One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 3

“Oh my god,” David moaned as he walked into Pierre’s room, not even asking before plopping down on his bed. 

Pierre laughed and followed him in, shutting the door behind him, and taking a seat on the edge of the bed near David’s feet. “Tired?” he asked, trying to hold back his obviously amused smile. 

David exhaled over exaggeratedly and turned his head to the side in a limp manner, staring blankly at Pierre. “I have never been so tired in my entire god damn life,” he admitted, his voice low and monotone. 

Pierre let out a bit of a laugh at this, shaking his head and patting David on the shin a few times. “Well, ya’earned it,” Pierre said mysteriously as he stood. 

David propped himself up with his elbows, cocking an eyebrow at the older, more muscular, big n’ beefy, tanned... boy. “Earned what?” David asked, managing to sit up the rest of the way. Pierre left the room, giving David a bit of a... oh gosh, it was almost what one would call a dirty smirk, as he left. And now he had David’s full attention. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, David waited impatiently for Pierre to return, hoping to God he’d be naked or something. It’d been a while [almost a whole month since David had gotten to bumfuck, Arkansas] since he’d gotten any lovin’, and the big lug certainly was turning David on more and more each day. 

But when Pierre returned, he was not – as David had hoped – naked. But he was holding a towel. Maybe he wants to take a shower and whip my naked body, right before licking me all over with his tongue... his big... muscular... ooh shit. David’s mind was racing with dirty things, most of which he wouldn’t do if his life depended on it. He wasn’t into the whole ‘violence fetish’. He was just VERY sexually frustrated. 

But, again to his disappointment, Pierre didn’t want to take a shower with him. “Here,” Pierre said shortly as he threw the towel over David’s head. 

David pulled it off his head, looking at Pierre with a disappointment and a twist of confusion. “Wha?” 

“Jeez, Ah knew you was frum California, but Ah didn’t know you was stupid, too,” Pierre laughed, rubbing the top of David’s head a bit roughly and ruffing up his hair. 

“Shut up!” David growled, pushing Pierre’s hand from his head. 

“Take a damn shower, dummy!” Pierre said as he grabbed David by the shirt and picked him up from the bed. “Ya smell!” he continued, pushing him toward the door. 

“That’d be a lot easier if I KNEW where your bathroom was!” David said with a false harsh tone in his voice. 

“Ah’ll lead the way!” Pierre joked, standing behind David. He placed both hands gently on his back just above his shoulder blades, his fingers folding effortlessly over the curve of his shoulders. The two stood there for a second, neither saying a word; both incapable of speech. 

“P-Pierre?” David asked, his voice a bit airy, although he didn’t move. He kept his eyes trained on Pierre’s closed door, swallowing hard and licking his lips nervously.

“Whut?” Pierre’s voice came back gruffly.

“Are you gonna lead the way now?” 

They stood still for another moment, before Pierre began to push him forward again, the intimate moment lost, and the goofy grin quickly returning to his face. “‘f Course Ah am!” he said, pushing David closer to the closed door.

“Well wait a minute!!” David yelled frantically, pushing back against his hands and fumbling with the door nob as to open the door and not be squished against it. Not that the thought of Pierre pressing him against the door from behind really bugged him. Jesus Christ, I need to get laid, he thought, noticing how horny he was.