Ruin (boyxboy)

Austin

(A/N): Still don't own anything :))

        -Alan- 

“Austin Carlile.” He held out his hand. “And you are?”

Screwed.

“Alan.” I clutched the packet tighter to my chest. He squinted at my hands and then looked back at his.

“You have a germ thing?”

“Huh? Oh, No.”

“You have disease?” his hand was still in between us, making it more awkward by the second.

Just put it away!

“Uhh, no.”

“Good.” He moved his hand from safe territory and peeled the packet out of my arms. A sense of warmth spread throughout my body when he touched me.

Wait, he was touching me?

“Now, let’s try this again” he smiled and held out his hand again. “I’m Austin.”

What was wrong with me? It’s not that I didn’t want to shake his hand, it’s just that I was mortified and wanted to leave. I’m sure I’d be feeling as swell as he was if I hadn’t just completely felt him up.

I hesitantly reached for his hand and shook it. At his smirk, I panicked.

He looked down at our joined hands and mumbled something that I couldn’t make out. I felt the loss when he released my fingers from his strong grip.

“See?” he said as he handed me back the packet, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No…” I swallowed and looked across the crowded lawn.

Not because I didn’t enjoy looking at him, because he was definitely one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen. I just couldn’t look at him in the face without fucking something up. That’s how gorgeous he was. I had only ever seen people like him in the magazines and movies, and he was living, breathing, walking sex.

I had to remember to breathe.

His eyes were a dark brown, along with dark hair that was pushed back above his face. His smile seemed to light up the whole campus. How could he be so happy? It was unfair. And he had some amazing looking tattoos (from what I could see at least.) and his muscular build was enough to make anyone drool, myself included.

Damn, I hope he’s gay.

No! I can’t let thoughts like that enter my mind. The walls I’ve built are strong and sturdy thank you very much, and I don’t need some tattooed, beautiful, college man to come break them down.

He wanted to shake my hand and know my name, while I on the other hand wanted to flee to the comfort of my dorm, preferably to rock back and forth in a corner until my anti-depressants kicked into high gear.

“So,” he chuckled “We go from counting my abs, to not shaking my hand, to daydreaming.” He tutted teasingly.

“Oh God. I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s my first day and I’m nervous…”

That sounded good. Not like I was about to pounce on him.

UGH.

“Let me help?” Austin questioned.

“But I don’t know you” I blurted.

Great, word vomit now.

“Sure you do!” He somehow maneuvered himself around me so that his arm was slung over my shoulder, allowing him to steer us back towards my dorm.

Holy shit this is how people are taken advantage of. I frantically searched the lawn for Tino, but had no such luck.

“No!” I blurted. “I have to go find my roommate and I need to get my student ID card. Well actually I need to speak to my RA first but…”

“-I believe I said that I’d help you?” He grinned.

“I don’t need that kind of help.” I whispered

Austin threw his head back and let out a loud laugh. Wow, even his laugh was beautiful.

“Holy crap I think I may love you already.” He said as he calmed down from laughing.

Hey heart, I’m going to introduce you to my friend named stomach.

He kept laughing (and snorting occasionally). Well, at least my uncle won’t have to pay for college, I will have been kidnapped on the first day.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you.” He said. “No offence, but you’re way too innocent for my tastes. And yes, before you ask, I am gay.”

Score!

No! No scoring!

“Plus I don’t do freshman, as in I don’t date them, hell, I never even really help them, and regardless of how much you deny it, you were counting my abs-”

“I wasn’t-”

“You were,” you could hear the smile in his voice, “I watched your mouth move, one, two, three. It is a six pack by the way, but you weren’t completely wrong, I’m working on eight. I work out a lot.”

“Fun” I mumbled through clenched teeth.

“Awh, lamb don’t be embarrassed” He stopped and released me.

“Lamb?”

“Pure. Innocent.” He smiled. “And lost.” He pointed to my dorm. “Like a little lamb. But now I think about it, I think you’re a sweet little ginger kitten hiding behind those walls you’ve built.”

I turned away to walk up the stairs, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Aren’t you going to talk to the RA about your student ID?”

“Yeah, I’m going to talk to her right now.” I said. I figured that a girl would be in charge of our unisex dorm, they’re generally more organized.

Austin chuckled “Okay, you go ask her.”

I turned around, but not before almost tripping over my own feet. When I got to the top of the stair, I turned around and he waved at me.

I waved back.

Muttering a curse, I looked through the the different floors to find that the RA’s room was on the sixth floor. Of course. Exercise. Fun.

By the time I made it to the sixth floor I was exhausted, forgetting the ID in favor of a nap.

Some side effect of my medicine. SOmetimes they make ya sleepy.

I knocked on the door of room 666. That had to be a joke, right?

The door swung open, revealing my tree…

“Austin Carlile?”

“Kitten” he smirked and opened his door wider. “How may I help you?”