Part Three
Stone had wrapped up his shower a minute or two later, keeping his back to me before slinging a towel around his waist and cheerily saying he'd see me back at the room. I couldn't believe it, until all of a sudden I could. Of course that's how it had ended. I'd known Stone was straight as an arrowhead, having heard about his high school sexcapades with a bevy of girls before being born again his freshman year here, convicted about his fornicating proclivities and re-committed to abstaining till marriage despite a steady stream of options. Once he'd mentioned that he'd even given up jerking off for the most part. Why did I think I, of all people, would lure him from his years of disciplined asceticism? I'd wished I was at least in my usual stalled shower downstairs and able to conclude my fantasy, but wrapped up and headed back to the room instead, passing windows bombarded with angry pellets of rain on the way.
Stone shouted at me as I walked through the common room where he'd commandeered the TV, saying to get dressed and meet him out there. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be on campus, but I knew my supervisor would be out late celebrating the end of training anyway. We watched a movie as the storm raged on outside, both drifting towards sleep at the end and waking up to the credits ready for sleep.
He got to the room first and I heard him exclaim from the hall, "Damnit, Luz, we left the window wide open!" I didn't understand until I followed his gaze to the futon directly underneath the window, its right half sopping wet from the storm. I took a few steps over and placed my hand against the pillowy cushion, so soaked it dripped from the pressure.
"Well, shit."
"Shit indeed. That's gonna take until morning to dry, at least." Stone paused, then let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm so freaking tired, man. What makes sense?"
I felt my throat constrict, remembering our tangle of bodies in my bed for an accidental few moments last night, the twin mattress barely able to hold us both. And yet, it felt like the only option available to us, unable to imagine him sleeping on the hard tiled floor. I looked sheepishly up at my lofted bed, then back to him.
He scratched the back of his head, a bashful grin spread across his face. "I'm the literal worse. Show up early even after you warned me not to, crash at your place, and now you're sharing your own bed! You're a saint, Luz. The saint of...Baptists don't really do saints, but you're the saint of keeping my ass from sleeping on linoleum." He peeled off his shirt and shorts while speaking, wearing only a light blue pair of tight fitting briefs now. "Seriously, thank you," he said earnestly. "This is above and beyond."
"Are you kidding? I'm the one who arranged my room so that my couch would get soaked anytime it rained," I said, feeling the blood begin to rush to my dick anticipating a night of proximity to Stone, hurrying up onto my bed with an awkward leap to cover my lap with a blanket before I reached full mast. Stone followed suit, careful to avoid slipping this time, though our bodies only had a few more inches of distance than the night before.
I curled against the cement wall, trying to make room for the width of his upper body which felt comically expansive in the narrow shared space. Nearly naked, he lay uncovered beside me with his hands pinned behind his head, his biceps bulging slightly. Long, pale legs matted with dark hair stretched out to the very foot of the bed. He let out a laugh at the absurdity of the moment. "Well, this is gonna suck, but I guess it sucks less than trying to make do down there! Are you...I mean, this isn't exactly comfortable, but you good? Aren't you on fire in a shirt and under a blanket?"
The room had gotten noticeably warmer in the ten minutes since we'd shut the window, sealing in the humid late summer air. That, coupled with the innate warmth radiating off of Stone mere inches from me did have me feeling the heat. "Well I didn't think about what it'd be like sleeping next to a human furnace," I joked, tossing the blanket aside and reaching down to hit the light switch, then shyly removing my shirt, thankful for the cover of dark. I'd never have done even that, but figuring Stone had just seen a lot more than my bare torso, I figured why not.
He laughed again, running an unexpected finger lightly up my arm and then down his side. "We clearly needed to get out more this summer. We're practically glowing in the dark!" He was right, our nearly matching paleness luminescent under the moon's glow.
For the first hour or so, we tossed and turned carefully, avoiding but the briefest of touches. Sleep felt far off, my cock pressing uncomfortably into me, hidden as I slept on my stomach. The fresh, clean scent of our recently soaped bodies intermingled in the looming heat, perfuming the air between and above us. There was a moment when he bent his leg, thigh bumping against my own. For three thudding heartbeats, he left it there, his skin sending electric shocks to my own, before shyly pulling it away.
I stole glances at Stone laying on his back in the moonlight, savoring the striations across his body that were visible up-close, his marbled muscles glowing. Eventually, it seemed like his breath slowed, and his arm dropped from behind his head, falling sidled against my own. I could feel the hairs of this thick forearm, the smoothness of his skin against mine, and just enjoyed being so close to him as I drifted to sleep.
I woke a little later, noticing the sensation of more smooth skin. Stone had turned to face me in his sleep, and my forearms brushed against the tautness of his chest. His legs had drifted over towards me, one hairy calf nestled between mine, a foot resting atop my own. I inhaled the persisting soapy scent of him, close enough that I could basically lick him if I wanted to. And, so badly, I wanted to. I was so turned on by his fleshy presence, the maleness of his fine-tuned body.
I laid there, enjoying every centimeter of skin sharing contact with his. Blood surged to my cock and a dark thought began thudding in my mind. Eventually, I my perverse curiosity getting the best of me, I gently raised a knee, enjoying the way his leg felt moving against my own, until I settled onto his groin. I felt his hardness straining against me, a bout of morning wood striking early, filling the pouch of his briefs. I gave a ginger push against it, only to see a shockwave move through his body, muscles briefly bulging as his abs contracted. A surprisingly high-pitched moan escaped his throat and then I felt a shuddering beneath my knee, his cock spasming one, two, three, four times, a sudden moistness bleeding through the fabric.
