My sweat slowly trickled down. The game was getting intense. “Jump, slash, dodge, Cure…” I mumbled. I felt a warm wisp of air. He genteelly kissed my neck. “Stop it, Logan. Not right now, can’t you see that I’m in the middle of a game.” I said with a gentle moan. He knew my weak spot. I’ve told him now countless and said that I wasn’t ready. He began to wear me down.
“That’s the point. You need a little break. Come let me give you a different game to play.” He said with a sense a tease in his voice. He kissed that spot on my neck that put me into ecstasy. He held it there for a moment to see if I would follow him. “You’re no fun Dennis. You one of the few guys that I dated that have that kind of will power. Why are you so reluctant to ******** I may be bi and dating you but I have morals. I like you a lot but I need to be in love before that can happen, stud. Besides my hearts still healing.”
“Here we go again.” At that moment I paused the game.
I turned and faced him. “Yes there I go. Yes I was heartbroken buy my first love that I never dated. Yet, here I am with you.” I pinned him down upon my bed that look like it extended form the window. “I’m with you. I’m slowly falling.” He tried to get up. “Oh no you don’t.” I pushed him down yet again. “You’re mine for a while.” I leaned in. like a puzzle being complete, my lips enclosed with his. Our tounges danced with each other. Lightly releasing from each other. Breathing in quickly and shallowly and returning to the tango that awaited.
This was all that happen between us physically. Just making out. At least Logan was able to understand. He really cares about me. I want to do more, but I can’t. I’m too afraid. “I really care about you and glad that you’re with me. Just grant me more time.” He thought. I rested my head on his chest just above his heart. I heard his heartbeat. The rhythm reminded him of a beat of running a marathon. “He really cares.” It couldn’t be sure that it was love. Love was a strong emotion and a strong word. Logan’s hand gently rubbed my head. “I don’t deserve you.” I thought. Logan was wonderful. He was kind a gentle, even though his taste of music could do with an adjustment. His physical feature weren’t bad ether. Quite attractive, his body was well toned. His upper arms held a melting tone of teenage muscle (Fifteen inches), under his shirt laid toned and defined abdomens. I always feel safe in his arms. How is it that you came into my life? I am falling and I’m almost to the ground.
“Lost in thought there?” Logan said with that same voice that reassured me that I have him.
“A bit. Why?” I asked.
“Well, you’ve been so quiet and still for the last half hour that ii thought you fell asleep on me.”
“That would be a bad thing?”
“No, but…”
“How about I wake us up? Come on follow me.” I grabbed his hand a clasped it tight. He brought me happiness that I missed for so long. I lead him to the basement, “Wait right here.” I dashed up the stairs and grabbed my PS2. I quickly ran back down.
“What are we going to do?”
“DDR. What else? Why don’t we also make it interesting?”
“Sure, but how?”
“I’ll show you in a bit.”
I pulled out the mats that were in the cabinet beneath. I got ever thing set up. “Now after Five rounds I’ll show you what will happen.” I pushed the button to start the game. “Now shoes off.” We both took off our shoes and stepped on the mats. The game was ready. “Ready?”
“Of course.” Logan replied.
The game began. By the third round we had to take our shirts of from the heat. Sweat glazing our bodies. “Only two more song to go are you ready?” I asked.
“Yeah I’m ready. Ready to whoop your a**.” Logan said with a boyish charm.
“You wish.” I replied and we started again.
The forth song had finished. It was Logan’s turn to pick the song. He selected it and as we were about to began I grabbed his hand. Pulled his body to me and kissed him. The tango of our tounges gave us complete ecstasy. “Did I say fifth? What I meant was the forth.” We gazed into each other’s eyes. I looked into those big blue eyes and almost all my worries melted away. We slung ourselves on to the futon. We held each other for what seemed like an hour.
“I wish that we could stay like this forever.” Logan whispered gentle in my ear.
“I know. Being with you is bliss.”
“I got to get going before my parents worry.” He got up and put his shirt on. He turned around and genteelly kissed my lips.
I grabbed his hand before he departed. “Call me when you get home so that I know that you’re safe and sound.”
He looked at me with those gentle caring eyes and said, “Of course.” Without another word he dashed up the stairs and out the door.