Once a Nerd Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 11

... nape. His temple's pressed against the window, and there's sure to be a red blot bloomed there. "Wake up, baby."

He grumbles out of sleep, a mumbled 'fuck off' between croaky sounds. I snort and reach over to undo his seatbelt.

"Dean?"

"The one and only."

"Christ, I forgot. I thought you were Casey." He digs the butt of his palms into his eyes, scraping away a blur.

"Tch, watch it. You'll make me jealous."

He gets this tiny, genuine smile that melts my heart into a hot, oozy puddle. "I'm glad I forgot, it's a nice surprise. Sorry to...put you out like this, your roommate—"

"Put me out? Sam, please. Even if you didn't ask me to stay, I'd have fuckin' crawled here if I had to. John knows I owe him one, he'll get over it."

We continue the chatter up the stairs, as Sam lives on the second floor. "He was very nice, fun to talk to. You made him sound like...a lifesize cutout that just stands in the corner of your room." He laughs.

"He's a good guy, we just don't get to interact much."

Once inside, Sam flicks on the entryway lamp. Every nook and cranny of this apartment smells like him, and when bathed in the lamp's demulcent light, no place has felt more like home. I used to think the same walking into his house in Illinois, because it was full of Sam. His scent, his hobbies, his habits, his comforts. I take a deep breath, reacquainting myself with the space. Thanksgiving break is two weeks away, and he'll have to mace me if he wants me gone during ...

... those few days.

I trail Sam further inside, and he hits a few more lamps as we go. "Did you want a shower?" He asks over his shoulder.

"What, am I too filthy for your sheets?"

"It's calledbeing polite." He rolls his eyes. "Also, yes. I know you just took a birdbath earlier."

"I'll take one if you take one."

"Deal."

Ilove taking showers with Sam. Even if we don't fuck, it's so intimate, something real couples do. I love washing his hair, scrubbing him down until he looks indistinguishable from a snowman. It's that primitive desire to take care of him. God, do the neanderthal genes just run deep in my bloodline or some shit?

The bathroom is condensing with steam as we disrobe, and I'm committed to following Sam's lead. Even if my boner kills me from lack of blood flow to the brain, I won't make a genuine move unless he's in the mood. I put him through a lot today, and I can understand there might be a need for closeness without sex. But,fuck—

With his back to me, he's slightly bent as he steps out of his pants. I strangle the base of my cock, punishing the selfish appendage. He stands, and there's never been a more perfect profile of someone's backside. Shoulder to ankle, it's God's finest work. He almost looks supernatural in the gossamer licks of steam, a pale apparition to haunt all my dreams into wet ones. Knots of shoulder kissed with starbursts of freckle. The tracing of his shoulder blades are defined and delicate on either side of his spine, a ...