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."
