Lost Before Bloom (Open Novella 2020)

Want...

Troy

With only these basketball shorts covering my freshly shaven groin, I left Adrian's bathroom and walked down the hall.  The room beside his turned out to be his office and the door was wide open.  Adrian sat at a desk against the side of the room.  A futon lined the other side while bookcases full of books lined the wall space in between.  Adrian looked too involved in his computer screen to even recognize my presence.

Actually, that didn't bother me as it made it easier to sneak up behind him.  Once I was standing behind his chair, my nimble fingers landed on his taught shoulders.  He flinched but sighed as I started massaging the tight muscles.  His broad shoulders heaved as my fingers started to work into the dense flesh.  The bare skin warmed underneath my cool hands as blood rushed to the surface.  The back of his neck reddened along with the edges of his ears.   I began to doubt that anyone had rubbed his shoulders out of the blue like this.  And that was nothing short of a fucking shame.

This man put his life on hold to take care of my skinny ass.  To take a break from his work, which appeared to be real estate from the web pages he was on.  He outright deserved to have his shoulders rubbed to ease the tension.  Not to mention releasing the tension from other areas as well.  Adrian's fingers stopped typing as his shoulders shuddered and a low moan escaped his mouth.  There was no doubt in my mind that he was pitching a tent right now and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't.

My hands started roaming across the top of his shoulders and onto his defined chest.  The heat from his torso radiating into my palms as they grazed over his bare skin.  The moans becoming more frequent as my fingers glanced over his nipples.

Adrian gasped, "Fuck."

My sex drive took over as my hands slowly slid down his cut abs.  There was only one target on my mind at this point and nothing was getting in the way of that.  Adrian's needs were at the forefront of my mind.  I didn't even care if I got off in the process. My fingers glided across his bare stomach, right down to his belly button.  As my fingers brushed through the thin line of hairs, another louder gasp left his lips.  Just as my fingers reached the hem of his shorts, the doorbell rang.

"You have got to be fucking shitting me."

Adrian took a deep breath before replying, "I'm sorry.  I'm expecting a delivery.   I promise we'll continue... this."

Adrian stood up from the chair, shorts tented and all, before walking out of the room.  I glanced down at my own tented shorts, noticing a very evident wet spot forming where the tip of my throbbing cock met the fabric.  I knew that he didn't intentionally mean to leave me hanging, but fuck.  Minus Adrian in the room, I sat my hungering ass down on the futon and waited.  The door lock clicked before swinging open.  Some muffled words were exchanged before the door shut again and the deadbolt slid closed.  Bare feet padded back to the room as Adrian walked back through the door.

A stack of boxes was in his arms as Adrian walked back over to me.  He sat the boxes on the floor before taking the robe off and sitting on the futon beside me.  My eyes darted between his splotched red chest and the stack of boxes in front on the floor in front of me

"What's all of this?"

He replied, "Just open them."

With that response, I did exactly what I was told.  Cute clothes, sexy underwear, and a pair of Chuck Taylor's all produced from the brown packaging.  He had my size guessed absolutely perfect as I laid the garments out on the floor.  There was nobody in my life that would have done something like this for me and here a complete stranger managed to order all of this while I was sleeping.

I stared at the packages as several emotions all ran through my mind at the same time.   Desire, lust, gratitude, and want all sent the blood flow directly back to my cock.  If this guy was going to do something so fucking extraordinary for me, then I'd be damned if I didn't at least try to repay the favor.