Chapter 2: Dominate me
The blinding sunlight seeping through the slit of the curtain brought me back from my peaceful slumber. I stretched my arms outward as I tried to shake off the remaining sleep from my body.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open, revealing a still soundly asleep Joss in front of me. None of it was a dream.
I scoured and molested his barely covered unconscious body with my eyes. Every breath he took made his muscles every slightly shift, enticing me to inch closer and just lasciviously drag my wet tongue over every edge, every ripple of his chiseled figure.
I looked further down and an audible gasp escaped my mouth as I saw half of his huge and fully erect cock was exposed above the flaps of Ashton's sorry excuse for a boxer shorts. His flaring head was perched angrily against his navel, connected to the thickest and smoothest shaft that I thought only existed in porn.
His thickness stirred my horniness to another level to the point that I actually considered taking the risk of touching it or even tasting it while we're at it. I don't know for how long I was ogling his massive package, but I felt half of my soul leave my body when our eyes connected.
I turned my head away in a snap, immediately feeling the blood and heat rush to my cheeks.
"Morning, dude..." he whispered in a throaty voice.
"Morning, Joss." I replied. We were enveloped with uncomfortable silence for a while. I dared to look at him again and his eyes were once again shut.
He looked unreal. I took a few moments to appreciate his angelic face when he suddenly caught my eyes staring at him shamelessly, and I just know that I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"It's past 7, Joss... You still have to go home, so you should get up now or you'll be late." I reminded him.
He didn't budge, so I attempted to get up from the bed before he pinned me down by my chest.
"I'm still sleepy... Can't drive while still sleepy..." he gruffly whispered before he was yet again, fast asleep.
He wasn't acting weird or iffy so it didn't seem like he remembered anything that happened last night. I could still faintly remember the feeling of his thick member against the plumpness of my backside, pressing forward and back hungrily. Fuck.
He eventually woke up and took off after a few moments. He picked me up on the way to school, and it was yet another turning point for our friendship. He gradually became more and more intimate towards me, way more intimate than he would allow himself to act in front of his friends, and it's giving me weird signals in my head.
Whenever he went over to our house, or Ashton and I went over to his, he would playfully hug me randomly, especially when Ashton wasn't around. It didn't matter if we were just hanging out or playing a random game on his console. He would lift me off the couch and make me sit on his lap. He would then rest his chin on my shoulder, sending crazy tingles from the spot whenever his aftershave stubble would gently prick my raw and sensitive skin.
It took me out of focus every single time, and he just loved seeing my nervous reaction.
We were watching a movie one time in our living room and Ashton went to bed ahead because he was tired from training. I was actually invested in what we were watching until Joss pulled me towards him and my head was perched against the side of his hard pecs. His arm snaked around my back as his hand rested on the area just above my hip. He absentmindedly rubbed his palm against my skin and tapped his fingers repeatedly on it.
All of a sudden, I forgot about the movie. I forgot why Joss was even here in the first place, and all I could think about was the steady rhythm his fingers made as they glided against my skin.
"You smell so good, Leo..." he whispered in a gruff voice. I sank the side of my face further against his body to conceal my probably red as a beet face.
There were also moments when he would "kiss" me in a teasing manner. We were playing Left 4 Dead in his house, and Ashton and Tomas were sitting on the single sofa closer to the TV, their focus completely on the game, while Joss and I were squeezed together in one corner of the wider sofa. He would purposely die in the game so he could bend towards me and subtly angle his face towards the crook of my neck, barely grazing his lips against my skin. The feeling is ethereal, almost ghostly, as if I couldn't figure out if he was actually kissing me or I'm just overly sensitive.
I let out an unsolicited whimper, and he smirked at my reaction. He proceeded to aggressively nuzzle his nose against the base of my neck and whiffed in hard, taking my scent in like a maniac. He pulled away.
"You smell like a baby..." he teased. He wasn't fazed with whatever he was doing even if Ashton and Tomas were within hearing distance.
These seemingly small things he does made me crazy, but the worst ones yet were when he would openly stare at me with all the love in the world in his eyes. He loved getting a reaction from me, and I couldn't stop it because it was a reflex on my part.
During random times when we were talking, he would completely give me his focus, staring deep into my eyes and looking at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world. I would usually get lost in my train of thought and there were even times when I stuttered so hard that I had to stop talking altogether. He grins over his effect on me, and it made me realize more and more how crazy he was about asserting dominance.
I noticed it way before, but he was gradually becoming less and less subtle about it.
I was getting used to his treatment, and I woke up one day thinking about him first thing in the morning. I looked forward to seeing him, touching him, and just being around him. It was the highlight of my day, and just when I thought everything was the way I wanted it to be, his girlfriend Denise started waiting for him in the gym every afternoon.
His teammates, including Ashton, were also very friendly towards Denise, and I could feel that she was a really nice girl. For a while, it was just me and Ashton grabbing dinner together, and it felt like there was a gaping hole in my heart. Something was missing. My mind would helplessly wander to what they could possibly be doing, considering the fact that his dreams when we slept together for the first time were of his girlfriend Denise.
It was all irrational. I never had any right to be jealous and I never will, but it's harsh for him to make me cling to a non-existent hope that by the smallest fraction of chances, he might be able to reciprocate what I felt for him, but I reckoned that at some point in time, I had to wake up from this dream. I was in too deep, but I knew I had to cut these feelings that I kept nurturing before it was too late.
I stopped going to the gym after my training altogether. I made it a point to get out of the tennis court right after training was done to either eat out with my other friends or grab dinner alone and take the bus home. I wouldn't be able to move on if I were to see him every single day, and it's a small sacrifice I'm willing to take.
It wasn't easy, however. Ashton began asking questions, but I was able to convince him that I was just extremely busy with schoolwork with all the upcoming examinations, and he thankfully let it go. After about a couple of days, Joss left me a message from his Instagram.
"Hey, Leo. You haven't been around lately? Hope everything's okay."
"Hey man. Sorry about that, I was busy studying for exams. :("
"That sucks. Let me know if you're down to study together sometime then? Miss you, man."
I waited for a few minutes before replying, just to make sure that he won't reply back. Frankly, I didn't know how to respond to his last message.
"Sure. See you around!"
I stopped hanging out with their group after that. I practically avoided them like the plague. It was a gloomy Friday afternoon and it had been almost a week since I last saw Josiah, and I was about to head out from the tennis court when I spotted him waiting just outside the gate. There's no other way out of the court, so it would be pointless to avoid him. I tried anyway. I pretended to look at my phone and angled my front away from him as I passed him.
"Hey, Leo," he called. I faced him and he looked so dapper and fresh. It was as if every progress I thought I made of moving on from him crumbled to nothingness.
"Oh, hey joss. What are you doing here? Finished early?" I acted as best as I could to make it seem like everything was normal.
