusion, again. "About what?" I asked.
He sighed. "The reason I came here is so you could tell me what's wrong."
I moved away from him a little. "What makes you think I even want to talk about it?"
James looked me in the eyes. "You want to talk. Every atom in your body is screaming to talk. You are putting up one of the best walls I have ever seen, but you aren't hiding anything from me. I can see it as plain as day. You are one of those guys who is desperate for someone to talk to, but when somebody asks, you say nothing's wrong or that you don't want to talk. But there's a part of you that screams out to let it out, for somebody to be persistent with you, to make you let it go. You are like an open book, Dave. You don't ever let people get close to you, then you go through intense pain because you don't have anybody who is close to you."
Damn, he was so close to the mark it was scary. I could feel the tears filling my eyes as he talked. Then he touched my cheek again. "Talk to me," he said again.
I talked. I let out everything. Every bit of anxiety and pain I had been holding in for the last couple of days was forcefully let out. All the while, James sat there, holding my hand and looking in my eyes, giving me silent support. I don't know how long we sat there on the couch, but before I knew it, the CD changer had acted twice and we were listening to one of my classical piano CDs. I was crying openly, having let out everything I had been holding in.
I took in a ragged breath, trying to regain some lost control, when James spoke again for the first time in hours. "Don't do it Dave... I can see the walls starting to come back. Don't do it... let me stay in, please." I looked in his eyes, and those deep brown pools were teary themselves. I looked at him closely for the first time, and I saw that he had also been crying... he had been crying for me, with me. He seemed to truly understand. I felt an overwhelming need to touch him, but I was scared. As always, he saw right through me.
"C'mere," he said, and pulled me into a fierce hug. The tears started up fresh as I received the emotional comforting I needed for the first time in what seemed like forever. I felt safe in his arms. He rubbed my back and whispered comforting words in my ears. Finally, I let him go.
James sat there looking at me. I finally looked up and met his eyes, and he smiled at me again. Not that lust-filled bad-boy grin, but the smile, the one that spoke of love, innocence, and understanding. I realized something as I saw him sitting there. I was falling fast and hard for this guy.
I reached back for some tissues, and blew my nose. I handed him some as well, and was lost in my own thoughts when I heard a loud honk. He was sitting there, looking right at me, and he blew his nose again as loud as he could. We both broke down in hysterics. All the ups and downs of the evening can to a head there as we rolled in laughter.
We sat on my couch, holding our sides, when he turned to me again. "I'm sorry if I was harsh with you earlier, but I had to find some way to get through the wall, " he said. "You really are complicated, Dave Collins, but I think you're worth the effort. I'm going to learn everything about you."
My heart was gripped with fear again. "What if you don't like what you find?" I asked quietly.
He grinned. "Oh, I am sure I will."
He stood up and stretched that beautiful body. "So, where am I sleeping?" he asked.
I stood up beside of him. "Well, I didn't know..."
"If we were going to sleep together?" he finished for me. I just nodded. He grinned again. "Well, as much as I would love to, I think we both know what will happen if we sleep in the same bed. As much as I want it, I think it would be best if we waited until we weren't so emotionally wound up."
I had to concede that he was right. So, I made an offer. "Couch or bed?"
He smiled. "I'll take the couch."
I immediately protested. "No, you're a guest, and you've done so much already. I'll sleep out here, no problem."
He laughed. God, I loved that sound already. "No way, I am not going to deprive you of your bed. Give in, dude, I won't budge."
Lord, could I see that. I gave in. I got him some sheets, a blanket, and one of my pillows. I started in on the if-you-need-anything-wake-me-up speech when he pulled of his shirt. I stopped in mid- syllable at the sight of that marvelous body. James turned and grinned again. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Okay, then... I guess I'll go to bed. I'll leave the door open if you need something, " I said. I didn't realize how that could be taken until he cracked up. I shook my head. "Pervert," I told him, which only made him laugh more.
"Only on the good days," he said. James walked over to me and hugged me again, then gave me a tender kiss. "Good night," he whispered.
"Night," I whispered back. I walked into my room and took my clothes off and got into bed, thinking all the while, I am falling hard.
End of Part II