A Waiting Game

First things first...

Lem POV:

He's been talking a lot of shit lately.  Making comments that I know he thinks will get a specific reaction out of me.  I've been keeping it cool for the most part, but I can't lie, if he tries me again, I'm gonna give him what he wants and even more.  We've gotten really close over the last few months.  We spend almost everyday together, and when we're not together we're on FaceTime.  For all intents and purposes and to most people on the outside looking in, we are more than friends.  I'm definitely open to exploring the possibility with him, but I don't think he is at the same level of acceptance of his sexuality that I am.  It seems like he wants more with me but he's afraid.  Maybe he's scared I'll reject him; I won't.  Maybe he's afraid of what people will think, but they already think it anyway.  I've been being patient with this situation but the teasing is driving me up a fucking wall.  I'm Lemuel but everyone calls me Lem.  Everyday I feel like I'm going to just break down and tell Tristan how I feel, how I really feel about him, but then he says or does something that makes me feel like I shouldn't.  His new thing is telling me about every girl that looks his way.  While I'm happy for him getting the attention, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little jealous.  I mean I'm cool with us just being friends, but if he ever gave me a real shot I'm taking it with no hesitation.  The truth is I am deeply in love with a man who doesn't even know himself let alone how to deal with his feelings for me.

I first met Tristan a few years ago when we worked together at a distribution center.  When I first saw him, I thought he was cute.  He's a little shorter than me, around 5'10.  He has the most beautiful smooth skin the color of caramel.  His eyes are dark and brooding.  He wears a look like he's always thinking.  His lips are full and pink.  They looked so kissable the first time I noticed them that it took everything in me not to rush him and devour them.  He has a nice body too.  Not the perfect athletic build with defined muscles, but not frail and thin either.  He was the perfect size:  slim but built very well.  He has a perfectly round butt that I just want to sink my teeth into whenever he walks past me.  His ass isn't huge, but it's shaped perfectly and it's soft.  I'll tell y'all how I know that later......

I had worked at the Maple's distribution center since right after I dropped out of college my freshman year.  At first it was going to be temporary until I got back into school but the money was good and I just realized that school wasn't really my thing.  I started in the department that unloads the trucks and I was really good at it.  I moved so quickly and efficiently that I was eventually promoted to training for the department to show them my methods to improve our productivity overall.  One day I got a new class of 9 and my 9th trainee was late.  Tristan struck me the moment he stumbled in making an excuse about him having trouble finding our work area.  I knew it was bullshit because I had heard that excuse plenty of times before but I usually let trainees make it the first couple days.  Of course the fact that he was literally the finest man in his class didn't hurt him.  As soon as I laid eyes on him I analyzed his entire body and I had to catch myself from staring because my dick was about to tent my shorts.  I quickly snapped myself out of it and got back to training hoping he or no one else noticed my extended gaze.  I assumed he was just like the rest of the guys on our team:  straight, or curious but unwilling to explore.  This is how I pretty much dealt with any guy I found attractive:  straight until proven otherwise.  Maybe it's overkill but it did keep me out of drama especially at work which was a priority for me.  Little did I know that Tristan would shake that mentality to its core and have me taking risks I never thought I would take.

At first we had a pretty normal coworker relationship.  Our team all got along pretty well and we were like a little family.  Tristan fit in almost immediately.  He was funny so all the dudes liked him, and he was cute so all the girls wanted him.  Even though he probably got a lot of pussy thrown at him, he seemed to never really be interested in taking the bait.  At first I just assumed he already had a lil boo or something.  Honestly if I wasn't a trainer I would've probably knocked a couple of my trainees (both male and female) off.  I kept it professional at work though and I hadn't met anyone who piqued my interest enough to risk it until Tristan came onto the team.  Before then I had a strict "I don't fuck or fuck with anyone in my department" rule that I never violated.