Standing Next to Perfection

Standing next to perfection By MJ oinkerz@mindless.com

This story is a work of fiction, and I would advise anyone not to regard it as anything other than that. I made up every character, and any similarities are merely a coincidence. If it's illegal for you to be reading this (and you will know if it is), then please do what's right.

Damn, it was a hot day. Standing in front of the constantly flashing lights didn't really help. What did help a bit though, was standing in front of those lights, on that very warm day, wearing almost nothing at all. I was wearing a pair of white running shorts, without any underwear. I knew that not wearing any underwear would make the photos hotter than they would be if I did wear undies, and as I had a reputation to keep up, I did what was necessary.

I felt the sweat start to stream down my back, and I knew that it was time for a break. Before I could say anything though, the photographer said that we had more enough to select from, so I was free to go. Seeing as leaving would mean that I would have to get dressed again and walk all the way to my car, which was most probably an oven on wheels by that time, I wasn't exactly too keen on leaving just yet. I had merely wanted to go get some water or something.

I walked around with my third bottle of water a few minutes later, watching as some of the other models did their various poses for the calendar. Some of the guys were good looking, but others were not anything much. Most of the guys had really average faces, and the only thing that made up for their lack of attractiveness was their well-defined abs, or arms, or whatever they worked on most. They all seemed to be the same. They had almost the same poses, expressions, and attitudes. There wasn't anything special about one of them – or at least, not any of the ones I had seen up until the last model I saw.

I had no idea who this guy was. I had met most of the other guys. I knew there were two guys who were new to the business starting today (lucky bastards. I never had such a big break. They should be very thankful), but I didn't bother to find out who they were. Seeing this guy though, I was starting to think that I might have to.

Even now, it's hard to explain exactly what it was that caught my attention. There was just something about him. He held himself with confident while he was waiting for the photo to be taken, but as soon as he had to change his position that confidence would instantly disappear. He became very shy, and he seemed genuinely awestruck with what was happening. He really seemed to not be able to grasp that he was standing there, modelling for photos which would appear in a calendar which would be seen by millions of people. That attribute was something I didn't really know anymore. I know that I had felt like that when I had started out, but it's not something I see very often, if at all. Most of the models are so full of themselves, and they think that it is their right to be in front of that camera. They feel that people should be honoured to be in their presence.

I couldn't understand why this guy was like this though. He had absolutely nothing that could be criticized. He was beautiful. He had the most beautiful face I had seen on a man. He had obviously not shaved for a day or two, because he had the perfect amount of stubble on his face. His body was well defined. He had very dark – almost black – hair, green-grey eyes, a small patch of hair on his chest, and a nice treasure trail leading to a package which seemed very nice in those tight shorts he was wearing. He had the most amazing legs. He had to be a runner, or a cyclist or something, because his legs were gorgeous. He shaved his legs, which made every muscle visible. Whenever he moved you could see the movement of the muscles moving underneath his skin clearly. I found myself staring at him, at the perfection that was this young man, and being unable to take my eyes off of him, no matter how hard I tried.

I knew that I had to get to know him. I had to have this guy in my life, because if I didn't, my world would never be right.

I was surprised with how few shots they took of him. They must only have taken about 50 when they said they were done with him. Usually they take an average of about 200. I had done about 150 today before I was done. But I had to admit, this dude really was a natural. I can't think that any one of the photos they took of him came out badly.

He thanked the photographer and walked toward the refreshment table. I realized that I was running low on water, so I drained the last bit from the bottle and walked over to the table too. I got there before him, which was good. I didn't want him to think I had followed him there. He reached the table just as I unscrewed the new water bottle and took a swig. He took a bottle of water for himself, and drained almost the entire thing in one gulp. Strangely, this turned me on to no end. He put the empty bottle down on the table and took another. He drank about half of that, before turning to look me in the eye.

"I know that models are supposed to be looked at, and I've accepted that, but it does make me uncomfortable when someone stands there and stared at me like... well, I don't know what that look was, exactly. I just know it's not normal. Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you in any way? If I did, I'm sorry." His voice was perfect. I couldn't have imagined a better voice to go with his body. Was there anything that wasn't perfect about him? It was strange to see how quickly he went from being defensive to being apologetic. He had done absolutely nothing wrong, yet he thought he had.

I had to make him feel better. I couldn't stand him being anxious around me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare, and I definitely don't want you to be uncomfortable. I just couldn't help myself. Once I laid my eyes on you, I couldn't take them away. You didn't do anything wrong. If anyone did anything wrong, I did. Please forgive me."

He looked taken aback. I don't think he expected me to speak so gently. The other models would've been harsh with their words, and they would never apologize for anything. He looked at me for a moment before speaking.

"Uh, yeah, of course. I mean, no harm done, right?" he said.

"No, none at all. Are you done for the day?" I asked, feeling confident, yet nervous as well.

"I believe I am," he replied.

"Cool. Do you wanna go get something to eat? I'm starving and I don't like eating alone."

I could see from his expression that he wasn't very sure, but I couldn't let him think about it too much. I couldn't risk him saying no. I didn't know if I would see him again, and that made my stomach twist into knots.

"It's on me, of course. Consider it a means of starting over. You seem like a very cool guy, and I think we could be good friends. I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot." I might have overdone it, but I was desperate. I couldn't understand myself. I had never been like this before. I was very relieved to see him smile.

"Okay, if you really want to, then I can't see why not."

"Great! Let's go." I started walking to the door when I felt a warm hand on my arm.

"Don't you think we should get dressed first?" he asked. I looked down at him, and thought that I wouldn't mind if he didn't get dressed, but I knew I should pull myself together.

"Of course. I wasn't thinking." We walked back to the dressing room and put our clothes back on.

I took him to a restaurant close by where I knew it would be quiet at that time of day. I wasn't disappointed, because when we walked in there were about 3 other people.

We took a table which was relatively far away from the other people, and the music was playing loudly enough that we could speak at normal volume without being overheard. The waiter took our order, and left us alone.

"So, I just realized that I don't even know your name," I said.

"Oh, right. I'm Nate."

"And my name is Kyle. Pleased to meet you Nate."

"Pleased to meet you too, Kyle."

"So, tell me about yourself." He smiled to himself when I said this, and I wondered why.

"I hate when people ask that," he said. "I never know what they want to know."

"I'm sorry. I guess I want to know anything you'd like to tell me, if that helps at all."

"Not really, but I guess I could find something to say," he said, smiling again. "Well, I'm 19 years old. I'm an only child. I'm in my first year of university. I'm not really into sports. My favourite colour is blue. I like to play video games. I like to read sometimes. I love the Twilight books, even though some people think it's lame." He stopped talking, and I felt a twinge of disappointment that the music of his voice was gone.

"Well, I don't think it's lame. I think it's awesome. I couldn't put those books down, and the movies almost lived up to my expectations, which is much more than I can say of some other movies."

"Yeah, I agree with that. So what about you?" he asked.

"Me? I am 22 years old. I have a twin brother, but he lives in Australia. He is currently doing his honours in medicine. I decided to stop university after I got my degree, because I wanted to pursue modelling a bit. My favourite colour is also blue, and I love playing video games in my spare time."

"That's awesome. Which types of games do you like?"

"I'm into adventure type stuff, like Tomb Raider. I also love games like Resident Evil, GTA, Batman: Arkham Asylum, and stuff like that. How about you?"

"Well, um, it's like you took the games I like and named them for me. I guess we have that in common."

"Yeah, seems like it."

I was thrilled to see that we had almost everything in common. We were into the same things, we hated similar stuff, and we both were very comfortable around one another. We even found out that we lived almost around the corner from one another.

"So where are you off to now? I asked when I dropped him off at his car, back at the studio.

"I dunno. Probably back to the hotel I'm staying at for the weekend. How about you?"

"Well, I have an apartment close to here. I bought it for when I have a job here. Have you booked into your hotel yet?"

"No, I came straight here from the airport. I'm going to book in now."

"Well, why don't you come stay over at my place? I have an open couch which is very comfy, and it would save you the money from the hotel. We'd also both have some company."

He thought about it for a moment before speaking. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm absolutely positive. It would be a pleasure to have you." I replied.

"Well, that would be wonderful then, thanks."

I smiled at him, glad that he didn't reject.

He followed me in his car. I made us some coffee when we got to the apartment, and we started playing some video games. We didn't play for very long though, because soon we started talking again, and that was more interesting than the game.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.

"No, I don't. I haven't really had one since fourth grade. How about you? A handsome guy like you has to have a whole line of lovely ladies waiting to get to you."

"Actually, I'm not exactly into girls." I said, regretting it as soon as the words left my mouth.

He was quiet for a moment. "I can't say I'm surprised. Straight guys wouldn't stare at me like you did."

"I guess you're right. I hope that doesn't bother you though. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"No, I'm not. I know a few gay people. It's cool. But I do have a question."

"Shoot."

"Was the lunch today, like, a date?" he asked. I didn't exactly know how to reply, so I took a minute to respond.

"Well, I don't know. I didn't think of it that way, so unless you want it to have been, I guess not."

He didn't respond. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I realized that he was waiting for me to say something. I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing that came to mind.

"What do you want it to have been?"

"I'm not sure. I never thought of myself as gay, but I can't say that I don't want it to have been a date. I think that if I were to go out with a guy, then it would be you."

I was very taken aback by his forwardness. I didn't expect that from him.

"So, we had our first date then. Would you like to go out on another?" I asked, feeling very nervous. I didn't like feeling this way, but at the same time it brought forth an excitement that I have completely forgotten. The feeling of bright possibilities.

"Well, I suppose we could classify this as a second date, if you want."

"I'm definitely not objecting. But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way."

"I'll tell you if I do, but for now let's just enjoy each other's company."

I nodded my agreement and we talked again about random stuff. It was the same as before, except that the atmosphere had changed. I kept finding myself staring at him, and he kept looking away shyly whenever he noticed.

After some time he went to the bathroom, and I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, thinking. I was sitting with my hands over my face, still thinking when he came back into the room. I didn't hear him, I just felt my hands being moved from my face, and then I felt his lips brush against mine. I opened my eyes as he pulled away. He was sitting on my lap, looking into my eyes.

"I realized that we haven't even kissed yet, and we're already on our second date. I'm not really an expert, but I thought we should fix that."

I smiled up at him, and then pulled his face back to mine and kissed him gently. He kissed back, mimicking me. After a few moment I started to slowly get more aggressive. I licked his lips, and he parted them for my tongue to enter. Before I knew it we were making out quite fiercely. We had somehow got down on the couch, with me on my back and him lying on top of me, making out with me like I had never made out with anyone before.

I slowly moved my hand down his body as we made out, feeling every muscle under his skin. Feeling every groove his abs made. Feeling the heat of his body. Feeling my way to his belt, and slowly starting to undo it. Needless to say, it was very disappointing when he moved my hand away, and pulled out of the kiss to look into my eyes.

"Sorry Kyle, but that's not going to happen. Making out isn't really a major thing, but I'm not giving it up for nothing."

"So, what'll it cost me to get it?" I asked teasingly. A look of pure horror crossed his face.

"Shit, I didn't mean to make myself sound like a whore. I just meant that it'll take more than 2 dates and having a lot in common to get into my pants."

"I know what you meant, I was just teasing. But what is it you want though?"

"I want to know that it won't be a one-night-stand. I want to feel loved before, during and after. I want to know that the person I'm giving myself to wants me for more than sex."

"So, basically you want us to go steady?"

"Yeah, I suppose so. At least for a while until I make sure that it's what we both want."

"Well, I didn't think I'd say this so soon, but I really want that too. I want it with you."

"Then I guess that means you're officially mine. Just know this: I'm going to be possessive, so don't you dare even look at anyone else." He said this with a smile, but I instinctively knew that he was serious.

"Nate, why would I want to look at anyone else? Nobody could ever be as beautiful as you are."

He blushed the darkest shade of red I had ever seen, and I couldn't help but smile as he buried his head into my chest. I could feel his warmth there, and I felt completely at ease like that. It was as though we were meant to be like that. It wasn't weird at all to have this person who I had met mere hours ago being this close to me. I felt like I knew him completely, as he did me, and that we just had to remember everything about one another.

I stroked his hair, and he let out a sign of contentment.

"I just realized something," I said.

"Yeah? What's that?" He asked without moving.

"You said that you're not giving it up. Does that mean that you're still a virgin?"

I could feel him trying to hide his face more, and then there was silence before he spoke.

"Yes, I am still a virgin, in all respects. You're actually the first person I've ever made out with."

I was in stunned silence for a moment before I replied. "Are you serious? You've never even kissed anyone else? But you seemed like you knew exactly what you were doing."

"Well, I've read a lot about it online. There are a surprisingly large amount of guides online on how to make out. I'm glad you think that I wasn't too bad. I was a bit worried about it."

"Baby, you were amazing at it. It was the most intense kiss I've ever had. I was really disappointed that it stopped."

"Well, that can be fixed." He leaned down and we kissed again. I could feel his excitement in the kiss this time, and it only made me more enthusiastic.

The next thing I knew it was morning, and he was lying on top of me still. He was fast asleep. Our lips were still connected. His one arm was lying on my chest, and his other arm was hanging off the side of the couch. He was breathing heavily, and each time he breathed out I could feel the warmth on my face.

I really didn't want to bother him, but I seriously needed to go take a leak. As gently as I could I moved out from under him and went to the bathroom. I came back and checked my phone to find a message saying that I needed to be back at the studio today for some group shots. They had mentioned that they might need us to do group photos, because they were considering doing a few different versions of the calendar. I put down the phone and looked over to find Nate still sleeping as soundly as he had when I had woken up. I decided to make him some breakfast.

I guess the smell of the food must have woken him up, because I was just finishing up the food when he walked into the kitchen, looking gorgeous without his shirt. I couldn't remember when our shirts had come off, I just remember noticing that they were gone and being extremely happy about that fact.

"Morning," Nate said as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Damn, I don't think I've ever slept that well in my entire life. I slept like a bear in winter. How about you?"

"I slept very well, thank you. I didn't know that having someone sleep on top of me was what I needed to sleep well."

"In that case, I'm very glad that my presence helped." We smiled at each other, and he sat down on my lap and grabbed a pancake and started to cover it with whipped cream and syrup (yet another thing we had in common).

He took a bite of his pancake and I had to giggle a bit. His mouth was covered in whipped cream. He knew what I was laughing at, and instead of wiping it away he leaned his face to mine and I licked it off before kissing him again. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was definitely not the kiss you would give your mother.

He pulled away and fed me bits of pancake. He had obviously decided that it would be much less messy to break of small pieces to eat instead of just biting from the whole thing.

I couldn't believe how close and comfortable we had become with each other in less than a day. It felt like we had been dating for months, at the very least.

"Have you checked your phone yet?" I asked him.

"Yeah, just before I came looking for you. I got a message saying that I need to go in for group photos."

"I got that one too. I hope they put us together."

"Yeah, I think that would be great. Though anyone would be lucky to be in a photo with someone as hot as you."

"Stop teasing. Nobody is as hot as you, and I think that if anybody looked at a picture with you in it, they wouldn't even notice anyone else. I don't think even straight guys would be able to miss the beauty there."

"You're just trying to make me feel good," he said, blushing.

"No, I'm not. Maybe you don't notice it, but I definitely saw how the other guys were looking at you when we left the studio yesterday. Even those stuck up pricks couldn't deny that you're spectacular."

He blushed again, and I smiled widely as I placed a hand against his cheek and looked into his eyes.

We finished our breakfast and went to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Turn around please," he said when he was about to take off his underwear to replace them with fresh ones.

"Why? We're dating now, so I should at least get to see everything I've written up for."

"No, I told you that you're gonna have to be patient. You can see me up to my underwear, because there are many photos of me in only undies. You're going to struggle to find the nude photos of me, so you'll have to wait until I think you're ready."

"Oh, baby, I'm more than ready."

"I'll be the judge of that."

"Wait, so there are nude pics of you?" I asked.

"I have posed for some, yes. It was a friend of mine who is into photography, and I felt comfortable to test myself in those types of photos with him. He is the only person other than myself who has those photos, and he would never let them get out."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because when he first approached me with the idea I was sceptical, and he said he'd sign an agreement to state that he would never release them. If I ever want them out for the public to see, I would have to be the one to release them."

"Oh, so if he didn't to use the photos for anything, why did he want to take them?"

"He wanted to try something new. He takes photos as a hobby. He works as an architect, so he doesn't need to make a living off photos."

"Oh, well I'll have to get my hands on those photos one way or another."

"That's not going to happen. Now while you try to come up with a plan that'll only fail, turn around so I can get dressed."

I turned and finished getting dressed. Multiple plans were already forming in my head. The first one I could already try out. It wasn't a brilliant plan, but it was definitely worth a try.

I pulled down my dirty underwear and turned around. He was already pulling his pants up when I turned. He finished zipping up his shorts and buttoning it up, and looked up. I could see his jaw drop when he saw me standing before him stark naked.

"So, now that I've shown you mine, you have to show me yours," I said.

He was quicker than I expected, because I had barely stopped talking when he replied: "I never asked to see yours, so if you want to be a man slut and flash your junk then it's your problem. I'm assuming you didn't really expect this plan to work, or did you?"

"No, I can't really say I did. But there's no harm in trying, is there?"

"I suppose not. Now I'll just have the satisfaction of knowing how you look, while you will be in torture about not knowing what I've got."

I realized that he was right. I didn't really think this through. Fuck, and there came the torture."

We arrived at the studio with just enough time to get some water before we found out what the plans were. If the other models weren't gay, they expected most of the others to be, so I had no problem showing affection for Nate. I held his hand, and softly kissed his neck whenever I thought he wouldn't expect it. Whenever I did this, I saw the looks on everyone who noticed, and I was surprised to see looks of jealous hatred on one or two faces. Obviously they wanted to be where I was, and they hated me for being there. Of course, I really enjoyed it. They were such dicks, that their displeasure was really nice to see.

I was really happy to find that they had decided to put me with Nate. Not to brag or anything, but they said that they thought the two best looking guys should be together. They also said that since I had been in the business longer than most of the others, I would be able to show Nate a thing or two. I highly doubted that, but I didn't say anything that could make them change their minds.

The photo shoot went really well. I learned from Nate more than he did from me. I learned that it shouldn't be work to look good in front of the camera. If you don't look good enough, then you wouldn't be there in the first place. Just have fun with it. That's exactly what I did. Nate and I worked really well together. We were really in sync. When he moved, I moved with him, and vice versa. It seemed that no matter what we did, the poses were amazing. I knew that there would be really amazing photos coming from that day's work.

They said that we were done with the entire job, and thanked us for the amazing photos. Nate and I went out for some lunch before going back to my apartment to pack up our stuff. We were on the same plane, so we would be going home together.

I drove behind him as we went to return our rental cars, and then we went to wait for our flight. We boarded the plane, and I was surprised to see that Nate had a ticket for coach while I was in first class. I asked the flight attendant, and I was able to pay some extra to get him into first class with me. He didn't want me to pay that for him, saying that he could pay for himself, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.

We got to our seats, and it was obvious instantly that Nate had never been in first class. He tried to hide it, but the wonder in his eyes was there.

"So, why don't you fly first class?" I asked.

"Well, for a few reasons I suppose." When I waited, he sighed and explained. "Since I'm on my own, with only the money I got from my parents' death and the money I make from modelling, I really think that I should work wisely with my money. It's not that I can't afford it, but I don't want to waste money on things that are unnecessary. I don't mind flying coach, so why pay so much more when I don't mind the cheaper option?"

"I suppose you have a point. But you never mentioned your parents being dead."

"Oh yeah. It happened about 3 years ago. It was just after my 16th birthday, so at least I got that with them. After that they wanted to send me to live with someone, but I managed to get emancipation or something. I had gotten all of my parents' stuff, so I sold the house and everything else, and bought myself a small house and car, and put the rest into accounts and stuff and have lived off the interests ever since. It pays all my bills, food, university and everything else I need. I model for fun, more than anything else. I enjoy it."

"I'm so very sorry. I had no idea." I said, feeling very sad.

"It's okay. I've learned to live with it. It's part of life, and I know that the lives my parents lived got them into a much better place, so it's not really bad. I mean, it's sad to not have them there, but they are in a good place."

"At least you have me now," I said.

His smile made my insides warm up again. "Yeah, that's very true."

"So where is the house you bought?"

"It's close to your place actually, if I heard your description right. I'll show it to you. I could have bought myself a mansion in LA if I wanted to, but I didn't think it was necessary. Like I said, I try not to waste my money."

I was taken aback at that. "Please don't think I'm rude or anything, but how much did you get from their deaths?"

He smiled a sly smile. "Well, the money alone was about 1.2 billion, and the money I got from selling the house and cars, and all of my parents' collection of antiques, art, cars, houses, and all sorts of stuff they had collected over the years brought it up to about 2 billion, more or less."

I was stunned beyond words. He waited patiently for me to regain my composure, slightly smiling the entire time.

"2 billion?" I asked. Brilliant reaction, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. That was then. Now it's probably around 2.5, because I only live off the interest, and since that alone is much more than I need, I put the rest into the bank as well. I'm not sure exactly how much it is now though. I'm giving you estimates here."

"Why are you so careful to spend if you have that much money?"

"I don't know. I guess I just think it's silly to spend more than necessary."

"So don't you splurge on anything?"

"Of course I do. When the first iPhone came out, I bought that long before anyone else could get their hands on it, as I do with every one that comes out. I've actually got the latest model still in the box at home, but I haven't opened it yet. I also always have the best computers and gaming systems, and I have just about every game ever made."

"At least that's something. I was starting to think that you never did anything for yourself."

He smiled, and I was very happy that he didn't seem offended by me asking him these questions. If anything, he seemed happy to have someone to talk to about it.

"So this is my car," I said when we reached my car in the parking lot of the airport. I loved my car. I had a dark blue Mazda CX-7. It's an SUV, and it's beautiful. The looks I get from people on the road sometimes are really gratifying.

"Wow, that's a beautiful car," he said.

"Thanks. So where's yours?" I asked.

"Right there," he said, pointing a few cars down. I could feel my jaw drop again. He had an brand new BMW M3 in silver. I walked over to it, and without thinking stroked all along the length of it.

"You like it?" He asked.

"I sure do. Fuck, this car is amazing. I thought you said you bought a cheap car."

"No, I said I bought a cheap house, and a car. Meaning: the house was cheap, and I also bought a car. I forgot that earlier. I also splurge on a new car once or twice a year."

"Well, I'm starting to wonder how your place must look, seeing as how you downplayed everything else."

"Would you like to come over to my place to see?" he asked.

"I would love that. But let's go to my place first to unpack my stuff, and then we'll go to your place."

"Cool. Maybe you should pack some clothes to wear tomorrow."

I smiled and ran over to my car and told him to follow me.

His car must have been custom-built. Being inside it as he drove from my place to his I noticed that everything seemed different to what I had seen in those cars before. It was absolutely, without a doubt, the coolest thing I had ever seen (well, up to that point).

We arrived at his house, and I had to say I was just the tiniest bit disappointed after my expectations. Don't get me wrong, it was very nice. He had gotten some people to do the landscaping to look like a rainforest or something. But the house really wasn't huge. He had gotten a nice little house, which from outside would seem large enough to accommodate no more than a few people per night.

He opened the door and held it open for me, and I realized again that I was right to expect large things from Nate. The house inside was beautiful. It had an antique feel to it, with a bit of a modern twist. It was all done very carefully, which made it just a perfect mix. One element worked perfectly with the next, and no one thing drew more attention than the next. That made it quite hard to decide where to look. The house was very open, with windows letting light in from every side of the rooms, and there were thick curtains hanging in front of the windows that kept the light out completely.

All in all, I thought it was perfect. I would want my house to look like this, though when I had thought about how I would like to decorate my place this had never come to any of my ideas. I would never be able to come up with such brilliance.

All the while Nate was standing behind me, waiting for me to say something.

"This is amazing," I finally managed.

"I'm glad you think so."

"How did you manage this?"

"I had a wonderful interior decorator that my mother had used fly over to do this for me. It's a way for me to remember my parents without it being too overwhelming. I wanted it to represent me, after all."

"You can definitely say that it was a job well done. This is beyond words."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were walking into your own newly furnished home."

"Well, I sort of am, aren't I? Since we're dating now, I'll hopefully be spending quite a lot of time here."

"I guess that's true. I was just teasing anyway, I like that you like it. I want you to feel at home here, with me."

I didn't say anything. I just closed the small distance between us and pulled him close to me. I kissed him softly, but it seemed that he wanted some aggression. We kissed with a passionate enthusiasm, and I loved every single minute.

He pulled away and led me to the bedroom by my hand. I got even more excited, hoping that the bedroom meant big things. I was wrong, of course. Whenever my hand travelled below his belt, he would sigh and I would try to hide what I was about to do by bringing my hand up and letting it travel underneath his shirt and feel the texture of his skin, and the planes of his muscles.

I had to admit that even though I really wanted to see him naked at the very least, all of the sex I had had in my entire life up to that point didn't even come close to how good it felt to kiss him. I think it was all in my head though, but even if that was true, I was still very glad that I could have that intense pleasure from just kissing. I wondered how sex would be with him, if this was how making out was. It would have to be magic; out of this world.

Thinking about that made me extremely curious, but I knew that I would just have to be patient. He was trying to protect himself. He wanted to make sure that I really wanted him for who he was, and not for what he has. He wanted to be loved unconditionally, and I could understand that perfectly. I had been wanting the exact same thing for so long. I smiled ever wider when I realized that we had both been waiting for each other.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I loved having him there with me. I knew it was going to be very difficult to sleep alone again after sleeping so blissfully and soundly in his arms. I silently hoped that somehow I would never have to.

To be continued...

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I want to point out that I am trying to create a series of stories here, and not just one or two chapters where the characters get sex instantly and then everything is all over.