For a moment after I woke up, I was disoriented. It was quiet. The quiet stillness of early morning, right at dawn. Light filtered lazily through the shades, casting patterns across the wall, somehow accenting the peacefulness in my room. I closed my eyes.
Then I remembered. I remembered the shock of being propositioned by my heretofore straight roommate. And the even greater shock of discovering that I wanted him, too! The feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. The intensity and strength with which he took me.
I felt a shiver streak down my scalp and limbs to my fingertips and toes. Fuck.
How was I supposed to feel about this? I wasn't gay. Was I?
I played through scenes in my head, going back through memories of my past, looking for clues that could possibly explain what had happened the previous night.
From the other side of the bed, to my back, Gabe sighed and shifted positions in his sleep. I turned and looked at his peaceful face and disheveled hair. His bare shoulders peaking out from the covers.
Well, whatever was going on, I knew one thing. No one had ever made me feel the way Gabe did last night. And if that was any indication of how I should feel about this, then I knew I was right where I should be.
I rolled over to face Gabe, trying not to disturb him. I laid my head down on my pillow, mere inches from him, and just watched him sleep. His breaths were long and deep and the sheets over his chest rose and fell.
I'm not sure how long I lay there, soaking up the moment. A few minutes or an hour. But after a while, Gabe's eyes fluttered open. He blinked, getting his bearings, then he looked at me, grinning sleepily.
"Good mooorning!" he said, accented by an arching of his back in a stretch. "God, I can't remember the last time I slept that well! Must have been worn out for some reason." His smile was teasing and confident. He rolled onto his side so he was facing me. "How about you?"
I returned his smile. "Like a dream," I said.
Gabe looked at me for a moment. Kind of like I had looked at him while he had been asleep. Studying. Then he raised his hand and placed it gently on my cheek. "Last night was incredible."
My skin tingled at his touch. I nodded, maintaining eye contact with him. As he leaned forward to kiss me, I closed my eyes and inclined my head, meeting his lips with mine. The kiss was soft, tender. Unlike the hunger and intensity of the night before, but in some way even more sensual. He kissed my top lip, hardly opening his mouth, but pressing his lips into mine. I felt his whiskers scratching my chin. An odd sensation.
His hand slid from my cheek into my hair, and he pulled my face into his, kissing me again, opening his mouth wider to taste more of me. I matched him, willing him to keep going but savoring the thrill of anticipation.
I extended my hand and placed it on Gabe's side under the covers, feeling the warm softness of his skin. I ran my hand along his side, up to his shoulder, then down to his bare hip and then the round curve of his ass. I felt him tense, either involuntarily or for my benefit. We continued to kiss, though somewhat absentmindedly. Both of us were focused on the touch of my exploring hand on Gabe's body.
I eased closer to him, our bodies parallel, facing one another. I wanted to feel him against me. And I did. Before our bodies met, I felt his penis press into my thigh, semi hard, and felt it twitch slightly at contact. I slid closer, pinning his long shaft between our thighs. My own penis, apparently a bit more aroused at the moment, sandwiched between our lower stomachs. I spread my fingers over his toned ass and pulled him forward against me, pushing with my hips and grinding gently. He responded in kind, slowly pushing into my leg. I felt his pulse in his cock, as with each heartbeat it grew harder.
Gabe wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into a tight embrace, pressing me into his muscular chest. I felt his tongue breach my lips and trace the roof of my mouth, sending another chill down my spine. I opened my mouth slightly farther, inviting more. He responded with increased intensity, taking control of my mouth and probing me with his tongue. A metaphor for what he really wanted to do to me, I thought.
