Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 12:55:20 +0000
From: Cody Samuels <literally.naked@googlemail.com>
Subject: Something About Steve 5

Something about Steve

Cody Samuels


Literally.naked@gmail.com


Introduction: Hey guys! Sorry for the seemingly long delay in releasing the
5th chapter of Something about Steve. But I've finally gotten back to it, I
just didn't get a chance to work on this story since I get sidetracked
often. Mostly with University I guess! Right well here we go! What is Steve
going to.

About myself: So I've mentioned that I'm never in one place at any given
time, probably because I'm always at University one day and then another
day, just whisked off somewhere, like at a photography studio, or a
workshop, or back in a computer lab. This might give you a couple of
guesses as to what my big hobby might be.

I've decided to do a mailing list for this series that way people don't get
left in the dark when it does comes out. So if you want in, just send me an
email -- literally.naked@gmail.com with your comments as well


WARNING: May Contain Scenes of a sexual nature. But you already knew that
didn't you? Stay safe- really... Use a condom


Something about Steve - 5


Shit... I could feel my chest swelling thirty times. And whilst it pumped to
other major organs, I felt light headed and tried to stop myself from being
all emotional. I felt the water cloud my sight and then next thing I knew, I
was crying freely. They came and got me from the Library...

I had to stop the crying. If I sniffed, It could mean waking them up.

I didn't want to bother the guys who could potentially be replacing my
father as the most important men in my life.

I grabbed the washcloth, draped it over my face and yawned. It made me feel
good now that I realized they didn't set a trap for me. Or do anything else
for that matter. Maybe  I had over reacted, slightly, well OK, a little more
than that... but then again, when guys establish a rapport like that, and
are sportsmen- it kind of makes you worry...

But I guess these two were different. It made me wonder- were they different
in the same way that I was different? Perhaps...

No, I shouldn't even begin to entertain that idea. I started to stretch, and
arched my back, only to have Steve nuzzle hard into me. My morning wood,
still as hard and stiff as it was earlier, was in no doubt due to Steve.
Steve... Steve Calla-fucking-han... if only he was gay...

"Ugh... Dude, stop trying to give me a blow job through my boxers" I said
hoarsely...

"Why?" Steve said, sounding almost like he'd been up all night... My cock
jumped...

"Afraid you'd like it?"

I looked at him and blinked, trying to process what he had just said. Did
Steve just say what I think he just said? I felt my face heat up. I didn't
feel especially sharp today, and my mind playing tricks on me was the last
thing I needed whilst I was in a bed with two of the closest guys I'd ever
been with was for my mind to be playing tricks on me.

Steve tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention and I didn't hear him
the first time round and I was still in wonderland, wondering why I was
worried. And then I heard him clearer-

"Jake, cmon buddy you awake there?"

He shook my hip and I felt the heat on my face radiate. "I'm awake."

"Good! Because I've been waiting for this one to get off my colon], been
waiting to take a fucking piss" Lucas harped. It made me laugh. I guess the
warmth in my chest wasn't just love and affection but a soft thawing of the
ice that had covered it. We shuffled around to get Steve off Lucas, and
then I sat up, looking at the window, and then looking at the boxes, shoes,
pads and other paraphernalia that Steve had under his bed, out and exposed.

I turned and looked to see him curling up slightly with his hands between
his legs, Covering his raging happiness. I had to look at myself tented and
then chuckled. I wondered when I'd suddenly become fearless about my
insecurities. If I hid, then I would never be able to be as close to Steve
as I was now. But I had to break myself, exhaust myself until I could no
longer control it and let Steve come and rescue me.

And there was Lucas, whom despite all my  efforts to try to get to Steve,
Had always been there to catch me at my lowest point, or when I would fall
and look stupid like the first attempt to be at the Evening Philosophy
lecture I tried to take. It wasn't fun feeling that low. But As Lucas left
for the toilet, I looked at him and he at me- the colossal man with a
cheerfulness beaming through his eyes.

He sat next to me and put a hand over my shoulder and nuzzled the side of
my shoulder. "So Jake. How are you feeling?" He asked affectionately
nuzzling the size of my jaw. The hairs on my neck stood end and I felt a
little light headed. But I still managed to get out a response. "I'm
feeling better now thanks Luke.."

He laughed and I looked at him oddly. "No one's called me that in a while."
he laughed and then explained to me how he prided himself on being called
by his full name rather than an abbreviation because he felt it would make
him seem more smarter amongst people rather than appearing like a dumb jock.

"No I don't think you look like a jock to be honest. I think you look like
you could suffocate people just by hugging them into that big chest of
yours". Steve burst into laughter and dug his face into the sheets. A
comfortable silence fell amongst us and I felt comfortable for a Saturday.
Until Lucas broke out the question I was trying to avoid in the first
place. I felt my stomach crunch before he'd even taken the breath to say
the first word. I panicked and Steve shot up and put a hand on my shoulder.

I could feel my face burn and Lucas softened his tone. "So. Jacob Hawes,
you didn't answer my question before during lunch."

 I scratched my head and I felt panic set in. I didn't want to say
anything, and the boys could tell it was having an effect on me. "Jake,
it's ok. We won't hurt you. Promise" Steve said, poking his pinky out and
hooking it. The Pinky promise. The most scared of promises before the Oath
you take at the Alter and the Oath you swear to the law. I saw it waving
dangerously in the air and some compulsion within me reached out with my
own and locked it into place.

"Ok" confirmation within my heart and my mind that I would be giving my
trust to him like a mother would hand her newborn child to the midwife.
Lucas reached over and touched my shoulder once more, and then looked me
squarely in the eyes. "Would you like to answer that question?"

I felt his eyes boring through mine and the heat was intense. I felt safe
with him and there wasn't anything else he could do or make me feel any
more safer. "I don't really know how else to put it" I could feel myself
stammering away. My nerves were shot, and fear of outing myself kept
getting to me reaching out and tampering with nightmares I shouldn't be
tampering with.

In the end Steve stopped me by putting his finger on my lips and hushing
me. "I know... Lucas knows.. And I think you know we are too.." I felt a
sigh of relief before I double took and nearly died of a heart attack.
"Wait what did you just say?"

Steve looked at me with sincere eyes and I smiled at me. Fuck that smile of
his. It seemed to break any form of fear I had coalescing over my shoulders
like the weight of the world on Atlas' shoulders being lifted. "Yeah you
heard me. Me and Lucas bat for the same team.. If you know what I mean."

Lucas laughed and punched Steve's arm. Steve rubbed his arm feigning pain.
"Yeah I get that you both play for the same team as me. I get that but what
does this have to do with me?" They looked quizzically at one another
before they got the hint that I didn't know anything. And they were right.
I was completely clueless about what was going on. I thought that since the
beginning of the semester, that Steve was the "Big Man on Campus" with all
his jock friends, (even though he had said he wasn't that kind of person
and that he studied his way into the scholarship) and Lucas was of the same
breed as well. And because of this stereotype that I had so wrongly put
both of them in: I thought that they were straight.

And that was it, I think from then on, when I saw all the signs that lead
that to be the case, I let a part of myself- the young, naive and romantic
Jacob Hawes die. And any chance of even entertaining a possible bloom in
friendship and even more with him. But with the recent things that had been
going on: The sleepless nights where myself or Steve would be inadvertently
be in each others sexual dreams, to not seeing each other for the entire
day- had made me wonder. If anything, my baser instincts where screaming.
Screaming at me and telling me "He's Avoiding you because he likes you!"
and good old Trust paranoia had to get in the way and crush the hope down.
God- I'm my own worst enemy. I'm such an ass to myself.

"Well" Steve said, gingerly scratching his head as he said this. His arms
seemed to magnify double in the morning light and I felt my heart burn. His
face, his smile- Damnit for making him so handsome.

"You see,... I think I owe you an explanation as to why I've not been
around the entire time."

It was as if he had been reading my thought trail through my face. "You're
not difficult to read. Some might say you're easier to read than a standard
Philosophy text book" Lucas jokingly put. "How did you guys know I was
thinking that?"

"Well" Steve's eyes wondered away, not sure where to look as he said this.
"To put it bluntly. I have a thing for English Boys with Brown hair that
look like they should be on a magazine cover and yet have the most down to
earth attitude you could possible get" Again, my mind was a blank and I
wasn't sure where to put it.

At this point Lucas got up, and picked up his clothes. "I'll leave you to
alone for a bit, catch you guys for lunch?" Lucas winked and then opened
the door, not fazed by the fact that he was walking out in just his black
tight underwear. A couple of girls gave a small yelp as he greeted them and
then giggled, giving wolf whistles and cat calls at him. "God that guy...Hot
as hell don't you think?" Steve whispered into my ear. My hairs stood on
end and I felt his hands wrap around my body.

I hadn't been held like that before. And for Steve to just come brazenly
and do this made me hard in an instant. "Jake...Can I call you Jake?" he
whispered. Husky and deep. I swallowed and rasped out a small "Yeah".

"That's good... See the reason why I kept disappearing every night, was
because of you. When you stumbled in, I thought you were going to be the
geekiest guy I'd ever met. But actually when you stood up, you were... Just
hot. Seriously hot..." He nuzzled his face onto the crook of my neck and I
felt my body tensed and then slack.

"Why?" I didn't get what he was seeing. Whenever I looked at the mirror I
saw a plain old boring English boy who read and wrote books. "You just
were... Everything about you was right... Your hair..." His hands rubbing through
my hair, made me limp along the spine. "Your smell" he breathed in, and I
felt the cold of his breathe before he exhaled and I grew harder... and
wetter from under my pants. "Your smile... your voice...Everything was perfect."

He pulled himself away and then Sat next to me. "I hadn't fallen for anyone
before...I mean I messed around with my best friend and a neighbor but that
was it. I was kinda looking for a serious relationship with someone I could
love."

He put his hand on top of mine and I twined my fingers to his. "And was I
what you were looking for?" I asked, not sure where I was going with this.
I wanted to just jump on Steve and kiss him till I lost breath...but part of
me was still afraid this was all a prank. Something horrible to play on... I
had to let the paranoia go, he was opening up to me and it would be worst
thing in the world to ignore the man I could possibly be falling in love
with when he was about to open up to me.

"Yeah"... he breathed a heavy sigh, and without a thought into it, I pulled
his hand over my shoulder, and pulled him into a kiss. When Our lips
touched it, my heart raced fast,, my body rigid with excitement and loose
with content. The touch of his skin on mine, it set met on fire. I furrowed
my brow from the sheer realization that Steve was on top of me, and I was
kissing him. His soft lips caressing mine, stealing small kisses and then
long languid ones where the moisture would linger for ages and the
sensations stretched my sense of time.

I even felt his hard dick pressing into my hip...And my hand reaching to the
small of his back and pulling him in- Grinding his body onto mine,
desperate for his touch, his strong manly frame, the sinews of muscles, the
gentility of his touch, his hands working down my stomach. The sensation of
falling and heat danced along my skin and his fingertips. Each touch made
my hairs stick on end and soft moans escaping my lips or my throat.

Steve responded as I fondled feebly at the band of his boxers, fingering
away at the cleft of his crack before sliding my hands, finger first into
his boxers and along his crack.

 He stopped kissing me for a moment and then ground his ass against my
fingers. I could feel the dribble leaking from two place as he groaned-
from my mouth and from my dick.

"Steve"

"Jake?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"Jake... "

"Yeah?"

"Me too..." he kissed me with a fierce fire, and each kiss he took a breath
and fired the words "I love you Jacob" with his hot breath.



Oh god! This was well and truly anticipated! I am so sorry for the delay!

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Thanks guys!

Cody