The Nice Guy (Book 1)

Chapter 8

Pete looked at the naked Ae and blushed. He was spotted with his own cum from where Pete spit it back up and well, Pete dropped his eyes and closed them. It was overwhelming. He had never done that before. He didn't even know why he had felt the need to just then.

Ae pulled up his pants and shirtless, pulled Pete in for a hug. "That was incredible. You're incredible. You do know that, Pete?" He dropped a sweet kiss on his forehead and turned to put his shirt on. 

Pete stared at his back. There were more muscles rippling across the wide expanse than he'd ever seen and before he knew it, his hand touched his shoulder and followed the blade. The touch was light, as light as a feather but it was enough to freeze Ae in his movement.

Pete caressed his whole back with those soft, butterfly touches. It drove Ae insane and it wasn't long before his pants were once again, too tight. Ae moaned softly.

Pete immediately lifted his hand. "I'm sorry, it must be bothersome." He backed up and sat down on the bench, dropping his face. 

Fuck, thought Ae, was this guy so innocent he really had no idea what he was doing? Ae studied Pete and yeah, maybe he was. Putting the shirt on but leaving it open, he knelt down and looked up at Pete's blushing face.

"You're using up all your blood supply by blushing so hard, Pete." he teased. "Look," becoming a bit more serious, "We really need an open, honest talk. Can you at least try, Pete?"

Pete shyly looked at him and nodded. He could try. He had no where to hid and he'd already had his cry. 

"Good. I have questions. You don't have to answer. I want the answers, but you don't have to." Ae paused and then said, "Why does calling you sexy make you cry? Why did you blow me when I told you not to? Why are you so afraid to look at me and lastly, who made you so fucking shy?"

Pete stared at him, his big eyes going blink pause, blink pause, blink pause. Out of all of them, the only one he had a real answer to was the last one. 

"My dad." Pete sighed. "My dad made me shy. It's not shyness exactly but a lack of self esteem according to the multiple therapists my dad has dragged me to before my mom put a stop to it. I'm not a man in his eyes. Men are bold, ruthless and meet danger head on. They don't like books and other men. They like girls."

Ae felt another crack in his shell. How could anyone have hurt this guy so badly? Especially family? He was pretty damn confident his parents and brother knew he was gay. He never bothered to hide it, but he never bothered to say it, either. Why did he have to? They were his family? They knew him the best.

"Pete, do you think I'm a man? I can assure you that my dad's a "real man" as your dad would say and so is my brother. He's married and has a kid. A little girl, cute as a button." But not as cute as you, Ae added silently. Fuck, what was he thinking.

"Well, you'd definitely pass the male test by my dad's standards." Pete sighed. "You play sports. You're outgoing and friendly. Rugged. You don't look like a girl." He hung his head and peeked at Ae through the longest lashes Ae had ever seen before, thick and dark. 

Pete dropped his voice below a whisper, "You weren't stupid and thought it was safe to tell him you liked boys."

Ae grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Not roughly but enough that Pete looked him in the eyes. "Fuck that! It should have been safe to tell your dad anything! How old were you, Pete? How old?"

"Fourteen." 

Ae wondered when Pete learned to talk so quietly? Add it to the list of unanswered questions. "Damn it, Pete, at 14 all I was doing was playing football and video games!" He sat down next him and hugged him tightly. This was developing into more than what he thought it was going to be. Then again, there was more to Pete than a cute face and killer body.

Pete smiled but it was empty. Now was not the time to go into details. No, definitely not. Already, Ae had made him feel more than he had thought he'd ever feel... it was a gift he didn't deserve.

His phone rang loudly in the silence and Pete jumped. Ae sighed, "Finally! I thought they forgot about us tonight. Hurry, answer it, Pete."

The guard opened the main gate and let the two young men out of the stadium. Ae was well known for practicing late, so they didn't think much of locking him in. Ae even knew the guard's name and thanked him personally. 

Ae walked Pete back to his lonely parked car and Pete turned and asked him if he needed a lift to his dorm. Ae shook his head. "No, I'm just over there." and pointed to several old buildings. 

Pete nodded and drove off. Ae walked slowly back to the dorm and thought about the different sides to Pete. Was he doing the right thing with Pete? He was so innocent but he was delicious, adventurous, in his own way. 

If Pete choose to do something without Ae forcing him, then it wasn't his fault was it? He didn't make Pete do anything so he had a clear conscious? Ae still felt stirrings of guilt. Why? Why did he feel guilty about tonight? 

He had never felt guilt about having sex before and this didn't even count AS sex. If anything, it was foreplay... 

When Pete finally arrived home, he wrote in his journal: I told Ae about Dad. Not everything. My first date was okay, but I think it was a success. I was really kissed. I got locked in the stadium with Ae and Ae gave me a bj. OMG! I've never felt anything like it. I had to try... but I failed. It must get easier, with practice. Need research.