He's upstairs. He's showering, in my bathroom in my house.
It's hard, trying to contain my excitement. The love of my life is right upstairs. Not to mention that he's naked, while in my house.
I've been in this situation before. Just not when my feelings towards him were this extreme. That was when I could contain myself. But now....
Now I just want to go up there and make him mine. Go up there and completely....Clean thoughts, James. Clean thoughts...
The sound of the water stopping snapped me out of my daze. I realized that I was staring at the now sleeping computer monitor. I wiggled the mouse and the screen illuminated once more, displaying the half edited video.
My mind wandered off once again. A certain brunette in the center of the cluster.
What was I going to do about this? I obviously can't just go and tell him right away. I can't just go talk to him like.
"Hey Aleks! Guess what? I've been in love with you for a while, and I want to know if you love me back." Just no I can't do that.
Plus what if he's not gay? I mean I think he's bi. I'm pretty sure he told me he's bi. Oh I don't have time to think about thi-!
"James?" My head shot up as I spun around in my chair. Aleks was standing in my doorway. And my God he looked so sexy.
His beautiful brown hair was ruffled up and damp, with small droplets of water hanging off on the tips. He had a white towel wrapped around his tiny waist......just his waist. His pale skin covered his magnificent torso, that displayed a sculpted six-pack. Oh Lord save my soul because I just died!
"Yeah?" I said trying my best to keep my eyes locked on his. He raised an eyebrow before continuing.
"Um, do you have any clothes? I didn't bring any." He awkwardly shifted in the doorway.
"Yeah sure, I have some stuff that's too small for me," I got up from my seat and exited the room.
"Do you just want a shirt and shorts?" I asked looking back at the Russian behind me.
"That's fine. Do you have any...um....boxers?" His face displayed a slight pink hue on the apple of is cheeks.
Why is he being so awkward about boxers?
I grabbed the clothes and handed them to him along with a pair of boxers. "Good?" I asked him.
He nodded before muttering a 'thanks' and turning back the guest room, swaying his hips the slightest bit. "G'night James," he called from down the hall.
"Night Aleks."
God this is gonna kill me.
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So this chapter was a little short I just needed to get the story going. This was only 456 words and I usually write about 1,200 but I just wanted to update since I said I would update every week.
~Hooka
