Donovan
When I finish playing, I open my eyes, and my hair is a mess. Then I remember Aiden is in the room and sit up straight fix my clothes and brush my hair back with my hands and clear my throat. I ask with a clear and stern voice how that was to the instructor avoiding eye contact with Aiden. The instructor responds that today was a special treat for everyone and that he wished I would play more pieces like this one. I nod my head slightly and stand up and thank him for today's lesson, and tell him I will see him later. I look over to see Aiden is sitting on the floor just staring at me. I announce to the room that I am feeling tired and will take the rest of the day off from my schedule and head off to my room. Aiden quickly gets up and jogs towards me, and asks if he can escort me. It is his please at the end of his request that makes me agree, and as we walk next to each other, there is silence, but there is a strong feeling. It is intense. It is as though he isAiden I can't believe what is happening. Don just walked in, said all the right things, and here we are inter-twined in a heated make-out session in his family's library. I can't think of anything right now but the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue in my mouth sends shivers down my back. I've never felt such electricity. He makes my body feel the rush of being high on drugs, and I feel the warmth of dancing around at the clubs all night, and I love every single moment. He whispers in my ear and grabs my hand, and directs me out of the library, and we head to his room. Before we go into his room, he asks if this is okay, and I say, I want nothing more. He smiles and opens his door. When we enter his room, he dims his lights, opens his balcony window to allow the evening's cool breeze to blow throughout the room, and he puts on music. The first song is "Feel Your Love" by Dimitri Vegas, and I am in shock. I look at him and say I didn't think he listened
Donovan I've had it. I don't want Aiden here. I am a grown man, and I won't tolerate such disrespect. When I match up to his door and knock politely, he dismisses me again, and I can feel my face start to burn. He is an asshole, I tell myself. An arrogant, selfish asshole, and so I whack the door even harder. After all, it is my damn door. When he tells me to piss off, I decide I'll do the opposite, and I use my set of master house keys, and I open the door. There is instant regret upon opening the door, and my face goes from red to white very quickly. I could feel the cluster of heat depart as soon as the shock wave came. Aiden is standing naked with just a bedsheet covering his groin. You can tell it's all he could grab and cover in such a short time. He holds it directly over his penis, which is still very much erect, and after having noticed it, I am blushing. In the heat of the moment, with everything going on, I said some things I didn't mean. I was furious, but now re
Aiden I make it back to my room successfully. The gay gods came through for me. I quickly change out of my clothes and into gym attire and head for this smaller gym I've had my eye on. It's hidden in the back area of this Castle. The other gym is massive, and I think they have gym parties there or something. I arrive at the gym early, and I am alone. I decided I would punish myself through weight lifting for last night. Trying to get Don off my mind was a bad idea anyway. I mean, I work for the guy. Not sure why I thought a one-night stand would fix everything. I need to start thinking rationally. I'll devise a plan after I slay some demons here in this gym. So I get to work. After I've after begun to build up a sweat and have detoxed my body of last night's impurities, and Don walks in. We make brief eye contact. But I can't stare too long. I need to keep my distance from him. He is everything I want in a man, and that is the very reason I need to stay away. I
Donovan Do you ever wake up in the mornings, lay on your back, open your eyes, blink a few times, and realize that "yes," "yes," this is reality, and you're a part of it? Your dreams are not real. Oh, what goals I have, and oh how I wish they were my reality. Such plans I have I wish I could tell them to into my reality. Flying cars, animals that could speak, a cruelty-free world, one where all people learn from their pain and everyone finds true love in their perfect image. A perfect match in every way. Image meeting that one person as weird as you, who is into all the odd things you do, the sad, the mundane, the insane, the moronic. A person who you can lay in bed with all day with and do absolutely nothing with, never growing tired of them, saying the words, I hate you with a big smile on your face, telling them to go away while hugging them and laughing. Secretly watching them cry during a cute romance movie, being able to announce to them how beautiful it is that
Aiden So much pressure in the rooms now everywhere I see him. Every time I see him, songs play in my head. Is this what liking someone feels like, or do I want to fuck him. Come on, Aiden. This is a job, nothing more, focus! I need to stay away from this guy. Yes, he is hot. Yes, he has talent. Yes, his ass looks fantastic, and his body looks amazing while he plays tennis. Sweat glittering against the sun's rays. But it is just sweat, he is just a man, and it is just the lame sport of tennis. So I need to focus. Paycheck, money, the deal. I need to shake this off. Better yet, I need to go clubbing tonight when I get off work and hook up with someone. I clock off, and off I go. It's club "Wave," and as soon as I walk in, they are playing my jam " You Turning Me Up" by Issam Alnajjar, and I am jumping around like I honestly do not care. Because I can't care, I have someone to get out of my system. Then some random makes his move, and he is in front of me. I am wearing
Donovan When I finish playing, I open my eyes, and my hair is a mess. Then I remember Aiden is in the room and sit up straight fix my clothes and brush my hair back with my hands and clear my throat. I ask with a clear and stern voice how that was to the instructor avoiding eye contact with Aiden. The instructor responds that today was a special treat for everyone and that he wished I would play more pieces like this one. I nod my head slightly and stand up and thank him for today's lesson, and tell him I will see him later. I look over to see Aiden is sitting on the floor just staring at me. I announce to the room that I am feeling tired and will take the rest of the day off from my schedule and head off to my room. Aiden quickly gets up and jogs towards me, and asks if he can escort me. It is his please at the end of his request that makes me agree, and as we walk next to each other, there is silence, but there is a strong feeling. It is intense. It is as though he is