This is a story with a slow build up. This chapter doesn't include descriptions of sexual activities, just a story of two guys falling for each other and trying to get closer to each other.
It began in a very trivial way.
"Whoa," Caleb murmured out of the sudden. "Who is that?"
His friend from the basketball team generously took a short break browsing Tinder and followed Caleb's surprised eyes, which fell on a guy who just arrived at their camping party in the woods with a group of his friends.
"I recognize him from somewhere," Adam responded, frowning, as he tried to locate the answer in his memory. "His name is Daniel. Or Dennis? Something like that."
As Caleb would later find out, in reality his name was Lucas.
"Broooo." Caleb didn't even know what more to say. He couldn't stop looking at the guy. He was a bit shorter than Caleb, lacked the muscles typical for a jock, but still was quite fit. And above all else, he was gorgeous. "I think I fell in love."
"That's like the fourth time today."
"Fuck off, I'm serious." Caleb's eyes escorted the guy around the camp as he was being greeted by each person he encountered. He had a beautiful smile, which he offered to others quite generously. "Broooo," Caleb repeated dimly.
"Stop whining, man. Go, ask him out already. With your rizz, it should be a formality."
Caleb almost got offended by the sheer stupidity of this suggestion.
"Are you fucking stupid? I have to do something romantic. Something worth mentioning to our future grandkids."
"Bold of you to assume he's anything but straight." Adam took a second to reconsidered his statement. "Although... it seems he came here with girls only."
Caleb made an incredible mental effort of looking away from Lucas to check genders of his entourage. They pretty much spread out around the camp by now, but he was pretty sure Adam was right.
"Alright. I'm going in," Caleb announced.
"I thought you wanted to do something romantic?"
"And this is why you can't find a girlfriend, mate. Look at him!" Caleb pointed at the guy, as if it was obvious. "People are already lining up to fuck him!"
In reality, they were just carrying innocent conversations.
Caleb quickly ruffled his hair to make it seem wind-touched and fixed all of his typical fuckboy tokens -- the single earring, braided leather bracelet on his right wrist and a silver chain giving him a nice, thuggish touch. Then he easily mixed into the crowd, cycling around his victim like a shark stalking its prey.
He came from behind and like a total creep took a deep breath, trying to check out Lucas' taste in cologne. Caleb's heart melted once he realized that this was it -- he found his future husband. Even he felt intimidated by the magnitude of what it meant.
"Hey." Yet even when pressured, he didn't show it at all.
Caleb approached the guy with a confident smirk. He was taller, so that helped him to gain confidence based on some animalistic bullshit rules.
"My name's Caleb," he introduced himself, reaching out with his big hand for a bro-ey handshake.
The guy looked at him a bit surprised, then begin staring at his huge hand.
"Uhhh, hey. I'm Lucas. Nice to meet you," he responded with some clear confusion in his voice.
Caleb almost gasped, overwhelmed with sensations. The love of his life had a sexy, calm voice. His hand was... okay, it was just a normal hand, but touching it still somehow meant everything to Caleb.
The jock, known fuckboy and an experienced seducer, somehow also became a victim of this award winning smile that Lucas was showing off pretty much to everyone. Caleb felt as his new crush's stare rests on him and he now made a conscious decision to willingly become a furniture not only for his eyes but also for every single part of this man's body.
"I love your energy, man," Caleb continued. "Everyone lit up when they saw you arrive." In a very smooth move, Caleb reached to the box resting on the table right next to him and pulled out two cans of still-cold beer. He opened one with ease and passed it to Lucas. "We must drink together later."
And with that, Caleb just turned around and went back to Adam, leaving the confused twunk alone.
"Hehe. He's straight? Unlucky, my man," Adam attacked him with needless pessimism.
"I didn't ask him about that, you clown," Caleb responded with an annoyed tone. "It would immediately reveal all of my intentions. I pulled off the best strategic move I could've."
"Meaning?"
"Bro, you really have no game, do you? I established dominance. I inserted myself into his subconsciousness. I let him smell my pheromones. We touched. I basically imprinted myself onto him." Surprisingly, Caleb was currently not wearing any tinfoil hat. "Even if someone makes a move on him, he won't be impressed, because now I exist in his memory..."
"You're retarded."
They both chuckled.
"Yeah, maybe." Caleb looked at his right hand and brought it to his face. Then he gave it a long, passionate lick. "Fuck, I will never wash my hands again."
"Stop with the simping, loser. You're lucky you're so hot, you would be a total creep otherwise."
*
Pretty much at the same time, Lucas -- totally weirded out by this odd interaction -- pointed at Caleb to one of his female friends.
"Do you know who that tall guy is?" he asked, not hiding his suspicious tone.
"Ummm..." The girl began searching for an answer in her brain. "I think his name is Jason. He's a captain of our basketball team."
"His name is Caleb," Lucas corrected her and once again looked at the strange guy. "Why would he randomly introduce himself to me, of all people?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Who cares? Maybe that's just his vibe."
Caleb suddenly noticed that Lucas is staring him down; the jock smiled and moved his can of beer, gesturing a toast. Lucas smiled nervously in response and quickly left the scene. His inner paranoia told him that this jock must've been plotting some prank or something.
*
It was morning already. Caleb's bare foot was lying outside of his tent. His friend Adam cruelly abused this fact, as he snuck upon him, tickling it with an evil little giggle.
