A few days later I leave my mom's house and go back to Roger's. At his suggestion we are going to have an all night horror movie marathon. The kind that we used to have when I was a kid. For some reason I am nervous. I keep thinking about him and there is just something so electric about being so near him.
I arrived at his house shortly before dusk. I walked in to find him in the kitchen making snacks. As I walked in the microwave dinged, signaling that the popcorn was ready.
"Hey, bud." He turns to me and says. He is busy rolling mini wieners up in crescent rolls.
"I'm almost done." He says. "Just got to pop these into the oven and we can get started."
"Take your time." I say opening the microwave and pulling out the bag of popcorn.
I open the bag and find an empty bowl and dump the popcorn into it. I leave the kitchen and walk into the living room. I laugh because Roger had set up a bunch of blankets and pillows in the floor in front of the t.v.
"Just like old times." He says grinning as he entered the room. He kneels down onto the blankets and arranges an assortment of snacks he was carrying. I kneel down beside him, placing the bowl of popcorn between us.
We begin watching movies. Horror movie after horror movie. I try not to watch Roger, but I can't help but glance at him. His dark eyes are so focused on the movie. When he swallows I notice the muscles in his neck contracting. I am completely smitten.
Around two in the morning I start yawning.
"Now, we can't have that." Roger says getting up, "I will go and grab us a pick me up." He leaves the room before I can say I was fine. After a few minutes he returns. He must have went and changed because he is now in his boxers and a white tank top. He is holding two bowls of ice cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. He sits down beside me and all I can think about is him. His arm flexes as he is handing me my bowl of ice cream. His forearms darkened by a thicket of hair. I bite my lower lip trying to bring myself back to reality.
We eat our ice cream in silence and continue watching the movie. I glance over and can instantly see the bulge in his boxers. I try to keep myself from breathing deeply. The problem is that since I have noticed it, I can't stop thinking about it.
"What?" Roger says noticing that I was staring at him.
"Nothing, I just...nothing." I stammered.
Roger pauses the movie. "What's going on?" He says, "you've been quiet all night and then randomly you're watching me."
I decided to get up the courage to tell him. I mean it was now or never and I was slightly giddy from lack of sleep. And besides if he freaked out it wouldn't matter because I was moving soon. And he definitely wouldn't tell my mom, because I mean how embarrassing would that conversation be? So I take a deep breath and look at him.
"Seth, tell me what's going on."
"I think you're attractive." I say sounding like a weird school girl.
"What?" He says confused.
"I think you're attractive. To be honest I've always had a crush on you. I just never said anything because I thought it would be weird. But I'm leaving soon and well all my cards are on the table."
"Are you serious?" He says.
I couldn't read his expression. "Yeah, and the other day I was in the shower and you came in and I saw you. Honestly, I had forgotten about my crush on you, but then that morning it all came back to me." God, I couldn't stop explaining myself.
"I had no idea." He says. "I'm sorry that I made it hard on you."
"No, you didn't. It wasn't you at all. I'm the one who's a big weirdo." I said looking down.
There was a moment of silence and then Roger grabs my chin and says, "You're not."
He begins to lean in. I don't move. I'm like a deer in the headlights. As he gets closer to me I see him run his tongue along his bottom lip. He gets closer and our lips are almost touching, but then he pauses.
"Are you sure you want this?" He says.
Yes was all I could say. Finally our lips are touching. My body is on fire. He uses his tongue to slowly part my lips and then he moves it into my mouth. He is slow and rhythmic and absolutely excellent at kissing.
I can feel his stubble run across my face. His tongue slowly caressing my tongue. My heart is pounding. After a few minutes he pulls away. He looks at me and slowly begins to lean me back onto the pillows on the floor. I can barely catch my breath. He crawls on top of me. And leans back in. This time his kiss is more intense. I kiss him back more intense. It was like I had finally had a taste and I couldn't get enough.
Between kisses, Roger looks down at me and says, "Spread your legs." I do as he says. He maneuvers his way between them, and begins grinding into my crotch. His crotch on top of mine. My dick is hard as rock, and so is Roger's. He continues kissing me, more and more passionately. All while slowly dry humping me. It feels amazing. He places his hand on the side of my face to pull me closer. Our tongues caressing each other. Then he leads his hand from my face down my neck. Going slowly. The sensation is amazing. Then he grazes my torso leading down to my stomach. When he gets to my jeans he stops.