How Paris Changed My Life

8

He wraps his arms around me and on top of my arms, basically hugging me from behind. I hold his arms and lean into his touch to catch my breath. Once my breathing returns to normal, I look up at James and smile. He smiles at me and I lean up and kiss his left cheek. His eyes widen slightly, but then he kisses my cheek back. We sit like that for a while.

Finally, I lean over and ask, "Would you like to help me figure out what to wear to dinner with your parents?"

"I like what you're wearing now." says James.

"Maybe you're okay with it, but I, on the other hand, want to make a good impression on my boyfriend's parents. And besides, whatever you're wearing now." I pause to look at his outfit.

"My mom would really like it. You're one of the few boys in school who doesn't dress like a complete bum. I certainly would never be caught dead wearing what some of the boys at that school wear. So yeah. Give me a hand. What should I wear?"

I open his closet and look through all his clothes. James quickly steps towards me and looks at me. After about ten minutes of taking apart his closet, we finally get to an outfit for me. I wore his shirt with a blue hoodie, my favorite.

"It took us ten minutes to find something as simple as this." James says as I show James the outfit. He looks at me from head to toe.

"Well, I think you look perfect in this outfit.'" I look at the mirror he has in his room.

"I'm sure you'll say that no matter what I'm wearing. I could be wearing a fucking G-string and you'll say I look perfect."

"Well, I wouldn't say no if I saw you in a thong." I snap my fingers.

"Enough with the nonsense. You big perverted flirt!" I scoff and laugh softly. I turn around, my back to James, and search his desk to find my glasses. I find it and put it on.

"You know, those pants make your ass look good."

"Nice to know my butt looks good in these pants. Thank you, I was just going to ask."

I turn to James, now with my glasses on my face. He looks at me, a blush spreading across his face. He exhales.

"I look so good I'm going to leave you speechless? Huh! I wonder if you'll ever leave me speechless." I say shocked and surprised to James why he thinks I look so good in a simple outfit.

"I can only think of one thing, and that's this." he says confidently, standing up quickly and taking off his shirt just as quickly. I feel my face heat up and my eyes get so big they seem to pop out of my head.

"Fuck you're hot!" I turn around, lean my elbows on his office chair and rub my chest. I look back at James and look at his shirtless body again.

"God, he looks so sexy! Shit! Fuck he's hot!"

"You know you're saying all that out loud, right?" says James.

I stop and look at him and blush even harder. I slowly look at him from top to bottom. I bite my lip and say,

"God, the things I would do to you, and the things I would make you do if we were alone right now! Ugh! How?! How can you look like that?"

"Workouts." He says nonchalantly. I keep staring at his naked torso and can't stop looking.

"Umm, Noah! Eyes are here." James snaps his finger, taking me back to reality and out of my trance. I apologize to James, still looking at his shirtless self.

"You know, you should be with me shirtless more often should be, but just a reminder, I'll probably be too busy drooling over that hot body to understand the words you're saying to me."