Standing next to perfection 2 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.
Even though I was groggy when I woke, I was instantly anxious. Something wasn't right. It took me only a moment to realize what the problem was. I had rolled over, and then found myself alone in the bed. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was 4:47. It was still pitch black outside. I wondered why Nate was up so early.
I got up and walked out of the bedroom. I walked into the kitchen a moment later, and found it empty. Strange, usually when one wakes up alone in bed the other person is in the kitchen, getting a snack or something. At least, that's how it seems in the movies.
The kitchen light was the only one shining in the house, so I didn't really know where to look for him. I wandered around the house, hoping to catch some hint of life. The only sign I got was the sound of his voice when he called me back into the study as I was backing out after briefly scanning the dark room.
I was about to turn on the light when I felt his hand on mine, stopping my search for the light switch. I moved to him, and from what I could tell he was sitting on top of a bookshelf against the wall, so I went to stand between his legs and lay my head against his chest. He pulled me closer to him, and stroked his hand across my hair. It was such a soothing action, and I could feel my eyelids drooping. I had to work to pull my thoughts back together. I stood up again and took his hand. Without ever saying a word I pulled him with me back to the bedroom. We got into bed, and I curled up as he curled up with his chest against my back. He put his arm around me, and I was asleep before he had stopped moving.
When I woke up again it was much more peacefully. He was still there, and we were still in the same position we had been in before. I turned and saw his beautiful eyes looking into mine. He smiled at me, and I smiled widely back. He stared into my eyes, so I reached over and pulled his face to mine and kissed him.
"Well, this is a good morning, isn't it?" he said. "That's a great way to wake up."
"Yeah, I agree with that. Why weren't you in bed earlier though?"
"Oh I just couldn't sleep, and I had a lot on my mind. I've always been able to think more clearly in the study. My father always said that being surrounded by books was liberating for the mind. It makes you feel smarter when you don't feel it."
"I guess that sort of makes sense."
He smiled. "It made more sense when he said it. I'm not doing him justice." The smile on his face then seemed to fade the tiniest bit, but then he looked at me and he smiled wider than before. "Would you like some breakfast?" he asked.
"That would be great, thank you." I said. We got up and walked to the kitchen, where he got some bacon and stuff to start making breakfast, but I stopped him by saying that cereal was fine.
Something was wrong, and I didn't know what it was. I knew that I shouldn't ask. I didn't think that he wouldn't want me to know if something was bothering him, it was more that I felt that he would come to me if he wanted to talk.
We talked about random things as we ate. We still had a lot of things to learn about each other. We had only been dating for a little less than a week by then, so there was still sides of him I didn't know.
I had been staying at his place almost every night this past week. I had slept at home on Monday because he had an early class on Tuesday and didn't want to bother me when he got ready. We saw each other every day though, because we wanted to see each other to make sure we weren't dreaming.
I was very glad that he only had class on Mondays to Wednesdays, which meant that we could hang out on Thursdays and Fridays, as well as the weekends. Of course, he had work to do for school, so whenever he needed to work I would sit next to him and read one of the hundreds of books in his personal library. It seemed like he really liked reading. Well, either that or he got very lonely. I knew that if he wanted he would never have to be alone, because nobody would be able to resist his charm. Even if they didn't want to be `together' or anything, his personality was still so brilliant that he would make for an amazing friend.
"So it's Thursday. What would you like to do today?" I asked.
"Well, I actually already have plans already," he said, looking at me sheepishly. I couldn't help but feel disappointed at this. I wanted to be with him the weekend, spend some more time together.
"Don't be disappointed, please." He looked caringly into my eyes, and I felt myself stare back into his. If I only had a short time left to look into them, I want to make the most of it.
"I'm not. I just didn't expect it. I should have known you have other things to do. You can't only be with me 24/7."
He smiled, and I felt confused. Maybe I was amusing him.
"I'm sorry. I meant that we already have plans. We're going to Holland. Since I'm on holiday for a few weeks, I thought it would be a great way to spend some quality time together. I made sure that we don't have any jobs soon, and the tickets are already bought. We have to be at the airport in an hour."
"What? When did you do this?"
"Yesterday."
"Are you serious? Well, if you are, then we need to go pack. I don't even know what to take. What's the weather like there now?"
"Just take your duffle bag with the stuff you brought over, and I'll buy everything else we need there."
"I can't let you do that. I can't let you spend all this money on me. It isn't right."
"I want to. I need to. Please, don't fight me on this. I need to know what it feels like to be spontaneous and spend some money on someone I care about. It's not like I'm going to go bankrupt. I just got this month's money, and it's more than enough to move there permanently and start living comfortably."
"Well, if you insist, then I won't say no. But I want to be sure it's really what you want."
"I really do. I would have gone anyway, and it's only going to be so much better with you there to experience it with me."
"Okay, let's get going then."
Obviously Nate had travelled many times before. He packed all the necessities in a travel bag, and I had never seen anyone pack so quickly and neatly. It could only come from practice. He had somehow gotten my passport and everything else we would need, and he had it in his backpack.
We drove to the airport in the Ford Focus ST he had, because he didn't want to leave one of his expensive cars at the airport for that long. I thought to myself that he really should rethink his opinion on `expensive' cars. Some people could live for a year with the money that car must have cost him. As with all of his vehicles, everything was custom, except maybe for the paint colour.
"Shit, what about our visas?" I asked as we were about to board the plane.
"Don't worry about it. I have contacts in all sorts of places. My dad was very well connected, and he had introduced me to most of his friends before he passed away. They are all happy to help with anything I need, though I hardly ever need to ask for anything. I usually wait for everything just like everyone else, so my visa was already sorted out. I had to make a call for yours."
I was awestruck yet again. Was there anything this man couldn't do? And if so, then he would have a way to get it done regardless.
"Oh, well that makes sense," was my brilliant response.
We got onto the plane, and I was surprised to find that we were taken to first class. I had expected to go to coach after our last flight, but I was obviously mistaken.
"I know you like it, so I got these tickets."
"You really are amazing, you know that? You didn't have to do this just for me. I wouldn't have minded coach."
"I didn't think you would, but I wanted to do this with you, and I wanted to go all out."
We didn't talk much after that. I sat in silence thinking about how different this must be for him. He didn't usually fly first class, and there was obviously a reason why he didn't like to ask for something from his parents' old friends. So why was he going to all this trouble for me? Did he maybe feel as strongly for me after this short time of being together as I did for him? I hoped that he did. I guessed I would find out with time.
"So why Holland?" I asked.
"My parents took me to visit some family once, and I absolutely loved it there. I can't tell you what it is, but I just really enjoy the people, and the entire experience. I don't go very often anymore, but I like to go whenever I want to get away and relax."
"So, are we going to see your family there?" I asked.
"No, they don't live there anymore. They moved to New Jersey a few years ago. They wanted to experience the States."
"So where will we be staying?" I asked.
"In hotels. We won't be staying at one place for very long. I want to show you a few things."
I was starting to get excited. It was going to be an amazing experience. I had never been to Holland, and the way he talked about it on the 12 hour flight there made me really excited. I was looking forward to seeing everything he wanted to show me, and to see the magic as he did.
We didn't talk for the duration of the flight, we did stop talking for a while to watch some funny parts of the movie that was playing, or to think about things. When we did talk, I just kept learning more and more about Nate. The more I got to know about him, the more my feelings for him deepened. Even the few qualities he had that would have immediately put me off of someone else seemed to make him even more special to me. It was like he couldn't do anything wrong with me. I could only hope that he felt the same way about me, and that I didn't do anything to make him realize that he could do better than me.
It surprised me when I realized my fears, because only a week ago I had been very confident in myself. I would never have worried about doing something to put someone off. If they didn't like me, then they could go screw themselves. It was very different with Nate, and I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing.
When we arrived at our hotel we got into our room and fell onto the bed, feeling exhausted. We made out for a bit before we got up and got ready for bed. I was lying with my arms open, waiting for him when he finished up, and he crawled into bed with me and turned so his back was against my chest. I pulled him even closer to me as I held him tightly in my arms, and that's exactly how we fell asleep.
We got up the next morning and got dressed before we went down for breakfast. The first thing I noticed when the waiter came to take our order was that there was an obvious language border. They didn't really speak English very well, and preferred to speak in their own language. Nate spoke English to the waiter nonetheless.
"Do they have English in schools here?" I asked when the waiter left.
"No, I don't think so. Maybe in some, but the ones I've heard about from my family don't."
"So how are we going to communicate to those who don't understand English at all?"
"Well, the language they use around here is close enough to Afrikaans that we could communicate with them if we all speak slowly, and are very patient," he replied.
I hadn't even noticed that the native language here was close to the only language I could speak fluently besides English. I must have been too deep in thought. But still, it was my home language after all. I should've been ashamed, but knowing what my distractions were, I wasn't ashamed at all.
We started speaking Afrikaans to the waiter, and it went off better than trying to talk in English. The basics of our language and theirs were more or less the same, but the meanings of certain words were different. Like some words we use often are disgusting swear words to them. It was quite funny to learn these differences though.
The rest of the day was quite busy. We went to all sorts of places I would probably never have gone to if I were there without Nate. I was glad that he showed me these places though, because they were beautiful. There were also usually stories that Nate told me about those places, such as how he had found them, and what they meant to him.
As it was getting close to sunset he took me to another place. It was a small dam with a beach, which was hidden from view by an old abandoned warehouse, and some trees. Once you got past those things, you were rewarded with a sight which would knock your breath away. I had never thought that there were such beautiful places in the world. It was so tranquil. The sun shone brightly into the small clearing, which had many different flowers and other plants growing around between the tall grass, which came up to the small patch of sand which made up the beach by the dam.
The weather was quite warm, so I had been wearing shorts, a T-shirt and flip-flops. I kicked off the flip-flops and walked onto the beach and felt the sand between my toes. I marvelled at the feeling the sand provided, but stopped to do so only for a moment. I walked forward to the water, and felt that the water was a very nice temperature. It wasn't hot, but it definitely wasn't cold. It was perfect. I turned to face Nate, and noticed that he had already started to take off his clothes to take a swim. I walked back to dry ground and followed suit. I was down to my underwear when I stopped. I didn't know how private this spot was, and I also didn't want to go naked if he didn't want to.
I looked over at him again and saw his back, already walking toward the water. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at his perfect butt move as he walked. He didn't look at me until he was up to his waist in the clear water. He motioned for me to join him, so I took off the final piece of clothing I still had on, and slowly walked over to him.
As I entered the water he moved back until he was up to his neck in the water. I swam over to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I pressed my body against his, and I could feel every part of him. I felt his chest, his wonderful abs, his treasure trail, and the piece of flesh between his legs. It felt very good, but since I hadn't seen it yet I couldn't be sure of the size. I was sure that I wouldn't be disappointed when I did see it though.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned forward and kissed him softly. He was very content kissing like that, and we did for about ten minutes. He pulled away and swam deeper into the still water, creating small waves. I swam deeper too, but in a different direction. I swam for some time until I saw something glint at the bottom. It was a very faint glint, but it caught my eye nonetheless. I was no longer at a place where I could stand, so if I were to investigate I would have to swim down to the bottom. I took a deep breath and went down.
The bottom was much closer than I thought it would be. It had seemed quite deep, but it was only about half a meter below my feet. I opened my eyes and looked for something shiny, but I couldn't find it. I used my hands to look but still didn't find anything. I was about to give up when I saw it again, that same glint. I reached out my hand and picked it up before returning to the surface.
Nate was still lounging around in the water about 3 meters away from me. I brought the object in my hand up and examined it. It was a shiny rock which with a hole drilled through it, where a thin brown rope was put through to create a unique necklace. Obviously Nate wasn't the only person to discover this place. Someone who had been swimming here must have lost it.
I swam over to Nate, and came up behind him. He had hardly noticed me when I was done tying the necklace to his neck. I knew the stone wasn't worth much, but it was still beautiful. He took the stone into his hand and examined it for a minute before turning his attention to me. He seemed at a loss for words, so after staring at me for a moment he pulled himself to me and kissed me again, but more fiercely this time.
"Thank you," he said when I finally broke the kiss to get some oxygen into my screaming lungs. I must have forgotten to breath.
"It's only a pleasure. Do you like it?"
"I absolutely love it. It's beautiful. Is this why you were underwater for so long?"
"Yes. I saw something shiny at the bottom, and I wanted to find it. I'm happy that you like it."
"It's wonderful. Thank you."
"Anytime. So, may I ask a question?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"What's changed?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, this morning I wasn't allowed to watch you get dressed, and now you're naked with me in a dam. What brought this on?" I didn't want to ruin anything, but I had to know what I did right so I could keep doing it.
"Just being here, in another country with you, and seeing how happy you are to see everything I've been showing you, and not even complaining once about walking whenever we had to walk. It's just made me realize that even though we've only been dating for a short time – and known each other for about an hour longer than that time – we still are great together. I've never believed that things could be so perfect. In fact, I've always laughed at people who say it happens. I guess I just realized now that we don't have to take it so slowly. You haven't given me one single reason to not trust you."
"Well, I'm glad that you've seen that, because I really do think we're magic together. I forget about everything else when I'm with you, and I can't forget you when I'm away from you. I've never felt like this before, and I'm glad to find that I feel this way about someone as pure, and wonderful as you."
We both smiled widely at each other before we kissed again. It was a different kiss. Somehow, the electricity between us seemed more intense. I was completely lost in the moment, even more than I had ever been before.
I came back to my senses when I realized that my hand was moving down to his cock, and I felt myself take a sharp breath as my fingers closed around it. It was huge. It must have been around 7 inches long, and quite thick, and it was still limp. It hadn't even started to get excited, and I was curious to find out how it would be fully hard. It seemed that I wouldn't have to wait very long though, because it started to get some life at my touch, as if I had reminded him to awaken.
He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he let me slowly stroke him to full erection. Once he was hard I couldn't tell how long it was. I would have to see it to guess. When he was fully hard, I slowly picked up speed as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. It wasn't long until the expression on his face told me that he was close. I kept going, and after a few seconds he threw his head back and let loose. The ropes of his cum floated to the surface and made strange shapes. He kissed me when he was finally done, and I was amazed at the amount of cum that he had let loose. It was really more than I had ever seen anyone cum.
He reached down and took hold of my own cock and started to jack me off, so I relaxed and let him do what he wanted. He must have been psychic, because he knew exactly what I liked. He stroked me like I would stroke myself, but he did things that I had never done, and it only made it better. I couldn't hold on for very long, and I blew my load within 2 minutes. He took his hand off my cock when I was done, and we kissed again.
We got out of the water when it started getting dark, and got dressed before heading back to the hotel for dinner. The food in this country was good. I was just surprised at how different some of the things were, like how the things I eat almost every day at home aren't something they eat at all. I was very weird. And then if I asked for it, they would look at me as if I were crazy or something. The first time I asked someone they actually laughed at me.
After dinner Nate and I decided to do something relaxing after being busy the whole day, so we went up to our room and put on a movie. We snuggled on the big, comfy sofa while we watched some random comedy. It was a good movie, but not anything special that would make me remember it in a few weeks.
Even though we didn't really do anything, it was still an amazing evening. Just being there with Nate in my arms, in a foreign country, made me so happy. I was also happy to know that he felt the same way. If he didn't then he was a very good actor. I had felt his feelings when he told me how he felt at the dam earlier.
The movie was done, and we got up and went to bed. We spooned again, and yet again I knew that there would never be any other way to sleep which would be more comfortable than sleeping with him.
"Tell me about your brother," he asked after a while of us just lying in silence.
"Well, um, what can I say? My twin brother is a genius. He always got the best grades, he always made the smart choices. He is basically good at almost everything he does, because he only does things he knows he can do well. I love him so much. I am very close with him; always have been. He looks a lot like me, his head is just a little bit more square, and his hair is naturally the smallest bit lighter than mine. I think you'd like him, and I know he'd love you."
"When do I get to meet him?" he asked.
"Whenever the next opportunity arises. He might be coming to visit me soon, so I'll try to organize something."
"What does he think about us?"
"Honestly, I haven't spoken to him since we started dating. I've been with you almost all the time, and he's busy with exams."
He seemed taken aback. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"What? No. How could you possibly think that?"
"Why haven't you told him yet?"
"Because I haven't had the chance yet. Have you told anyone yet?" I countered.
"Yes, I have actually. I told my best friend."
I have to admit that I wasn't expecting that. "And what did he say?"
"He's really happy for me. He wanted to meet you, but I said that I wanted to spend some more alone time with you first. I said I'd introduce you after we get back home."
"Oh, I didn't know that. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Just tell your brother soon, please?"
"I'll call him tomorrow, promise. I didn't mean to offend you in any way. Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not. I'm just confused about it."
"I'll tell him, I swear. Just don't be upset."
He nodded and I could see him relax.
"So is that the same friend who took those naked pictures of you?" I asked after a while.
"No, it isn't. It's another friend. Why, do you still want to get those pictures?"
"I won't say no," I replied.
"But why do you want them? You can see it for yourself now. Unless you want us to go back to PG13?"
"No, I just want something to look at when you're not around."
"Which is almost never."
"You go to class. And what about when you get a job and I don't? You'll be gone then for work."
"I'll quit modelling if you want."
"No! You can't do that. You're far too glorious to deprive others of having something worthwhile to look at. People will hate me for stealing you from them."
"I highly doubt that. But okay, I won't stop modelling."
"Good. I'll just have to get those pictures to help me through those rough times."
"You could always just use your memories."
"But they might not be as good as those photos."
He shook his head and sighed, mock-glaring at me.
"Let's just get some sleep," he said.
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
I stretched my arms before wrapping them around him again. When I put my arm around him again, my hand came to rest on his stomach. I waited a few minutes before allowing my hand to slowly move down his treasure trail to rest on his crotch. He took a heavy breath, and so did I. After that long day, it wasn't long before we fell asleep.
To be continued...
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