James
He's limp in my arms.
A few slaps to the cheek – he doesn't move. I shake him, but he's out.
He's not heavy. I hoist his legs up with ease and walk toward his house. The front door is open; I walk until I find a bedroom.
Posters cover the walls. Surfboards lay neatly on a rack. The bed is small, sheets a tangled mess.
I lay him down – he doesn't make a sound.
His shorts have slipped lower. I pull them up, tie the strings in a bow. My hands may slip a little. Oh well. After all, I'm saving his ass.
Riley
Coming around to find a hot dude with his hands on my body is like all my dreams coming true. I keep my eyes closed so I can dream for just a little longer. I'm not completely stupid.
Warm breath across my chest, so close I can almost feel his lips.
Cool fingers tracing my abs, pressing lightly, dipping into my navel; it's hard to keep my groans in.
His hands feel so good.
My dream-dude has some skills.