Disclaimer; This is a story about characters from the television show Vampire Diaries. It is a work of fiction and the author does not claim any knowledge about the private lives of actors appearing in the show, also this story implies nothing about their sexuality. I do not own these characters, adapted for television by produced and created by Kevin Williamson, and is loosely based on the series of novels by L. J. Smith. It is produced by Outerbanks Entertainment, Alloy Entertainment, CBS Television Studios and Warner Bros. Television.
Note from Author; This story contains sexual situations and if you're under age or are offended by homo-erotic works, you should probably stop reading now. If you're not, continue reading and please comment. I'll be delighted to hear your opinions and suggestions about it at phunkfactor@gmail.com . Happy reading! :)
Stefan Salvatore looked around in the room. It was a good thing Elena had invited him inside. Being a vampire, it's not possible for him to enter houses where he's not welcomed. This was a protective mechanism by nature for humans against the likes of his elder brother, Damon Salvatore.
Elena had told him to wait in the living room while she prepared something for them to eat. She wasn't aware of his secret yet, and he was in no mood to reveal it. He was spending time in Mystic Falls, Virginia for a reason. He wanted to get to Elena better, if she was who he was thinking then everybody is in for a rude awakening. If not, then he has hope to love someone once again. All these thoughts were running all around in Damon head while Elena was shuffling in the kitchen. Damon got up to help her.
"Stefan! We don't have any Vanilla Essence!", Elena announced.
"You want me to get some from the store?", Stefan asked strolling into the kitchen.
"No!", Elena asked looking around. "I'll run and go get it!"
"At least let me come along!", Stefan requested.
"You're my guest! So you stay at home! It won't take me more than 30 minutes!", Elena replied back as she picked up her purse and darted out off the door. "Make yourself at home! There is soda in the fridge! And don't eat anything!"
Stefan agreed though he wasn't entirely comfortable with it. But now that Elena had gone, he could do a little snooping in Elena's room. Possibly discover something that would give him a better idea about Ms. Gilbert. Too fast for a human eye to detect, Stefan phased into Elena's room and began shuffling through her stuff.
Nothing except the stuff you would expect in a teenage girl's room. Clothes, make up, magazines, romance novels, school books, pictures etc etc. There is nothing in here that would ring the alarm in Stefan's head.
Stefan relaxed, his worst fear was just in his head. Then he heard someone singing, not very well, but loud enough to carry into Elena's room. Stefan peeked out from the corner and saw Elena's little brother, Jeremy, standing naked in the hallway. He seemed unaware of Stefan's presence as he was singing Madonna's 'Revolver' rather loudly. He wouldn't dare sing that in public, Stefan thought to himself.
Stefan's eyes strolled down and were mesmerized by those glorious dimpled ass cheeks. And everytime Jeremy gyrated and humped, they looked even more sexy. While it was no doubt that Elena was an extremely beautiful girl. It was also a rather glaring fact that her brother was a extremely sexy boy. Stefan felt his cock come to complete hardness. Stefan thought of going forward and making a move, but just then Jeremy disappeared into the bathroom door.
Stefan sighed in relief and returned to the living room. Though he was physically there, his mind was in the bathroom. His cock was still hard and driving him completely crazy. He expired in frustration checking his watch. Only ten minutes had passed and still no sign of Elena. Stefan decided it would be safe to take a plunge. It was only for a moment of pleasure. Stefan got up and started walking towards the bathroom.
Taking in a huge volume of air, he twisted the lock and stepped in. He took off his shirt as he watched Jeremy soap his back. And just a second later, Stefan stood naked right outside the shower. As he stepped in, Jeremy felt somebody's presence and turned around. "Hey, what the hell?! Get out of here! I'm not gay!", he protested.
"I'm not gay either!", Stefan suggested. "But I think you need some help with your back! May I?"