A talkative Duke is a strange thing. It's a bit like watching a toddler take its first steps. You're happy to see it happen, nervous as all hell, and above all ready to see it run. Patience never was a virtue of mine. Some things must be learned the hard way I suppose.
His emotional stability and social being was born anew; well, with me anyway. He was still quiet with everyone else, but Duke was more open with me than I had ever thought possible. The more time I spent with him the more he talked about himself and the fucking deeper I fell. Sort of like said toddler when it finds the stairs.
Now I know there's the question of, "What the fuck are you waiting for?" but here's the thing: I've gotten this close to him, I can't fuck it up now, not when I'm his only relief valve for his emotions besides those damned books of his. Those toothpicks in the trash can were plenty proof of the human body's ability to deal with problems or rather ignore them. He used to go through boxes a week, now I only see him chew one if he's trying to concentrate on a book or school project.
There's just no way that I could risk all that now. And so, I went through life as if nothing was awry. I kept my feelings under wraps, despite the growing closeness between us. I suppose you could also say that I was using that as an excuse not to put myself at risk, but I have a very clever retort for that: fuck you.
Digressing, Duke had never been showy with any endearments towards me, but now, he would hug me with the least provocation and would lay his head in my lap as we watched movies on his bed. I don't think I can properly explain the difficulty involved in hiding an erection with someone's head that close to the evidence. It's a bit torturous.
I got to the point where I was getting desperate. I had to jack off after almost every encounter with him. Little Luke was screaming for the real thing and his feelings were continually hurt with the constant denials that I gave him. Thank god for lotion or I would've had a serious chafing problem.
It got to the point where nearly everything that he did left me awestruck and staring. I never knew that someone could look so enticing while making a sandwich or trying to figure out why the microwave was on the fritz. Duke even asked me if I had a sleeping disorder after he caught me staring off into space for the third time in ten minutes during a movie one evening.
"Jesus Bambi, I'm going to start force feeding you Nyquil before you go and start passing out on me, at least that way you'll sleep in the bed and not in your head while you should be doing other things, like oh say walking, talking, and generally doing the things that people are supposed to do when they're awake." See, no more grunts. I should be happy about that, yet I find that hard when he's prying.
"I'm fine Duke, just nervous about finals is all." I said as I got up off of the couch, anxious to flee for some much needed seclusion.
He followed. Of course he fucking followed. Fate would never be so kind as to allow him to lose interest so easily.
"But finals aint for another 3 months Luke. Just what's been going on with you lately?"
"Nothing, I've just been pre-occupied." That wasn't a lie when you think about it. A look of comprehension came over his face and I got a little worried. Now I know what the deer feels like, except I've got green eyes as opposed to headlights.
"What's his name Luke?"
What?!?
"Fucking nobody Duke, don't even go down that road!"
"And why the hell not? Come now Bambi, you haven't dated a soul since day one. Surely a man of your charm shouldn't be without a date for this long."
"What about you? You've been here as long as I have."
"Now, now Bambi, deflecting the question won't make it go away." He was shaking his head back and forth as if he were talking to a little child, having to explain why cookies were only allowed at certain times in the day. I wanted to hit him or perhaps kiss him. Best to depart soon.
"Drop it Duke." I called out as I was scrambling out our dorm's door.
"Okay, but the second I find out who it is I'm going to give him the, 'I'll kill you if you touch my daughter' speech." I heard him call out after me.
I grant him that that was funny. I came up with, "Oh, fuck off", after some effort at breathing, though I doubt he heard it. I did at least manage to dodge the bullet of his dating game, for now at least.
It was about a week after that that things changed. Duke had gone back to guessing who my supposed crush could be. I was less than enthused.
"Scott Bernstein."
"No Duke, let it go."
"Kyle Landerhorn"
"There's seriously someone named Landerhorn around here?"
"Yes, and according to my source's he's got quite the horn"
"Jesus Duke, and just who are these sources?"
He began waving a finger at me."Now now Bambi, a good journalist never reveals his sources."
"You're not a journalist and I've heard you say on a number of occasions that you hate the media."
He ignored that. "Anthony DeCardo."
"He has an odor problem Duke!"
"Hey, I don't know exactly how high your standards are. Besides, Stacey tells me that most people get over the BO once they get in his bedroom."
"One that's gross, two you just broke your rule, and three how does Stacey know?"
"I didn't want to ask and as you said I'm no journalist. So who is it?"
I didn't answer him, but went into the bathroom instead. Figured that I'd take a long shower and give Duke time to get tired of his little game for the day. Turning the shower on, I stepped in and immediately reached for the shower gel. All this questioning had made little Luke get excited.
I decided that I wanted to draw this out some. Slowly, I worked a hand up my length while the other played with a nipple. Images of a muscled tan chest came to mind and the pace quickened. The hand on my tool went southward still until it came to my entrance. Slowly, I circled a finger around the edge until I was squirming for it. I slid one finger, to be followed by a second and a third while leaving my cock alone. It was weeping with fluid as I rocked back and forth on my hand while the other continued to play with my nipples.
Finally, I pictured what I always pictured in times like this: hazel eyes and a cheeky grin. I came so hard that I barely noticed that I'd accidently moaned his name. No worry though, there's no way he could've heard me over the sound of the shower. Finished with my little venture, I toweled off and looked in the mirror.
