Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2012 01:18:30 +0000
From: Cody Samuels <literally.naked@googlemail.com>
Subject: Something About Steve - 6

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 do now?

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.

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 as I tried to stop myself from
being overly emotional. I felt the water droplets cloud my sight and the
next thing I knew, They fell freely down my face.. 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 two most important men in my life.

I grabbed a washcloth, draped it over my face and yawned. It made me feel
at peace, now that I realized they hadn't set a trap for me. Or 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 someone 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 standing at attention, hard and stiff as it was earlier, no
doubt due to the sleeping lump that was 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.

Steve tapped my leg to get my attention, in my distraction I hadn't heard
him the first time round. I was probably still in wonderland, wondering
when I would wake up from this dream.. And then I heard him clearer-

"Jake, c'mon buddy you awake there?"

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

"Good! 'cause I've been waiting for this lug to get off my colon. I feel
like my bladder will explode any minute" Lucas harped.  The innocent
remarks 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 allow Steve off Lucas, and as I sat up, I looked at the window,
and then  at the boxes, shoes, and other paraphernalia that Steve had under
his bed.

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
abnormalities. If I hid, then I would never be able to be as close to Steve
as I was now. Somehow, I had to break. Steven knew it. He had to wait for
me to break myself, exhaust myself so that when I finally couldn't control
my barriers, he would swoop in to my rescue. That thought made me hot in
the face and melt at the same time.

And there was Lucas, whom despite all my efforts to try to get to Steve,
had been there to catch me at my lowest point. Most notably when I would
fall and look stupid, like at the Evening Philosophy lecture I tried to
take. It wasn't fun feeling that low. However when Lucas got up to leave, I
looked at him -the colossal man with a cheerfulness beaming through his
eyes. My mind could only wonder what was up with that. I heard him pissing
like a war horse for a while. I tried not to look back at Steve, but I gave
into the temptation, and peeked over my shoulder. He was still sound
asleep, his arms tucked between his legs. I wanted to grab him then and
there before I heard Lucas flush the toilet.

When Lucas came back, He sat next to me, draping hand over my shoulder and
nuzzling the side of it. "So Jake. How are you feeling?" He asked
affectionately nuzzling the side of my jaw. The hairs on my neck stood on
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."
Lucas laughed and 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 intelligent amongst people rather than appearing as 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 laughed and we both joined in. A comfortable silence fell
amongst us and I felt comfortable for once on a Saturday. That was, 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 quickly shot up and put a firmly planted a
halting hand on my shoulder.

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

 I scratched my head and  felt the panic set in all over again. I didn't
want to say anything, and the boys could tell it was having an effect on
me. "Jake, its 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, reluctantly some compulsion within me
reached out with my own to lock 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. I
reached out, put my pinky on his and hooked it. Sealing the promise, 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 my very soul, the heat coming from within
was intense. I felt safe with him,  there wasn't anything else he could
possibly do to make me feel any safer. "I don't really know how else to put
it" my voice stammering from the nervousness that crippled my body. My
nerves were shot, and fear of outing myself kept getting to me reaching
out, tampering with nightmares I shouldn't be tampering with. They could
see I was having difficulty trying to say something about it. In an instant
my vocabulary couldn't form anything more to say than  'ugh' and `well'.

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 did a double take, nearly succumbing to a heart
attack. . "Wait, what did you just say?" I said as I turned to look at him
with an expression of utter shock. I lost my breath.

Steve beamed at me with a warm, sincere expression.  . Fuck that smile of
his. It seemed to break any form of fear I had coalescing over my
shoulders. The mental image of the weight of the world on Atlas' shoulders
appeared within my mind. "Yeah you heard me. Me and Lucas bat for the same
team... If you know what I mean."

Lucas laughed as he punched Steve's arm in jest. Steve in turn 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. 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 that
Lucas was of the same breed as well. Because of this stereotype that I had
so wrongly put both of them in: I thought that they were straight.

>From then on, when I saw all the signs that lead that to be the case, I let
a part of myself that was the young, naive and romantic Jacob Hawes die.
Any chance of even entertaining a possible bloom in friendship and even
more died with him. But with the recent events that had been going on, the
sleepless nights where myself or Steve would be inadvertently be in each
other's sexual dreams, to not seeing each other for the entire day had made
me wonder. If anything at all, my natural instincts were screaming; telling
me, "He's avoiding you because he likes you!" However good old trust
paranoia had to get in the way and crush that hope. 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- Dammit 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." And at that instance, Lucas' phone had started to Vibrate
and he went to pick it up. Lucas immediately got his jogging bottoms on and
his hoodie. "Look guys, I have to go- Turns out there's an emergency
meeting with the Lacrosse team about Wednesday's match and they want their
vice-captain there." And once he put on the last shoe, he came over, kissed
my hand and touched my cheek and then ruffled my hair. "You'll be ok
handsome, alright?" He winked and dashed off through our doors, closing
them  behind him. I still hadn't gotten used to the faces, and it was
immense hearing or seeing it come out of someone like Lucas' mouth. He
called me gorgeous. I think I nearly passed out.

 Even whilst I sat there, dazed at what happened, I felt comfortable,
relaxed almost. I'd lost myself in the moment so much that I'd forgotten
that Steve was there, almost. "I... ugh sorry about that Steve" I said,
looking towards him and feeling slightly guilty for acting that way. He
didn't seem to be  bothered, but he had already begun to look away. Which I
thought was already a bad thing. I mean I'd liked my roommate since I'd
first set foot in this room, and those feelings had slowly gotten stronger
and stronger. But to see this man look ... almost dejected at my reaction to
Lucas made me feel so... guilty. It made me feel like I had gasoline burning
in my heart.

The silence was awkward and I looked at his leg for what seemed like ages,
I couldn't quite shake the guilt on my face until he touched my hand. I
felt the heat of him flush through my arms as if I'd reacted to a rash. He
pulled my face up with his other hand and looked at me, crystal blue eyes
shining in the light. It was almost too romantic and too much for me to
bear.

"I'm sorry" I said looking away... "You don't have to explain yourself. I get
it. I'm a basket case and I must be crashing your mood as a nerd when
you're the quarter-back for the football team." I pulled my hand almost
half out of his grasp before he pulled my hand into his grip. I lost my
balance, nearly falling off the bed and instead, as he pulled, landed on
his lap.

"No you're not. you've been anything but a basket case" he said somber and
serious. I could smell his sweet scent, and it was mixed in with the smell
of his skin on his thighs and a strong scent that made me want him more... It
was good thing I faced into his thigh or I would never be able to see with
all the heat on my face. He stroked my hair and pulled me up by my hand. As
he did, I felt his other hand pull me up and looking at him, I was now on
my knees as  he  still sat down. It didn't matter that I was still hard
from him touching me, that you could see my boxers tented and pitched in
his direction. When I looked at him, I was in rapture. I couldn't control
myself. And he didn't let me. He reached up,

pressed his lips against mine, and kissed me. With his right hand reaching
over and running his fingers through my hair. It made my dick rock hard, to
the point of aching, and it flowed freely with pre-cum. I'd never felt a
kiss like this in my entire life. I'd never felt my heart beat so close to
my throat, or my skin flush with heat and goosebumps at the same time. I
had never felt like taking him into my arms and kissing him all day. I have
never ever... felt like this before.

I grabbed his face and continued kissing him, my lips over his, my tongue
reaching in feverishly and shyly whilst his reciprocated in the same
fashion, our tongues dancing at each other's tips before our lips enveloped
one another again. I lost my breathe as I continued, causing me to pull
away from him. We both gasped and for a moment I looked at him and he
looked at me. And at that moment, my mind clicked. And seeing that
realization, he nodded and my face and jaw dropped.


"You're gay!?" I swore a little too loudly. He hushed me down and put a
finger on my lips and then nodded.

"Yeah ...I'm definitely gay. And you're the reason why I've been avoiding my
room." He removed his finger from my lips, and pulled me in for one last
kiss.
"And I've liked you ever since you came into my life.

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Thanks for waiting so patiently, I will try to make sure that I churn out
another one before Christmas. Once again thank you, keep the comments
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