Sweet Dreams

I shifted, trying to get blood pumping back to my butt. My whole left cheek had fallen asleep from the middle of my back to the back of my knee cap. It sucked. I chewed on the pencil, staring at the blank paper before me. I had to write a 300 word Latin essay without using my notes. The situation was, "you are sitting in class and the one you love is next to you, write what you are thinking." Yeah right, like I'd ever have 300 word long thoughts about someone I love, unless I could repeat myself, plus I didn't know how to say "Hommina" in Latin.
I leaned back and sighed, a sharp tingling rushing down my leg to the back of my heel. I cried out as the vibration from lack of blood traveled up my leg and up my spine.
"Should I leave you alone?" I whirled around to see that Finny was standing in the doorway, a cocky smile on his face. I glared at him and leaned forward, resting my head in my arms.
"My ass fell asleep while trying to write this damn paper." I muttered.
"Mi madre es muy gordo." He replied walking forward and lying on his bed. I looked at him through narrow eyes.
"Isn't that My mother is very fat in Spanish?" I questioned, incredulously. He nodded.
"When in doubt, just write 'my mother is fat' I mean that's like what? Four words right there?" He smiled at me, his head propped up on his arms. I rolled my eyes and looked back at my paper.
"Yeah, four words in the wrong language." I continued to stare. The best way to come about this was to write it all in English, but I couldn't even think of what to write in English to help me! I sighed again. Finny's movement caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked at him as he grabbed the buttons on his corduroy pants and pushed them down and off of hi ankles, letting them slide onto the floor, this he followed with his dingy grey under shorts and the pink shirt he had become quite obsessed with. The one I thought he looked like a fairy in. "Why do you wear that shirt?" I questioned, snorting.
"Because I like it, it makes me feel like an individual, being separated from everyone else who wears such dark colors." He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and buried my face back in my essay, my cheeks turning warm from the imagine of him shrugging off his pants. "How is your essay coming?" He questioned, crawling to the end of his bed, looking over the side of the desk at my paper. "it's blank." He blinked a couple times.
"No, it's not blank, it's written in clear ink, this is really my fifth page." I replied sarcastically. He laughed.
"Write it in English first." He replied.
"I'm trying to but I can't think of anything. And who the hell are you telling me how to do the homework I have a better chance of completing than you!" I grabbed the pillow I had been sitting on and hit him with it. He fell backwards and laughed.
"I'm already finished with it." He beamed proudly, wrapping his arms around the pillow. I looked at him shocked.
"No you didn't!" I squeaked. He nodded.
"Yes I did, I did it all."
"You're not supposed to use your notes!" I snarled.
"I didn't, I didn't use a single page." He continued, rubbing it in.
"You're a liar! I know you cheated!" I whined.
"Why would I cheat at something I know how to do." He replied serious, looking at me with a faint smile on his face.
"But you suck at Latin!" I growled.
"But I know how to explain how I feel around the one I love." He laid down and rolled over, his face buried in the pillow I had thrown at him. My heart stopped. What had he meant by that? I turned around and looked at the paper again. Was it possible that Finny loved someone? I sighed. A few minutes later the room was filled with a light buzzing of snoring. I looked over to see that Finny was asleep. How to start this essay.
"I sat at the desk, focusing hard on my Latin essay when he walked in. He was beautiful, his hair a radiant golden blonde, his muscles were toned to perfection. He had a smile on his face, not as dull as everyone else's and it caught my eye right off. He looked at me with those glistening eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes of his. I felt odd, sitting there, looking at him, but as he turned and headed my way, I realized exactly how beautiful he was. Sitting by my side he smile at me and turned his attention towards the front of the classroom. A few minutes pass by and his head finds a place on the desk. His beautiful blue eyes close, hiding away all of that glistening wonder. I turned back to look at the teacher. The soft sound of snoring reached my ears. I looked at him. He was so sweet in slumber. My heart began to ache," I looked at Finny "My face turned hot as I stared at him. Why was I feeling this way? Why towards a guy? Perhaps it was love? Perhaps it was a love that wasn't anybodies business? It was one of those confusing loves that made you feel weird. I sat there, not bothering to wake him up. What if the teacher thought I was talking to him? Would I get in trouble as well? That was the last thing I wanted, and needed. She carried on with the notes as usual. How could she not see him? Leaning over I lightly shook him, but he didn't stir. He fidgeted a little bit in his sleep, his lips parting slightly. He was beautiful, a complete doll in his sleep. I ignored him the best I could and started to doodle on my note packet." I counted the words. 302 and two. Great! Now all I needed to do was wrap it up. "I played with the idea of reaching over and dragging my fingers through his beautiful blonde hair, but it was already too late. With a word of dismissal the class stood up and began to leave, as well as the blonde haired boy, rubbing tiredness from his eyes. But he didn't leave until he flashed me a smile and a gentle wink. My heart froze in my chest. This was definitely love, one of the strangest ones ANYONE had ever come across."
I leaned back against the chair and read it over. I was happy with it, and I wasn't going to change a single word of it. I looked over at Finny as he rolled over, his legs falling open. I gasped and looked away from him. I really wished he would sleep under the blankets.
"Mmm" He moaned. I looked at him, expecting him to be awake. He was still asleep. He was on his back, breathing heavily. I remember where I had gotten these events from for my essay. The first day I had met Finny. I stood up and went to his side, carefully sitting on the side of his bed, careful not to make him roll over. He was sweaty, just a little though. I looked down to see that he was still wearing his running sneakers and sighed.
"Honestly, can't you take your shoes off?" I reached down and unlaced them, sliding them off of his feet, letting them hit the floor. He moaned again. I looked back at his face. He was seriously, a complete doll. I smiled gently and carefully brought my hand up, running my fingers through his bangs to move them off of his forehead. They were so soft, slightly wet, but so soft none-the-less. I cocked my head to the side and carefully brought my hand down along his cheek. He moaned and moved his head back as I dragged my fingertips down across his neck, then down his bare chest. I watched as his flesh jumped under my touch as my finger tips tickled his belly. I rested my palm against his stomach, over his belly button. I was so close to him it hurt, but I knew I couldn't do anything.
"Gene," He moaned. I looked up him. There was no way he'd still be asleep and moaning my name. But he was, he was still asleep like a baby. He inhaled deeply. Something hard touched my arm. I looked down. His appendage was stiff, the head rubbing against my wrist. I gasped and pulled my hand away. But it was just so…there. I thought about it, then thought of the consequences. Would Finny hate me if I did? No, not if he was moaning my name. Carefully I leaned forward, my face just inches shy from the tip. I lightly pressed my lips against it and pulled away, expecting Finny to wake up. Nothing.
"I'm sorry Finny." I whispered. Leaning forward I pressed my lips against it again, this time, I held them there longer. I pulled away an inch, the dragged my tongue across the tip. His body shuttered below me as he moaned. I hesitated, the dragged my tongue across it again, proceeding to suck on the tip a little.
"Gene," He moaned. I dragged my tongue around the tip, my cheeks burning hot with passion. I'd never done this before, and if it wasn't Finny, I wouldn't have been doing this at all. I sucked on it, a little liquid filling my mouth. I pulled away. I knew what it was. It was the same consistency of mine, and relatively the same tasting, only his was much more…flavorful? I leaned forward and lightly nipped at the flesh at the tip. His hips bucked slightly. I took his whole length into my mouth, my hair falling into my face. It was like I was in my own little world now, the one world where pleasing Finny was all I wanted to do.
I brought my head up and down to the point where it felt like I was going to choke. But I didn't want a single bit of it to be left out. I wanted to please every bit of it.
My tongue swirled around the shaft as the head poked at the back of my throat. My right hand reached up and cupped his swollen pillows. I lightly pinched at the egg like object in between my index and my middle and my thumb. A loud cry escaped his lips. I looked up, keeping my fast pace going. Surely he was awake now. He wasn't.
With my other hand I reached down and undid my pants, beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing member and began to pull at it. This was all so much. I felt fingers wrap through my hair. My eyes closed tightly as I sped up. If I made it feel good enough he wouldn't want to hit me.
He pulled lightly. I gasped and pushed my knees up on the mattress and spread my legs, pulling up my shirt so that my nipples were exposed. Please say he was still asleep!
"Nnnh…Gene, faster." He moaned. I looked up. He was looking down at me with sparkling blue eyes. Those eyes, the same ones that made me feel wild the first day I'd seen him. I cried muffled cries as I gave him one long suck, pulling everything he had stored deep down into my mouth as I came too. I collapsed onto my side panting. Hot arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. I looked into those eyes as the salty taste of his seed continued to swim in my mouth. "I love you." He whispered, resting his forehead against mine, smiling.
"I love you too." I whispered back, my cheeks on fire. He pressed his lips against mine and held me there. This was what I had wanted for so long.

*****

"What is this? A porn novel?" Finny laughed, walking beside me, reading my essay that was done in English.
"No, she said she wanted to know how I'd react if I was in a room with someone I loved, and there it is." I replied. He laughed.
"It's nice. Did you hand the final in already?" He questioned. I nodded.
"I don't think she'll like that I love a boy though." I muttered, he laughed. We continued walking back from the swimming hall, both sharing an umbrella for it was raining hard. "Oh by the way, what did you write?" I asked. He stopped, forcing me to stop if I wanted to stay dry.
"I love Gene. Gene makes me happy." He smiled. My face turned red.
"You idiot! She's going to fail you!" I screamed. He shook his head and looked at me.
"No one can tell me how many words I have to write my love in. Love is free, and I love you. That's all." He leaned forward and kissed me. My cheeks turned hot as I kissed him back.
"I love you too."