Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 13:20:09 -0700
From: Daniel Richards <djrstories@gmail.com>
Subject: That Damn Smile Part 3

This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention.

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That Damn Smile – 3

	I woke 30 minutes earlier than I usually would because Alex was
going to be picking me up for school. My ankle was throbbing with pain, but
I was going to tough it for the day. I took a quick shower, brushed my
teeth and made my way open to my closet. The good thing about this studio
apartment was it had 2 really large closets. I stood in front of my closet
thinking what to wear. Usually I will just throw on whatever looks clean,
but today I wanted to look nicer than usual.

	After debating for 15 minutes I went with a dark grey crew neck
sweater, some khaki pants, a brown leather bomber jacket and because my
other foot was wrapped up, a white low top converse. I was slipping on my
jacket when I hear footsteps walking up the stairs leading to my door. I
went to open the door before he could even knock. There he was, flashing
that damn smile with two mugs in his hand. He looked like he was on the
cover of GQ. He was wearing white jeans (that he happened to pull off very
nicely), a red v neck, and a grey pea coat with dark navy blue boots.

	"Hey, I wasn't sure if you drank coffee or tea, so I got you
both. This one is a white mocha, and this is a green tea."

	"Wow, thanks man. Ummmm I'll take the mocha. Thanks."

	He walked in and I sat down in my chair sipping my coffee. We
chatted a bit then, without even asking, he grabbed my backpack, coffee and
crutches and went to put them in his car. While he was gone I hobbled over
to my dresser and sprayed a bit of cologne on my neck and chest and sat
back down. He came back in, put my arm around him and walked me down my
stairs to his car. As he made his way to his seat, I thought to myself,
damn this is nice ass-car. I mean yeah I got a cool truck, but I never been
in a car that cost more than the house I grew in. He hopped in, started the
car and we headed towards campus. I sipped on my coffee and looked out the
window. We passed the bus I would have been on if Alex didn't offer to be
my ride. I looked over at him and his eyes were on the road ahead. I just
smiled to myself.

	We got to school and he helped me to my first class. He even
carried my back pack and coffee for me. Now I didn't expect him to do that
for me, nor did I expect him to be there waiting after my class ended to
help to my next class, and the next and the next. Every class I was in I
was beyond distracted. Of course all my thoughts were of him, with a few
about how was I going to work out and what to do for dinner. It was now
4:30, and we were both done with classes. He asked me what I was doing for
dinner and I responded,

	"No clue really, maybe some mac and cheese haha."

	"Oh come on, a man has got to eat right?"

	"That may be so, but I can't have a steak every night with my kind
of budget."

	"Well my good sir, tonight you can!!"

	I didn't know what he meant by that until we pulled up to the
nicest place in our college town. I protested this of course, saying I
couldn't even afford the water here, but he insisted. What choice did I
have really? We walked in, and got a booth. I didn't care how nice this
place was, I laid my body across the booth so my foot could get some
rest. The pain was terrible, but I didn't want to complain about it. We
ordered our food, and got to talking.

	"So Alex...you know I'm a clumsy aspiring architect who was a
former football player for our football obsessed school. Tell me about
yourself. Are you from the area?"

	He took a sip of his beer before answering, and laid his back
against the booth, slumping down a bit.

	"Nope. I grew up in Charleston. I spent my entire life in Fort
Marshall, home to the 23rd Airborne Division."

	"So I'm guessing your dad is/was in the Army?"

	"Haha, my dad is the Army. He went in when he was 18 like his
father before him. He bleeds red, white and blue. He's a Lieutenant General
and happens to be the Division Commander."

	"Wow, that's awesome. My brother is in the Air Force, if that means
anything."

	"Of course it does, anyone who serves our nation is good in my
book."

	"Did you serve as well?"

	"Why yes I did, I went to Wentworth Military Academy, like most men
in my family did, went into the Army, did my 4 years and now I'm here in
school trying to become a doctor. Now sure, my father wasn't too happy I
ended my military career so shortly, but he supports what I want to do
now. He always has my back. I guess I would rather save lives rather than
end them."

	"Oh I see..."

	"Yeah so here I am, 2 years into civilian life, just trying to make
it in the world without my father's or mother's influence. Yeah I know my
parents are just trying to help me, that I understand, but I'm a big boy
now, I can do things on my own."

	"So how old are you and what does your mom do, if I may ask?"

	"I'm 23, turning 24 in three days actually. As for my mother, she
inherited her father's steel company. She happens to have all sorts of
contracts with our government and military providing steel for our
building, ships, vehicles and weapons."

	"Oh wow, I wasn't expecting that. So where's your bodyguard then
haha?"

	"He has the night off haha. But in all seriousness, don't let the
car and clothes fool you. I'm not some spoiled military brat, a least not
anymore. I grew up and I'm more humble about it now."

	Our food arrived and we took our time telling stories about our
lives. I found out he has two older brothers like me. His were both
officers in the Army whereas my oldest brother is a Fire Captain and my
other brother is in the Air Force. I told him that my dream was to play for
the NFL someday, but a torn ACL changed my dream and I found my true
passion. He asked me about my parents as we waited for dessert.

	"Well my dad was a Fire Chief, he retired last year after devoting
30 years of his life to fighting fires. As for my mother, she is this sweet
pretty thing who owns her own salon back home. My parents were high school
sweethearts and they still act as their newlyweds. How did your parents
meet?"

	He took a long sip of his beer, finished it actually before he
spoke.

	"Well my mother and I were on vacation in Italy when I was about 3
when my dad walked into our lives."

	I raised my eyebrow, confused by what he just told me.

	"Yeah, that story always raises a few eyebrows. You see, my bio dad
was nothing more than a sperm donor who split when he found out my mom was
pregnant. It was just the two of us before my dad finally came along. He
was stationed nearby, and he fell in love not just with my mom, but with me
as well. His first wife died in a car accident and he was juggling his Army
career and his two sons. They got married a year after and we have been a
family since then. We all made each other stronger, complete, and made
another better than we were before."

	"Wow, that actually a really nice story. I mean I'm sorry your
da-biological father split, but it looks like things really turned out nice
for you in the end."

	He just smiled at me and went to devouring his ice cream. When it
was time to pay the bill I went to grab for my wallet, however turns out he
already gave our waiter his credit card when we got our dinner. Damn him. I
of course spoke out and offered to get the tip and he told me not to
bother. I asked what he was doing tonight and he said nothing. So I invited
over for a few beers and a game of Modern Warfare. He just smiled that damn
smile and we made our way to my place.

	We got to my place and I asked him if he wanted to crash here since
we would be drinking and he agreed it would be the best idea. I tossed him
pair of shorts to change into. Now one of us could have gone into the
bathroom to change, but we both undressed in front of each other. I watched
as he undressed and damn was I captured. He lifted his shirt over his head
and I was almost drooling at the site of his abs and pecs. He could be on
an A&F bag if he wanted to. He soon dropped his pants and I got a glimpse
of him in his boxer briefs. He filled them out very nicely, in the back and
front I might add. I shook myself out of my hypnotized state and changed my
clothes. I grabbed us a 12 pack from the fridge and we started playing
video games. He sat at the foot of my bed while I sat on it as we played
our game. We soon finished our beer but needed more fuel for the game. So
we decided to take the few energy drinks I had and mix it with a shit ton
of vodka. We quickly got into a very drunk state.

	"ALEX WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!!?? YOU KEEP GETTING KILLED. SHIT
YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE MILITARY TRAINING!!!"

	"BITCH...I COULD KILL YOU WITH A SPOON AND SOME SHOE STRING. NOW GO
MAKE ME A SAMMICH!!"

	We were very into our game and the alcohol had clearly gotten the
best of us. Alex made his way off the floor and climbed onto the bed,
however clearly his vision and motor skills were impaired as he fell right
off the side. I laughed my ass off and he threw an empty beer can at me in
response. He slowly climbed back and laid down on his stomach next to me,
his right arm hanging off the bed with the controller in hand. I heard it
fall and noticed he was out cold. Poor guy had way too much to drink. I
went onto to play solo for a bit. I noticed he had turned over in his
drunken sleep and his left leg right up against mine. He was warm to the
touch, gentle but strong. I put the game on pause and looked at him. As he
breathed his sculpted chest moved up and down, man I wanted to touch him,
explore every inch of his god like body. My eyes made their way down to his
crotch and I saw he was rock hard. Fuck I thought his dick looked huge
soft, but seeing it hard quickly changed my mind. He had to be about 8
inches, and really thick too. So many things crossed my mind but I quickly
shut them out. He has been so nice to me and I didn't want to ruin anything
or take advantage of him. I turned off the game and tv and pulled up one of
the sheets. I fell asleep rather quickly due to how much beer/vodka I had
ingested.

	I woke up in the middle of the night and felt something strange. I
rubbed my eyes and realized I was on my side facing the window. Alex was
right behind me, literally right behind me. His arm was over my chest, his
head resting on my shoulder and our legs were interlocked. I could feel his
sculpted body pressed against my back. He was so warm and seemed at
peace. I could feel his dick against my back, but it was soft, whereas I
was sprouting some serious wood. I thought shit, what do I do?!?! Do I move
and wake him up or just lay here? After my thoughts wrestled each other I
decided to just move over. I went to scoot over and separate us but Alex
tightened his grip and pulled me closer to him. I didn't know how to react.
I always hated sleeping alone, but having him here right next to me felt so
right. I felt safe, like my problems were gone at the moment, that
everything was solved with me in his arms. There was no pain in my ankle,
my body and mind were at rest, possibly because of him. Shit I was getting
my hopes up. He obviously had too much to drink and this was all the
alcohols doing. However maybe there's a chance...a slight chance this could
be something. I still had no real indication of his sexuality, so maybe
there is hope. I dunno. Fuck. I just need to keep these thoughts to myself
and enjoy this moment. I just looked at the wall, listening to him breath,
feeling his skin against mine and fell asleep.