Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 13.)

       As he described in his email, I attempted to pleasure myself while my back pressed against the cold shower wall, closing my eyes and picturing him. What would his hands feel like when they touched me? I tilted my head back with a little groan as I took care of my problem.

        I finished off with a loud moan of his name, panting heavily and resting for a few seconds before slowly standing and washing myself off completely. I washed my hair out and turned the water hot, wincing because I wasn't used to it. I stayed like that, practically burning my skin off as I waited for my body adjust. I sighed with relief when it did and finished my routine in the shower. When I stepped out, cold air hit my body and I shivered, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my body like a girl would to get warm. I walked in front of the mirror and dried off my face, applying the acne cream again like the paranoid person I am. I apply it at least four times a day when it is the weekend and two when it is a school day... Morning and night to be exact.

          I sighed a bit as I went into my bedroom, not giving two shits about fixing my hair. I tried the towel turban that Marley does all the time, took a picture and sent it to her. 'I tried.' It was decent enough to hold my hair, but not expertly. i got a reply back quickly, basically her laughing at me and showing off her own skills. i grabbed some boxers and warm clothes, curling up in my bed and yawning. I was tired from today... I blinked a few times before falling asleep.

      I was woken up by my parents around sevenish for dinner, rubbing my eyes as I shuffled out of bed and downstairs. I sat down, covering my mouth for a large yawn. "Mn. What's for dinner?" I smacked my lips together to get the awful taste from my mouth.

       "Mom made her own pizza and may I say it is amazing." Dad said as she came out and set the two medium sized pizzas on the table. They looked PERFECT.

      She placed one down in front of me, this one had all my favorites. Extra cheese, lots of meat and light on the sauce. She grinned, "Pepperoni, ham, and bacon with mozzarella cheese.' She kissed my forehead and I smiled.

      "Thanks mom." She had cut it before I came down, so I pulled out two large pieces and ate as much as I could. Which... Might of ended up as five out of eight pieces. "Never order it again, just make it. Please." I grinned and she laughed. My mom was gorgeous when she smiled and she really lit up a room...

      She reached over, gently ruffling my hair and kissing my head again. "Maybe, if I can get the supplies, I will make it and every Friday thing. And if not that often, at least every other week. I nodded rather excitedly. It was ALWAYS great seeing her happy... No feeling in the world could be greater than seeing her happy...

      After dinner, I wrapped up the remaining pieces of my pizza. There were the same amount from both pizzas left. Three slices. I knew my dad ate most of them. I placed them in a Ziploc back, tight and sealed before placing it into the refrigerator and doing all my dishes. I walked over, giving my mom a kiss on the cheek and my dad a quick hug. My mom stopped me, "Aren't we going to watch a movie?" She was shocked that I didn't remember it was Friday movie night...

       "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I guess the first week of school threw me off." I apologized and she had a gentle expression on her face again.

      "Alright, what movie do my boys want to watch tonight?" She asked as she brought my father and I to the couch, taking seats on opposite sides so she could sit between us.

     "Well," my father started, holding her hand. "What does my beautiful wife want to watch?" It was weird, but I wouldn't be disgusted like most teenagers were of their parents. It was honestly very adorable... I gave a giggle on the side and my mother jokingly shushed me.

        I smiled a bit at them, rolling my eyes as they had there little moment. Once they were done, my dad grabbed the remote and turned on Netflix, searching through the options as my mom cuddled against him.

         We settled on Hunger Games, in which my mom cried a bit at the death of Rue. We finished the movie and said goodnight, parting ways and heading to our rooms. I crawled into my bed and checked the time. 10:37. I didn't want to go to bed though.... I chewed my lip, thinking about how I wanted to email with him again. I sighed and crawled under my sheets, reaching over on my nightstand where I left the head band. I pulled it on, laying my head against my pillow. I let out another sigh, followed by a yawn. I was glad Sebastian wasn't here to see me. I probably looked so stupid. I closed my eyes, curling up and getting comfortable.

            I was about to hall asleep until my phone went off, scaring me a bit. I sighed shakily and reached over, snatching it up. A photo from Samantha. A grin on her face, happy look in her eyes. I raised a brow, 'What?' I was confused. I got a reply quickly.

          'Sorry, that was for Aubrey. :P' I rolled my eyes, stupid text woke me up... I put my phone back down, a bit more awake from the scare. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, telling myself to go back to sleep. It took too long though. I sat up, stretched and went into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my forehead, sighing. Some people didn't care about acne, sadly, I did. I looked at the big ones, a little grossed out by them. Okay, Dexter, don't freak out so much. You aren't a zit covered monster, even if you look like you're evolving into one.

          I whined a bit, looking through my creams. I washed my hands and face, applied the cream and washed my hands again. I quickly used the restroom and then washed my hands thoroughly, wiping down my face again. Ugh, I swear I might be addicted to this crap. I just wish, and I'm sure every other teen does, too, there was a cream that removed blemishes INSTANTLY. That would sell so fast... I'd probably buy out most of it, anyways.

           I made my way back into my bed, curling up again and closing my eyes. I fell asleep a little easier this time, dreaming over Sebastian of course. He was one fine specimen. His voice was so nice and soothing to me, it gave me chills...

         When I woke in the morning, I discovered an embarrassing accident. I was flustered, though no one could see. I quickly got up and changed, stripping my bed and taking them to the washing machine and starting a load. Did I really had that good of a dream? I was so embarrassed by that... I can't believe I did it! 

           I sighed and walked into the kitchen, seeing the coffee already made and used. I sighed and, since I knew no one was home, I poured it out and cleaned it, placing it into the strainer to dry. My eyes trailed to the top of the refrigerator and then the cabinets above. I hopped on the counter and opened it up, looking in to check out the cereals. I grabbed out the Honey Combs and poured a bowl, sitting in the living room to eat. I turned the TV on the childish Saturday cartoons. The Emporer's New School was on. This was actually a decent serious... Though the movies were so much better...

          I finished eating and cleaned my bowl, heading to the shower and taking a five minute one before running down to the computer room to check my email.