Just The Usual ~ Ianthony

Chapter 12

Our faces were inches away from eachother. I felt his nose brush against the side of mine. I could practically feel my eyelashes flickering against his cheek as I blinked. My eyes were wide and my mouth was parted in shock. I prepared myself for the incoming kiss...but it never came.

Instead, the feeling of Anthony's lips on my earlobe brought me back to reality. Jesus, how could that feel so sexy.

"I wanted to tell you...you're erect." He said softly, the same hint of amusement he had earlier was still there. His hands loosening on my shaking wrists.

Erect? What was this. I wasn't...erect... My eyes slowly lowered towards my 'naughty area' and my face literally caught alight. That's how much I was blushing. Being the big baby I was, tears filled my eyes and I yanked myself free.

Damn him. It was all his fault.

"I...I'm not!" I yelled angrily, hot embarrassed tears now running down my face and splashing near my feet on the floor. I was only crying because I didn't get what I bloody wanted! I wanted him to kiss me. But...not because I was gay but because I hadn't ever kissed anyone.

He looked like he felt sorry for me. Too right he should do! After making me think he was going to kiss me and then not actually doing it.

"Ian." He smiled. "Listen to me."

"What?" I sobbed out, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away the salty tears that had stained my blushing face. Even when I was angry at him, he was still hot.

I refused to believe I was erect! Who did he think I was? Some horny teenager who can't control themselves? I mean, sure I was a teenager but I was definitely able to control my boy parts.

"I'm not laughing at you." Anthony said with a guilty sort of smirk. He scratched the back of his head, at the same time of flipping his dark soft looking hair out of his face. "Just go to the bathroom and deal with it, cutie."

Cutie? How freaking dare he. I for one was not cute I was a grown ass man! My cheeks went redder than I even thought possible and I shook my head stubbornly.

"I d-dont need to use the bathroom!" I retorted, pulling the bottom of Anthony's hoodie over my lower area, just in case I really was....erect.

"I kind of think you do." He said gently, taking a step towards me. I couldn't read his expression so I just stood there, looking at him with a worried look in my eyes and a small blush. 

"Look." He said in the same quiet and gentle tone. It was like he didn't want to scare me...it was nice. His hands cautiously lifted the bottom of the hoodie off my crotch so it was no longer hiding.

I watched fearfully as his eyes traveled back up to meet my own. The fear dissapeared when he smiled again and I let out a shakey breath. "M-maybe you're sort of r-right."

"Only sort of?' He chuckled gently, using a couple of his fingers to flick some of my honey brown hair out the way,  which annoyingly decided to cover my eyes.

"Mmm." I nodded. "S-sort of." I repeated, sighing and wiping my eyes, I scampered towards the door. "I...have to....go!" I lied.

I just wanted to get out of his room and out of his hair! I was so embarrassing. Why did I have to get erect. It was the worst possible time for me to get erect!

I gave one last flustered look to Anthony on my way out. He was waving, his eyebrows raised and a guilty little smirk on his face. "Uh...bye." He said. Giving a loud 'b-bye!" I then sprinted out his room and down the steps of his college.