Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 14.)

      I pouted, then remembered I didn't give him much to reply to last night anyways...

      I started typing up a message to him.

Because of you mentioning that STUPID fucking shower, I had to. I would enjoy feeling your hands over my body, but not until I am actually allowing your hands to have too much fun. You'll get to have fun at some point, I promise that, but I will not promise when. I can wait, but I'm not sure about you.

    -Dexter White.

     I send and crossed my arms, unsatisfied with the small amount I wrote down. I sighed, was he even up? I laid my head against the desk and closed my eyes, "Mn... I want him." I huffed... Stupid teenage boy hormones.... I hugged myself and closed my eyes. It sucked more because straight couples could stand in the halls and make out whenever they wanted. I can barely oggle at a guy without someone screaming at me. I got an email soon.

Since my email is connected to my phone as well, I was woken up by your message. I do have homework to grade, so thank you, but thank you for your message. One day, I would enjoy seeing your "technique" in the shower but in front of me. I want to see if you're at least doing it so there is maximum pleasure from your own hand. Though, I could show you out to do it with my hand... I will try my best not to get ahead of myself and do anything that you have not consented. I am not the kind of person who does things without consent, except our first kiss, but I couldn't ruin the moment by asking if I could kiss you... It was fun with a bit of surprise, but I will start asking for other things. I do not want to be reported for slipping up, so do something to keep me in line, got it?

-Sebastian

     I flushed a bit at his words, smiling more towards the end. Consent was a good thing. A sexy thing. Both, a good and sexy thing. I bit my lip and cover my eyes for a moment, then my hands dart to my keyboard after hitting 'New Message'

Well, I'm glad that you find consent necessary, because if you didn't, I would most likely report you. So, consent, good. Thumbs up and brownie points for Sebastian. And, don't worry, as I said before, you will not have to worry about waiting for eternity. I think. If you play your cards right, and treat ME right, it will probably come a lot sooner. As will something else if you understand what I mean. And I hope you do. Though, maybe we should make those tutoring sessions every day after school for your enjoyment? Let me know how you feel about that. 

-Dexter ;)

        I giggled to myself, hugging myself a bit as well and spinning in the chair. I really do like him, more than I should at this point at least. I sigh a bit and take a breath before my eyes return to looking at the computer. I stare at it really... I wonder what it'd be like to sleep next to h-- DEXTER YOU ARE GETTING AHEAD OF YOURSELF. SLOW. THE. HELL. DOWN. I basically slapped my head as I tried not to think about that. Sometimes I felt like a damn teenage girl. Did other boys think like this about girls? Probably not, because a lot of boys are shallow, thickheaded little asshats. Maybe I'm just venting... An email pops up.

I'm even more glad that I favor consent, I'd rather not be reported by you. Good, brownie points get my places. Places I like to be. It'll be a fun experience and I really hope you do not switch out of my class next semester. Promise you won't?

-Sebastian.

         That was so cute... I feel my cheeks color.

I promise I won't transfer classes. If I do, why don't you put in a request to have me transferred back INTO your class? You can do that I think. At least I hope, but I am pretty sure you will have me in your class... I don't think any of my classes change next semester. Full year classes and all.

-Dexter

       I sighed happily and got up, walking into the kitchen and getting myself a glass of water with ice. Ah, refreshments. Lame. I drank it happily and smiled, biting my lip. Gosh, Sebastian was honestly really cute. He was practically a male succubus, but still. He was just so adorable. I brought my cup into the computer room, but nothing new, so I decided to sign off and head out into the living room. Saturday, my trilogy day. Yes, I mean Lord of the Rings. Nine hours and twenty-eight minutes of pure movie genius!

       Hell, I used to study as the trilogy soundtrack played in the background. It made studying SO MUCH COOLER. Believe me. Try it sometime. I sighed and laid back on the couch after slipping it into the player, closing my eyes for a moment until the music started. My eyes shot open and I excitedly started my day of movie watching. Intense watching, staring-until-my-eyes-dry-up movie watching. The best kind.

        I really did love these movies, I don't think you understand my obsession with these. Aside from the hundreds or gorgeous topless men on posters in my room, there were movie posters with Elijah Wood, Orlando Bloom as Legolas, Ian McKellen (at least five of him alone), and even Liv Tyler. God she was just as gorgeous as the men in my room when she dressed as Arwen. Truly a beautiful woman. And Andy Serkis, one hell of an actor for being Gollum. Anyone who disagrees, well, you have your opinions and I have mine... Mine is that you are wrong.

         Anyways, I will do my best not to mentally go off on a rant about my love for these movies and I'll just move on with my day. Of course it consisted of watching the greatest movies known to man, I finished it off with the last movie, then headed off for a shower because I felt a bit gross sitting on a couch and barely moving for nine and a half hours. I stretched and yawned, getting some water before heading up to the bathroom. I didn't realize how badly I had to pee until I actually did.... Wow I don't pay attention to my own health when I'm watching those movies, do I?

         I soon disrobed and stepped into the shower, washing off what felt like a layer of grime, even if I was only imagining it. I loved shower. I really did. They make me feel so clean and healthy and happy! I closed my eyes, exhaling a sigh of pure bliss as the water ran down my body. I slid my fingers through my soaked hair, slicking it back and shampooing it. I washed it out, repeated the steps with the conditioner and then washed down my body. I held myself in the shower, closing my eyes. It was so warm.

         Once I finished washing, I shut the water off and opened the curtain, grabbing my towel and patting myself down before stepping out onto the rug. I dried as best I could from head to toe, my hair getting the most towel time of course. I quickly wrapped it around my waist and stood in front of the mirror, brushing out my hair in a way so it would stay out of my face. I grabbed some face wash and cleaned quickly before grabbing my clothes and heading into my room.

            I stepped inside and tossed my clothes into the hamper, thinking I should probably start a load of laundry. I take off the towel, pulling my boxers on and some basketball shorts, then throwing on an old, but comfy, tee shirt. Relaxing into my bed, I grab my phone and look at the many messages I had. And by many, I meant zero. I set my phone back down and closed my eyes, huffing quietly. I wondered if he emailed back... I wanted to run down and check, but my parents would most likely be home soon... I mean, within seconds they should be walking through the door. It was almost nine.

            I grabbed my hamper and went to the washing machine, pouring my clothes in after putting in the detergent. I hit start and went down into the kitchen. Just before I got one foot into the kitchen, the front door opened and my mom came bustling in, smiling at me. "Hey Dexter, how was your day?" She asked as she set down her bag, hugging me softly.

          I smiled, "It was okay. I did the same thing as every other Saturday. Watched movies." I kissed her cheek and she chuckled, knowing what movies I watched. She had gotten the idea of getting me the trilogy for my birthday a long time ago, but she didn't have the money at the time to buy all three so over the course of three years, she bought me one for my birthday. I honestly didn't mind if she only got me one of them, at least she put thought into getting something she knew I would love.

        "Well, as long as there weren't any parties while we were gone." She laughed and I laughed with her. My dad came up behind her and wrapped us all in a big hug. It was great being so close... I knew a lot of families didn't get this. Especially kids of openly different sexual orientations. That's mostly why I'm glad we are still close. I could never have asked for a better family...