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Trevon Carter

I watched Arthur as he did pull ups. I was on the row machine and I really was trying to pay attention to what I was doing, but Arthur's gray, wet with sweat shirt clung to his back and contoured his lean sinewy muscles. His arm muscles moved underneath his beautiful skin as he pulled up on the bar and then slowly came back down. Little beads of sweat glistened on his skin and all I wanted to do was lick it off.

I looked away before I could become too hard. Exercising with him might not be a good idea in the future now that I knew how distracted I would be. There was a lot I still needed to learn about Arthur, but as of now I liked him. A lot. And it wasn't just because he was handsome and he had defined muscles in places I never knew muscles existed. When he danced, he was exquisite. The way he spoke of his family was sweet. How he had handled Alice this morning was...well it was a quality I wished I possessed and he had done it so easily. It had been arousing.

We had already been at the gym for awhile. He had done several exercises. If it had been just me, I probably would have called it good and left a while ago.

His new movement caught my attention. He was now on a mat stretching. I got up from the row machine and joined him in stretching. I paused though when I saw how easy it was for him to do the splits. I wasn't even half as flexible as he was. I didn't try to do the splits. I didn't want to damage anything I might need for my night with Arthur.

I followed him to the elevator that took us back up to his apartment. After the movie, we came here first so we could change into gym clothes. I had a gym bag in the trunk of my car more out of habit from when I used to go to the gym with Alex and Vincent. I had a gym in my apartment building too so I rarely went out to a gym anymore.

"The bathroom is down the hall. You can shower in there. There is soap and everything in there already." Arthur told me. He moved to go to his bedroom.

"We're not taking a shower together?"

He smirked. "No. Because I would be too tempted to do more than just shower. We'll shower separately and then I'll make dinner."

"Fine," I said. I was hungry. I walked a step, but then had a sudden thought that he seemed too familiar with this routine. "Have you had other men here?"

"Sweetie, you don't think I'm a virgin or that you're the first man I've had over do you? I know you're not a virgin and I don't care."

"No," I said. "I didn't think you were and it doesn't matter to me. It was simply a question." I wasn't even sure why I had asked it now. A moment of jealousy I supposed.

He stepped up to me and patted my cheek. "Go shower," he said. "And don't forget to take your clothes." He pointed to the clothes I had been wearing earlier. They were neatly folded on his red couch. He retreated into his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

I got my clothes and went into his guest bathroom. I showered and got dressed. The condoms were still in my pocket. Tonight was the night. Unless he changed his mind. If he changed his mind, that was all right. It wouldn't be the only opportunity. And we had only known each other for two days. Maybe I needed to cool it with my hormones.

When I came into the living room, Arthur's bedroom door was still shut. I went into his kitchen. My apartment was mostly woods and leathers. His was light and airy with glass and colors. His kitchen was a mix of whites and reds. His stovetop was glass.

I opened his fridge. He was probably hungry. Maybe I should start dinner. Except, I didn't know what he wanted to eat. And more importantly, I wasn't a great cook. I hadn't had to cook much in my life and the few times I had tried didn't turn out well.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" Arthur asked from the kitchen door frame. He watched me as I stood there with his fridge door open.

"I thought you might be hungry and I should start dinner for you, but I don't know what you want. And I really can't cook."

He smiled and waved me away from the fridge door. "Is chicken and salad all right with you?" he asked. He pulled out a pack of chicken breasts. "If not, you can order to have something delivered. I won't mind. And you wouldn't be the first of my boyfriends to do so. I'm having chicken and salad though."

"Chicken and salad sounds good," I said. I hovered behind him as he began to open the pack of chicken breasts.

He paused and turned his head to look up at me. "What?" I asked.

"Don't hover," he said. "Go sit at the table or go in the living room and watch t.v."

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I went and sat in one of the white dining chairs around his glass dining table. He took out the chicken and seasoned it before starting to cook it. He washed his hands and then began on the salad. Another new side to him. It seemed like he knew what he was doing and it was attractive. I took a picture of him on my phone while he prepared the food.

He paused when he heard the click. "Do you always take weird pictures when people aren't posing?" he asked. "Take another one." He held up a tomato and the knife he was about to use to cut it. He posed with a cute smile on his face. I took the picture. He held up a cucumber and posed as if he was about to take a bite. I took another picture. He posed again with his leg raised straight in the air and the bowl of lettuce in one hand and the salad dressing in the other. I took several pictures of him as he posed with the food or as he posed while he was cooking. He was adorable.

"How many pictures of Alice do you have on your phone?" he asked as he grew serious and turned his attention back to the cooking chicken.

Uh...I quickly went in and deleted the naked pics she had sent me soon after we had started dating. "Not much," I said.

"As long as you end up with more pics of me on your phone, I don't care," Arthur said. He was possibly the greatest person alive.

While he finished preparing dinner, I went through my phone and deleted pics of Alice. I also spent a great amount of time staring at the pics I had just taken of Arthur.

He set the food on the table as well as plates and silverware.

"Is water okay?" he asked.

"Water is fine," I said.

He filled up two glasses with water from his fridge and then he finally settled down in the chair across from me. He studied me carefully as I took the first bite of chicken.

It was juicy and the spices were perfect. "It's delicious," I said.

He smiled grandly at this and then began to eat. After we ate, we went and cuddled on his couch and watched t.v. I had my arms around him as he leaned back against my chest. He had offered to watch whatever I wanted, but I didn't really watch t.v. much so we watched what he wanted to. I regretted it. I should have suggested something. Anything so we didn't have to watch these unrealistic reality shows where they all flirted like crazy and acted like jerks. He laughed when the people argued or when there was drama. I ended up just watching him and his reactions.

The night grew later. The reality shows were over. Late night shows were starting. He found those amusing too. I leaned down and kissed his neck. His laughing stopped and his body paused. I kissed him by the base of his jaw. He turned his head so his lips met mine. His hand came up to caress my cheek, to pull me deeper into the kiss. Our lips melded together over and over as the kiss continued. I licked his lips. His tongue rushed out to meet mine. His body moved against mine rubbing against my groin. My hand around his waist slipped under his shirt near his waistband. My fingers lingered on each stomach muscle as our kiss continued. I slowly moved my hand up to his chest until my fingers found his nipple. They rubbed over it and pinched it. He moaned against my lips. His mouth paused in his kiss.

"Bed," he said breathlessly.

I didn't need any more encouragement. We stood up, our bodies pressed together, but he turned so he was fully facing me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me so our lips met again. My hands rested on his hips, traveled down over the curves of his luscious glutes. I paused there a moment before my hands trailed down to the back of his thighs. I lifted him and he wrapped his legs around my waist stirring my semi hard on.

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He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor as I walked into his bedroom. I placed him on the bed. His legs yanked me on top of him. He tugged my shirt off and let it fall somewhere near the bed. His fingers undid the button on my pants while we continued our kiss. His legs released my waist just long enough for me to pull off my pants and boxers. Then I was kissing him again as my fingers undid his own pants button. My kisses trailed down his neck slowly. My tongue darted out to lick the hollow of his neck. He moaned and shifted underneath me. I continued to kiss down his chest, his stomach. I slid off his pants and boxer briefs. His underwear was gray with pink hearts. I briefly wondered what happened to my boxers that he had borrowed from me in the morning.

I trailed kisses from the bottom of his legs up to his knees, through his thigh, higher to his hip. He grabbed my cheeks with both of his hands and pulled my mouth back up to his lips. He flipped me onto my back as we kissed so he was now on top. He kissed down my neck. His hands ran over my chest and stomach.

He sat up on top of me and looked down at me. "You are so sexy," he said in a low voice that sent shivers through me. I sat up and crashed my lips to his. My arms came around his waist. I was about to flip him over onto the bed, but he must have sensed it because he broke away from the kiss and pushed on my shoulders until I was flat on my back again.

"Let me take care of everything," he said.

He grabbed the lube off his night stand and spread it over his fingers. Then he shifted slightly while sitting on me as he began to insert his own fingers inside himself. He bit his bottom lip in ecstacy and just watching him almost sent me over the edge. My hands rubbed over his strong thighs.

"Condoms," he said.

"My pants pocket," I could barely speak. I pointed in the direction my pants fell. He crawled over the bed letting me get a good look at all of him. He was exquisite.

He got a condom from my pocket and crawled back to me on the bed. He rolled the condom on me and used a generous portion of lube. He was beautiful and powerful as he positioned himself and slid me into him. He moved and shifted above me. In and out. He was powerful and beautiful. His moans of desire shot electricity through me. I was so enamoured with him, I couldn't move. Somewhere in the back of my mind there was something that told me to touch him, to kiss him, but I could only watch him as he held my body captive to his desires.

My eyes trailed down his handsome, strong body and lingered on his hard on. It was only then that the spell broke momentarily. I should pleasure him as he pleasured me. My hands squeezed his thighs as they traveled up towards his hard on. But before I could even touch it, he released.

Seeing his body in such ecstacy caused my own to shudder with pleasure and I climaxed. He rolled off me and cleaned us both off. He snuggled in beside me with his head on my chest and his hand on my stomach.

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"Goodnight, sweetie," he said.

"Goodnight, beautiful."