Short Stories

6.) Can't Take My Hands Off You

6.)  Can't Take My Hands Off You

(Benny's Point of View...)

"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you." I sing with the music and stare at a picture of Jeffery.

"Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothing else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak. But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it's real. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you." I dance around, imagining that I'm dancing with him, Jeffery. Man, I'm so gay.

I yelp once I feel hands on my waist, swinging me around the room romantically. "Hey Benny, how's it going?" Jeffery whispers in my ear grinds himself into me from behind me, making my heart beat rapidly. What—What the hell?

"Jeffery, what are you doing?" I ask and try to pry his hands off me, but he won't budge. Is he playing with me? Why is he doing this?

". . . Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me love you, baby, let me love you..." He sings in his husky voice, his chin resting on my head. I've always hated the fact that he's taller than me...

I get free from his grasp and back away from him. "Wh-What are you doing here?!" I ask nervously. Dear god, do I have a boner?! I turn around, trying to hide it as I mentally curse myself. I'm so stupid!

"I felt like coming over and hanging out with you, only, I didn't think it'd be like this..." He says and forces me to turn around.

"L-Like what?" I ask as he begins to caress my cheek. Is he trying to give me a heart attack?!

"Tell me, Benny, what do you feel for me? Because it obviously isn't only as a friend feels."

"Wh—I don't know what you're talking about..." I say and back away as he comes closer.

"Benny, you were singing 'Can't Take My Eyes Off You' while staring at a photo of me. So tell me, how do you really feel?" Once I back into the counter, he puts his arms at both of my sides, keeping me trapped.

"I don't..." I stare at his feet, unable to find the right words to fix this. Is he trying to make fun of me? Can't he just let it go?

"You don't... What?" He asks and puts his hand over mine, making my face a bright red.

"I was just singing, it didn't have anything to do with you..." I murmur and continue avoiding eye contact with him.

"Really? Then what's this?" He asks as he cups the rather large bulge in my jeans. I gasp and my face becomes an even darker shade of red as I turn my head to the side.

He massages me and I moan, leaning into his touch. Why am I doing this?! With my best friend, no doubt... Why is he doing this?

"It... Jeffery, stop..." I order shakily and bite my lip to prevent any more moans from escaping.

"I don't want to." He says and puts a hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"W-Why not?" I ask, but it's more of a whimper, considering how he's still kneading me.

His lips crush onto mine, gentle at first but gradually getting rougher. Hold... Hold on, I'm confuzzled. Why are we doing this? Why is he kissing me and why am I letting him? Being with him is only a fantasy... it's not actually going to happen...