Vincent Kinsington

The next few days passed the same, Chet and I had lunch together and then he would call me on his way home after soccer practice. Except last night - Wednesday - he texted me after his away game. He was back for school today and we had lunch together, but instead of calling me after practice, he was going to take the bus to my apartment. When he found out I was good at math, he asked me to help him with his finance assignment which I was happy to do. And I had a business calculus assignment so we could work on them together.

I had offered to pick him up after soccer practice, but he was worried someone might see us so he was going to take the bus here. I had my laptop open in front of me, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I could only think about Chet. I closed my laptop giving up. I took out my business calculus book and a pencil. They sat on the table. It was too obvious. I moved them to the kitchen counter. That just looked weird. I put them back in my backpack.

Wait. I didn't have any dinner ready for him. He'd be hungry right after soccer practice and it was about dinner time anyway. There was a knock on my door. He was here and I didn't have anything to feed him.

I opened the door. Chet stood on the other side with an infectious smile and a bag of take out food from the barbeque place down the street.

"I thought you might be hungry," he said. "Why are you smiling like that?"

I shook my head and stepped aside so he could enter. I couldn't get rid of the smile on lips. "I was just thinking the same about you," I said, "that you would probably be hungry and I didn't have any food to feed you."

Chet put the food on my little, round table. "I am hungry," he said.

I took out plates and got glasses of water as he pulled the food out of the bag. We talked about little things as we ate - soccer, school, friends. When we were done, I cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the kitchen sink. I expected him to start on his finance homework at the table, but when I came out of the kitchen, he was on my bed with his back propped against the headboard. His knees were curled up and he had his open finance book sitting on his thighs.

I paused to smile at him. Before my stare could turn awkward, I got my business calculus book and pencil and went and sat on the other side of the bed. I scooted close to him though so if he needed my help like he said he did, I would be easily accessible to him.

He went through the first several problems without asking for my help so I concentrated on my own homework. I kept glancing at his homework, but as far as I could tell he had answered all of the problems correctly and with ease. I was beginning to think he didn't really need help with his homework.

He finished before I did and put his book and pencil on the end table next to my bed.

"That one is wrong," he said pointing at one of the problems I had just finished. I raised an eyebrow at him. He came to my apartment because he said he needed help with his homework not because he was going to help me with mine.

He smiled so sweetly at me that I couldn't help but smile back. I checked the problem he had pointed out and he was right, it was wrong. I corrected it and went on to the next problem. He pulled out his phone and leaned against me while he flipped through soccer news articles.

When I was through, I put my book on the end table next to my side of the bed and wrapped my arms around Chet holding him close to me. He put his head on my shoulder and continued to read the article on his phone. It was something about the Division I soccer tournament, but I was more interested in him than the article.

I kissed his cheek. He had his phone up as if he was still reading the article, but I knew he wasn't. I kissed his jaw. I nuzzled his cheek with my nose until my mouth was near his ear.

"Why did you ask for help with your finance assignment when you clearly don't need help?"

He turned his head to face me. We were so close I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"I wanted an excuse to come over," he said.

"You don't need an excuse," I said. "You can come over anytime."

"Really?"

I nodded and smiled at him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in those few inches to kiss me. His lips were soft, warm. Our lips moved with each other. They were small kisses at first, but it didn't take long for them to escalate into something passionate. Soon it wasn't just our lips, but our tongues as well swirling together, entwining. I pulled away when I realized he was now flat on his back on my bed and I was hovering over him. I wasn't sure how we got into that position. His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist crushing our lower halves together. He lifted his head off the bed so his lips could meet mine again.

I kissed him and he settled back on my bed. My lips trailed down away from his mouth, down his chin, down his neck. When I kissed the bare spot where his neck met his collarbone, a soft moan escaped him. I pulled down his green t-shirt just slightly so I could access the spot better. He moaned again. His fingers on my back slipped underneath my shirt. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but I was suddenly aware of his semi hard on and mine. I wasn't prepared to go any further than this. We had never discussed anything and honestly, I knew the basics, but I should have more knowledge on man/man sex. I rolled off him so I was on my back next to him.

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He raised a dark eyebrow at me as if questioning why I stopped. Was it too soon to talk about condoms and whatever else we might need? I didn't even know.

He moved so he was now hovering over me. It took my breath away to see him like that. His head slowly bent so he was kissing me. Instead of pulling away to discuss things, my arms wrapped around him. His lips parted from mine to trail along my jawline. Instead of going down my neck, his lips neared my ear. He took the bottom of my earlobe in his mouth and ran his tongue along it. A wave of pleasure that I'd never felt before burst through me and a sound involuntarily escaped my lips. He didn't stop, if anything it seemed to spur him on even more and another moan escaped my lips. Intense desire hit me and I wanted him in any way I could have him. I was hard, not just a little, not semi, I was full on poking him and he knew it. I pushed him off.

He rolled off and smirked quite proud of himself. He didn't hide it when he looked at my crotch. I pushed him playfully in the forehead as I scrambled off the bed clumsily and went to the bathroom. The door slammed louder than I had intended. I pulled off my clothes and got into the shower. I turned the temperature to cold. When the cold and shock of the water finally worked, I turned the temperature to a comfortable one and washed. I got out and dried myself. It wasn't time for bed, but it was late enough that I would normally just change into sweatpants and a t-shirt for bed.

I opened the door a crack. The sounds of a videogame came from my bedroom.

"Chet?"

"Yeah?" he called from my bedroom. I was relieved he hadn't left while I was in the shower.

"Could you bring me a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from my dresser?"

"Yeah," he said.

I waited with the door opened slightly as I heard him shuffling in my room and opening drawers. He brought me a black pair of sweatpants, a red t-shirt and red boxers. He handed them off to me, but tried to peek inside the door. I smirked at him and closed the door before he could get a good look. I had a towel around my waist so he wouldn't have been able to really see anything anyway.

I got dressed and went into my bedroom. Chet sat on the couch playing one of my videogames. I sat next to him and stared at his profile as he concentrated on the game. He acted like he didn't care that I was staring at him but he must have because he died in the game. He put the controller on the coffee table and turned to face me. He didn't say anything, he just stared back as I stared at him. I wanted to memorize every little detail about his face.

I leaned into him and kissed him. His hands came up to cup my cheeks. Our kiss ended up with him on his back again and me hovering over him on the couch.

"Sleep over," I whispered against his lips. His body froze underneath me and I knew despite his escapades on the bed earlier that he wasn't ready for sex yet either.

"I mean actually sleep," I clarified. He relaxed. "Is that okay?" I asked. "Will your family worry?"

"I'm an adult. I can spend a night away from home."

"I know," I smiled, "but you said last time your sister worried."

"I'll send them a text and say I'm spending the night at a friend's," he said. "I don't have any clothes to wear though."

"You can wear some of mine," I said.

He smirked. "They'll be too big on me."

"My clothes would be sexy on you," I said.

"Okay," he said.

I got off him and went to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of black boxers and turned back to him showing them off as if that was what I expected him to wear. He threw a couch cushion at me.

"Fine," I said. I turned back to my dresser and pulled out some gray sweats and a blue t-shirt. He took them from me and went into the bathroom to change. He came out a few minutes later with his own clothes neatly folded. He put them next to his backpack. My pants were too long for him and the shirt slid on his shoulder slightly exposing the defined muscle underneath. The pants were a little big around the waist, but the crotch and thighs fit well.

"I don't suppose you have an extra toothbrush," he said.

"Actually, I do." He followed me into the bathroom. I took out a toothbrush still packaged from the bottom drawer underneath the sink. I put toothpaste on his and my toothbrushes and we brushed our teeth together. Weird how watching my boyfriend brush his teeth could turn me on. He nudged me as if me watching him annoyed him, but I saw the corners of his mouth lift into a smile.

He followed me out when we were through. He sat on my bed and sent a text. He crawled underneath the covers. It was a little early for bed, but I wasn't going to argue. I climbed into the other side. His phone beeped and he checked the text message he just received.

"See?" he said as he showed me the screen, but I didn't look away from his face. "It's all good." He set his phone back on the end table. "I don't suppose you have an extra charger?" he asked.

I got out of bed and got a few of my different chargers. I had one that fit his phone so I plugged it in so his phone still sat on the end table next to him. I plugged in my own next to my side of the bed and climbed underneath the covers again. It was strange now that I thought about it. From the first time he was on my bed, we had our spots as if that was the way it had always been and always would be. I was always on the right and he was always on the left.

As soon as I was in the bed we both shifted together, our arms around each other. We looked at each other without saying anything for awhile before I leaned in to kiss him gently. Our kisses didn't get too heated. It was just nice to be this close to him, to feel his lips on mine.

"Don't leave early in the morning." I didn't mean to whisper it but that was how it came out exposing my vulnerability. "Be here when I wake up."

"I will," he said.

"I'll give you a ride to school in the morning," I went on.

"Okay, but I like to leave early to get to the sports building."

"That's fine," I said. "I can drop you off and then go do something else before school starts. Maybe Alex will meet me at the gym. We usually go a couple of times a week."

"Okay," Chet said.

I put my cheek against his hair as he curled up against me, still holding me as I was still holding him.

"Goodnight, Vince."

I smiled. I didn't think Chet had any clue how much his presence meant to me.

"Goodnight, Chet."