Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 13: Starting over

"Hey, you need to get your sleep when and where you can."

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Clark begins to fidget in his seat. "Which part...the fruit salad?" 

"You know what I mean." Roshan says through tight lips. "You, me, hands, lips, y'know." 

"I know." Clark says, smiling as he looks down momentarily before looking back up. "You need to know, I don't usually behave like that, I mean, act so spontaneously with everyone I meet..." 

"And you think I do?" Roshan interrupts. "I need to make that clear. I don't want you thinking of me as someone with loose morels." 

"Maybe I like your loose morels." Clark says in jest. 

"Hey! I want my morals intact." Roshan replies in defence. He then leans forwards a little. "Look, what I'm trying to say is can we just forget about it?" 

Clark furrows his brow at the comment. "Are you saying you regret what we did? Because as much as I never planned for it to happen, it did and I don't regret it." 

"Jesus... Of course I don't regret it. But there is more to both of us than just our bodies. You are just so dangerous to be around...and if we ever get caught, I could get fired." Even though Roshan was trying his best to keep his voice down, he could tell it was rising. He manages to compose himself a little before continuing. "I want to get to know you."

"Ok, ok" Clark holds out his hand. "I'm Clark Layton. Nice to meet you." 

Roshan looks at the hand being offered to him. "What are you doing?" 

"Let's start again, from this point. You and me." He again draws Roshan's attention to his outstretched hand wiggling his fingers.

Roshan gazes down at the hand, which had already been wrapped around his most intimate self and had given him the best orgasm he had experienced in a long while. He reaches forward with his own hand. "Roshan Heath." He replies, as their hands meet. They both make eye contact and grace each other with a smile. "I look forward to getting to know you better." 

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Morton is trying his best to pass the time. An hour could seem like no time at all when he was watching his favourite programme on netflix, but sitting in the stillness of the bookstore, it was becoming the slowest hour of his life! He now could feel himself nodding off on the counter, his breathing getting heavier by the minute, only being brought round by the bell being tinged by his head.

He lifts up his screwed up face, with creases from his shirt pressed into his skin. "I'd like to buy this please." Morton looks down at the book of traditional Japanese haiku poems, before his eyes get drawn to the customer. 

"Mr Rodriguez!" Morton says in surprise.  He rubs his face with his hands in order to wake himself up a little. 

"Didn't mean to disturb your rest." He says with a smile. 

"Sorry." Morton says a little embarrassed with the language teacher finding him in such a state. 

"Hey, you need to get your sleep when and where you can. I'm actually asleep right now, I can just do it with my eyes open." They guy replies with a grin. 

"Oh ok.' Morton says, laughing maybe a little too harder than needed. He proceeds to open the book to check on the price, before ringing it up on the cash register.  

The relevant notes get handed over in exchange for the book being placed in an unassuming brown paper bag. "Thank you..."

"Morton. Morton Strange." 

"That's right. You sit next to...."

"Oliver Smith" Morton informs. "And you're  Mr Rodriguez." 

"Raphael, please. I'm not in the classroom now." He says as he places the book under his arm. 

"Raphael." Morton repeats, feeling weirdly naughty calling the teacher by his first name. 

"So is this your store? I was told someone on my course owned an eclectic bookstore, and thought I'd check it out." Raphael says, once again looking around at the overflowing bookshelves. 

"Uuh...yes... It's my store." Morton lies through his teeth, not sure why he couldn't tell the guy the truth, that he in fact was currently 'in between jobs'. 

"Well you need to advertise it a little better, this place is a little find." Raphael adds, before leaning in a little closer. "As are you." 

"M...me?" Morton says, as out of nowhere, drums began to beat in his chest. 

"Yes you. Este lugar ha sido difícil de encontrar, más que verte sin ropa, pero no pierdo la esperanza."

"Mmhm." Morton grins as he has no clue as to what has just been said to him, just enjoying the thrill of the words rolling off Raphael's tongue. He began to question whether he was actually still asleep or was even daydreaming. 

"See you in class Mr Strange." Raphael says as he backs away from the counter before exiting the shop, leaving Morton in a trance like state. 

He takes his hand to his cheek, giving himself a hard slap. "Ow!" He complains. Yes, he was definitely awake!