What I Like About Texas - Chapter 2: Walking After Midnight
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"Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream , I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream"
"Manic Monday" - `The Bangles'
Well it wasn't Valentino I was "kissin" in the middle of my dream. No offense to old Rudy, I mean he was a good looking guy, like 100 years ago - but being seriously dead, well he just doesn't do it for me. It was Jason Goodwin, I was kissing by the crystal bluew waters of his parent's pool. Jason, or "Jay", was a 14 year old, 5'7", 155 lb, brown-haired, green-eyed, package of terminal cuteness and personality all wrapped up into the jock of my dreams. We both played on the JV lacrosse and soccer teams, and being "jockier" than me - he also played football. I had the biggest crush on him since he transferred to my school back in 7th grade - but back to that later.
So, yeah, we were kissing by the crystal blue waters of the pool, quick, light playful kisses alternating with deep slow kissing that made me feel like I was a part of him. I looked up into his green eyes, now aqua, in the reflected light of the pool. He ran a single finger down my jawline before playfully "booping" me on the nose. "Cut it out," I half giggled/half-hissed under my breath. Normally, I liked his playful side, but tonight was not one of those times. He leaned in to kiss me, I thought, he "booped" me again, "Jay come on, stop," I whined (pretty sad I know, but I also knew that he liked it, lol). He didn't say anything, but booped me again, this time his fingernail catching the edge of my nose, this time for some reason, it felt more real, than it had before.
I slowly opened my eyes, a blurry oval filling my sight, slowly shaping up to be the very round, very furry, and very blue face of a cat with green eyes - softly swatting my nose with its paw. What a cool looking cat I thought as I began to drift back to Jason and maybe a few hours more sleep...wait a second, I don't own a cat - what the fuck - I HATE cats.
My eyes instantly shot open, I saw the ceiling above me before turning my head towards the left - books, posters, a USMC logo hanging on the wall - definitely not my room. My eyes continue to check out the room - desk, iMac computer - a nice one too, chair with baseball uniform shirt tossed across it, some cleats under the chair, my clothes laying across baseball shirt - "OK, uhm, so no clue where I am...and totally naked", I add as I catch sight of my boxer briefs dangling sluttily from the corner of a desk chair.
"Boop", the cat goes again, catching my attention. I turn to the right, the fluffy whiteness of a pillow being hugged tightly by a well-muscled, well-tanned arm taking up my field of vision. "Oh yeah" I whisper softly to no one in particular, as I remember going home with this cute blond guy. I shift my body to face towards him, as I do, a dull ache from my ass registers in my mind, as I begin to remember what we did last night..."Oh HELL yeah", I think to myself, as I think of how the sleeping beauty before me was balls deep in me only a few hours before.
"FUCK", I don't remember his name - which, if I am honest, is pretty standard. I am bad with names at the best of times, let alone the morning after a hook up. I usually try find out a guys name by looking for his ID or something with his name on it -- Colton, that's his name (I found a financial aid appointment card on the nightstand). My new friend murmus softly as he shifts position, his face coming into view - clean cut, all-American, the jawline, and slight scruff on his cheeks, keeps him from slipping over the line into "pretty", but damn was he a beauty. So innocent looking, laying there asleep, earlier that same innocent face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes locked with mine as thrust himself into me, filling my tight ass, my legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper into me. The sounds of his balls slapping against me and our combined moans filled the room for the second or third time since we had gotten back to his place. His lips forming shapes as his voice low and husky, growled out obscenities - as he completely filling me with his manhood - Damn... But I'll get back to that.
Like I said, I headed out to see what San Antonio had to offer, completely confident that I would find someone to help me put thoughts of Diego out of my mind.
I passed through a few clubs - saw some cuties, and got felt up a few times, talked to a few guys, but no one really caught my attention. I ended up in this dance club called HEAT, nothing on the scale of Miami, but still a good club. I paid my cover and walked in, the bass notes of Tiesto's "Element's of Life" breaking over me as I walked past a speaker - whoever was spinning had some excellent taste I thought to myself. I made a leisurely round of the club - just slow enough that I could get a good look at everyone, and let them get a good look at me. Most of the guys were early 20s -30s, ranging from cute to total hotness - definitely more my scene. I stopped off at one the bars near the dance floor. "What can I get ya'", the bartender asks, smiling at me, "Hey there, can I get a Hendrick's and tonic please?" I ask. "A gin man, nice" the bartender jokes back, "Name's Neal", the bartender says as he hands me my drink and extends his hand", "Thank's I'm Cristian, nice to meet you" I say - totally positive that he hears this all the time. For the record, Neal is about 6'4" 220 lbs, brownish hair and couldn't tell his eye color (I found out later they were dark blue - but that is another story) - his black shirt was pretty much painted onto him, the way it hugged his body left no doubt as to the musculature that lay beneath. I said thanks again and walked towards the dance floor as Neal took care of other customers.
The DJ transitioned to Benny Benassi's "California Dreamin'" and I started to dance by myself - no shame. Fuck it, I've always believed that if you don't have the guts to get up and dance with yourself and make people notice you - well you deserve to dance alone. I danced, feeling relaxed as the gin kicked in. "Damn he made strong one," I think, reminding myself to go back to Neal when I needed another drink - definitely worth the $5 tip I left him. So there I am, just, swaying to the beat, enjoying my dance, not a care in the world, not a -, "Excuse me can I cut in, or is this dance taken?", someone asks, their slow Texas drawl catching my immediate attention, I look over, and then up, (I'm 5'5" tall remember) and get a good look at my potential dance partner - Damn. Nothing else - just D-A-M-N.
"What's up, I'm Colton," he says, the "what's up" drawn out, pure Texas in it's sound. I take his image in, 5'11" maybe 6', dirty blond hair, baseball player build, and blue eyes. I guess I must have been staring a bit to hard because the next thing I hear is, "Uhm, hello, you in there?" a small laugh and nudge from Colton broke me out of my reverie. "Busted," I said with a small smile, " I was kind of distracted," I said laughing out loud. "That's cool, you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself. I've been watching you dance for a bit, figured I'd join ya if that's cool?" I look him in the eyes, trying not to be too obvious, "Yeah that would be awesome", instantly I think - FUCK, could I sound anymore uhm, junior high? "So am I gonna find out who I am dancing with, or you gonna hold out on me?" he asked me, a little half smile crossing his face. "Oh duh, sorry, I'm Cristian...hi", I say to him adding a small wave as I say "hi". We kept dancing for the next 2 tracks, just enjoying the dance with each other. A Latino guy, maybe 30 or so, keeps flirting with Colton, trying to cut into our dance - competition? I don't move to stop him, I want to see what Colton does. If hewants to dance with me, he will take care of it, or he'll start dancing with the interloper and I move on to someone else. Well, the Latino guy ends up moving between me and Colton. Colton keeps on dancing for a minute, then kinda smiles at me and leans down and whispers something into the guy's ear - a quick, salty "Whatever bitch" comment, a sideways look at me, and the guy is gone, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor. "What did you say to him - he disappeared pronto", I asked Colton, as he pulled me in closer to him as a slower song began to play, "You noticed?" he said laughing, fingers playing with the neckline of my sweater, "Doesn't matter, it got rid of him,", he said as he pulled me in closer to him, my head dipping slightly as feel my face making contact with his chest. Sooooooo nice.
"Want to take a break and get a drink?" Colton asks as he takes my hand, leading me towards the edge of the dance floor. "Yeah, that would be great, it's getting kinda crowded out there for me lol", I reply, honestly he could have suggested we go watch paint dry and I'd have been happy to go with him. Once off the dance floor, I take the lead, much to Colton's amusement, and steer us towards the bar that Neal was working at. We stand at the bar for a few minutes, before I hear, "Hey man what's up?", Neal yells out to Colton, his voice penetrating the noise of the bar, "Not too much bro, just taking a break from dancing to get some drinks", Colton replies to Neal, the two doing a fist bump as they speak. "Hey Cristian!", Neal said, grinning at me and then looking at Colton, " I see you met Colton", he continues, "Yeah, he cut in on my private dance a while back, been dancing with him since then," I say smiling back, enjoying the attention from Neal and the feeling of Colton's arm around my shoulders before it slides down to the small of my back and around my waist. I guess I blushed, because Neal comments, "Yeah can't say I'm surprised he met up with you," he says laughing at Colton's not so subtle arm movement. "Well I'm glad he did. So do you two know each other?", I ask, trying to feel out the situation. Colton cut in, "Yeah we have some classes together at the university and play on a sports league together." "Yeah, we met through school, got to be friends, but never anything more - not that I haven't tried, " Neal said pitifully. "Sorry bro your just too fucking tall and built - not my thing man," Colton laughingly says, "You know I like them short, cute, and - ". "- And Latino", Neal cuts Colton off mid-sentence, "Yeah I know you like your "little Latin boys", a, poor white boy can't catch a break," Neal laughs in mock dismay. I looke up and back at Colton, I guess he sensed what I was thinking as he said, "Neal and I are just friends," not that it mattered. But the idea crosses my mind about being sandwiched between the two of them.
"So what are you guys having?", Neal askes. "Makers and Coke for me and uh...". Colton replies saying "uh" as he looks down at me. "Hendricks and tonic, " Neal answers for me, "Hendricks...gin?", Colton said, a little surprised, "Yeah he doesn't drink the cheap stuff, or the girly stuff bro," laughing at the look on Colton's face. "Hendricks it is," Neal said, "Want to make that a double?", Neal offered to me, still grinning at Colton. "Nah, a single will be fine, I'm a lightweight", I said looking up at Colton as I said it. He doesn't say anything, just smiles back down at me and pulls me in a little closer.
We get our drinks and go outside on to the back patio, several edifferent guys (mostly cute Latino guys) saying hello to Colton as we walk by, I get several looks as well, he mostly says hi, or maybe spends a minute chatting and introduces me before pulling me along as we continue our walk towards where ever it is Colton is leading us.
"Colton!", a loud and decidedly feminine sounding voice called out as we walk past a mixed group of older and younger men, Colton stiffens a bit and leans over to me and says, "Babe, I got to talk with this guy, I will make it quick, just please wait here for me ok?" I say sure and hop up to sit on the edge of a planter box allowing me to wait and watch the guys walking by while keeping out of the way of traffic. I watch as Colton stands talking to a older, slightly chubby guy sittting at a table with some other guys around his age, a few guys around Colton's age standing around, trying hard not to look bored, but their wandering eyes, checking out the younger men walking by, gives away what is on their minds. The guy Colton is talking to is maybe 45-50 years old, kinda chubby, soft and femme looking, wearing a Versace print silk shirt and way too much jewelry. His pudgy hand alternate between Colton's forearm and the muscles of Colton's denim clad thigh as he speaks with him. Colton looks over at me as he says something to the guy, who focuses his eyes on me, along with his two of his older companions. The older man mouths "Hello" as he raises his drink to me in greeting, I return the gesture - slightly curious about what was going on, but figure it isn't my business, the only thing I am interested at this point in time was getting to know Colton better - in the strictly biblical sense.
I watch the scene play out before me, reminds me of a renaissance artist paying court to his patron, or courtesan entertaining a benefactor - who knows, maybe both, "Hey there cutie," I hear, breaking my train of thought, "Huh?" yeah I know, but what can I say, I have a way with words - NOT. I look and see two guys standing there, mid-20s maybe, one Latino brunette, the other a White redhead, and both cute as fuck. "What are you up to, my name is Jared?" the redhead continues, he speaks again before I can answer, "Me and my friend Brandon are about to head across the street and get something to eat," he motions his head towards the Latino as he says this. Brandon, smiles, white teeth contrasting beautifully with his tanned skin. "Think you might want to join us?", Brandon continues where Jared had left off. "Hey babe, I'll be there in sec," Colton yells out above the cacophony of voices and music, all three of us look over at Colton, I notice that he is smiling, but that smile doesn't extend to his eyes, his eyes are are firmly fixed on my two new friends silently establishing that I was spoken for. "Bro, I think, uhm what's your name babe?", Brandon asks me. "I'm Cristian" I reply, wondering where his sentence is going. "Nice name, fits you," he says before repeating to Jared, "Bro, I think Cristian already has plans for tonight if I'm not mistaken, right?" he asks looking at me. "Yeah something like that," I smile and reply back. "Boyfriend?" Jared asks looking from Colton to me. "No, we just met, but yeah we kind of do have plans" I continue. "Just met, huh? So nothing definite then? Sure you don't want to come with me and Brandon" Jared repeats his earlier invitation. "Thanks, but I think I'm good." I reply, firmly, trying not to leave any doubt that I intend to stick with Colton. "OK, well maybe next time," Jared says smiling and rubbing my chest through the silky fabric of my sweater. "Down boy! ", Brandon says laughing, pulling Jared's hand from my chest. "Cristian, it was nice to meet you, we're going to go over and eat, if you change your mind, come on over, we will be there for about an hour or so," Brandon said giving me a little hug, " You're definitely a little hottie", he says as he breaks his hug.
"Yeah he is definitely a little hottie," I hear Colton repeat, suddenly aware that he has reappeared next to us, sliding in next to me, an arm going around my waist and pulling me in close - one fluid and graceful motion. "Hey man sorry, you guys have a good night," Brandon says smiling, walking away with Jared in tow.
"Sorry about leaving you here, I just needed to talk with Scott," Colton says to me, indicating the older guy he had been speaking to earlier. Scott calls out Colton's name again and then, "I forgot something, can you come back over here for a minute?" he continues in a voice that reminds me of Truman Capote. "Fuuuuuck,...Babe, I'm really sorry, I'll be right back," Colton says, rolling his eyes, clearly annoyed at the bleating voice. Colton walks over to the older guy and stands there, his arms crossed over his chest. Scott looking intimidated, leans back away from Colton before reaching out and putting something into Colton's hand. Colton takes a look before putting it into his jeans pocket - then leans down and gives Scott a hug before leaving to rejoin me.
"OK, let's go," Colton says, rather crossly, taking my hand and aggressively pulling me along towards the relative quiet of the balcony at the top of the back patio. "Is anything wrong?" I ask rather curious about the reason for his abrupt change of mood, wondering if I might be better off going to join Jared and Brandon across the street. "No, just really wanting to spend some time with you that's all and didn't really want to have to deal with him [Scott] tonight, that's all," Colton replied, almost apologetically, slowing his pace and easing his grip on my hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, if I caused a problem or anything?"I said, feeling bad for him for some reason I can't really explain to myself or anyone else for that matter. He smiles at me, before leaning down to give me a small kiss, " "No you didn't do anything wrong, just getting tired of Scott sticking his nose in my business, not like he's hurting for anything",I'm not really sure what he meant by this last comment but don'tt press him for details. We move to a quiet corner of the balcony, the semi-dark lighting of the bar giving way to the light of the floodlights on the ground below and the streetlights above. I looked up into Colton's eyes - you remember earlier I said he had some seriously blue eyes - right? It had been too dark in the club get a good look at them before, but his eyes were seriously blue. Almost sickeningly blue - full on Prince Charming, field of cornflower, perfect, sapphire blue. Jesus fucking Christ - someone should really name a crayon after this guy.
I feel Colton's hand moving slowly, firmly down my back, drifting to my hip, it settles there, acquainting itself, before pulling me in close to him, the muscles of his arm, taut, firm, hard, pressing into my back, my own arms finding their way around his waist in a hug, I feel his obliques pressing back against my forearms/biceps as I slide in closer to him. I inhaled, the smell of his cologne, alcohol, and his own masculinity fill my nose, I just nuzzle my face into chest - enjoying the wordless intimacy we shared in that moment. He leaned down, I feel the warmth of his breathing, tickling the back of my neck, relaxing me, before I feel his lips make contact - nuzzling, gentle kisses - kisses so soft, gentle - they were like faint whispers.
Sorry to leave you hanging here - but I need to do laundry and go to the gym. I will tell you more in the next chapter. Please let me know what you think of my story so far.
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