I don't know..... It feels to me Dylan has some trauma or something else happened, that's why he doesn't want anyone to get closer. My ex had the same, he was amazing and sweet but he never showed the struggles deep down, he was too scared....
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I don't know..... It feels to me Dylan has some trauma or something else happened, that's why he doesn't want anyone to get closer. My ex had the same, he was amazing and sweet but he never showed the struggles deep down, he was too scared....
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Samuel had cooked some chicken and rice for him and Corey. During dinner Dylan did not care to keep the conversation going. While Corey and Samuel talked to each other, he stuffed himself with food without listening to what they were saying. When he finished his plate, he stood up and put it on the kitchen counter. "Someone's coming over tonight, so don't disturb us." Samuel frowned and looked up. "Sure. Shall I find a hotel for tonight?" "No need, mate. She won't be sleeping here." Samuel did not seem to understand. "Okay, great. Who is she? Is it for studying?" "Nah, mate. Just for fun." Samuel looked confused at him, but Dylan did not care to explain further. He went to his room and closed the door.
After an hour passed, he heard the bell ringing. He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the girl's name, so while walking downstairs he quickly searched for it on his phone. Hannah. He brushed his hand through his hair and cleared his mind before opening up. Luckily, she looked similar to her pictures. She was quite small, exactly what Dylan liked. Even though he had seen better, her face was pretty. She smiled nervously. "You're Dylan, right?" "Exactly right. You look fucking gorgeous." Hannah giggled. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked her upstairs. Luckily, Dylan gowas able to get a good look of at her ass while walking behind her.
They passed the hallway where Corey and Samuel were looking eagerly at their new guest. She waved kindly while Dylan opened the door to his room and let her in. He gave her some wine and sat next to her on the couch. They chatted a bit about the weather and their backgrounds. The nervous girl was a good distraction for him.
Dylan gave her another glass of wine and put an arm around her shoulder. Hannah smiled and looked shortly at him. Her eyes were light blue and innocent, but looked alert. Dylan on the other hand felt as calm as can be. Because of her nerves, he felt himself relaxing even more, knowing he was in power. He smiled. "Why are you nervous, babe?" Hannah started blushing. "I don't know.. I mean, it's my first time." Dylan laughed. "You're not telling me you're still a virgin, are you?" "No, no, of course not! I mean.. I could have been, but I've done it before. That would have been possible, I guess. Sorry, I meant meeting someone through an app like this. It's quite exciting, isn't it?" Dylan pretended he had not done it a thousand times before. "Yea, it is. But there's no need to be nervous, babe. My room is a safe zone. You can say and do everything you want to. Just enjoy tonight." Even though these were empty words, it seemed to have a calming influence on her. "I guess you're right. Sorry, sometimes I overthink everything." She smiled and looked innocently at Dylan. "I even stood about half an hour in front of the closet to think about what to wear. That's awful, isn't it?" "You chose right. You look absolutely beautiful." Hannah blushed, unknowing that Dylan did not mean it really. "Thanks.. You look good as well. Handsome I mean. You look handsome." Dylan grinned. "What about the rest? You seemed to like my picture as well." She turned red. "Well.. Yes." She giggled, not knowing what to say. Dylan continued teasing her. "What about it did you like?" She waited a bit before replying. "You seemed very strong." Dylan smirked. In a sudden move, he turned to face her and lifted her up by her waist. She yelled happily. He placed her on top of his lap, but in the process a bit of her wine spilled on top of his shirt. He pinched her in her sides and smirked. "Look at what you've done. My entire shirt is wet now. Care to remove it for me, will you?" She giggled and lifted his shirt slowly up. Dylan put his hands upwards, so she could undress it completely. He threw it away and continued teasing her. It was too easy to make her feel embarrassed, which Dylan enjoyed doing. He caught her looking down at his body multiple times, but every time she looked away quickly with a shy smile.
"What do you think?", Dylan asked She laughed nervously as she started to caress his chest and shoulders. "I don't know.. You look very big." He smirked. "How do you know? You've never seen all 18 centimeters." She looked confused at him. "What do you mean?" "I mean, how do you know it's big while you've never seen it really?" She looked even more confused while she pinched his biceps. "I don't get it. I can see it now, can't I?" "Not really, no. You're sitting on top of it." After a few seconds her facial expression turned from confusion to embarrassment. She looked down and quickly up again. "Sorry.. That's what you meant. 18 centimeters?" "Yes, babe. Do you think that's big?" She giggled again and moved nervously in his lap. "I don't know.. I've never known the measurements before." "Would you like to try?" Dylan looked her in her eyes while he could see her hesitation. She had obviously gotten horny, but her nerves were still present. He smiled when she nodded and he went in for a kiss. Hannah immediately responded and grabbed onto his muscled arms. Dylan put his hands on her ass and squeezed them tightly. He directed her to grind on his crotch, followed by a giggling Hannah. "I can feel it. It feels big." "Big? It's nowhere near hard yet, babe," he said with a cocky grin. He laughed when her face froze for a second.
After an hour passed, he heard the bell ringing. He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the girl's name, so while walking downstairs he quickly searched for it on his phone. Hannah. He brushed his hand through his hair and cleared his mind before opening up. Luckily, she looked similar to her pictures. She was quite small, exactly what Dylan liked. Even though he had seen better, her face was pretty. She smiled nervously. "You're Dylan, right?" "Exactly right. You look fucking gorgeous." Hannah giggled. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked her upstairs. Luckily, Dylan gowas able to get a good look of at her ass while walking behind her.
They passed the hallway where Corey and Samuel were looking eagerly at their new guest. She waved kindly while Dylan opened the door to his room and let her in. He gave her some wine and sat next to her on the couch. They chatted a bit about the weather and their backgrounds. The nervous girl was a good distraction for him.
Dylan gave her another glass of wine and put an arm around her shoulder. Hannah smiled and looked shortly at him. Her eyes were light blue and innocent, but looked alert. Dylan on the other hand felt as calm as can be. Because of her nerves, he felt himself relaxing even more, knowing he was in power. He smiled. "Why are you nervous, babe?" Hannah started blushing. "I don't know.. I mean, it's my first time." Dylan laughed. "You're not telling me you're still a virgin, are you?" "No, no, of course not! I mean.. I could have been, but I've done it before. That would have been possible, I guess. Sorry, I meant meeting someone through an app like this. It's quite exciting, isn't it?" Dylan pretended he had not done it a thousand times before. "Yea, it is. But there's no need to be nervous, babe. My room is a safe zone. You can say and do everything you want to. Just enjoy tonight." Even though these were empty words, it seemed to have a calming influence on her. "I guess you're right. Sorry, sometimes I overthink everything." She smiled and looked innocently at Dylan. "I even stood about half an hour in front of the closet to think about what to wear. That's awful, isn't it?" "You chose right. You look absolutely beautiful." Hannah blushed, unknowing that Dylan did not mean it really. "Thanks.. You look good as well. Handsome I mean. You look handsome." Dylan grinned. "What about the rest? You seemed to like my picture as well." She turned red. "Well.. Yes." She giggled, not knowing what to say. Dylan continued teasing her. "What about it did you like?" She waited a bit before replying. "You seemed very strong." Dylan smirked. In a sudden move, he turned to face her and lifted her up by her waist. She yelled happily. He placed her on top of his lap, but in the process a bit of her wine spilled on top of his shirt. He pinched her in her sides and smirked. "Look at what you've done. My entire shirt is wet now. Care to remove it for me, will you?" She giggled and lifted his shirt slowly up. Dylan put his hands upwards, so she could undress it completely. He threw it away and continued teasing her. It was too easy to make her feel embarrassed, which Dylan enjoyed doing. He caught her looking down at his body multiple times, but every time she looked away quickly with a shy smile.
"What do you think?", Dylan asked She laughed nervously as she started to caress his chest and shoulders. "I don't know.. You look very big." He smirked. "How do you know? You've never seen all 18 centimeters." She looked confused at him. "What do you mean?" "I mean, how do you know it's big while you've never seen it really?" She looked even more confused while she pinched his biceps. "I don't get it. I can see it now, can't I?" "Not really, no. You're sitting on top of it." After a few seconds her facial expression turned from confusion to embarrassment. She looked down and quickly up again. "Sorry.. That's what you meant. 18 centimeters?" "Yes, babe. Do you think that's big?" She giggled again and moved nervously in his lap. "I don't know.. I've never known the measurements before." "Would you like to try?" Dylan looked her in her eyes while he could see her hesitation. She had obviously gotten horny, but her nerves were still present. He smiled when she nodded and he went in for a kiss. Hannah immediately responded and grabbed onto his muscled arms. Dylan put his hands on her ass and squeezed them tightly. He directed her to grind on his crotch, followed by a giggling Hannah. "I can feel it. It feels big." "Big? It's nowhere near hard yet, babe," he said with a cocky grin. He laughed when her face froze for a second.
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Hannah seemed to be the opposite of Sofia: innocent, sweet and naive. She giggled when Dylan took off her top and bra. Her tits were quite small, but at this point Dylan did not really care anymore. He had to loose some energy. He bit her softly in her nipple after which she exclaimed a high-pitched moan. That was the sign to switch around. Once again he lifted her up in the air and put her down on the couch. This time, he kneeled down on the ground and pulled off her pants and panties in one go. He held her legs in the air while he started to lick her pussy. It surprised Dylan to find out she was already quite wet even before he had started. He must have teased her a little too much beforehand. He continued to lick her until he thought Hannah was wet enough to continue and rose up.
He grabbed her beneath her arms and put her on the ground in front of him. She nervously looked up to his face, body and bulging pants. She appeared to await initiative by Dylan. "You're a dirty little girl, innit. Show me what you can do." She giggled, but hesitated to continue. "What's the matter," Dylan proclaimed more as a statement than an actual question. "I'm just thinking 18 centimeters is a lot.." "You won't know until you try, babe." She giggled again, hesitated a little and finally lifted her arms up to grab his belt. She slowly took off his belt and then unbottened his pants one at a time. She then grabbed his pants at both sides and pulled it slowly down until his entire boxers were visible.
Dylan smirked cockily when he saw her concerned expression. In one swift movement, he pulled down his boxers by himself and held his 18 centimeters in one hand. "This is what you want right, you little slut. Taste it." He did not care about whether she liked the sexual banter. He only cared about it not going fast enough. She smiled tensely as she got closer to his manhood. "It's so big." Dylan grinned and smashed his dick playfully against her face. Having Hannah's small face as a reference point for size, his dick looked huge. It reached all the way from her chin to her hair. Dylan grabbed her hair and held his dick in front of her face. With an open mouth she managed to get the head in, but that was it. She held his dick with her two small hands as she started to suck him off. "That's right. Keep going."
She did not seem to be very experienced in handling cock, but the idea of her petite posture next to his dick and muscled body turned him on. For some reason he thought about Sofia. She was most likely being banged by some ugly guy at this very moment. He wished he could make her jealous by seeing Hannah kneeled in front of him. The thought of sending a picture to her crossed his mind, but was quickly replaced by the thought of how desparate he would seem to her.
He shook his head and Sofia's pretty face disappeared from his mind. Instead, he focused on pushing Hannah's head into his dick to see how far she could come. After a gagging sound, she released. A little less than half of his dick came out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva. "C'mon, babe. You can take more than that. Try again," Dylan said more frustrated than he meant to. She looked insecure as she made another attempt. This time, she even seemed to get less far.
Dylan decided it was the end of her deep throat exercise. He lifted her up from the ground and pushed her on his bed. He bent over and licked her a few more times before standing up again. He quickly took a condom and put it on. He grabbed his dick with one hand and pushed the head against her wet pussy, while he carefully analyzed her facial expressions. They were an arousing combination of nervousness, fear, excitement and slight pain. He slowly pushed further, until the head of his dick was inside of the girl he met less than an hour ago. He pulled out and grabbed some lube to ease her nerves. He applied more than usual and tried again. This time, almost half of the shaft disappeared. "You all right, babe?" Hannah nodded. Dylan slowly began to pick up speed, while her moans started to fill the room. He made sure that with every thrust, his dick would be pushed in a bit further.
The tightness of her pussy wrapped around the head and shaft felt extatic. Her moans felt very honest, which excited him even more. She clearly had difficulties with keeping it together while Dylan released his full energy on her. Her body was shaking. She grabbed the sheets of the bed tightly while Dylan's dick moved in and out of her wet pussy. By now, his dick thrusted in her balls-deep, so her ass would clap against his body with every move. Dylan could not help but wonder what it must feel like to have such a big thing thrusting inside your body.
He played around with different positions and kept fucking her without any interruption. Her moans continued in a disorderly pattern, but Dylan was sure she had come twice already purely by his fucking. He occasionally thought about Sofia, who would be having orgasms as well right now, but kept pushing the thoughts away. Dylan picked up Hannah from bed and carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window of his room. He pushed her head and tits against the glass as he started to fuck her. Hannah did not even seem to notice the possibility of someone looking up from the street. She was too focused on standing on her legs while all 18 centimeters thrusted in her. Dylan wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed her against his inner elbow while fucking her relentlessly. "You're a fucking slut, you know that." He increased the speed even further until he felt himself cumming. He thrusted his entire dick in her a few last times, until he finally released her. She staggered on trembling legs and let herself fall down on his bed. Dylan threw away his cum-filled condom and closed the curtains. "Ready for round two?", he asked. Hannah looked scared at him. "I'm kidding. It's time to round off."
It took her a while before she gathered her stuff and dressed herself up again. She told Dylan she had never had this many orgasms before in one night. He grinned, but made sure she continued to get ready for her journey home. He was still naked and slightly sweaty while he kissed her goodbye. Hannah did not seem to have the slightest idea on what stance to take after the sudden change from fucking to leaving. She looked around a few times while walking down the hallway to the front door.
Dylan walked back to his bed and started to change the linen. His mind wandered off and he thought about Sofia. She was most likely sleeping at her date's place. Dylan imagined her naked in the arms of another guy and felt angry. Perhaps he would be better off without that slut, he thought. After he pictured another scenario, he heard footsteps approaching and Samuel and Corey both walked into his room while laughing.
He grabbed her beneath her arms and put her on the ground in front of him. She nervously looked up to his face, body and bulging pants. She appeared to await initiative by Dylan. "You're a dirty little girl, innit. Show me what you can do." She giggled, but hesitated to continue. "What's the matter," Dylan proclaimed more as a statement than an actual question. "I'm just thinking 18 centimeters is a lot.." "You won't know until you try, babe." She giggled again, hesitated a little and finally lifted her arms up to grab his belt. She slowly took off his belt and then unbottened his pants one at a time. She then grabbed his pants at both sides and pulled it slowly down until his entire boxers were visible.
Dylan smirked cockily when he saw her concerned expression. In one swift movement, he pulled down his boxers by himself and held his 18 centimeters in one hand. "This is what you want right, you little slut. Taste it." He did not care about whether she liked the sexual banter. He only cared about it not going fast enough. She smiled tensely as she got closer to his manhood. "It's so big." Dylan grinned and smashed his dick playfully against her face. Having Hannah's small face as a reference point for size, his dick looked huge. It reached all the way from her chin to her hair. Dylan grabbed her hair and held his dick in front of her face. With an open mouth she managed to get the head in, but that was it. She held his dick with her two small hands as she started to suck him off. "That's right. Keep going."
She did not seem to be very experienced in handling cock, but the idea of her petite posture next to his dick and muscled body turned him on. For some reason he thought about Sofia. She was most likely being banged by some ugly guy at this very moment. He wished he could make her jealous by seeing Hannah kneeled in front of him. The thought of sending a picture to her crossed his mind, but was quickly replaced by the thought of how desparate he would seem to her.
He shook his head and Sofia's pretty face disappeared from his mind. Instead, he focused on pushing Hannah's head into his dick to see how far she could come. After a gagging sound, she released. A little less than half of his dick came out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva. "C'mon, babe. You can take more than that. Try again," Dylan said more frustrated than he meant to. She looked insecure as she made another attempt. This time, she even seemed to get less far.
Dylan decided it was the end of her deep throat exercise. He lifted her up from the ground and pushed her on his bed. He bent over and licked her a few more times before standing up again. He quickly took a condom and put it on. He grabbed his dick with one hand and pushed the head against her wet pussy, while he carefully analyzed her facial expressions. They were an arousing combination of nervousness, fear, excitement and slight pain. He slowly pushed further, until the head of his dick was inside of the girl he met less than an hour ago. He pulled out and grabbed some lube to ease her nerves. He applied more than usual and tried again. This time, almost half of the shaft disappeared. "You all right, babe?" Hannah nodded. Dylan slowly began to pick up speed, while her moans started to fill the room. He made sure that with every thrust, his dick would be pushed in a bit further.
The tightness of her pussy wrapped around the head and shaft felt extatic. Her moans felt very honest, which excited him even more. She clearly had difficulties with keeping it together while Dylan released his full energy on her. Her body was shaking. She grabbed the sheets of the bed tightly while Dylan's dick moved in and out of her wet pussy. By now, his dick thrusted in her balls-deep, so her ass would clap against his body with every move. Dylan could not help but wonder what it must feel like to have such a big thing thrusting inside your body.
He played around with different positions and kept fucking her without any interruption. Her moans continued in a disorderly pattern, but Dylan was sure she had come twice already purely by his fucking. He occasionally thought about Sofia, who would be having orgasms as well right now, but kept pushing the thoughts away. Dylan picked up Hannah from bed and carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window of his room. He pushed her head and tits against the glass as he started to fuck her. Hannah did not even seem to notice the possibility of someone looking up from the street. She was too focused on standing on her legs while all 18 centimeters thrusted in her. Dylan wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed her against his inner elbow while fucking her relentlessly. "You're a fucking slut, you know that." He increased the speed even further until he felt himself cumming. He thrusted his entire dick in her a few last times, until he finally released her. She staggered on trembling legs and let herself fall down on his bed. Dylan threw away his cum-filled condom and closed the curtains. "Ready for round two?", he asked. Hannah looked scared at him. "I'm kidding. It's time to round off."
It took her a while before she gathered her stuff and dressed herself up again. She told Dylan she had never had this many orgasms before in one night. He grinned, but made sure she continued to get ready for her journey home. He was still naked and slightly sweaty while he kissed her goodbye. Hannah did not seem to have the slightest idea on what stance to take after the sudden change from fucking to leaving. She looked around a few times while walking down the hallway to the front door.
Dylan walked back to his bed and started to change the linen. His mind wandered off and he thought about Sofia. She was most likely sleeping at her date's place. Dylan imagined her naked in the arms of another guy and felt angry. Perhaps he would be better off without that slut, he thought. After he pictured another scenario, he heard footsteps approaching and Samuel and Corey both walked into his room while laughing.
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The more I read, the less I can’t stand this Dylan. He and Michael are just annoying people.
I don't really know what to think anymore. I used to like those arrogant types, but indeed they seem like terrible persons, but still it's in some way attracting me.. This story is like a roller coaster.
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"What did you.. Oh sorry. Are you still naked?" Samuel said. Dylan was holding the linen in front of his body out of decency, but he did not actually care whether either of the two boys saw him. He did not care about anything regarding Corey anyways. "Yea," was his only reply. Samuel seemed to be indifferent about it and continued. "What did you do to her? We heard her screams from Corey's room. It sounded like she was in trouble," Samuel joked with a big smile on his face. Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "She seemed to like it," he responded. He continued to change the linen, uncovering his entire body. He felt the looks of Samuel and Corey, but ignored them. When he looked back at them, he saw the uncomfort in Corey's eyes before Corey quickly looked away.
Samuel continued humorously: "You're a real beast in bed, aren't you? Are you ever sweet to girls?" "Nah, mate, they like it this way." "Really? I thought they prefer the sweet approach, but I guess I like them too much." Corey interfered as well: "How many girls have you fucked last few weeks? I haven't seen her face before." "Don't know, mate. Why the interrogation? I'm gonna take a shower if you don't mind." He finished the linen and walked past them to the bathroom. He turned on the water and waited until it was hot. Samuel smiled. "What was she like naked? She seemed really pretty." Dylan grinned. Samuel's enthusiasm again was able to cheer him up, even with Corey standing next to him. "Mate, she was fucking gorgeous. She looked so scared when she saw me naked. I bet she only had small guys." He looked to Corey. He just could not help it. "Perhaps you fucked her before, Corey?" Corey turned red. "Fuck off. That's rude."
Samuel continued humorously: "You're a real beast in bed, aren't you? Are you ever sweet to girls?" "Nah, mate, they like it this way." "Really? I thought they prefer the sweet approach, but I guess I like them too much." Corey interfered as well: "How many girls have you fucked last few weeks? I haven't seen her face before." "Don't know, mate. Why the interrogation? I'm gonna take a shower if you don't mind." He finished the linen and walked past them to the bathroom. He turned on the water and waited until it was hot. Samuel smiled. "What was she like naked? She seemed really pretty." Dylan grinned. Samuel's enthusiasm again was able to cheer him up, even with Corey standing next to him. "Mate, she was fucking gorgeous. She looked so scared when she saw me naked. I bet she only had small guys." He looked to Corey. He just could not help it. "Perhaps you fucked her before, Corey?" Corey turned red. "Fuck off. That's rude."
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That night, Dylan could not sleep. His mind was racing from one thought to the other. The incoherent logic made him dizzy, but even after two paracetamol, his headache did not leave him alone. He was processing all that had happened the past few days, but a common thread was missing. The only thing he felt was a searing point of tension just behind his forehead, a point filled with complex, indescribable thoughts. He stumbled out of bed for the third time to get some water. He silently walked passed Samuel who was laying on the couch.
Samuel had partially thrown of the blanket, revealing his torso and part of his lower body. He was truly built like a model. His slender waist and boxers were illuminated by the bright rays of the street light shining through the blinds. The little hairs on his abdominal casted shadows on his tanned skin. The bulge in his boxers casted a much sharper shadow on the white fabric.
Dylan stood there for a while just looking at Samuel. He felt a certain jealousy towards the charismatic Spaniard, especially how Samuel always dared to express himself that openly. He did not seem to worry about other's reactions. He was just Samuel and others had the decision to accept it or not.
After a period of time of absorbing Samuel's appearance, Dylan went to the bathroom to get some water. He drank it while looking at himself in the mirror. He was not very tall or extremely handsome. Suddenly, he started to dislike his shallow, muscular body, something that he used to be very proud of. What good is it for, when it cannot even impress the one girl you fancy. He laughed cynically at himself in the mirror. All the effort for some one night hookups.
Dylan also felt guilt, although the source of this sensation was unknown to him. Nonetheless, he strongly felt it in his stomach, creeping upwards to his chest. He started to breath heavier. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else. Sofia, Samuel, it did not matter. The feeling of guilt overtook him. He now felt it in every part of his body. He leaned on the sink. The tension in his body translated into a firm grip, while the tension in his mind rendered him into a loss of control.
Suddenly, he heard a loud breaking sound. He opened his eyes and it was only after a few seconds that he felt the pain in his hand. With his grip, he had accidentally shattered the glass of water. The shards had punctuated his skin and blood started to drip in the sink. "Are you allright?", asked a tired voice through the dark night. "It's nothing", Dylan answered quickly. He rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of someone getting up. When Samuel looked around the corner of the bathroom, he was abruptly wide awake. "What did you do? You should cover it up immediately", he shouted while he got closer to Dylan and inspected his hand. Dylan pulled it away. "It's nothing. Just an accident. I can handle it." "What did you do?" Samuel sounded really concerned, which frustrated Dylan even more. "Nothing. It just fell. Leave it." Samuel looked to Dylan. He analysed his face, but Dylan did not give in. "It's fine, mate. I can handle it." Samuel continued hesitantly. "Is there something wrong? Did something happen? I could help if you want me to." Dylan stared back, without showing any sign of emotion. "Nothing's wrong, mate. I said I can handle it." "Let me at least help you clean up", Samuel insisted as he started piling the glass shards on the sink. Dylan wanted to push him away, but instead waited until he was finished. He washed his hand in the sink and looked at the damage. Nothing major, just a few scratches on his fingers and the palm of his hand.
Samuel had partially thrown of the blanket, revealing his torso and part of his lower body. He was truly built like a model. His slender waist and boxers were illuminated by the bright rays of the street light shining through the blinds. The little hairs on his abdominal casted shadows on his tanned skin. The bulge in his boxers casted a much sharper shadow on the white fabric.
Dylan stood there for a while just looking at Samuel. He felt a certain jealousy towards the charismatic Spaniard, especially how Samuel always dared to express himself that openly. He did not seem to worry about other's reactions. He was just Samuel and others had the decision to accept it or not.
After a period of time of absorbing Samuel's appearance, Dylan went to the bathroom to get some water. He drank it while looking at himself in the mirror. He was not very tall or extremely handsome. Suddenly, he started to dislike his shallow, muscular body, something that he used to be very proud of. What good is it for, when it cannot even impress the one girl you fancy. He laughed cynically at himself in the mirror. All the effort for some one night hookups.
Dylan also felt guilt, although the source of this sensation was unknown to him. Nonetheless, he strongly felt it in his stomach, creeping upwards to his chest. He started to breath heavier. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else. Sofia, Samuel, it did not matter. The feeling of guilt overtook him. He now felt it in every part of his body. He leaned on the sink. The tension in his body translated into a firm grip, while the tension in his mind rendered him into a loss of control.
Suddenly, he heard a loud breaking sound. He opened his eyes and it was only after a few seconds that he felt the pain in his hand. With his grip, he had accidentally shattered the glass of water. The shards had punctuated his skin and blood started to drip in the sink. "Are you allright?", asked a tired voice through the dark night. "It's nothing", Dylan answered quickly. He rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of someone getting up. When Samuel looked around the corner of the bathroom, he was abruptly wide awake. "What did you do? You should cover it up immediately", he shouted while he got closer to Dylan and inspected his hand. Dylan pulled it away. "It's nothing. Just an accident. I can handle it." "What did you do?" Samuel sounded really concerned, which frustrated Dylan even more. "Nothing. It just fell. Leave it." Samuel looked to Dylan. He analysed his face, but Dylan did not give in. "It's fine, mate. I can handle it." Samuel continued hesitantly. "Is there something wrong? Did something happen? I could help if you want me to." Dylan stared back, without showing any sign of emotion. "Nothing's wrong, mate. I said I can handle it." "Let me at least help you clean up", Samuel insisted as he started piling the glass shards on the sink. Dylan wanted to push him away, but instead waited until he was finished. He washed his hand in the sink and looked at the damage. Nothing major, just a few scratches on his fingers and the palm of his hand.
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Samuel returned from the kitchen with the First Aid Kit in his hands. He swiftly opened it and started searching through the cluttered mess of objects. "Honestly, mate. It's fine. I hardly feel anything." Samuel disregarded his comment. He turned around with some plasters in his hand and stepped forward. "Here. Give me your hand, so I can put them on." "Mate, just leave it, all right? They're just some scratches. Go back to bed", Dylan said angrily. Samuel looked worried at him. He hesitated, but finally accepted his surrender. "All right. Only if you promise you put them on yourself", Samuel said defeated, while he handed Dylan the plasters.
Dylan waited until Samuel left the bathroom. He washed his hands and reluctantly applied four plasters to cover the wounds. He waited a little and went back to bed. He felt the worried eyes of Samuel as he laid down. He turned his back towards his guest and closed his eyes. Samuel's Spanish voice whispered in the dark: "I know you don't like to talk, Dylan. But if there is something wrong, just let me know, okay. I can help." Even though this made him even more angry, his previous thoughts had disappeared altogether. He was able to calm down and drifted away to a deep sleep.
Dylan waited until Samuel left the bathroom. He washed his hands and reluctantly applied four plasters to cover the wounds. He waited a little and went back to bed. He felt the worried eyes of Samuel as he laid down. He turned his back towards his guest and closed his eyes. Samuel's Spanish voice whispered in the dark: "I know you don't like to talk, Dylan. But if there is something wrong, just let me know, okay. I can help." Even though this made him even more angry, his previous thoughts had disappeared altogether. He was able to calm down and drifted away to a deep sleep.
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Dylan woke up with the sound of the alarm beeping in his ear. He put it out and leaned on his arm to get up. He felt a stabbing pain in his hand and remembered what had occurred during the night. He lifted himself up on his other arm and got out of bed. He felt horrible, albeit better than before. He saw no sign of Samuel, but did not care to look for him. He did half of his morning routine; all push-ups were too heavy on one hand.
In the kitchen he found Samuel making breakfast in his white boxers. He was humming to the radio while baking some eggs with bacon. He moved along the music and stepped from one foot to the other, contracting each butt cheek in turn. Corey was seated at the kitchen table, reading some sort of magazine. He looked up when Dylan passed him and greeted him. Dylan grabbed a glass from the kitchen and turned around to return to his room. Unfortunately, he was not quick enough to pass Samuel, who turned around when he noticed Dylan and smiled widely. "Goodmorning, sir! I'm making some breakfast for you as well. It'll be ready in five." "Thanks, mate, but I'm not hungry." Samuel raised an eyebrow. "That's not possible. You burned quite some calories last night if I remember correctly", he said while winking to Corey. Dylan could not help to grin. There was something about Samuel's endless enthusiasm that lifted his spirit a little. "Mate, that's common practice for me. Going to the gym is heavier." He saw Corey rolling with his eyes, which amused him even more. Samuel laughed. "Did you text her already?" "No, mate. Don't think I will." "Why not? She seemed very cute." "She was boring. I've had better." "How so? She didn't sound boring to me. We heard her clearly from Corey's room, right Corey?" Corey nodded, but kept reading his newspaper stubbornly. Dylan gave a punch against Samuel's shoulder. "Should I give her your cell? Seems like you fancy her, innit mate?" Samuel smiled. "Why not? If she can even handle you, she must be good." Corey looked up indignant. Samuel's catchy laughter filled the small room. "I'm kidding, of course. Actually, I might meet up with Ashley this evening. She was very sweet. I want to get to know her better." Corey snorted audibly. "Both of you are disgusting." He stood up, folded his newspaper and walked angrily back to his room. "What's the matter with him?", Samuel asked. "I think he fancies Ashley as well." "Oh.. I didn't know that. Now I feel bad." "Don't be. He's a wanker anyway." It was silent for a few seconds, until Samuel continued. "Are you joining us tonight again?", he asked as if it was nothing. His dark brown eyes looked at him questioningly. "No, mate. She's all yours. You said so yourself, I burnt enough calories already."
In the kitchen he found Samuel making breakfast in his white boxers. He was humming to the radio while baking some eggs with bacon. He moved along the music and stepped from one foot to the other, contracting each butt cheek in turn. Corey was seated at the kitchen table, reading some sort of magazine. He looked up when Dylan passed him and greeted him. Dylan grabbed a glass from the kitchen and turned around to return to his room. Unfortunately, he was not quick enough to pass Samuel, who turned around when he noticed Dylan and smiled widely. "Goodmorning, sir! I'm making some breakfast for you as well. It'll be ready in five." "Thanks, mate, but I'm not hungry." Samuel raised an eyebrow. "That's not possible. You burned quite some calories last night if I remember correctly", he said while winking to Corey. Dylan could not help to grin. There was something about Samuel's endless enthusiasm that lifted his spirit a little. "Mate, that's common practice for me. Going to the gym is heavier." He saw Corey rolling with his eyes, which amused him even more. Samuel laughed. "Did you text her already?" "No, mate. Don't think I will." "Why not? She seemed very cute." "She was boring. I've had better." "How so? She didn't sound boring to me. We heard her clearly from Corey's room, right Corey?" Corey nodded, but kept reading his newspaper stubbornly. Dylan gave a punch against Samuel's shoulder. "Should I give her your cell? Seems like you fancy her, innit mate?" Samuel smiled. "Why not? If she can even handle you, she must be good." Corey looked up indignant. Samuel's catchy laughter filled the small room. "I'm kidding, of course. Actually, I might meet up with Ashley this evening. She was very sweet. I want to get to know her better." Corey snorted audibly. "Both of you are disgusting." He stood up, folded his newspaper and walked angrily back to his room. "What's the matter with him?", Samuel asked. "I think he fancies Ashley as well." "Oh.. I didn't know that. Now I feel bad." "Don't be. He's a wanker anyway." It was silent for a few seconds, until Samuel continued. "Are you joining us tonight again?", he asked as if it was nothing. His dark brown eyes looked at him questioningly. "No, mate. She's all yours. You said so yourself, I burnt enough calories already."
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"What the fuck is he doing?", Leo asked to Dylan. "No idea, mate." Dylan and Leo were watching from a distance as Tom unbuttoned his neat shirt. With each button a larger part of his chest and abs was revealed. He took off his shirt completely after the last button was opened. Some people standing close to him looked up and raised their eyebrows. Tom did not seem to mind and handed the shirt to the girl who he was having a conversation with. She looked at his torso with surprise and shortly felt his biceps. Her hand barely came halfway the circumference of his muscled upper arm. Dylan and Leo heard Tom's loud laughter from across the event space.
"Do you think he wants to become a dosser?" Dylan laughed. "Perhaps. This would be the quickest way for it for sure." Dylan and Leo were having a drink at one of the bar tables standing in the university's main event space. They had talked to quite some companies already, but preferred talking to each other. Neither of the two desperately needed anything to get out of the network drink that was organized by their study association. Dylan was working part-time at the economic consultancy firm, while Leo had a side job at the local supermarket. He was often reminded about his childish side job by Michael, but worked there with great enjoyment. Michael, on the other hand, felt too good to visit the network drink as he already had plentiful contacts due to his dad being a CEO.
"Oh, now he has two shirts? Where did he get the other one from?" "No idea, mate. He's a proper magician when it comes to showing off to girls." Tom had changed into a dark blue shirt, probably with some transparent excuse as to why he needed to undress in the middle of the drink.
"I'm bored. Why is no one having fun at these drinks? They are fucking drinks, people," Leo said while putting his head on the table, "Shall we just get hammered drunk?". Dylan chuckled. "Go ahead, mate. I won't hold you back. I'll have to drive you home though, so no more alcohol for me." Leo looked around to see if nobody important was looking and chucked his glass in one go. He sighed with relief. "Ah, much better. I'm gonna sleep like a rose tonight."
They observed Tom in silence, until Dylan continued the conversation: "By the way, how's it going with Isabella?" Leo's eyes began to sparkle as he looked to Dylan. "Fucking great, mate. She's perfect. I'm gonna meet her parents this weekend." "For real? You've only been dating for.. What is it? A little more than a week?" "We ain't a couple yet, mate. Don't worry. She just happened to be at her parents this weekend." "When are you gonna propose to her?" Leo looked confused until he figured out it was a joke and grinned. "Maybe this weekend. In front of her dad."
Leo went to the bar to get another drink while Dylan was sipping on his coffee. He watched the businessmen and students hold formal conversations and was glad he was able to talk with Leo instead. On the other side of the auditorium, Tom was still talking exuberantly with the same girl, who seemed to enjoy his presence. Both of them were drinking from full glasses of wine, perhaps their fourth or fifth by now. Occasionally, she would put her hand on his arm or shoulder.
"Any update?", Leo asked when he came back with half a litre of beer. "Not really. They are for sure gonna fuck tonight. That's all I know," Dylan responded, "Speaking off.. Are you still shagging Isabella thrice a day?". Leo smiled boyishly. "Fucking hell, mate. She's all over me. I've never seen someone that enthusiastic. I've been having muscle pain for the last couple of days already. Especially in my pelvis and ass. She's been wanting my lion whenever we're together. She's crazy." "How do you get muscle pain in your ass? What kind of positions do you do?" Dylan saw Leo turning red. "Eh.. We just tried something out." Dylan burst out in laughter when he understood it. "Has she put a finger in your butt?" "Fuck off, mate. It's not that weird. A lot of people do it. It actually feels really good." Dylan could not stop laughing at his friend, who looked indignantly the other way. After a while, Dylan managed to pull himself together. "Sure, mate. Whatever suits you. Just make sure you don't tell Michael about it. He'd love to hear this."
"Do you think he wants to become a dosser?" Dylan laughed. "Perhaps. This would be the quickest way for it for sure." Dylan and Leo were having a drink at one of the bar tables standing in the university's main event space. They had talked to quite some companies already, but preferred talking to each other. Neither of the two desperately needed anything to get out of the network drink that was organized by their study association. Dylan was working part-time at the economic consultancy firm, while Leo had a side job at the local supermarket. He was often reminded about his childish side job by Michael, but worked there with great enjoyment. Michael, on the other hand, felt too good to visit the network drink as he already had plentiful contacts due to his dad being a CEO.
"Oh, now he has two shirts? Where did he get the other one from?" "No idea, mate. He's a proper magician when it comes to showing off to girls." Tom had changed into a dark blue shirt, probably with some transparent excuse as to why he needed to undress in the middle of the drink.
"I'm bored. Why is no one having fun at these drinks? They are fucking drinks, people," Leo said while putting his head on the table, "Shall we just get hammered drunk?". Dylan chuckled. "Go ahead, mate. I won't hold you back. I'll have to drive you home though, so no more alcohol for me." Leo looked around to see if nobody important was looking and chucked his glass in one go. He sighed with relief. "Ah, much better. I'm gonna sleep like a rose tonight."
They observed Tom in silence, until Dylan continued the conversation: "By the way, how's it going with Isabella?" Leo's eyes began to sparkle as he looked to Dylan. "Fucking great, mate. She's perfect. I'm gonna meet her parents this weekend." "For real? You've only been dating for.. What is it? A little more than a week?" "We ain't a couple yet, mate. Don't worry. She just happened to be at her parents this weekend." "When are you gonna propose to her?" Leo looked confused until he figured out it was a joke and grinned. "Maybe this weekend. In front of her dad."
Leo went to the bar to get another drink while Dylan was sipping on his coffee. He watched the businessmen and students hold formal conversations and was glad he was able to talk with Leo instead. On the other side of the auditorium, Tom was still talking exuberantly with the same girl, who seemed to enjoy his presence. Both of them were drinking from full glasses of wine, perhaps their fourth or fifth by now. Occasionally, she would put her hand on his arm or shoulder.
"Any update?", Leo asked when he came back with half a litre of beer. "Not really. They are for sure gonna fuck tonight. That's all I know," Dylan responded, "Speaking off.. Are you still shagging Isabella thrice a day?". Leo smiled boyishly. "Fucking hell, mate. She's all over me. I've never seen someone that enthusiastic. I've been having muscle pain for the last couple of days already. Especially in my pelvis and ass. She's been wanting my lion whenever we're together. She's crazy." "How do you get muscle pain in your ass? What kind of positions do you do?" Dylan saw Leo turning red. "Eh.. We just tried something out." Dylan burst out in laughter when he understood it. "Has she put a finger in your butt?" "Fuck off, mate. It's not that weird. A lot of people do it. It actually feels really good." Dylan could not stop laughing at his friend, who looked indignantly the other way. After a while, Dylan managed to pull himself together. "Sure, mate. Whatever suits you. Just make sure you don't tell Michael about it. He'd love to hear this."
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After another hour of boredom, Leo and Dylan decided it was time to head home. By now, Leo was pretty drunk and he was talking thoroughly about Isabella. It seemed to be the only thing on his mind, but Dylan enjoyed the conversation. They went to Tom and his girl and tapped him in his shoulder. Tom did not mind at all to leave as well, but not until he had asked the girl to come with him. The girl, Susan, apparently was a student a year lower than them. She was giggling and laughing a lot at everything Tom was saying. They grabbed their coats from the cloakroom and made way towards the exit, until Dylan saw someone standing near the exit. "I'll be right there, lads. Just wait for me at the car."
Dylan approached a table in the corner, out of sight of the main space, where a familiar girl was talking to other students. She was dressed all black and was wearing a name tag of some company. Dylan grabbed her by her upper arm and abruptly interrupted the conversation they were having. "Can I talk to you for a second? Sorry to interrupt your conversation." Without waiting he dragged the girl a few metres further. She had the same careless expression as when he met her on the night out, just before he joined Ashley and Samuel. Only now, she was not smoking non-stop.
"How did you know me?", Dylan said more aggressively than expected. The girl just looked at him without any expression. "Nice to see you too, Dylan. What do you mean?" "You knew my name when we met in front of Coalition." "Yea, so?" "You know Sofia, innit? You're the one who told her about me." "Everyone knows Sofia. So?" Dylan noticed he was unprepared for this conversation, but his impulses responded. "You shouldn't have told her." "Tell her what?" "About, you know.. That night." "But I did. What now? Are you gonna threaten me?" "What I do in my life is none of your business. You were stalking me." The smoker girl smiled cynically. "You're so dramatic. First, you were begging me to fuck you. Five minutes later, I saw you walking home with two persons. There's no stalking necessary if you're so transparent." "I wasn't begging. I didn't even want to fuck you." She sighed. "We both know that's not true. By the way, was the threesome any good?" Dylan's impatience started to enter the conversation. "You're a fucking idiot. Why don't you mind your own fucking business. Or is your own life not entertaining enough, so you have to interfere with others." The girl scoffed. "Seems like Sofia was right about you. Now if you don't mind, I've got students to talk to." Without waiting a response, she left Dylan alone and went back to the table.
Dylan approached a table in the corner, out of sight of the main space, where a familiar girl was talking to other students. She was dressed all black and was wearing a name tag of some company. Dylan grabbed her by her upper arm and abruptly interrupted the conversation they were having. "Can I talk to you for a second? Sorry to interrupt your conversation." Without waiting he dragged the girl a few metres further. She had the same careless expression as when he met her on the night out, just before he joined Ashley and Samuel. Only now, she was not smoking non-stop.
"How did you know me?", Dylan said more aggressively than expected. The girl just looked at him without any expression. "Nice to see you too, Dylan. What do you mean?" "You knew my name when we met in front of Coalition." "Yea, so?" "You know Sofia, innit? You're the one who told her about me." "Everyone knows Sofia. So?" Dylan noticed he was unprepared for this conversation, but his impulses responded. "You shouldn't have told her." "Tell her what?" "About, you know.. That night." "But I did. What now? Are you gonna threaten me?" "What I do in my life is none of your business. You were stalking me." The smoker girl smiled cynically. "You're so dramatic. First, you were begging me to fuck you. Five minutes later, I saw you walking home with two persons. There's no stalking necessary if you're so transparent." "I wasn't begging. I didn't even want to fuck you." She sighed. "We both know that's not true. By the way, was the threesome any good?" Dylan's impatience started to enter the conversation. "You're a fucking idiot. Why don't you mind your own fucking business. Or is your own life not entertaining enough, so you have to interfere with others." The girl scoffed. "Seems like Sofia was right about you. Now if you don't mind, I've got students to talk to." Without waiting a response, she left Dylan alone and went back to the table.
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"What's the matter?", Leo asked worriedly. Furiously, Dylan walked past him. "Nothing." "It doesn't seem like nothing, mate. What happened in there?" "Just shut up, Leo. Nothing fucking happened", he responded with a raised voice. Dylan's mind was racing and he just wanted to be on his own. He walked further to the edge of the parking space where he looked out to the city. He felt furious towards the smoker girl, and towards himself for not being cautious enough. He should have known something was up with her right after she had said she knew his name. Why would Sofia care anyway what he was doing? She seemed to have a blast without him as well. He grabbed a cigarette from his coat and lit it up, hoping it would relieve some tension.
Only then Dylan noticed that Leo had followed him. "What's the matter with you?", Dylan lashed out. Leo stammered: "Nothing. I mean.. I just wanted to see if you were okay, mate." "Nothing happened. I don't need your help." "Sorry.. I didn't mean to.. You know, I just wanted to help. I mean, you're my mate. I need to watch out for you." "Nothing fucking happened. Just mind your own fucking business." He knew he was jumping his throat, but it felt good to redirect his anger. He saw how Leo was hesitant to continue. "Sorry.. I really don't mean to force you to talk about anything. But you know.. After your, eh, breakdown last year.. I just wanted to see if you were.." "Just fuck off. Go fuck Isabella or something. I don't need you here. Nobody needs you. You're just using up space." Dylan had an overwhelming urge to hit Leo and push him away, but he maintained himself when he saw Leo was already hurt by his words. Leo's face was frozen and Dylan partially expected him to start crying. After a few long seconds, Leo opened his mouth and closed it again. The second time he opened his mouth he had found his words. "You're terrible at being friends," Leo said with a crack in his voice. He turned around and walked away. Dylan wanted to shout something, but his words remained stuck in his throat. He was watching how Leo went to Tom, and then walked further into the city.
Only then Dylan noticed that Leo had followed him. "What's the matter with you?", Dylan lashed out. Leo stammered: "Nothing. I mean.. I just wanted to see if you were okay, mate." "Nothing happened. I don't need your help." "Sorry.. I didn't mean to.. You know, I just wanted to help. I mean, you're my mate. I need to watch out for you." "Nothing fucking happened. Just mind your own fucking business." He knew he was jumping his throat, but it felt good to redirect his anger. He saw how Leo was hesitant to continue. "Sorry.. I really don't mean to force you to talk about anything. But you know.. After your, eh, breakdown last year.. I just wanted to see if you were.." "Just fuck off. Go fuck Isabella or something. I don't need you here. Nobody needs you. You're just using up space." Dylan had an overwhelming urge to hit Leo and push him away, but he maintained himself when he saw Leo was already hurt by his words. Leo's face was frozen and Dylan partially expected him to start crying. After a few long seconds, Leo opened his mouth and closed it again. The second time he opened his mouth he had found his words. "You're terrible at being friends," Leo said with a crack in his voice. He turned around and walked away. Dylan wanted to shout something, but his words remained stuck in his throat. He was watching how Leo went to Tom, and then walked further into the city.
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The entire ride home, Tom and Susan were teasing each other playfully on the back seat. However, Dylan's mind was wandering somewhere outside of the car. He did not really know what to think about as all thoughts were equally aggravating, so he just focused on how the street lights passed the vehicle in a rhythmic order. Once he dropped off Tom at his house, he rode mindlessly across the neighbourhood for another hour, before ending his journey in front of his own house.
Dylan had no energy left and all he wanted was to rest, so he climbed up the stairs and went into the apartment. With a blank mind he dropped his bag in the hallway and entered his room. Samuel was laying on the couch watching some wildlife documentary. He was wearing nothing but Dylan's own gym shorts. Due to his slumped posture, his chest muscles looked even bigger. He looked up when he heard Dylan and smiled. "Hey man. How was the drink? Did you find a nice company?" "It was fine. The companies were boring though." Samuel laughed. "I'm sure they were. Only the best for you of course."
Dylan asked Samuel to make some room after he had grabbed two beers. He flopped on the couch and opened the beers using the bottle caps. "Cheers." Samuel looked him into his eyes and clinked bottles. "Salud. On a happy weekend. What are you gonna do?" Dylan responded somewhat brusque: "Don't know." From the corner of his eyes, he saw Samuel frown his eyebrows. Not again, Dylan thought. It was finally quiet. But instead, Samuel just shrugged his shoulders and continued watching the documentary.
Dylan was now able to calm down completely. He liked being in the silent presence of Samuel. After a few minutes, Samuel asked: "How's your hand doing?" Dylan lifted his hand, which was still covered in some plasters. "It's fine. It'll heal soon." He grinned and added: "Thanks for giving them by the way". Samuel looked nonchalant at his hand. "Next time don't go around breaking things, please," Samuel said with a grin, "There are other ways to loose stress". "I wasn't stressed. It was just an accident." Samuel nodded. "You're right, sorry."
They continued watching television in silence. Meanwhile, Dylan was processing what had happened and started to regret lashing out to Leo. He thought about calling him to apologise, but could not get himself to take his phone. Instead, he kept sitting slumped on the couch, thinking about Sofia. He had no idea why she had such a big effect on him, but he hated it. He did not even really know her. She was not even that hot, but her mysterious attitude kept bringing him back.
These thoughts went on for a while, until he felt something pressing against his shoulder. He looked aside and saw Samuel had fallen asleep, with his head on Dylan's shoulder. His curly hair tickled against his neck and he felt the continuing breaths of Samuel. His instinct told him to push him away and wake him up, but he was too frozen within his mind to carry out the movement. Rather, he proceeded watching the nature documentary until the end credits rolled down the screen. His eyelids got heavy and fell down a few times and eventually stayed closed. His thoughts ran away one by one till the single thought of calm nothingness remained.
Dylan had no energy left and all he wanted was to rest, so he climbed up the stairs and went into the apartment. With a blank mind he dropped his bag in the hallway and entered his room. Samuel was laying on the couch watching some wildlife documentary. He was wearing nothing but Dylan's own gym shorts. Due to his slumped posture, his chest muscles looked even bigger. He looked up when he heard Dylan and smiled. "Hey man. How was the drink? Did you find a nice company?" "It was fine. The companies were boring though." Samuel laughed. "I'm sure they were. Only the best for you of course."
Dylan asked Samuel to make some room after he had grabbed two beers. He flopped on the couch and opened the beers using the bottle caps. "Cheers." Samuel looked him into his eyes and clinked bottles. "Salud. On a happy weekend. What are you gonna do?" Dylan responded somewhat brusque: "Don't know." From the corner of his eyes, he saw Samuel frown his eyebrows. Not again, Dylan thought. It was finally quiet. But instead, Samuel just shrugged his shoulders and continued watching the documentary.
Dylan was now able to calm down completely. He liked being in the silent presence of Samuel. After a few minutes, Samuel asked: "How's your hand doing?" Dylan lifted his hand, which was still covered in some plasters. "It's fine. It'll heal soon." He grinned and added: "Thanks for giving them by the way". Samuel looked nonchalant at his hand. "Next time don't go around breaking things, please," Samuel said with a grin, "There are other ways to loose stress". "I wasn't stressed. It was just an accident." Samuel nodded. "You're right, sorry."
They continued watching television in silence. Meanwhile, Dylan was processing what had happened and started to regret lashing out to Leo. He thought about calling him to apologise, but could not get himself to take his phone. Instead, he kept sitting slumped on the couch, thinking about Sofia. He had no idea why she had such a big effect on him, but he hated it. He did not even really know her. She was not even that hot, but her mysterious attitude kept bringing him back.
These thoughts went on for a while, until he felt something pressing against his shoulder. He looked aside and saw Samuel had fallen asleep, with his head on Dylan's shoulder. His curly hair tickled against his neck and he felt the continuing breaths of Samuel. His instinct told him to push him away and wake him up, but he was too frozen within his mind to carry out the movement. Rather, he proceeded watching the nature documentary until the end credits rolled down the screen. His eyelids got heavy and fell down a few times and eventually stayed closed. His thoughts ran away one by one till the single thought of calm nothingness remained.
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I don’t like Dylan at all but he and Samuel should hook up.
I'm really enjoying this. Great story! x
Dylan's a fucking asshole. Why would you make the main character of your story so god damn unlikeable when hes on screen 99% of the time? If hes gonna continue as it is the only thing hell be useful for is pissing off the readers.
