The Set Up *~BoyxBoy Romance~*

Chapter Three

The Set Up

Chapter Three

My first glance was flooded with a level of beauty that was almost too much to handle without warning. I made sure to yank my eyes away and close my open mouth before he caught me gawking at him helplessly. I had never seen him before, but my smile disappeared, and I clammed up immediately.

"Hi." He said, looking me right in the eye.

 It felt like I had swallowed a brick when his eyes first connected to mine, and I shimmied in my chair a little as my limbs turned to jelly.

"Hi..." I answered him, but my voice couldn't have been much more than a whisper.

I think...I think his presence just really caught me off guard, is all.

"This is my best bud, Tyler, and this is Summer." Jake did the introductions, and the other boy happily shook hands and gave us a polite smile.

His soft skin came into contact with mine, and I was almost afraid to hold his hand for more than a split second because it was making me blush. I think that my brain suddenly froze up on me, as I couldn't really get past the initial first glance of him, and yanking my hand back so fast from his shake made it look like he had burned my fingers. He was wearing black jeans that hung a little low on him, mostly because his stomach was so incredibly flat, and a button down black denim shirt that he wore open to reveal a gleaming white t-shirt underneath. And a cute shark tooth necklace around his neck, hanging just below his collarbone. To be near him was a breathtaking experience. Yes, I was definitely...'impressed'.

"Guys, this is Adam. I met him the last couple of times our school basketball team beat the pants off of his. Not that they had much chance to begin with!" Jake said with a smirk, and Adam didn't have much choice but to shrug in reluctant agreement.

"You guys could attribute some of those points to luck, you know?" He said, a gentle Irish accent gliding over certain words when he spoke.

His voice was a bit lighter than I expected it to be, but I thought it was really cute. Each and every syllable seemed to slide gracefully off of the tip of his tongue with this seductive sense of grace. The rhythm with which he spoke made his words dance across the table, and I was entranced. I already knew that I could just listen to him talk for hours, and he had only been talking for a few seconds.

"Yep! And the 'rest' of the points belong to me." Jake let a cocky grin cross his lips, and posed a bit with his biceps flexed for effect. "Meaning that we have just enough points to beat you, three games to your....um...zero!"

"Whatever. We'll see what happens when your luck runs out, and you're forced to score on 'skill' alone. Then we'll see." Adam smiled, and his eyes connected with mine briefly before I forced my gaze downward again.

I'm pretty sure that he noticed me. But what else was I to do? You could feel his every glance in your lower abdomen, for crying out loud! It was terrifying. It was like having someone put an ice cold stethoscope to your nuts and watching you flinch and cower from the sensation.

"So what did you guys order so far? I have no idea what to get."

God, his voice was so enchanting. Almost erotic in its delivery. It made me fidget again just to hear it.

"The cider! You've got to have some! Trust me on this!" Summer said happily.

"Oh, alright. If that's the recommendation of the day, I'm all for it." He said.

Adam was slightly taller than me by a few inches, but the same weight, if not less, from the looks of it. But he was...really cute. The kind of cute that you only see in magazines and boy band album covers. He had this medium length, super soft, dark brown hair, that was just a little bit longer in the back than up front. And it was like 'perfect', you know? Straight, light, and 'touchable'. And since his hair was so dark, it was an amazingly beautiful contrast to his eyes. His eyes were huge. Like a baby deer. And they were this spectacular mix of ice blue and mint green that was more than intimidating to look at. And yet, those giant pools of expressive majesty just seemed to pull you in to stare at them longingly whether you wanted to or not. And his voice. That angelic voice, his accent only really strong on little words and phrases here and there. Just strong enough to make a presence while he was speaking. I loved it. He was really slim, his body looking almost serpentine in his clothes, his belt, merely for show on his trim hips. You just wanted to run your fingers lightly up and down the center of his flat chest, and down over his soft stomach, that looked almost sucked in at the waist. But it wasn't the kind of body that looked like he put a lot of 'work' into it. It was still sweet, and pure, with the kind of visible sponginess that allowed him to walk that thin line between the high school athlete and the proverbial boy next door sweetheart. It was the kind of gorgeous package that inspires love, lust, and a never-ending infatuation from all angles of the room. Jesus...what the hell was he even doing here?