I can't get You out of my head! (On Hold)

16. Still safe.

Frederic PoV

"... I wanted to know something embarrassing about you, preferably something that you have never told anyone else." I prod.

 Jon sighs and I can already see a blush forming. "Ok ok!" He looks down. "When Fenya, my little sister, turned 13, she wanted a princess themed birthday! Everything should be princess related, from the cake to the decorations to our dog, everything was pink and fluffy! All the guests were ordered to show up dressed as princesses, myself included. Can you imagine me? At eighteen I was already over 6'4 and then being decked out in a huge pink dress and a tiara? I was truly a sight to see." At these words I cannot hold back a snort of laughter, because yes, I can actually imagine him in that getup and it is a funny picture!

"Yeah!" He answers. "It gets worse! When the party was in full swing, the doorbell went off. I was the closest to the door and thinking that it was more guests coming, I just got up to open it. It wasn't more guests! Nope! It was my lab-partner from high school! He needed my notes for an assignment that he was working on. Needles to say I was horrified! He was the cutest guy in school, I had the biggest crush on him and now I was standing in front of him all decked up in princess gear."

"Ohh no!" I breathe out. Because I can see it happening just like a movie in my head.

"Exactly!" Jon laughs. "What did you do?" I ask. I need to know the end to this tale! "What could I do? I just mumbled something about my sisters birthday party, took him to my room where I found the notes and showed him to the door again, all while trying to navigate that stupid dress. I just wanted to crawl under my bed and die from embarrassment! It didn't get much better when I got back to school Monday morning. Everybody already knew and for the rest of my senior year no one called me anything but Princess."

"Awww Jon!" I coo "I bet that you were the cutest 6'4 boy princess in the entire world!" At that he pushes my shoulder with his own and exclaim "I hereby consider my embarrassment debt payed!" He gets up to stretch and I really need to concentrate hard about something very nasty when the stretch lifts his shirt up just enough to reveal the skin above his zipper. I am sure that he is doing it on purpose!

"Tell me another story." I ask. I really need the distraction! "What do you want to hear about?" He looks down at me from his towering hight. Somehow him standing over me does not actually make me feel small, there is something in his eyes and the way that he carries himself, that always makes me feel like he is shorter than me in some way.

"Uhhmm." I start ever so eloquently. "Tell me about your first kiss." My evergrowing need to know every intimate detail of this mans life continues to baffle me. But still I press on.

He kicks of his shoes, gets on the bed, grabs a pillow to put behind his back and leans against the wall. He looks very comfortable and I decide to do the same. I then look at him expectantly. "Well?"

"Well what?" He sasses back. I just give him the same stare that worked when I wanted him to say my name a few days ago and I can see him giving in to me. "There's really not that much to say about my first kiss. It was with the same guy who saw me in a dress. He came to my house to apologize for spreading the story. He hadn't anticipated the treatment that the others gave me. He told me that he liked me and we kissed. It wasn't earth-shattering, the stars didn't shift. But it was still a nice kiss. We went out a couple of times. But nothing ever came of it."

"You had your first kiss at eighteen?" I stare at him in disbelief. How in the world did this gorgeous man avoid being kissed? He just shrugs "I was a late bloomer I guess. I had to come to terms with being gay and huge and a bottom. And I had a very hard time fitting all of these concepts into my idea of what I wanted to do with my life. Eventually I just had to say fuc... I mean dang it and decide that what and who I wanted in the bedroom didn't have to be the deciding factor in what went on in the rest of my life!"

I look at him in amazement. I do not think that I have ever met anyone else quite like Jon. I think that I could listen to him talk for hours and still find him interesting. During his story we have somehow come to sit closer on the bed, so our legs are now touching and when he turns his face to look at me, we are almost sharing the same air.

"My turn." He says quietly. I smile "First kiss or something else you want to know?" I ask. "Let's start with first kiss." He smiles back. I cannot help grinning at him "Do you want the story of my true first kiss or the one about my first boy kiss?"

He grins "Both of cause!"

"Greedy boy!" I laugh. I briefly wonder if I have ever laughed as much with anyone else besides Noah. Probably not I decide.

"Ok then. But only because I still owe you for the press conference." I wink at him "My true first kiss was at a party in eighth grade. We were a bunch on kids who were playing "Spin the Bottle", and my spin landed on Annica Montell. And before you ask, yes THAT Annica Montell. She took my hand and led me into the designated kissing room. And I swear on all that is holy, I wanted to be anywhere else in the world. When she started kissing me, that was when I discovered that I was probably gay. There I was, kissing one of the most beautiful girls in the country, I think that she was modeling already back then, but all I could think about was how uncomfortable I felt, how wrong the whole situation seemed and how I could not wait for the timer to sound. Afterwards I just thanked her and left the room. I did not go back to the game, I just wanted to go home to think, so I called my driver to pick me up, said my polite goodbyes and left."

"Oh my God!" Jon exclaims. "That sounds like it was the worst first kiss ever! Please tell me that your first boy kiss was better." He pleads with a smile.

"Ohh it was!" I promise him "I was fifteen and he was eighteen. He was hired to teach me to ballroom-dance. He had been dancing his whole life and was already a world champion, nothing less would do for my father!" I smile a little at the memory. "One day after training, my female partner had left and I asked him to go over a few steps with me. He agreed willingly and held me close, showing me the steps once more. When he was done he looked at me with the cutest smile and asked if I needed anything else. And I could not stop myself, I had to taste that smile. So I leaned in and kissed him. And it was everything my little gay heart desired. It felt right! I was not supposed to kiss girls, this kiss proved that beyond any shadow of a doubt. Luckily enough he kissed me back or else this story would not have been quite as good." I smirk at him. "Satisfied?" He laughs and wiggles his eyebrows "It's gonna take more than a cute story to satisfy me!"

I give a very undignified snort then retort "Well it will have to do for now greedy boy!" He scoots lower down on the bed and sighs dramatically "Ahh well. A boy can hope." It seems like Jon is starting to loosen up around me. I like this more playful side of him!

I decide to change the subject, before Jon talks himself into trouble.

"Tell me about your family. How was it growing up with a little sister?" This was apparently the perfect question, because Jon gives me one of his big beautiful happy smiles and just starts talking! He tells me about his parents and about the love and support they have always given both him and his sister. He tells me about how coming out to them was received with hugs and praise for being brave enough to share that with them. And how his sister turned out to be the biggest Fujoshi in the entire world! He regales me with stories about her antics trying to "catch him in the act" whenever he had boys over to visit, and I am back to laughing way too much for my poor muscles to handle. 

Somewhere along his tale, he has managed to get himself positioned with his head on my lap and I find myself running my fingers slowly through his hair while I listen to his stories. I am not quite sure how he ended up there, but I am sure as Hell not going to complain about it! It just feels so natural having him there and listening to him talk and I find myself hoping that it will happen again in the future.

This is how Noah finds us a while later. Jon cuddling his head in my lap and me stroking his hair while I smile.

Apparently the suspected assassins were nothing more than paparazzi's trying to get a scoop. But I am having a very hard time being angry about it, since they gave me one of the best afternoons I can ever remember having.

Published October 17. 2018

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