55Hiya peoples, this is just a short little oneshot I wrote when I got bored. Enjoy.
Drunk one night stands are awkward but not rare. For college sophomore computer nerd Zeke they are nothing new. For highschool senior jock Matt there is a first time for everything. The best things are always unexpected.
Taste the Rainbow
By: Converse Tennis Shoes
Despite common belief, not all computer nerds are sexually challenged. We do not all run around in button up shirts, ties, bifocal glasses, fifty million books stacked in our arms, and our pants pulled up to our nipples. We do not all stutter whenever confronted by someone we would like to possibly date or just sleep with.
No, that is not true at all. In fact, in some ways we are almost ahead of the regular population.
How many people do you know have twenty gigs of internet porn downloaded and readily available by a few clicks of the mouse?
Who do you think decided to start putting porn on the internet in the first place?
Who do you think invented "cyber"ing?
Yes, yes, I will now humbly bow and let you grovel to the genius of the computer geek.
Ok, I will admit, not all computer geeks can transfer their computer sexual prowess into their everyday lives, but some of us can turn another person on just as easily as hitting the power button on our computers.
I like to think that I am sexy, a delectable catch maybe, a real animal in the bed perhaps?
Sadly, the term most give me is cute.
It pisses me off. What guy wants to be frickin cute? But oh well. Better than nothing right? I mean, I don't normally have any problem with getting a guy for the night. They say it's my smile and how I'm so adorable while drunk or something like that.
Sometimes I wish I knew what I do to make guys like me so much.
Anyways, I'm now lying here, still a little groggy from sleep and my head is starting to throb slightly in a forming headache. Morning light is filtering through the closed blinds and giving the room a nice soft glow. I can feel an arm comfortably slung over my waist, a warm palm resting on my stomach. The lightest puff of heated breath is hitting the back of my neck at slow regular intervals, telling me that my hook-up, whoever he may be, is still very much asleep.
I'm laying on my right side, facing the wall, so I turn over onto my left, careful not to roll on top of my partner, to face him.He's gorgeous; a little younger than my twenty years, maybe eighteen or so, but still very mature looking. He's a blondie, and I can tell it's natural because the sheet is slipping farther and farther down his hip and that pale golden trail leading downwards is tempting my resolve to keep my hands to myself. I think Mr. Blonde is the sporty type because he's generously muscled, but not overly so, with a slender athletic body. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps, dusty pink lips parted to let out a gentle stream of air.
Wait a second, I've seen him before.
I don't know who he is or where I saw him, but I know his face. It's kind of hard to forget, being as handsome as he is.
Suddenly he shuffles around in his sleep, wrapping his arms loosely around me and burying his face in my chest.
Ha! Who's cute now?!
I don't really want to, but I slowly pull away and he wakes up in the process. He stretches slightly, the sheet slipping farther down, and then opens his eyes to blink innocently and look around at his foreign surroundings. Blondie eventually fixes me with a deep bluish-green stare. He really is quite a catch.
Aye, now for the awkward part.
"Hi, I'm Zeke. Nice to…um," blush, "…meet you."
"Do you want to use the shower first?"
"Please don't touch my computers."
"I'm a sophomore at the STU." (That's Southern Technical University, in case you're wondering.)
"Yes, that is the full collection of Doctor Who?... And Stargate…And StarTrek…And Battlestar Galactica..."
"Do you like eggs for breakfast?…." Door close, "Or you can just leave…."
"Um… good morning." I decide to start the conversation.
He smiles, "Hi." He looks around again and then at our naked state in the bed. "Did we…?"
I nod.
His cheeks turn pink.
Can I keep this one? Pleeeeeaaase?
I sit up in the bed, grinning down at him, "I take it you don't do this often."
He hesitates, "Not really…Do you?"
"Yeah, but not all the time just for the hell of it, only whenever I feel like it. My friends all get jealous cause I get laid more than them."
His chuckle is light and melodious, "Do you remember anything?"
"Vaguely. We were at Diablo's last night. I remember that you can really dance when you're not worried about other people watching you."
"That's right." He suddenly points at me, "Ezekiel Kramer. Correct?"
I wince, "Just Zeke will do."
We sit there in uncomfortable silence, him staring at me expectantly. It takes me a while to realize that he's waiting to see if I know his name or not. My stomach sinks when I realize I have absolutely no idea.
His face is so familiar though. How can I not know his name?
I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Way to go, Zeke.
"Matt." He says finally, "Mathieu London."
"I knew that." I say indignantly, but he sees right through me. His face falls in disappointment.
"You don't remember me do you?" Matt asks quietly, looking up at the ceiling blankly.
I look down at my hands, folded neatly in my lap. "Not really. No. You seem familiar, but I don't know your name. I'm sorry."
Matt looks up at me, but then shrugs, "Wouldn't really expect you to. It's ok." He sits up and quickly pushes the sheets off of himself. I sigh as he turns away from me and swings his long legs over the side of the bed so he can stand up.
Once he stands up he instantly sits back down.
"Ooooowwww." Matt's voice is a painful hiss, "Shit…. That hurt." He turns back towards me, wincing slightly "Did I bottom last night?"
My face instantly resembles a tomato, "Well, I dunno…. I normally bottom…"
"My ass hurts like hell."
I frown, "I don't know why. I like being on bottom unless my partner asks me to top or if they're completely inexperienced, if you know what I me-" I freeze at the sudden realization. This is not good.
"You're not a virgin are you?"
Matt instantly pales.
Oh, shit….
"Jesus, Matt. If you're a fucking virgin what the hell are you doing in a hook-up bar like Diablo's?" I can't keep my voice from rising slightly.
"I'm not a virgin." Matt shoots back, his tone clearly showing his irritation.
"Bullshit. Your face says it all" I snap, "You can't be more than eighteen. Wait, you're not underage too, are you?"
"I've been with lots of girls before-"
"But never guys." I add.
"-And I turn eighteen in four weeks."
I bury my face in my hands. "This is great. Perfect. Just perfect. Be-fuckin-utiful."
"I wanted to be with you!" Matt shouts loudly, blue-green eyes determined and staring straight at me. I can only sit there and stare blankly back, mouth hanging open a little in shock. Then Matt seems to realize what exactly he said and looks down at his feet, face turning pink again. He's clearly nervous, anxiously wringing his hands and not making eye contact. Finally he looks up at me.
"You really don't remember me?" He sounds desperate.
And then it hits me, like a ton of bricks, or a flood of water, a bolt of lightning, take your pick from the many similes and metaphors.
"Oh….my god…" I look Matt up and down, the fact that he's naked only subconsciously noted in the back of my brain, "Holy shit, Mattie, you've grown!"
I remember him now, and I can't believe I didn't know who he was the moment I saw him. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was drunk off my ass but that's beside the point.
Mathieu London.
We went to the same high school for two years, his freshman and sophomore years while I was a junior and then a senior. He was a scrawny little thing back then, all arms and legs and totally awkward but still athletic enough to be on the high school JV teams.
Being an openly gay computer geek, the older kids in my year used to give me crap and he, being the cute little newb he was, tried to fit and also picked on me a little bit. Yeah, we got off to a rough start, but he wasn't really like the others. Matt never did anything to truly hurt me; it was more like a game to get my attention for him. I noticed this but never really gave him the attention he strived so hard to get.
However, this only made him try harder and harder. It almost got to a breaking point where I was going to confront him but I graduated from high school and never saw him again.
I didn't realize he wanted my attention that way.
It's been two years and suddenly here he is, a full grown and downright sexy man. He's a senior now, probably on the Varsity team and has half the cheerleaders begging to give him a blowjob.
I'm now a self-supporting college student who has finally overgrown his own insecurities. I can get any guy I set my sights on, but have yet to commit to a full-fledged relationship. I'm not scared of having a boyfriend, I'm just picky. If I'm going to let a guy in, I want to make sure he's the right guy, not just anybody.
"I can't believe I didn't recognize you. You look so different. You're…. hot now." I reach forward and pull him into a hug. Matt pauses for a moment, but then hugs me back and buries his face in my neck. His breath is shaky and I can feel his heart beating a gazillion times a minute, but he gradually melts into the embrace.
"You haven't changed one bit," He whispers.
Finally we break apart, Matt continuing to hold my arm like he is afraid I will suddenly push him away.
"I never realized you were gay." I say honestly, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Cause I'm not." He answers, stroking my hand in a distant way that suggests he doesn't even realize he's doing it, "I'm bi."
"I see." I glance over at the clock and curse under my breath. I have to be at work in thirty minutes and it takes me fifteen minutes just to get there. I pull my arm away and climb over him and off the bed. I make my way over to the closet to find some clean clothes to wear.
"Well, did you get what you came for?" I ask over my shoulder.
"Yeah," He answers quietly. I'm not facing him - I'm busy picking out a shirt - but I can feel his eyes burning into my naked back. He laughs, "Too bad I can't remember most of it."
"Should have said no to the booze, my boy." I pull some pants out from the bottom of my closet and tentatively take a whiff. Yeah, they're clean, "Say no to the booze."
"I could have, but it was the only way to get the courage to approach you."
I turn to face him, finally done with picking out my wardrobe, "You never had a problem before in high school."
"Yeah, but you're different now."
"You just said I haven't changed at all."
"Well, yeah, appearance wise you're still cute as hell. But personality wise, you're a new person. You used to be this docile, geeky person with no clue of what to do around other people. You're… I dunno… confident now, and really really sexy."
"Yeah right," I snort and pick up his pants off the floor to throw at him.
"No really, you've turned into a fuckin sex fiend, I swear."
"Well, maybe you're right." I plop down onto the bed next to him, "However, this sex fiend has to go to work in a while."
Matt blinks at me innocently, and then jumps up, grabbing his pants in the process, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll leave."
I watch him scramble around the room, a butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach making me somewhat nauseous. I have had several one night stands, more them half of them when I was drunk, so I'm not exactly new to this. Nevertheless, I feel really bad for some unknown reason as Matt mumbles apologies and excuses, only to finally lock himself in the bathroom.
I quickly toast some bread and grab a Red Bull from the fridge before calling to Matt that I'm leaving. He comes striding out of my room, fully clothed and beaming as if nothing has happened and this were completely normal. I hold open the door for him and then lock it behind me.
Matt is silent as we walk down the stairs from the third to ground floor. As many times I've traveled these stairs drunk, I have no idea how I do it without falling and hurting myself. It's a real mystery.
"Well, my car's this way. You need a ride?" I ask once we reach the bottom.
"Oh no," Matt says hastily, "I can walk; my house isn't far from here."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Ok… Bye."
"Bye." Then I turn around and walk away.
I walk barely five steps before Matt calls me.
"Zeke! Wait."
The butterfly feeling is back as I turn and watch him run up to me. "Yes?"
"Look, I know that last night was one time deal, no strings attached but… can… can I see you again some time?" At that moment, I can faintly see the old Matt standing there, the awkward little kid, the one that tried so hard to make me notice him and fit in with the other jocks at school at the same time.
It is then that I realize that we are complete opposites. Whereas I have not changed at all in the way I look, I have finally come to terms with myself and have started to venture out into the world. Matt, on the other hand, has changed so much on the outside, going from gangley teen to manly stud, but still is the same innocent boy on the inside.
The world works in strange ways.
"Sure." I answer finally.
Matt looks at me, eyes wide, "Really?"
"Really really."
"Ok, awesome!" He pulls some paper and a pencil out of his jacket pocket. "Here's my cell number. Call me sometime ok?"
"I will." I can't help but smile.
Matt grins back, white teeth perfect and straight. He suddenly leans forward and gives me a chaste kiss. I decide that I really like it and pull him back down, he's a little taller than me, and give him a true kiss; tongue, teeth and all.
A few teenage boys about fourteen years old pass by and call us fags. We simply laugh and continue kissing.
He tastes so good, and his lips a strong but gentle. I think Matt's one person I might just have to get to know because simply sleeping with him apparently wasn't enough. I'm normally against getting into relationships, but the idea of maybe someday calling Matt my boyfriend would be nice.
Maybe someday.
For now though, we part and I pull away, "I gotta go."
"Ok. Bye."
"See ya later."
As much as I hate to admit it, there are some things a computer can't give you. You can't have a relationship with internet porn. Cyber-ing only does so much. There are some things that you have to live and experience to truly prove that you are alive and breathing.
My one regret is that I never noticed Matt earlier; he sure as hell tried his hardest but there is only so much a one-sided relationship can do. I should know that better than most.
I still love the computer and I still love sex, but what's better than adding a little friendship, and maybe something more, into the mix?
There's a difference between simply seeing the rainbow and tasting it.
Yeah! A happy story. I'm sure you guys get sick of my emo ways every once in a while. lolz. Tell me what you think in the form of a review. I'll love you forever.
much luv
shoes