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“Hey, Einstein, good to see you.” He blinks at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes like he can’t believe it’s actually good to see him. My heart breaks a little that he feels that way, and I suddenly understand my brother’s fussing over his friend. There’s something about Elijah that makes you want to shield him from the big, bad world.
“People don’t make any sense. Like, there’s all these things you’re supposed to say or do to let someone know you’re interested, but nobody ever told me what those things were.
A slow smile spreads over his pretty pink lips, and he finally pulls the door closed behind him, giving me a little wave through the window before the car pulls away, leaving me horny and confused on a street corner in the middle of the night.
Did I give him a sign I didn’t know I was giving? And if so, what was it so I can be sure to do it again.
Oh my god, I’m going to see Paxton without pants on. If this is a dream, please, please, please don’t let me wake up before I get to see his dick.
I want to figure it out with my mouth so full of his cock that I can hardly breathe. Actually, forget breathing all together, I’m almost certain that’s how I’d like to die, choking to death on Pax’s cock.
“I don’t know what I want because I don’t think I know everything there is. All I know is that I want to feel you against me, I want you on top of me and all around me, I want to see what it’s like when you fall apart from pleasure.”
In French, the word for orgasm is le petite mort, the little death. That’s exactly what this feels like. I’ve died and been reborn in an instant.
What if nothing did happen? Is it possible I had some sort of psychotic break and imagined the whole thing?
It’s simple, find a hot guy who’s interested in a little fun, have said fun, part ways, and move on with life. Einstein fucked everything up. Or maybe I’m the one who fucked everything up. I’m not entirely sure at this point.
If Heisenberg’s Uncertainty principle is that you can know the velocity or location of an object at any given time, but not both. I think the Paxton Uncertainty principle has to be that you can understand what he says or how he acts, but both can’t be comprehensible at the same time.
“Why would they want to do that? I’m nothing special to look at. I’m awkward, I’m…there’s no reason for anyone to want me that way.” Pain lances through Pax’s eyes, and for a few stuttered heartbeats, I’m sure he’s about to kiss me. “Oh, Einstein, you really have no idea.”
Maybe everyone is right when they say sex ruins friendships. I didn’t even get full on sex before the friendship was ruined. I feel kind of ripped off.
I read through the list, feeling my despair grow as I wonder how I’m going to be able to do so many different things at once—suck, swallow so I don’t gag, flick my tongue along his tip, use my hand to cup his balls…it’s like the Bop It game from hell.
Elijah licks his lips, the absolute perfect embodiment of pure as the driven snow and filthy as hell all at the same time.
“Oh my god, yes,” he gasps, wiggling in my arms, attempting to impale himself on my erection. “Hold still, Nerdlet. You may not weigh much, but if you keep wiggling, I might drop you.” “Then you can fuck me on the floor,” he concludes. “I don’t care where you do it, just do it.”
“When did you get such a filthy mouth?” “Probably when you put your cock in it,” he reasons, and I bark out a laugh.
“There’s this idea in string theory that there are infinite parallel universes with infinite possibilities,” he says, settling closer to me, his soft cock, still wet with his cum, pressing against my thigh as he hitches a leg over mine and nestles his head onto my chest. He lets out a content sigh, his whole body relaxing into me. “I hope we’re doing this in every single one of them.”
