Page 20 of Love is Strange
Griffin
I begin to roll over,forgetting that I shouldn’t have a boner at the moment. So I sit up and place one foot on the bed rail, hiding the offending extremity with my knee.
“You cool, bro?” Van asks me s Taylor walks out of the room after Graham.
“Yeah I’m good. Just a little sibling rivalry.” I fake a smile.
“You’ve been acting a little weird since the other night. You stormed out of there pretty quickly. What was up with that?”
“Nothing, man. I just had to get that girl’s skank off of me as quickly as possible, you know? Went straight up to shower.” He’d believe that I went to shower way more than if I told him I went to blow off steam in the gym.
Fuck! Fuck Graham. God damn it. I needed Van to get out of my face, like yesterday. I need to be alone.
“I’m gonna go grab a shower. Talk to you later,” I dismiss him.
When he leaves, I take a deep breath and lay back on my bed covering my face. What am I going to do? I have no idea, but first I need to get rid of this fucking erection. I grab my shit and head into the bathroom. I start the shower and keep the water at a cold temperature. I step under the spray of water and my body tenses at the chill, but I don’t care. I need to cool myself off so this boner will go away.
Trying to think of gross things doesn’t prove to be helpful. I place one hand on the wall of the shower, holding myself up.
“Fuck!” I shout, pounding my fist into the cheap ceramic tile next to my head.
For our entire lives Graham has always been right. It’s so damn annoying too. Just like him.
As I stand there, my eyes closed, my forehead pressed up against the wall, Graham’s face pops into my head. As furious as I am, the image of him calms me. It always has, even now when I want nothing more than to strangle him.
I take my hand and squeeze my hard-on gently. It hasn't softened up even a little bit since Graham left our room. I can’t even think straight right now. Graham’s five o’ clock shadow and chiseled body are floating around in my head and it just makes me harder.
I begin stroking my cock.
Suddenly, there is another guy with him too. I’m about to get mad at myself for envisioning someone else, but I quickly realize that the other guy is me. I’m kneeling before Graham and he is running his fingers through my hair. He is cupping my cheek with his hand. He leans down, grabs ahold of my face, and kisses me gently. When his hands release my face he stands back up with one hand still gripping my hair.
In a blink, his pants are gone and I’m grabbing his cock, working it with my hand.
Then, both of his hands are in my hair and he’s fucking my mouth gently.
In another blink, he has me bent over my bed fucking me, just like he said he would. It feels good. So wrong, but so, so, good. Then, it doesn’t feel wrong anymore. It feels right. It feels more right than anything has before. The sensation is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt with any of the girls I’ve fucked.
That feeling has me coming quick, hard, unabashedly. I’m a lot louder than I wanted and expected to be. But that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I’m so fucking screwed.
Chapter Five
Graham
It’s beenseveral days since Griffin and I had our little chat. While he’s still not talking to me, he’s no longer avoiding me. The guys have noticed the tension between us and they’re a little concerned, but it’s not like they’re planning to stage an intervention or anything like that, yet.
I am running late to my class on Ancient Cultures, so by the time I get there, there’s only one seat left. All the way in the back row, right next to Griff. He tries not to watch me climbing the steps of the lecture hall, heading straight toward him. My eyes never leave his face as I begin closing in on him. I know he can feel the pull we have on one another. I’ve felt it for years while he’s fought it. He finally looks up at me. As soon as we lock eyes, I see him shift in his seat a little and I cock an eyebrow knowingly.
His face turns red as he places his ankle on his knee trying to hide the tent that is growing larger between his legs. I wink at him as I take my seat but he just closes his eyes and shakes his head.
Halfway through the lecture, we still haven’t acknowledged each other. I shift in my seat and our legs rub together. It feels like electricity runs through us. Like the kind of shock you get when someone rubs their feet on the carpet and then touches you. Except this shock shook me straight to my core. I pull my leg back from his. Now I’m the one shifting in my seat. I try to focus my mind back on our professor droning on and on about the differences between the Incas and the Aztecs, but there is no point. I doubt I’d be hearing anything else for the rest of class.
Yearning to have that electricity run through us once again, I take my leg and move it to the right, closer to Griffin’s. I can feel his breathing change next to me. He stills and I look over at him. If anyone else were to look at him right now, they would see a student intent on soaking up all of the knowledge that they can from their professor.
When I look at him, however, I see an unfocussed glance toward the front of the lecture hall. I see a throbbing in his neck that wasn’t noticeable until just a few moments ago. I see an energy rolling off of him that tells me he’s turned on at the promise of connection.
I move my leg closer. I can feel the hair on our legs begin to intertwine and dance with each other. Pulling on one another. Begging to be held closer.
