Guy and Shy

Hey I actually made it (Despite my best efforts)  with the second post of the week. Ya! So here’s another short cute and quick story. Couldn’t find a picture so sunflowers! Ya! Enjoy the story!

His tongue invades mine, heavy hands pushing my sides against the tub, the weight of his muscle’s pressing against my chest, our bodies melding together.

“You listening? Hey!” the snap of finger’s flashes in front of me. They boy who, in only my dreams, pushes me against the tub sits across from me on the bed, various Playboy mags spread along the sheets. “They sure like their bathroom photo shoots don’t they?” he says glancing at the magazine spread out in my hands,  “Bet you’re the type to get lead on by the girl bathroom or otherwise eh, eh,” Guy nudges his fist into my side.

“Ya,ya,” I reply my voice a whisper, silently studying the muscle’s that go up his arm, light shining along the crest of the muscle’s and shadow’s inking in the valley’s. His summer tan glazing over his skin.

When was the last time I’d seen him without anything? How much has he grown since then? Were his leg muscles as thick as I remember? Had that grown?

“You’re off in la la land aren’t you?” Guy’s face pops in front of mine, “And I bet your enjoying it all to yourself!”

Guy’s weight pushes me down, a panic overtaking me as our bodies’ fall along the bed our head’s laying next to each other. The scar notched over his nose falling under my shadow. He wrap’s his bare legs around me, resting on my thighs as he rolls himself on top.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, and stop you’re squirming, “he says knocking his feet against my legs, but I think you’d make a cute girl, Shy, and if I hadn’t checked your ball’s that one time I’d have fallen for you by now, so, what I’m trying to say is. Stop blushing like a chick, crossing your legs like a chick, and starting at me with those eyes like a chick, it’s enough to make my heart give out, ok?”

“We can still hold hands, right?”

“See,” Guy says holding his finger out, “That’s your problem, you don’t whisper those words and you definitely don’t blush!”’

“Its just that…” I want  to hold your hand, even if I can’t say it.

“At the rate you’re going we might as well kiss with how much I baby you, now look at this,” he rummages through the magazines.

What does a kiss taste like? Does it taste like lemons? Or a starbursts? Maybe deep down we share that thought. I can hope, I squeeze my hand around his, “Can you get off?”

“Hmm, ya,” he drops his search of the magazine’s and plops himself on the bed. I lift myself up the tail end of my over-sized shirt draping across my lap.

“Check this one out,” he says handing over a magazine, “You like em with a bit of muscle right?” I nod pretending to look over the magazine as Guy sits absorbed in the crackling paper, lost in the images that lay across the page. Those thoughts begin to pile up on the floor of my mind, his lips against mine, on my ears, running along my neck, his bare skin against mine

“You’re not even reading it are you.”

“Huh, what!” The thoughts scatter, hot streaks running along my cheeks, “Well uhh, there not easy to read!” my voice screeches with the rushed answer.

 

“And you call yourself a hot blooded man? Here, hand em over,”

“Here,” Guy sorts the magazine’s up and slide’s them beneath his bed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s got nothing to do with you, your just you and you always will be,” he give’s my hair a rustle, he use to do that a lot more.

“So what are we doing now?” I ask cocking my head to the side.

“You brought your movie right?”

I nod, “It’s better than the last one.”

“I can only imagine,” Guy say’s forcing a smile, “Well, slam it in there,” he eases himself beside the bed, resigning himself to his fate.

We rest against the bed the TV playing in front of us.

I’ve always liked romances, and I always envy the heroine, their touch is met by a smile, their embrace by embrace. I don’t know if I want that. Even if I want his touch, I don’t want to lose him, but its frustrating to sit beside him as a passenger. Then there’s dad, mom, big sis, almost big sis and all the others. Would I lose them to? I don’t know any of the answers.

In the soft chatter of the TV I can’t hide my feelings, they bubble up rolling of my eyes in pearls of water.

“It’s not even that soppy,” Guy take’s my hand in his, “toughen up a little.”

“Right?” I brush the tears off, “If you ever get a girlfriend she’d be pretty jealous right now,” I say lifting our hands up.

“But I don’t have a girl, yet, but I got Shy and right now, that’s more than enough, heck, you might as well be a girl with how you act but you’re my pal, so as long as you’re fine with it I’ll hold your hand till you let go.”

I, who only think of his touch, have a really good friend, “Thanks,” the strumming in my chest slows. He doesn’t stop me as I lean into his shoulder

“I swear you’re bad for my health,” he squeezes my hand, “Don’t go flaking on me.”

My tears drop on to his plain white t-shirt, “I can’t make any promises,” I say smiling as I look up into his eyes.  He sighs leaning against me.

The movie flicker’s on, Guys warmth and scent wraps around my crumbling emotions. My heart begins a drowsy beat the warmth of sleep crawling over me. I nuzzle against Guy my cheek resting on his neck.

Even if the heroine always got her loved one, I think I can live with having this person by my side, but I want to hold and be held by him, so, I might break this precious bond. But.

At this moment.

“I can’t say I understand you or what your thinking right now,”

I really.

“But get some rest and if you can,”

Really,

“Talk to me about it.”

Admire this person.