Log One

I’d thrown that guy so many hints. I mean, I’d stayed with him for three hours while he studied every day this month, talked with him, stayed over at his house and watched dumb documentaries. That was all the kid ever did. He was the ‘thirst for knowledge’ type and I mean this guy was always, always thirsty. I just wished it were for something else. Something else like, say, me.

I would walk around and get the books he needed, put them down and take the ones he was finished with back. I would lean over his shoulder and watch his black eyes scan over the small black words behind his glasses. I would prop my chin up on his golden hair until he told me it was too heavy and smile and laugh and look pretty. Why he couldn’t catch my hints, I didn’t even know. It’s not like I was trying to be sneaky and clever. Perhaps it was because he thought I was straight. Or perhaps he’d never been flirted with and didn’t know how to catch it. He was always in here, after all.

But, I was going to change that today. It’d been long enough for this sap. I’d spent enough time being his little librarian, now the nerd was going to pay me back. Not that I didn’t enjoy running around for him. So that night when we went back to his apartment and popped in one of those boring documentaries about ancient Egypt, I sat as close as I could and made it look like I fell, laying right on his lap. He didn’t pay attention. He just put his hand on my cheek to make sure I didn’t get in his way.

I frowned. Obviously I wasn’t getting across. I’m not hopelessly horny, but I did need my fix once and a while. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loyal. Stubbornly loyal. Notoriously loyal. Er, anyway…

I grabbed his hand and kissed it, eliciting absolutely no response except for a small flicker in his eyes that might have been the lights from the television. I kissed it again, licking the tip of his thumb. Still nothing, but I wasn’t about to give up yet. He’d be hard to break through only because he was the kind of kid who was too scatterbrained and erudite to notice something like an invitation.

I occupied myself with sucking on every one of his long fingers, but that wasn’t enough to drag his attention away from facts. I sat in his lap, facing him, grabbing his angular face with my fingers, but he just moved his head to look over my shoulder. “Dean,” I whispered and he didn’t answer. I ducked my head into his neck and kissed him, smelled his faint cologne and sucked on the skin, but he still was too absorbed to feel it. I swear, this kid went to another world sometimes. “Dean.”

“Huni, er, Andre?” but he wasn’t paying any sort of attention. He was merely responding to make me shut up. For Christ’ sake, he called me Huni! That was it. Last straw.

I picked up the remote and turned the television off. It took him a moment to realize what happened, the black screen both confusing him and jarring him out of his absorption mode. “Hey!” he yelled, reaching for the remote. With a small grin, I put it up above my head and pushed down on his shoulder. Poor little kid couldn’t reach it. I did stand about a foot taller. “Andre! Come on! I’ve got a test coming up!”

“In a week and you already have this stupid movie memorized. Plus with the time you put in at the library, you’ve got the test aced. Stop worrying so much about your grades you dork,” I laughed, throwing the remote to the other end of the couch and pinning his scrawny arms against the wall. I put my nose right on his, but his cheeks flushed with anger, not with embarrassment or realization or anything like that.

“Andre! I need to watch that! That stuff is going to be on the test and I need to pass,” he whined, looking at the remote desperately and then at me with contempt.

“Believe me, Dean. You’re going to pass that test with flying colors. Now stop struggling.” He opened his mouth to say something, but I pressed one of my fingers to his mouth and grinned. Then his eyes widened and he lost that indignant flush. I released his hands and put one of them on my hips, removing my silencing finger from his mouth and replacing it with my lips. He lurched in surprise and squeezed my waist, pushed off the floor with his feet and trying to turn his face. I let him go just so I could hear what he was going to say.

But he didn’t say anything, just stared at me and then closed his eyes and took off his glasses, putting them on the table next to him. He smiled bashfully and slipped his hand under my shirt, feeling my skin and then my shoulder blades, touching my neck and pushing me back down into the kiss.

We lay on the couch and teased the other out of their clothes. For some bookworm, he was pretty good at turning me on. Not that he was doing it on purpose, but the way his cheeks colored and his mouth formed so clumsily with mine, fingers tangling in my hair and suppressed smiles were only a few of his unconscious temperature raisers. I laughed when he tapped his fingers on my bronze thigh and I laughed when he nervously reached in between. He was such a virgin.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes… wait, for what?” He looked up at me anxiously as I reached down and grabbed my pants, pulling out a small, inconspicuous container of lubricant. His lips pursed, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t accuse me of having these intentions from day one like I thought he would and he didn’t call me a pervert for carrying it around in my jeans all day. When I touched him, he squealed and fidgeted, gripped my shoulder and pushed me back. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little,” I responded, stroking his silky hair and kissing his cheek as I slowly pushed my way in. He bit his tongue and screamed, fingers digging into my bones painfully. “Okay,” I said, looking down at him and smiling. I was all the way inside, waiting for him to get used to it. He glared up at me.

“Maybe a little?” he groaned, covering his face. “You’re a liar.”

He didn’t make a whole lot of noise for the rest of the time. Actually, he was extremely quiet. It was unnerving to say the least. The quiet ones were hard to figure out. Were they enjoying themselves or just waiting for you to finish up? Were they having fun or were they bored out of their mines? At least Dean gave me small clues when he peeped through his fingers and stared at me with an expression that couldn’t be debated.

It wasn’t until I was finished and started working on him that he unzipped his lips. He was already pretty much maxed out, but in that two minutes that I consumed pleasuring him, he made the most noise I’d heard him make all month.

I put myself gently on top of him, smiling and satiated and he held me close and tight, kissing my ear and temple lovingly. It felt so nice to have him paying attention to me after so many weeks of playing servant and I let him kiss me until he was tired. Then I lifted myself up and looked down at him. “I love you Dean.”

“Oh… is that so?” he chuckled tensely, eyes turning away. “I thought this was just one of those things on your to-do list.” His eyes narrowed and his smile sagged, but he brought me back down and stroked my dark hair. It felt so nice.

“I don’t have a to-do list,” I mumbled, smiling against his chest. “I’m cold.”

“Get a blanket,” he said quietly. I grinned, sitting up on his stomach and rubbing his swollen lips with my thumb. I told him to stay put and then jumped up, much to his embarrassment, and strolled casually to the bedroom, tugging off the first blanket and wrapping myself up in it. When I got back he had curled into a ball and closed his eyes, pale skin shining and sapped of warmth while my own darkened self stood comfortable in a nice fleece blanket.

“Dean,” I said quietly, rubbing his brow and kissing the corner of his mouth. “Move over.”

He shuffled over slightly and looked at me cautiously. “Are we sleeping together?” he asked tentatively and I laugh so hard my throat ached.

“Is it going to kill you if I say yes?” I chuckled and he shook his head, slowly drawing his legs down as I crawled in next to him. “I wasn’t joking when I said I loved you.”

“I, uh, I figured you weren’t lying,” he stumbled and I felt my stomach shrink.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.” But it wasn’t. He sighed and made himself comfortable, taking deep breaths and blowing them out slowly. He didn’t say anything, just fell asleep and I figured I might as well do the same thing.