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By E. L. Esch
Dante Mathers has forced himself to go out with girls in the past and he does it again when he’s approached by the beautiful Serena one day on campus, desperate to prove to himself that he’s “normal.” But when he loses a drinking contest and is dared to go to the next campus LGBTQ meeting by his best friend, he’s not sure how to handle it. Sure, he could blow it off, but something nagging at the back of his mind compels him to go anyway. After all, his secret first crush was a boy in high school. But is he really forcing himself to go, or is he finally starting to be honest with himself? No need to overthink this, Dante tells himself. It’ll be get in, get out. No need to talk to anyone. Easy, right?
Then he meets Sven. Sexy, toned, wearing a leather jacket with spiked up bleach-blond hair, Sven’s bad-boy flare sticks out on campus and catches Dante’s eye. But there’s more to Sven than his punkish looks, and Dante’s about to find out all the sultry little details.
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As discreetly as I could, I passed my gaze over Seven’s able-bodied figure. He was pretty cute for a dude when he wasn’t covered in cuts and scrapes, but right now part of me couldn’t stand to look at him. But his body…toned, solid, with skin as unblemished as a newborn’s and a sturdy core…
He’s hot. I covered my mouth with my hand, afraid I might end up saying something stupid if I wasn’t careful. Any girl would want him. I could even see how he would appeal to guys. He’d probably be a top, I figured.
A huge lump formed in my throat. Were bad boys my type? Did I even have a type? Wait, wait, wait…was I even drawn to guys?
“S-sorry. I kind of trailed off there—”
A soft, airy snore echoed throughout the room. Seven’s head lolled to the side, his washcloth slipping down his temple. His mouth hung ajar, showing the tips of his teeth.
I nearly passed out right then and there from sheer relief. What if he’d caught me pretty much checking him out?
I think I’d be okay…with getting it from another guy…but… Serena. Sweet Serena…soft but supple, yielding… Her body was nothing like Seven’s. But she was so beautiful, and her personality… God, I would kill to have a partner with her personality, but… But I don’t want her. She’d make an awesome best friend, but…
I imagined her breasts—tender and the perfect size to fit in my hands. She’d never worn anything in front of me to show off her cleavage, but I could see it in my mind’s eye well enough—bobbing slightly as she walked through campus. She had such an adorable face, too. I wish I could imagine her eyes, but she always wore those sunglasses. Either way, whether I conjured up her boobs, her face, her flowing raven hair, or even that amazing way the small of her back arched into her rear…I only found her pretty. Not sexy, not stimulating or erotic…just a gorgeous woman who should be proud of the assets she had. Assets that other women should be jealous of, assets that she should show off in a classy way—a way that said, Hey, I have the goods, but I’m not spilling out of my clothes like a tramp to prove it to you.
Maybe I just felt bad about trying to look at her for her sexual appeal when I barely knew her—I wasn’t like Greg. Then again, I’d just done the same damn thing to Seven. Jesus…
And so I spent my entire afternoon trying to figure out how to rationalize the difference between the two while watching Seven snore away in the chair next to me. I didn’t want to wake him—he seemed okay. He was breathing evenly, and except for the occasional grunt, he didn’t seem uncomfortable. I still didn’t feel good leaving him alone, though, as much as I desperately wanted to leave.
Before I knew it, three o’clock had rolled around, and my stomach had startled me out of the biggest guilt trip I’d ever put myself through. I sat up and shook Seven awake.
“Hey, Seven. Wakey, wakey.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice, but it was there to stay. I could hear it—my angry confusion coming out no matter how hard I tried to shove it back into the recesses of my heart.
“Mm, I fucking hate that nickname.” Seven grumbled. He shook my hand off his shoulder, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. His washcloth fell to the floor, and I grimaced. “My name’s Sven. There’s no other E.” He stretched his arms to the ceiling and groaned. “James thinks it’s cute, though, so don’t mention it to him.”
“Did you sit here with me all this time?” He squinted up at the old Roman-numeral clock ticking away on the wall above the fireplace. “That’s adorable.”
Heat crept up my spine to the back of my neck. “I was worried, but I didn’t want to wake you.” I turned away, unable to hold his gaze. I could feel the rush of warmth across my cheeks and knew my face had to be as red as roses in full bloom in the springtime.
“You wanna go out for some fast food? My treat for boring you all day.” Seven…er, Sven dragged his fingers through his hair and stretched again. Strands shot up every which way, like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket.
I found it unbearably cute. God, I was so conscious of him now. Everything he said, every way he moved…I was acutely aware of every word and twitch. It was so stupid. I couldn’t even look at him now without feeling like my heart would explode from stress…maybe embarrassment.
I couldn’t give myself away, though, and honestly I could think of no reason to refuse Sven after I’d sat with his sleeping form all day. And so I said, “Sure, I could eat,” but my stomach was so full of knots that I doubted I could keep down anything I swallowed.
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About the Author:
I could copy-paste my biography from other websites, but that’s boring so instead here’s some fun facts about me:
– I own 2 crested geckos and an axolotl. What’s an axolotl? You know Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon? His design is based off one. Basically it looks like a cross between a tadpole and a wingless dragon. And they’re dumb. Very dumb. But cute!
– I have an unhealthy obsession with video games. I am an avid PC gamer, and can be found up most nights on World of Warcraft. I’m the first to admit I have a problem. For the Alliance!
– I could probably drop a fourth of my body-weight if I stopped drinking soda, but I won’t. I’m letting myself have this one.
– If I had a quarter for every time I swore, I’d probably be able to retire.
– I don’t know how I started writing M/M Romance, but if I had to blame anyone it’d be my best friend for getting me hooked on Yaoi in high school. You know who your are; you did this.
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