I hope this disasterous night together cheers you up ^_^
~ Roxy
We did not strip down that that night, which was probably a mistake on Ethan’s part. His clothes were wet in the first place.
“What a great way to spend Valentine’s Day,” I thought to myself.
Sleeping on an old gym mattress, shivering under an ratty blanket with a wet German boy in my school’s basement.
The mattress shakes suddenly, and I turn around.
“Christ,” I mutter.
He’s shivering and gasping, eyes tightly closed.
“Can you stop shivering? It’s shaking the mattress. I can’t sleep.”
He just takes a deep, sudden breath and… and then it hits me. I slide my hand under his shirt, and start to pull it off.
“What--- what the fuck are you doing?” he gasps.
What the fuck AM I doing? Damn it. Maybe I should explain. I don’t routinely undress straight boys on Valentine’s day.
“Hold still. I’m not raping you.” I inform him courteously.
I opened my mouth to explain further, but then he goes stiff.
Fuck.
I can see the headline now---Janitor Finds Student and Dead Half-Naked German Boy in School Basement.
I look down at Ethan. Even in this crappy light I can see the color’s fading from his face. I grab his hand and feel his pulse, but it’s so weak that there was nothing else I could do except when I knew needed to be done. Think what you want about that.
I pulled off his wet jeans, shoes, and socks. Occasionally I brushed against his skin, and then it was hard to breath. I wanted to rub my hands all over it, lick it, kiss it--- but then I remember it’s Ethan. The Ethan I can’t stand, who I’m only rescuing so that the janitor
won’t find a dead guy in the basement tomorrow. And… admittedly I feel a little guilty that he ended up here tromping around in the rain looking for me.
“Okay, don’t panic.” I tell him, but I’m actually assuring myself as I shakily lay down next to him, “I’m just going to warm you up so you don’t die, nothing else.”
He’s naked now, except for his underwear.
Boxer-briefs, who knew?
If he dies, it would be only too creepy to know that at the moment I had nothing better to think about what underwear he was wearing. So, I look away and modestly and pull the blanket over both of us, sealing out as much of the cold as I can.
I strip off my clothes, too, putting them over his body and in any place of the blanket that has some cold air leaking in. It’s warmer now under the blanket, almost comfortable. Ethan’s breathing is even out, and I relax a little at the sound.
“You won’t be so relaxed when you wake up with me for Valentine’s Day,” I think to myself, settling in beside him.
I wrap my warms around his waist and pull his naked chest close to mine. We’re both naked now, except for my boxers and his boxer-briefs. I’m so glad I’m wearing boxers… they hide things a lot better than briefs. My hands slide to his rounded ass, but I quickly pull them back up to the small of his back. What am I doing? I’m a pervert, but I’m a nice pervert.
The truth is I never laid in bed with another guy like this before. The feeling you get when you lay with a guy the first time is underrated and overwhelming, and I don’t know how to hold him. If I loved him, I wouldn’t take advantage of him. But it’s not that easy when you’re that close to someone. Especially when I can hear the air fill his lungs, smell the shampoo he uses. I can feel his skin warm up under my fingers… I can almost taste it.
Damn it Ethan, why did it have to be you?
I push a leg between his, and put my head in the crook of his neck. I don’t care if he beats the crap out of me when he wakes up… it’s a chance I’m willing to take.
The truth is, I’ve had a crush on him since freshman year. The year we could talk and I told him all kinds of things I never told anyone. That year he still greeted me back and didn’t avoid me in the halls. That changed sophomore year, when he joined the swim team. Suddenly he had new friends, and I didn’t matter anymore. First we stopped hanging out outside of school, then he wouldn’t eat lunch with me anymore, and finally he stopped greeting me after he noticed Tiffany.
But that doesn’t change a damn thing about this crush. That’s the problem with crushes; they don’t make sense.
I hear him exhale softly, and his warm breath tickles my cheek. I open my eyes to look at him…
Before I think about it, I have his face in my hands and my tongue in his mouth. I’m biting his lower lip, tasting him for all he’s worth. Suddenly, I feel his tongue rub back against mine. I gasp and pull away in the nick of time, closing my eyes and pretending to sleep. Then I just lay there, my heart pounding so hard I think it’s going to explode. I listen tensely for every movement he makes, and when he’s quiet, I let myself drift off to sleep.
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