The crisp, New England air wafted in a soft, fresh breeze along the path as the two young men walked side by side. While the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun danced among the multicolored leaves. Although, the brisk, autumn chill made their breath linger with faint wisps of steam in the air.
Although, it did make a convenient excuse to press in close to each other. To share the comfort of their combined warmth as they strolled towards the coffee shop. Hoping to grab a quick, warming drink before they began the day.
The two had met on a day much like this one, several years ago, while attending the University of Vermont. Seth had been a frequent runner back then and was usually out running whenever he'd had some free time. Not only because he liked to stay in shape, but it was a good way to clear his head before or after classes. Although, it was more that he felt it a duty to keep the perfect ass and thighs nature had gifted him with, in good form.
It was on one of those usual mornings, pre-class runs that he'd met Nigel. Like an appearance of Adonis himself, the young man had emerged from the light morning fog before him. Long, slender legs pumped and chest heaved at the exertion of pushing him through the brisk, early air. Which shifted against the tight fit of his light blue running shorts.
His slender body twisted and moved in an almost fluid-like grace that drug ones gaze up to watch as he ran past. The young man couldn't be more than six feet tall, five-foot-seven or eight at most. While his lean, twinkish body couldn't be more than one-hundred and fifty pounds. Which explained why the white, long-sleeved UVM sweatshirt he wore hung loose in such an alluring way.
All of which begged to be pulled off. Allowing the delicious flesh underneath to be revealed and admired. So, Seth fell into line just behind him almost without thinking. As he thought of a way to strike up a casual conversation.
"Hey there, good morning," Seth offered, his tone timorous yet friendly.
"Well good morning to you too," Nigel replied with an unguarded look at the athletic body that ran next to him.
The young man's open, hungry glance was enough to let Seth know he had an opening. And, of course, that Nigel would be quite receptive of it.
Perhaps it was something about the way his long, dark-blonde hair rippled in his wake. Or how his tight little ass filled out those running shorts. Either way, he'd soon caught up to him, and they began to chat for the rest of the run. Their respective routes taking them along the same path.
During which, kept finding innocent reasons to fall behind for a moment every now and then. Each gave him a chance to give his body another quick, covetous inspection. One that would always end up focusing on Nigel's firm, round posterior. Seth hadn't ever seen one quite as firm or muffin-like on a guy before, it was quite an impressive sight.
Their conversation led to more personal matters as they ran onward. Nigel mentioned he was a sophomore and lived right there, within the Trinity Campus at Ready hall. He was born and raised there in Vermont and hoped to one day work as a teacher.
While Seth indicated that he'd been working a nursing degree and was looking into getting a job as a paramedic. While adding in as casual a way he could, that he lived, literally, across the street from him, in Sichel hall. Which he took as a sign from the well-oiled Gods of homoerotic love. A sign that this had been the work of fate and it was all meant to happen.
After the run, as they cooled off and walked back to their respective dorms together. Where Nigel managed to buck up the courage to ask if they'd want to get together sometime. Maybe for coffee or some other clichéd thing that Seth had found rather adorable at the time.
It'd made him want to jump the young man right then and there. But decided to play things cool for the time being, no need to rush things along. That had burned him before, and he'd missed out on more than one relationship because of it.
As it turned out, Nigel had been somewhat anxious himself as he'd called later that very night. Where he'd asked, in a bit too nonchalant a manner, about spending the evening together.
Seth had almost cheered at the question. But managed to agree with enough forced, casual reluctance to not make it obvious. Not wanting Nigel to see how much he was looking forward to seeing him just yet.
It hadn't taken him too long to get ready, as he was still dressed. So, he was at Nigel's door well within thirty minutes as he took a few slow breaths to calm himself before knocking.
Whom answered the door with casual grace and a warm smile that sent Seth's heart fluttering. His hair, recently cleaned and free of the day's detritus, pulled back behind his cute, little ears to display his youthful face. The bright, green eye's of which, flashed with an intensity that all but pulled Seth into the room. As Nigel placed a glass of wine into his unresistant hand.
The room was that of a typical college dorm. Small and almost bare of any furnishing. With only a simple bed, desk, chair, and a rather off-putting plaid loveseat by the rooms only window. The loveseat made him wonder whether Nigel actually had that bad of a taste in furniture. Or if he, like all college students, had simple inherited or gotten it for the usual price of such things. Free.
They sat and chatted for several hours, forgetting about going out. Both of them still as eager to get to know each other as before. The conversation soon wandered into their sex life, as things usually do.
Where Nigel explained, with some timidity, that he'd only ever had one serious boyfriend. Back in high school, where it'd been depressingly short-lived and a bit overdramatic. He'd tried to date several people there at the college his freshman year. But, for some reason, nothing had ever panned out, no matter how much effort he'd put into it.
Seth listened with a mix of emotions, feeling the first pangs of serious kinship starting to flare up. As he'd never had much success either. Before replying with a bit about his own foray with the dark whims of love and relationships.
His longest relationship had lasted about a year and it seemed to be getting serious. That is, until they found out they were headed to different universities. There had been some half-hearted discussion about a long-distance relationship. Or even one of them trying to transfer, but nothing had ever come of it. The whole affair had been a rather hard break-up for him.
