Something about Steve
Cody Samuels
Literally.naked@gmail.com
Introduction: Hey guys! Sorry for the seemingly long delay in releasing the 5th chapter of Something about Steve. But I've finally gotten back to it, I just didn't get a chance to work on this story since I get sidetracked often. Mostly with University I guess! Right well here we go! What is Steve going to.
About myself: So I've mentioned that I'm never in one place at any given time, probably because I'm always at University one day and then another day, just whisked off somewhere, like at a photography studio, or a workshop, or back in a computer lab. This might give you a couple of guesses as to what my big hobby might be.
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WARNING: May Contain Scenes of a sexual nature. But you already knew that didn't you? Stay safe- really... Use a condom
Something about Steve - 5
Shit... I could feel my chest swelling thirty times. And whilst it pumped to other major organs, I felt light headed and tried to stop myself from being all emotional. I felt the water cloud my sight and then next thing I knew, I was crying freely. They came and got me from the Library...
I had to stop the crying. If I sniffed, It could mean waking them up.
I didn't want to bother the guys who could potentially be replacing my father as the most important men in my life.
I grabbed the washcloth, draped it over my face and yawned. It made me feel good now that I realized they didn't set a trap for me. Or do anything else for that matter. Maybe I had over reacted, slightly, well OK, a little more than that... but then again, when guys establish a rapport like that, and are sportsmen- it kind of makes you worry...
But I guess these two were different. It made me wonder- were they different in the same way that I was different? Perhaps...
No, I shouldn't even begin to entertain that idea. I started to stretch, and arched my back, only to have Steve nuzzle hard into me. My morning wood, still as hard and stiff as it was earlier, was in no doubt due to Steve. Steve... Steve Calla-fucking-han... if only he was gay...
"Ugh... Dude, stop trying to give me a blow job through my boxers" I said hoarsely...
"Why?" Steve said, sounding almost like he'd been up all night... My cock jumped...
"Afraid you'd like it?"
I looked at him and blinked, trying to process what he had just said. Did Steve just say what I think he just said? I felt my face heat up. I didn't feel especially sharp today, and my mind playing tricks on me was the last thing I needed whilst I was in a bed with two of the closest guys I'd ever been with was for my mind to be playing tricks on me.
Steve tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention and I didn't hear him the first time round and I was still in wonderland, wondering why I was worried. And then I heard him clearer-
"Jake, cmon buddy you awake there?"
He shook my hip and I felt the heat on my face radiate. "I'm awake."
"Good! Because I've been waiting for this one to get off my colon], been waiting to take a fucking piss" Lucas harped. It made me laugh. I guess the warmth in my chest wasn't just love and affection but a soft thawing of the ice that had covered it. We shuffled around to get Steve off Lucas, and then I sat up, looking at the window, and then looking at the boxes, shoes, pads and other paraphernalia that Steve had under his bed, out and exposed.
I turned and looked to see him curling up slightly with his hands between his legs, Covering his raging happiness. I had to look at myself tented and then chuckled. I wondered when I'd suddenly become fearless about my insecurities. If I hid, then I would never be able to be as close to Steve as I was now. But I had to break myself, exhaust myself until I could no longer control it and let Steve come and rescue me.
And there was Lucas, whom despite all my efforts to try to get to Steve, Had always been there to catch me at my lowest point, or when I would fall and look stupid like the first attempt to be at the Evening Philosophy lecture I tried to take. It wasn't fun feeling that low. But As Lucas left for the toilet, I looked at him and he at me- the colossal man with a cheerfulness beaming through his eyes.
He sat next to me and put a hand over my shoulder and nuzzled the side of my shoulder. "So Jake. How are you feeling?" He asked affectionately nuzzling the size of my jaw. The hairs on my neck stood end and I felt a little light headed. But I still managed to get out a response. "I'm feeling better now thanks Luke.."
He laughed and I looked at him oddly. "No one's called me that in a while." he laughed and then explained to me how he prided himself on being called by his full name rather than an abbreviation because he felt it would make him seem more smarter amongst people rather than appearing like a dumb jock.
"No I don't think you look like a jock to be honest. I think you look like you could suffocate people just by hugging them into that big chest of yours". Steve burst into laughter and dug his face into the sheets. A comfortable silence fell amongst us and I felt comfortable for a Saturday. Until Lucas broke out the question I was trying to avoid in the first place. I felt my stomach crunch before he'd even taken the breath to say the first word. I panicked and Steve shot up and put a hand on my shoulder.
I could feel my face burn and Lucas softened his tone. "So. Jacob Hawes, you didn't answer my question before during lunch."
I scratched my head and I felt panic set in. I didn't want to say anything, and the boys could tell it was having an effect on me. "Jake, it's ok. We won't hurt you. Promise" Steve said, poking his pinky out and hooking it. The Pinky promise. The most scared of promises before the Oath you take at the Alter and the Oath you swear to the law. I saw it waving dangerously in the air and some compulsion within me reached out with my own and locked it into place.
"Ok" confirmation within my heart and my mind that I would be giving my trust to him like a mother would hand her newborn child to the midwife. Lucas reached over and touched my shoulder once more, and then looked me squarely in the eyes. "Would you like to answer that question?"
I felt his eyes boring through mine and the heat was intense. I felt safe with him and there wasn't anything else he could do or make me feel any more safer. "I don't really know how else to put it" I could feel myself stammering away. My nerves were shot, and fear of outing myself kept getting to me reaching out and tampering with nightmares I shouldn't be tampering with.
In the end Steve stopped me by putting his finger on my lips and hushing me. "I know... Lucas knows.. And I think you know we are too.." I felt a sigh of relief before I double took and nearly died of a heart attack. "Wait what did you just say?"
Steve looked at me with sincere eyes and I smiled at me. Fuck that smile of his. It seemed to break any form of fear I had coalescing over my shoulders like the weight of the world on Atlas' shoulders being lifted. "Yeah you heard me. Me and Lucas bat for the same team.. If you know what I mean."
Lucas laughed and punched Steve's arm. Steve rubbed his arm feigning pain. "Yeah I get that you both play for the same team as me. I get that but what does this have to do with me?" They looked quizzically at one another before they got the hint that I didn't know anything. And they were right. I was completely clueless about what was going on. I thought that since the beginning of the semester, that Steve was the "Big Man on Campus" with all his jock friends, (even though he had said he wasn't that kind of person and that he studied his way into the scholarship) and Lucas was of the same breed as well. And because of this stereotype that I had so wrongly put both of them in: I thought that they were straight.
And that was it, I think from then on, when I saw all the signs that lead that to be the case, I let a part of myself- the young, naive and romantic Jacob Hawes die. And any chance of even entertaining a possible bloom in friendship and even more with him. But with the recent things that had been going on: The sleepless nights where myself or Steve would be inadvertently be in each others sexual dreams, to not seeing each other for the entire day- had made me wonder. If anything, my baser instincts where screaming. Screaming at me and telling me "He's Avoiding you because he likes you!" and good old Trust paranoia had to get in the way and crush the hope down. God- I'm my own worst enemy. I'm such an ass to myself.
"Well" Steve said, gingerly scratching his head as he said this. His arms seemed to magnify double in the morning light and I felt my heart burn. His face, his smile- Damnit for making him so handsome.
"You see,... I think I owe you an explanation as to why I've not been around the entire time."
It was as if he had been reading my thought trail through my face. "You're not difficult to read. Some might say you're easier to read than a standard Philosophy text book" Lucas jokingly put. "How did you guys know I was thinking that?"
"Well" Steve's eyes wondered away, not sure where to look as he said this. "To put it bluntly. I have a thing for English Boys with Brown hair that look like they should be on a magazine cover and yet have the most down to earth attitude you could possible get" Again, my mind was a blank and I wasn't sure where to put it.
At this point Lucas got up, and picked up his clothes. "I'll leave you to alone for a bit, catch you guys for lunch?" Lucas winked and then opened the door, not fazed by the fact that he was walking out in just his black tight underwear. A couple of girls gave a small yelp as he greeted them and then giggled, giving wolf whistles and cat calls at him. "God that guy...Hot as hell don't you think?" Steve whispered into my ear. My hairs stood on end and I felt his hands wrap around my body.
I hadn't been held like that before. And for Steve to just come brazenly and do this made me hard in an instant. "Jake...Can I call you Jake?" he whispered. Husky and deep. I swallowed and rasped out a small "Yeah".
"That's good... See the reason why I kept disappearing every night, was because of you. When you stumbled in, I thought you were going to be the geekiest guy I'd ever met. But actually when you stood up, you were... Just hot. Seriously hot..." He nuzzled his face onto the crook of my neck and I felt my body tensed and then slack.
"Why?" I didn't get what he was seeing. Whenever I looked at the mirror I saw a plain old boring English boy who read and wrote books. "You just were... Everything about you was right... Your hair..." His hands rubbing through my hair, made me limp along the spine. "Your smell" he breathed in, and I felt the cold of his breathe before he exhaled and I grew harder... and wetter from under my pants. "Your smile... your voice...Everything was perfect."
He pulled himself away and then Sat next to me. "I hadn't fallen for anyone before...I mean I messed around with my best friend and a neighbor but that was it. I was kinda looking for a serious relationship with someone I could love."
He put his hand on top of mine and I twined my fingers to his. "And was I what you were looking for?" I asked, not sure where I was going with this. I wanted to just jump on Steve and kiss him till I lost breath...but part of me was still afraid this was all a prank. Something horrible to play on... I had to let the paranoia go, he was opening up to me and it would be worst thing in the world to ignore the man I could possibly be falling in love with when he was about to open up to me.
"Yeah"... he breathed a heavy sigh, and without a thought into it, I pulled his hand over my shoulder, and pulled him into a kiss. When Our lips touched it, my heart raced fast,, my body rigid with excitement and loose with content. The touch of his skin on mine, it set met on fire. I furrowed my brow from the sheer realization that Steve was on top of me, and I was kissing him. His soft lips caressing mine, stealing small kisses and then long languid ones where the moisture would linger for ages and the sensations stretched my sense of time.
I even felt his hard dick pressing into my hip...And my hand reaching to the small of his back and pulling him in- Grinding his body onto mine, desperate for his touch, his strong manly frame, the sinews of muscles, the gentility of his touch, his hands working down my stomach. The sensation of falling and heat danced along my skin and his fingertips. Each touch made my hairs stick on end and soft moans escaping my lips or my throat.
Steve responded as I fondled feebly at the band of his boxers, fingering away at the cleft of his crack before sliding my hands, finger first into his boxers and along his crack.
He stopped kissing me for a moment and then ground his ass against my fingers. I could feel the dribble leaking from two place as he groaned- from my mouth and from my dick.
"Steve"
"Jake?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Jake... "
"Yeah?"
"Me too..." he kissed me with a fierce fire, and each kiss he took a breath and fired the words "I love you Jacob" with his hot breath.
Oh god! This was well and truly anticipated! I am so sorry for the delay!
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Cody