Arthur Sakho

I was sprawled out on my couch with my blanket over me. I scrolled through the channels out of boredom. When I had been released from the hospital, my family went back home. My mom had offered to stay longer. Unlike Eva who had classes and my dad who had work, my mom could have done her writing from her laptop at my house. I just wanted things to go back to normal so I sent her home with my dad and Eva. I had Trevon to look after me. At least, when he wasn't in classes like he was now. I would be able to go back to school soon, but not yet. And even when I did go back, I'd have to be careful not to over exert myself so I'd have to limit my dancing. Being poisoned sucked.

Having given up on anything to watch, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through social media. Alice's arrest had been spread far and wide. Her family received a lot of hate. I would have felt bad for them, except it was clearer and clearer as the police investigation continued, that her younger sister encouraged her behavior and even gave her some of the ideas. I would have felt bad for her parents - the bakery they ran was now doing extremely poorly - except they kept saying it must have been my fault that their daughter acted that way.

People I didn't know on social media suddenly started following me. I had a lot of new followers. Most sent encouraging and supportive words. Some sent me hate saying I had ruined Alice and her family. I didn't respond to them. They were going to believe whatever they wanted to and no amount of explaining from me would satisfy them.

I closed social media and sent Sam and Danny a group text.

Me: I'm bored.

They didn't respond right away of course because they were in class. I sent a text to Scott.

Me: I'm bored.

Scott: Try to get some rest. I'm sure you still need it.

I frowned. That wasn't the response I wanted.

Me: How are things going with your boyfriend?

Scott: Good. We went camping again.

Me: Even though it's January and there is snow on the ground?

Scott: We rent a cabin. It's not camping in a tent. And the cold just gives us an excuse to cuddle more.

Me: By cuddle you mean sex.

Scott: yes

And because I was bored, I asked him for details. He didn't give me all the details, but enough that I was satisfied. Then he had to go to work and I was left flipping through the channels again. I couldn't even go down to the apartment gym because I was too weak. I hated being like this. And I was getting hungry.

My phone beeped with a message. I eagerly grabbed my phone to see who it was.

Tall Dark and Handsome: I'm on my way. Should I stop and get something to eat?

Me: Yes. Please yes. And hurry I'm bored.

Tall Dark and Handsome: On my way.

I breathed a little easier knowing he was on his way. When he arrived I didn't have to get up to let him in since we gave each other access to our apartments. We thought it wise after what happened to me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me. He leaned over the couch and kissed me on the forehead.

"Weak and bored," I said.

"Let's eat," he said. "Maybe it will give you a little bit of energy." He started to go to the kitchen with the bags of food, but I grabbed his wrist.

"I'm too weak to go to the kitchen," I said.

"Haven't you been off this couch today?" he asked.

"Only to go to the bathroom," I said.

"Fine," he said.

I sat up on the couch so he could sit next to me. I spread my blanket over his legs. He paused taking out the food to smile at me. He brought out a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He took off the lid and handed me the bowl with the spoon. There were lots of vegetables and chunks of chicken and the noodles were large. I took a bite as I leaned against his shoulder. It was good, but I was getting sick of soup. Trevon was afraid to bring me anything else because he thought my stomach couldn't handle it yet. He might have been right. He unwrapped a chicken sandwich for himself. At least this soup had chunks of chicken, vegetables and noodles instead of the plan tomato soup he had been bringing me.

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"How was your day?" I asked him.

"Good," he said in between bites. "I went to your professors and got the lessons you missed and those you'll have to miss the next few days."

I sat up and gave him a look.

"What?" he asked. "You've still got to do your homework."

"I was poisoned," I said. "I should get some leniency."

He paused with his sandwich in his hand before he said, "They did kind of say you could skip these assignments, but I'd thought you didn't want to miss out on anything."

I smacked his shoulder, careful not to spill the soup in the process. "Ow," he said.

"I can't believe you," I said as I settled back next to him. "You're impossible." I took another bite.

He had a few more bites of his sandwich before he ventured, "Are you angry with me?"

I sighed. "No. You're just really stupid for someone who is so smart."

We finished and cuddled on the couch watching my favorite reality show when Danny video called me. I answered immediately.

"Hello," I said brightly. Sam was with him. I angled the phone so both Trevon and I were on the screen.

"Hi," they said together. He had an arm casually draped over her shoulders. "We talked with the professors," Danny said. "And they've agreed to let us film the classes, especially the dances so you don't have to miss out on anything."

My throat suddenly closed off and moisture sprang to my eyes. I quickly blinked my eyes until they were normal again. "Thank you," I said. "I appreciate that."

"No problem," Danny said.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked.

"Just weak and tired. I hate it. I want to dance." My throat closed off again with my emotions.

"We'll let you go," Sam said. "Goodnight, take care."

"Bye," I said. I hung up with them. I stared down at the phone. I couldn't contain the tears any longer. I wanted to dance. I wanted to be strong again. I wanted to be in classes. I just wanted everything to be normal. A tear spilled onto my phone.

"Art," Trevon said quietly close to my ear. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't be strong in front of Trevon. A sob escaped me. I turned and buried my head in his shoulder as the tears came. "I want to dance," I said. My voice choked and I couldn't continue.

"Oh, beautiful," he said. His strong arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into his lap. He rubbed my back as I cried.

I pulled away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. One hand rested on my hip, but the other came up to gently brush the tears off my cheeks.

"Make love to me," I whispered.

"But," he started.

"I need it," I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. I buried my head in his shoulder again. "You can be as gentle with me as you want, just please."

He picked me up. The blanket tumbled to the floor. He carried me to my bedroom. He placed me gently on the bed. He stared down at me for a few long moments before he took off his shirt. I ran my hands down his chest, along the ridges of his stomach muscles. My hands landed on the hem of his pants. I looked up into his eyes as I unhooked the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. His breathing grew heavier.

He leaned down and kissed me. It was gentle at first as if he were afraid to hurt me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my tongue along his lips. He moaned. His mouth opened and my tongue slid in. His tongue slid with mine, wet and passionate. His hands slipped underneath my shirt and met my skin. His touch took my breath away like this was the very first time anyone had touched me. He broke away from the kiss to lift my shirt over my head. He tossed it to the side and bent down to kiss my chest.

My hands ran down his back until I met his pants again. I pulled them down slightly to expose his boxers.

I froze when his tongue rolled around my nipple and pleasure shot through me. A loud groan escaped me. He gently nibbled and I shifted underneath him. He kissed down my stomach. He pulled down my jogging pants and boxer briefs. He tossed them to the side and then finished pulling off his own pants and boxers. He tossed them next to mine. His impassioned eyes burned me as they roamed over my body. He hovered over my hard on. I could feel his breath. I squirmed with the pleasure until his hands held my hips still. He bent down and licked the tip, down the side to the base and back up the other side before he took me fully into his mouth. I moaned as my hips bucked up.

I forgot all about my exhaustion, all about everything that happened. In this moment it was only me and Trevon and that was all that mattered as his mouth continued to work me, as his head bobbed up and down, as his little moans met my louder ones, as the complete rapture filled my entire being. He pulled away and reached for the end table.

"Skip the condom," I said.

He looked at me carefully with his arm still outstretched.

"You've been tested. I've been tested. We're both clean." I reached up and caressed his cheeks feeling his warmth beneath my hands. "I just want to feel you."

He swallowed hard. His mouth crashed into mine, no longer gentle, but desperate with longing and love. He pulled away to get the lube. He put it on his fingers and then shifted over me again. I loved this view of him hovering over me with the intense fire of desire filling his being. The way he looked at me as if I was his prey and he wanted to devour me. I wanted him to devour me.

He crashed his lips to mine once again. My arms wrapped around his neck and I held onto him as tight as I could. His lips were rough, but his finger was gentle as he slid it inside me. I breathed out with the sensation. He kissed down my jaw, licked and nibbled my neck. Maybe it was because it had been a while since we had done this, maybe it was because he was being careful, but it took him longer to prepare me than usual. I didn't mind because each movement with the fingers sent tingles down my limbs and spine.

"Now," I said, my voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you inside me."

He swallowed hard and pulled back. Watching him rub the lube over his hard on filled me with a greater passion than when his fingers were inside me. He guided himself inside me. He didn't move at first. We stared at each other, savoring this moment. And then he began to move in and out. It was gentle at first. My arms wrapped around his neck almost desperately. My legs wrapped around his body completely so my ankles hooked around each other. This spurred him on faster and as he hit that spot inside me over and over again, my moans grew louder and louder. He just watched me with each movement as if he wanted to memorize everything about this moment. The intensity built and built until I shouted his name and released over him without him ever touching my hard on. As soon as he saw me climax, he climaxed inside me. He stared down at me a moment before he pulled out and sprawled out next to me. His cum dripped down my thigh and it was perfect and messy.

But now I was completely exhausted. I curled into him and quickly fell asleep vaguely aware that he cleaned me off, but not awake enough to say thank you.