Elija Grimes sleeps with everyone he bumps into and even finds himself in bed with his three 'straight' friends. His actions have enormous consequences and it's questionable whether those are good or bad.
(Standalone)
Written: May 2016 - Jan 2017
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~ Gray ~
I sat on the edge of Randy's bed, looking at the art supplies scattered across the room, wondering how on earth he could even find everything back. Had it always been this much? It was like a mountain of paper and brushes and pencils and paint. How would he know where to find anything in this mess?
"Randy," I said and he looked up from his sketch book. We were together in his room, content with simply spending time together, not really doing anything but talk.
"Yeah?"
"What are these?" I asked, picking up a stack of loose paper sheets with such vague things on them I couldn't even tell what it was supposed to be. I'd say it was abstract, but what did I know about art? It was almost moving on the paper.
"They're gesture lines," Randy said and then started explaining what they were and why he drew them, and for some reason, I had the feeling that he'd told me this before. "I like doing them with people I see. So let's say, you lie on here, stretched out." He pressed me down onto the bed and sat beside me to shift my body to the right position. Suddenly, I was lying there, completely vulnerable, looking up at him. He looked down at me with his deep green eyes, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Randy?" I whispered, even if I didn't even know what I wanted to say. I had no idea if... something was supposed to be happening right now. That something had never happened before, and surprisingly, I was perfectly fine with that. I'd never even thought about it. Should I?
Randy slowly leaned his head down to plant a small kiss on my lips and then started to move away again, but I reached up and pulled him back down.
Normally, I wouldn't have been the one to initiate, but this day, I felt different. I'm not sure why. Everything was hazy and fuzzy, and dark and light at the same time, and it somehow seemed like Randy wasn't even real. Like he was just a figment of my imagination. I felt drowsy and out of place.
I was holding the back of Randy's head and found hair to grab hold of, getting a good grip on it as his tongue was slipping past my lips, into my mouth. I felt excited but kind of weird about it at the same time. It was confusing. Why wasn't I just happy, like I should be? Why was I feeling like something was... not right?
While my head was busy with all these internal thoughts, Randy's hand was suddenly at the edge of my shirt and slowly slid under it, touching my belly, goosebumps appearing all over. Shivers went up my spine as his hand moved farther up my torso, and that's when it went from weird to straight-up uncomfortable.
I pushed him away.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I just d-don't feel c-comfortable. I don't want y-you to touch me l-like that."
