Ihave to use every muscle in my face to control the huge grin that wants to escape. Knowing that he wants me to stay is making me way too excited. He’s still standing in front of his door, looking up at me. I school my features and drop my hand from his face. His eyes are dull golden brown, reflecting how exhausted he must be after going through a panic attack. He didn’t fall asleep on the way here, but he also wasn’t present either. I asked him about five times if he was alright and where he lived before I decided to call Lily.
"Do you want to go lay down in your room?" I point to the door behind him. I noticed three doors when I walked in, all of which were closed. Lily said he lives alone and doesn’t like visitors, so the state of his place might be a mess. But other than a pile of blankets on the couch, it looks and smells fine.
He looks at the door for a few seconds, struggling with what to do. When he looks back at me, his cheeks are flushed a soft pink, but I have no idea what he could be embarrassed about. He looks away and walks past me to where his couch sits in front of a tiny TV mounted to the wall.
There's a sliding glass door, like what I have at my condo, on the far wall. Walking up to it, I look at the view but then remember these are the student townhouses. His view is of the dark pond in the back of campus.
He doesn't have a big balcony. It’s barely wide enough for a chair to fit sideways on. I go to turn around but stop when I spot a black bar running across the bottom of the door. It's oneof those security bars that has a lock on it to keep it in place, preventing it from being moved to open the door. There's also a small metal plate screwed to the frame right up against the door that slides open, essentially preventing the door from opening. The screws are stripped like someone tried to remove the plate but didn’t have the right-sized screwdriver. Why would he need two security locks when he's on the third floor?
Scrunching my brows together, I turn to ask him, but he’s not behind me.
"Charlie?"
I take a step towards the closed bedroom doors when I notice the heap of blankets on the couch move.
I walk up to the couch and sit in the middle seat so I'm right next to the pile of blankets. I gently pull the top blanket down and find another. Then another. I let out a soft chuckle as I grab the rest, pull them down, and finally find him.
He's tucked in the corner of the couch, hugging his legs to his chest with his forehead on top of his knees.
"What are you doing under all these blankets? It's got to be hot as hell under..." I lean over and count them. "Six blankets. You don't have the a/c up that high," I smile playfully so he knows I’m teasing.
He turns his head towards me, keeping it on his knees, and I notice his tired, red-rimmed eyes.
"I'm really tired," he whispers.
"You can lay down and use my legs as a pillow if you want.” I scoot over so he has room to lie down across the couch. He moves slowly as he places his head on my left thigh and covers the rest of his body with three blankets.
“Want me to put something on TV for you?”
The blankets lift as he shrugs. “I don’t watch TV. You can watch whatever you want.” He sounds like he’s seconds from sleep.
I spot the remote on the end table, so I grab it and turn it on. He has Hulu Live but no other streaming services, so I channel surf for a few minutes, looking for a movie to watch. When I land on one of the Avatar movies, Charlie lets out a soft sound, and his weight becomes heavier on my leg as he relaxes.
I set the volume low and put the remote back on the table. Draping my arm over the back of the couch, I settle back into the cushion. I’ve never watched one of these movies from start to finish, so I have no idea how long is left. The big ass blue alien dude with a tail is being cornered in a huge forest with some weird black dog things attacking him.
Fuck, those things are creepy.
As the movie continues, I find myself moving my hand from the back of the couch to his hip. He doesn’t make a move to remove my hand, so I leave it there. But by the time blue dude is brought to meet the rest of the tribe, my hand has moved to his head. I weave my fingers through his silky soft locks. I thought he had black hair but this close I can see that it’s actually dark brown.
Movie forgotten, I can’t help but watch him sleep. The cut from a few days ago when he fell is a light pink line now. It sits in a bed of tiny light brown freckles that cover the top of his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. I’m about to trace them with my finger when he twitches and lets out a whimper.
“No, please. I-I won’t do it again. Please don’t,” he mumbles, turning his face into my thigh.
What the hell?
“You’re okay, Charlie. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I run my fingers over the back of his head.
He shifts so he’s facing the back of the couch with his face inches from my crotch. I move his longer pieces of hair out of his face and leave my hand resting on the back of his head. It doesn’tlook like he woke up. Hopefully, the bad dream doesn’t come back, so he can stay right here.
I wake sometime later with Charlie still asleep on me but he’s down to only one blanket and his head is now directly over my dick. He’s still facing me, looking so peaceful and sexy with his sleep-mussed hair.
Shit. Don’t get hard. DO. NOT. GET. HARD!
Of course, it doesn’t listen and starts to harden under his head.
Walking in on my parents fucking.
My stick snapping in half.