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People, on the other hand, rarely do what I expect. They say things that are different than what they mean, they laugh and tease, they lie. People don’t make sense the way physics and numbers do; they don’t even try to.
I slip into the chair and fold my hands on the table in front of me, more acutely aware of them than I usually am. Hands are an odd thing, so useful and yet perpetually in the way.
So, he’s a genius and apparently isn’t lacking in social skills or self-confidence. I’ve heard of such unicorns but haven’t seen one in the wild before now.
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.
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 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.”
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.”
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.
“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.”
