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  Chapter 10 – Texting...

  Buzz

  I picked up my phone with slightly shaky fingers. I decided to send a text – with predictive text these days it was much easier to send a text than it had been in the past. I wasn’t officially diagnosed as dyslexic – not that that was any reason to believe I wasn’t and my uni had totally accepted that I was and had given me all of the necessary concessions to allow me to achieve my degree. I was eternally grateful for that, since it was pretty clear that I had some sort of learning disability when it came to words. I couldn’t spell for shit and I absolutely hated writing.

  I’d been a pain in the arse at school, preferring to mess around rather than to actually knuckle down and learn something useful but I’d been great at the practical subjects. I was good at joinery, I could sew, which most people thought was pretty weird, and I could cook. I wasn’t, like, chef standard or anything but my food was always nutritious and tasty – all the guys liked coming round for Sunday roasts...

  “Would you like to come around for dinner with me on Sunday?” I didn’t work Sunday night. It was my only night off in the week and I’d always hated not having anything to do with my time. Now though... Well, let’s just say it was beginning to look promising.

  A message pinged back almost immediately, “Do I have to wait until Sunday to see you?”

  I read through the message slowly to make sure I’d read it properly and swallowed. He wanted to see me before Sunday? A weird, floaty feeling of utter delight went through me that he wanted to see me and I found myself grinning goofily at the screen. Well, no – of course he didn’t have to wait... I could totally see him in the afternoons before my shifts if he could get the time away from college... “What are you doing right now?” I sent the message with my palms sweating and my heartbeat going crazy.

  A smiley face came back, “Absolutely nothing – shall we do nothing together?”

  I grinned at the screen and I think I even nodded. I sent a message back as fast as I could, “Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”

  He sent me back the address and I reached for my leather jacket. “Wish me luck, Zacky boy,” I said to Zac who was looking up at me with a puzzled expression on his soft face, “I’ll bring him back here and we can feed him up a bit – get a little meat on those bones, huh?”

  I set off, remembering at the last minute to take my spare helmet with me. I was planning a meal in my mind as I rode down the main street towards the terraced houses that were mainly rented student lets, close to the city centre. I parked up outside and texted him to let him know I’d arrived. I didn’t much fancy knocking on the door and being judged by his housemates this early on in the relationship...

  As luck would have it, though, he texted me back asking me if I could give him ten minutes and inviting me in.

  I reluctantly switched the engine off and made my way over to the front door.

  Some guy that I vaguely recognised answered the door. I guessed he must have been one of the guys on his night out. “Hey.” He acknowledged me as he carried on munching his way through a greasy looking piece of pizza. “You must be Buzz.”

  I tried not to grimace and nodded, “Yeah,” I said, “Where is he?”

  The guy, who didn’t bother to introduce himself pointed to the ceiling, “Up there.”

  Helpful. I nodded to him and made my way up the stairs, “Franz?” I called out.

  His beautiful face poked around one of the bedroom doors, “Hey, you.” He breathed and reaching out his hand to take mine, “Come on in – I’ll be ready in a second.”

  I smiled at him and allowed him to pull me into his tiny room, “How did you end up with the box room?” I asked.

  He shrugged, “Everyone else moved in before me – it was the only room left.”

  I frowned, “Well, I sincerely hope you get reduced rates.” I muttered.

  Franz just laughed, “Dunno.” He said good-naturedly.

  A very loud conversation was taking place outside his room about something to do with physics.

  Franz rolled his eyes, “Oh, God.” He said with a chuckle, “If you think I’m a geek – check out our very own Big Bang Theorists out there.”

  I smiled at him, “I don’t think you’re a geek at all.” I said, “I think you’re lovely.” Oh, my God! Where the fuck did that come from? I’d never said anything so damned cheesy to a guy in my life before. Franz was definitely reaching the parts other guys had never reached...

  He beamed at me, “I think you’re lovely too,” He let out a little sigh, “I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be. Will I do?”

  I looked him up and down. He looked utterly beautiful. I nodded, “You’ll do just fine.” I said, “Let’s go.”

  As we made our way to the front door, all of his housemates managed to halt our progress and they were all really interested in Franz’s new beau...

  “Oooh, who’s this?” A girl with red hair and large green eyes peered at me from the sofa in the corner. I hadn’t noticed her when I’d been let in.

  Franz grinned happily, “Oh, hi Zoe. This is Buzz – remember me telling you about him a few weeks back?”

  She lowered her glasses and gave me an assessing look, “Oh, right. The bouncer?” she asked, looking a little scornful and not as interested as she was a moment ago.

  Franz nodded, “We got talking the other night.” He said, shooting me an adoring glance.

  “What did you talk about?” Pizza face guy asked, “Male strippers and escorts?”

  I frowned at him but Franz just laughed it off, “Fuck off, Vic,” he said, “There’s more to people who work in clubs than the job they do, you know.”

  He just looked me up and down with a sneer, “Like what?” he asked.

  Franz scowled at him and drew himself up to his full height – which was roughly in line with my nipples, “Buzz has a degree in economics.” He bragged. How he’d remember that from the other night, I had no idea – he’d been so drunk... “His brother is studying Art and Design and his two best friends both graduated a couple of years back too – and his other friend, River, is going back to uni to do a degree as a veterinary surgeon in September.” Wow, he really had remembered everything I’d rabbited on about. “So you can fuck off with your pre-conceived ideas that all bouncers are meatheads and dancers are brainless idiots – they’re not.” He grabbed my hand and marched to the door, “Fuckwits.” He muttered as we made our way to the bike.

  Chapter 11 – Whatever he wants...

  Franz

  Christ, I lived with a bunch of fucking morons. Well, aside from Jaime who was one of the physics geniuses and was really quite adorable. I’d been slow to start looking for accommodation in my first year for my second year and had ended up being offered the spare room by Zoe, which was really nice of her, but she was the only one in the house that I actually got along with and even she was hard work sometimes.

  “Thanks.” Buzz muttered as he swung his leg over his bike and sat astride it waiting for me to zip up my jacket.

  I frowned, “For what?”

  “For not making a big deal out of how fucking stupid I really am in front of your mates.”

  I guessed he was talking about his dyslexia. He’d told me that he’d had to have extra time for all of his essays and help in the exam by speaking his answers and having someone else write them for him. I’d been really impressed with his uni. That must have been absolutely brilliant for students with dyslexia. He seemed to feel that dyslexia was something to be ashamed of. I didn’t agree with him.

  “You’re not stupid.” I said hotly. Christ. He was one of the brightest, most capable, together people I knew. I was fucking stupid. I had no idea how to change a light bulb – or to wire a plug. How fucking useless was I? “I would never think that about you – you,” I looked up at him, at his glorious size and height and the words just spilled out, “fuck, you’re amazing.” I might as well have just told him, there and then, that I was already hopelessly in love with him...

  He snorted. He really was in a bit of a funk about the whole thing.

  I felt it might be better to show him how amazing I thought he was, instead. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I stood on my tiptoes and pulled his face gently towards mine, ignoring his rather terrifying scowl. It had made my insides turn to water with fear when I first saw him – but not anymore. Now we’d had breakfast together and I knew him a little better – and I at least knew he was a total softy underneath all of that growly exterior...

  “What are you doing?” he growled at me, making me smile. “Get your helmet on.”

  I shook my head, “In a minute.” I said, “I just want to kiss you first.” I said, as I kissed the corner of his mouth and then the other corner and I kept kissing him until he started to melt into me and kissed me back, opening his mouth and allowing me to slip my tongue in to stroke it against his tongue. Maybe I was being presumptuous that he would welcome my kiss, but hell, he’d come over to pick me up – we had to have something between us... It might have been our first kiss, but it was the best kiss ever... Tentative and breathless and... perfect.

  “Stop, stop,” Buzz said, a little breathlessly, “I can’t have you standing up and me sitting down for this – it’s not right.”

  He got back off his bike and gathered me into his beautiful big, strong arms.

  I melted into him and slid my arms up his chest and around his neck. I threaded my fingers together behind his head, pulling him down so I could kiss him deeply, trying to convey in the kiss everything I felt for him, to show him how wonderful I thought he was – and that I didn’t think there was anything at all stupid about him. Hell, he was absolutely awesome. I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He really had the potential to be
everything I’d ever looked for in a partner... my lover, my protector, my provider – not that I wasn’t prepared to provide for him too, once I’d gotten my degree and hopefully a well-paying job – preferably in show business so we’d end up millionaires...

  I wanted my kiss to also show how utterly ecstatic I was that he saw something in me that he liked too. I knew what was so amazing about him – but I really had no idea what he saw in me. I was skinny, short, bespectacled and totally geeky. Hell, I didn’t even have particularly trendy clothes. I was the epitome of shabby-geek... Still whatever it was that he liked about me – I was grateful for, because I absolutely loved him... It really was as simple as that.

  Our kisses started to get a little heated. Buzz leaned into me, his big, muscly arms pulling me into him even closer. I could feel his erection, hard and powerful against my stomach. Fuck, that felt absolutely awesome.

  Checking around that no one could see, I slid a hand back down his chest and rubbed his erect cock through his jeans, “Do you like that, big guy?” I breathed against his mouth.

  He nodded, “Uh-huh.” He murmured and then I felt his whole body shudder as I pressed myself closer and slid my hand down the front of his jeans and stroked my fingertips across the tip of him.

  “Oh, my God,” he groaned, biting down on his lip, “What are you doing to me?”

  “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” I asked, “Tell me what I can do for you.”

  Buzz leaned away from me slightly, “I want...” he bit his lip and shook his head, “It doesn’t matter...”

  “I’ll do anything for you, baby.” I whispered, “Just tell me what it is that you want.” I had a bloody good idea what it was he wanted. I just couldn’t believe someone so powerful and manly as Buzz wanted to be dominated by a guy like me... Not that I was complaining. Hell, it was just another wet dream come true...

  I looked up at him. Did I dare ask? What if I was misreading everything? “Do you want me to be on top? Is that what you want?”

  His cock jerked against my hand at my words and he nodded, “Yeah,” he said, huffing an embarrassed laugh, “That’s exactly what I want.”

  “Well this is your lucky day.” I murmured, as my own cock went rigid in my boxer shorts. Fuck. I’d never felt so damned turned on in all my life. The thought of being inside Buzz, inside that tight heat was enough to have me coming in my boxers... “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this...” I bit my lip. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

  Buzz’s smile was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud, “Really?” he asked, his voice coming out higher than usual with surprise, “You’re serious? Wow. Could you be any more perfect?”

  I blinked. “Me?” I snorted, “Get lost.”

  He nodded, “But you are – mostly guys have an idea of what I should be like. They see the muscles and the tattoos and immediately they make assumptions about me – and they always want to be topped. Like that’s all I’ve got to offer. And yeah, okay – I’m pretty decent at it,” he blushed a charming shade of pink, “but sometimes it would be nice to be the other guy, you know?”

  I nodded enthusiastically, “Fuck, yeah – tell me about it. Guys always assume I want to bottom – like a twink couldn’t possibly be a top. It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

  He nodded, giving me a shy, incredulous smile, “You never stop surprising me.” He said softly, cupping my chin and kissing me softly.

  I smiled back at him. “Shall we head over to yours?” I asked.

  He nodded, “Fuck, yeah.”

  Chapter 12 – Hot...

  Buzz

  I still had a raging boner when we got back to my place. “I thought I’d cook us a meal?” I said as we made our way to my front door like a pair of eager puppies.

  He nodded enthusiastically, “That would be great.” He said, “I’m hopeless at cooking.”

  I grinned happily. I could just see the years stretching ahead of us, in the kitchen together, me showing him how to cook different meals and then coming home to find him, beaming that beautiful smile at me when he’d cooked us both something from scratch all by himself. I was turning into a right old romantic but I honestly couldn’t help it. My mouth was saying stuff that my mind hadn’t quite authorised it to say, “I’ll be happy to teach you.” I blurted out before I’d even thought it through. Oh, Fuck it all to hell. He’s going to be totally creeped out at me and never come near me again.

  But I was worrying over nothing. He shot me a smile that made me feel as if I was the only person in the world of any importance, “That sounds like a dream come true.” He said, “Take me to the kitchen and show me how to cook, baby.”

  My dick twitched at his words. The way he said it was such a come-on and I was quite sure he was talking about something entirely different but I wasn’t about to focus too much on that right now. I couldn’t deny that things were moving quickly between us but it felt so damned right. Asking me to take him home hit me right in the centre of my chest followed by a wonderful warm glow spreading out throughout my whole body. This was absolutely right. He was absolutely perfect...

  The weather was pretty grim today and it had gotten a lot colder in the last few days. If the temperature dropped too much tonight, Franz would have to get a taxi home... or he could of course stay over. My dick hardened at the thought. I didn’t want to risk riding back over to his and back in icy conditions. I generally walked to work when the weather was bad – the roads around where I lived were never salted.

  “Wanna coffee?” I asked.

  Franz smiled that beautiful sexy smile of his and nodded, “Sure.” He said, “Right after you kiss me – because you haven’t kissed me for at least ten minutes and I’m getting kind of desperate for more.”

  I smiled, “Really?” I asked delightedly before I could get my brain in gear to pretend that this sort of thing happened to me everyday.

  He grinned, “Yeah,” he said moving right into my personal space and wrapping his arms around my waist with his face turned up to mine, “really.”

  Wow – sexy and demanding. I was beginning to like this guy more and more... “Okay then.” I murmured and lowered my mouth to his.

  The soft plumpness of his lips and the breathy little moan that escaped him as our lips met sent a tingle right through my body, straight to my groin as if the two areas were directly connected or something. I groaned along with him. It was like I’d never kissed anyone with so much power over me before. He was totally commanding. It was hot.

  His hands started to roam over my chest, his fingertips circling my nipples and making them instantly harden. Fuck. No one had ever really paid much attention to my nipples before but that was actually a major turn on. He really seemed to know what he was doing. I pulled away from his mouth.

  We stared at each other for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, “What did you stop kissing me for?” he asked.

  I shook my head, “I don’t know.” It was true. My mind had gone a total blank, “Oh, I know.” I said, “How many guys have you done this with?”

  He raised an eyebrow, “Does it matter?” he asked.

  I shrugged. Not really, I was just curious... “Not to me,” I murmured, pulling him back in for more of those addictive lips.

  He smiled, “Good.” He said just before our lips met.

  I backed us up to the sofa and flopped myself down on it, pulling him down on top of me, “You are fucking gorgeous.” I whispered to him between some really hot, verging on dirty, kisses. He was a total master at this...

  He smiled at me, his lips slightly bruised and red and shiny from our kissing, “Likewise.” He murmured, “Now I know you said you wanted to show me how you cooked, but I was thinking of something else... something that sounds a little bit like it.” He bit his lip and looked up at me through his eyelashes, those amazing eyes were kind of green tonight, “Or maybe,” he batted his lashes, “I could show you...”