Thanks to the people who suggested a follow up. I began thinking about how the story could continue and came up with a lot.
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I rang the bell. My finger almost missed it from how much I had begun to tremble. Part of it came from the draft that was running through the hallway of that cold building. I get nervous when I'm cold; or vice versa.
Nothing happened. I couldn't even hear the sounds of someone rushing to open the door. Maybe he didn't hear it. He could be in the bathroom, or watching TV, or listening to music. Honestly, I didn't really know what Janek did in his free time. I could barely remember him right. He had, in my mind, been transformed into an almost unreal idealization of the boy that, just a little over a month ago, I'd had my first homosexual encounter with.
I rang again. It was an unsettling sound in the deserted corridor. It was so silent I feared one of the neighbors could think it was their bell instead.
Then I heard something. A human sound. A nasal sound, a snicker. My eyes drifted to the peephole in the door. I looked at it for five seconds straight. A cackle came from inside.
"Open up, stupid!"
Snorts, snickers, giggles. A month seemed to simply fade away. This was Janek's apartment all right, and he was right on the other side of that door. It opened, and I saw his face again. My heart leapt in suppressed, guilty joy, which is the best kind. I didn't want to show it. I didn't even smile. Instead, I pushed him.
"How long were you going to keep me waiting, tonto?
He was wearing a red t shirt, baggy jeans and sandals with no socks.
"I'm sorry. It was just too fun to stare at your face."
He stretched out his arm and let it drop at once.
"My home. Be welcome."
It smelled just like a foreign home does. Different kitchen smells from yours. Different cleaning products. Different occupants. Plenty of kids' smells here. Clara's books rested on a large, see-through shelf right in front of the entrance, serving as a division for the small office behind it, where the computer was. It made the place kind of dark, but very cozy at the same time. There was lots of red all over, in the carpet, the paintings, even incidentally on many of the books.
I turned in my spot, looking around. I didn't know what to do, how to start. I veered towards the books. Very old stuff, books that dated back to the sixties. A very high-minded collection. The authors of Clara's preference. Clara, Janek's mom. Janek, who was right behind me.
"What do you think?"
"I think it looks amazing", I said truthfully. "It looks like you've been living here forever."
He chuckled.
"I know, right? You wouldn't believe how insane it was to get the furniture up here. Most of the stuff wouldn't even fit in the elevator. My mom had to ask the neighbors to help, we had to develop this really crazy system with ropes and polls to pull the stuff up. It was pretty cool."
The image popped into my mind of Janek in dirty work clothes, wiping the sweat off his forehead, trying to pull a table through the window with his thin, pale arms. For some reason, wearing yellow.
"I told my mom we should have called you to help. You know, you and your parents. But she said no, that it would have been too much of a bother."
"It would have", I said, checking a book's back cover. He nudged my head aside. I advanced on him, threateningly, measuring my big frame against his. He put resistance with his arms, which I grabbed and pinned to the wall, a little too aggressively. My lust was beyond evident. Janek looked at me surprised. I couldn't wait to feel his back against my face again. I hadn't masturbated for over a week just for this. There I was, fully aware of my actions, using my full intelligence to do something I didn't plan on ever telling anyone about.
"In my room. Let's go."
I followed him down a short, dark corridor onto a trifurcation of rooms, but when we got into his, there was plenty of light. His window faced the main street below, and the buildings and mountains beyond. It was a bright and clear morning. It wasn't even eleven yet.
"What's with the books?" I asked. There was a pile of thick, pristine books on his bed.
"Chemistry, Math, History. The usual stuff. We went to the school yesterday, we bought them there. It's just like I remembered it. They still have those swings by the parking lot."
"So, what class will you be in?"
"C. I tried to get into yours, A, but it was too full."
"Eh, we'll have Gym together."
"Oh, hurray. Gym."
"Hey, there'll be swimming there. Plenty of naked guys for you to admire."
"Oh, shut up."
He walked towards me and put his hands on my belt. So it began. He pulled at me, dragging me across the room and toward his bed. As he walked, he loosened the buckle with confidence, his head slightly tilted sideways.
"You looking for something there?" I asked.
"Yeah, like you didn't almost rape me by the door just now."
He laid me down on the bed, and climbed on top of me.
"There's this thing I've been dreaming of doing to you. Don't move."
"Is it dirty?"
He bent over me so that we were nose to nose, then licked my lips in a vertical line.
"I've been dying to do that", he chuckled.
"Is that it? What else do you want to do? Your time is almost up."
"Oh, you'll be staying here for a while, gorgeous."
"Gorgeous?" I couldn't believe he had called me that.
"Well, you are. You, my friend Gregor, are hot as fuck."
"What's with the language?"
"You bring it out of me."
"I like the polite Janek better."
"Oooh, you like me. How sweet of you to say. Say it again."
"Fuck you."
"Oh, if you're lucky."
"What time do they come home?"
"Six."
The conversation had gotten more hushed with each sentence. As if there was any need to be silent.
"What else do you want to do to me?"
"Tons. I want to... smell you. So I won't forget what your smell, ever."
He sniffed my neck, tickling me.
"Did you forget?"
"Almost. It's very simple, sweat and cologne, but... I don't know. I can't find that smell anywhere else."
"Maybe it's the cologne."
"No. Actually... it's your breath. I don't know, it's that, plus your hair, plus the stuff you wear... It's the whole package."
"The Gregor package."
"The Gregor package..." He grabbed my bulge.
Kissing him tasted just like I remembered. It was the same feeling, too, the same mental process. Weird at first, too weird, wrong even – until the first "smooch". It just sounded so good. A kiss that sounded like that deserved to exist.
Just as I was about to get up and begin the process that would put me back-to-chest with him and my dick in his butt, he got off me and moved to the foot of the bed. As I moved towards him, he stopped me with his foot on my chest.
"Hold on."
"What?"
"Hold on, just stay there."
"What, why?"
"Just stay there." He took off his jeans, exposing the smooth legs I loved so much.
"What do you mean? What are you doing?"
"Be quiet, okay? Just stay there. Stay there for a second."
He began trying to unbutton my jeans with his feet. I laughed.
"Come on, you have got to be kidding me."
"I'm not."
"You really have a foot thing, don't you?"
"I love watching my feet. Love watching them do stuff. Don't know why, I think they're my best trait."
"Modest."
"Honest."
He somehow managed it fairly quickly. I moved my hips to help him get them off. Once they were off, he ran his foot through my bulge, and proceeded to work the boxers, pulling them down with his toes. There it was, my penis, stiff and throbbing, waiting for him to do whatever it was he had in mind. He did this thing of putting one foot behind it and rubbing it with the sole of other one. He did it gently so as not to hurt me.
"This is what you fantasize of doing to me?"
"Yep."
"In this bed, I take it?"
"In this very bed. Every night, I get down on all fours and jerk it off to you."
His technique worked just fine. I had actually begun to sway to the motion of the feet.
"What else is there after this?" I asked, breathing labouredly.
"We'll see. Maybe something, maybe nothing."
"Yeah, that'd be a lot more convincing if your cock weren't almost ripping out of your briefs."
I stopped talking. The orgasm was coming.
"This is what I wanted. This, your face, just like that."
I couldn't reply. I just saw the cum shoot upwards and fall all over his feet and my thighs. Only when it was over did I realize my arms, which had been supporting me, were hurting. I laid back and felt him crawl back on top of me. We filled the room with the loud echo of smooches.
...
He was lying on top of me, massaging my bare back and shoulders.
"You sure you don't want to yet?"
"Oh, I'm sure. It'll be even better after I've waited."
His hard cock poked at my lower back through his briefs. Every now and then he would slide his hips forward, letting it rub against me. I could even feel the faint moisture through the fabric.
I was so comfortable that I was beginning to doze off. Janek would at times lean closer to me and kiss my back. It was unbelievably pleasant.
"Do you want to eat anything?"
"Hm, what do you have?"
"Plenty of fruit. My mom and I just went to the market yesterday."
"Got any... mango?"
"No. Come on, it's not mango season. We got apples, pears, a watermelon..."
"Hm-hm."
"What?"
"Whatever you want."
"Ooh, we also got grapes!"
"Hm-hm."
"Hm-hm what? Grapes?"
"Hm-hm."
And like that, I fell asleep.
...
I woke up with the mid-day sun on my face, without my t-shirt and a little sweaty. Janek was still on the bed, eating grapes and leaning against the wall, writing something down.
"Sorry", I said. I hadn't come to his house to waste his time.
"Sorry for what?"
"Well, mainly, for falling asleep. And also because I drooled over your pillow a bit."
"Oh, that pillow has seen its fair share of bodily fluids."
"Ew!"
He laughed.
"What are you writing?" I asked with a still drowsy voice.
"None of your business" he said joyfully.
"Is it about me?"
"No."
"Yeah, right."
"What do you think it could be, if it were about you."
"Oh, so-rry. I thought it could be. Arrogant bitch."
"No, no, seriously. I want to know."
"I dunno. A poem?"
He studied my expression.
"A poem. Do you think I write poems?"
"Dunno. Do you?"
"No, just tell me what you think."
"Why?"
"'Cause I want to know. I want to know what you think of me."
"Well, you like to read. Therefore... you probably like to write."
"Do I look like a poet?"
I squinted.
"You kind of do. The wimpy, really gay kind."
"Oh, how you flatter."
I looked at my watch.
"Whoa. It's one."
"Yep. You slept for over an hour."
He put his pad aside, got up from the bed and came to kneel on the floor by my side.
"And that cock of yours remained hard all the time throughout."
Back to business. I loved how unexpected he always made it.
"What, you felt it?"
"Sure did."
"You felt my dick while I was asleep? I'm outraged."
He laughed. Very, very sweetly.
"So, should we, uh, resume your schedule? What's next?"
He didn't answer. He took a condom out of his bedside drawer, moved toward my midsection and began to pull down my boxers. Janek put the condom on it, and in the space of less than ten seconds my cock was back at full power, itself awakened as well.
"Wait, wait", I said just before he put it in his mouth. I sat up on the bed, facing him, and pulled down my boxers to ankle level. It was something we hadn't done yet. It was one of the fantasies that had popped into my mind after he told me one, just one week earlier, that he wanted me to come over. And surely enough, it was just as I had imagined. Janek gave me one of the most thorough blowjobs I'd ever had. It was so slow, and yet so powerful. He particularly loved the tip, which he would swirl with his tongue over and over. Just when I thought I was about to finish, he would slow down to run his lips over the side, and I would be left with this unbearable, urging feeling that would make me lean my pelvis forward and grab onto the sides of the bed so I wouldn't fall.
Then something took over me, and I found myself getting down from the bed, onto the floor next to him, and turning him around none too delicately.
"Goddamit... you drive me crazy", I said as I pulled down his briefs, reacquainting my cock with the feel of his cold, peach-like buttocks.
"Are you ready?" I sounded almost feral. "Tell me you're ready. Tell me. This is it, eh?"
My mouth was all over his neck. It wasn't kissing; it was more vampiresque than that.
With his head turned sideways at me, he said simply "Yes, do it."
I entered him with the utmost of ease, and with my arms around his waist, I began to thrust. His frame, holding itself against the edge of the bed, shook with each pounding. How I wished I could see his face. How I hungered for his saliva on my mouth.
The bed began to pound noisily against the wall. But we could make all the noise we wanted... or so we thought.
Knock knock knock.
We stopped cold. I panted heavily against his back as he cleared his voice and asked in the most innocent-yet-breathless of tones "Yes?"
"Janek?"
"Yes... yeah, who is it?"
"It's Marlene. Are you exercising?"
Janek turned his head back to me and mouthed "The housekeeper". I laughed in his neck, and resumed, silently, my fucking him. He slapped at me from the front, but he had a smile on his face as he answered "Yes, I'm doing pushups. Everything's allright, Marlene."
I pulled his t-shirt over his head, thus leaving us both completely in the nude.
"Okay. I'll be in the kitchen."
And she left.
"You forgot about her?" I asked breathlessly.
"I did", he answered, just as.
"You little idiot."
"Shut up, just... just keep going."
"With someone else on the apartment? You're a sick one."
"How is it different... from the time at the... beach house?"
"It was night then" I said.
"Sshh, don't... don't talk so loud. Ahh. Hmmm..."
"God, you drive me insane..."
"Shut up... Sush... ahh... aaahh..."
The sweat from my chest and his back slid around our sides. My breath bounced off his skin and back into my nose; the smell that made me so irresistible. My immortalizing factor, just like the smell of his hair on my face was what immortalized him for me.
We couldn't help it. The bed pounded loudly again as we orgasmed simultaneously, a move that took at least seven mighty final thrusts. I moaned against his back; he, against the quilt. When it was finished, we listened intently. Nothing, aside from our own heavy breathing. Only the radio from the kitchen.
I turned him around and kissed him hungrily on the mouth, feeling as our cocks bumped clumsily into each other. Then I moved down, toward his chest and nipples. I had never been there. Another fantasy of mine from the past week. I licked and kissed and bit to my heart's content.
He gave me one last kiss, then got up.
"Stay here. Don't go out, don't make any sound. I'm going to the kitchen to greet her, and when I tell you, you go out the door."
He got dressed surprisingly fast. Before he exited, he put his hands around my neck and kissed me one more time, long and soft.
"Bye. I'll see you in school."
The plan worked just fine. As I stepped out into the corridor, I wondered how long would it be until my next time there.
But I walked out onto the street a happy guy, with the joint I had taken to help us break the ice intact in my pocket.