ILY 16
I Like You
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Feeling a pair of arms wrap tighter around me, I couldn't help but to wake up from my sleep. Opening my eyes I looked down at the man that makes me feel things I haven't felt before.
Using my free hands I trace this one tattoo that's on the back of his neck. I've never told him before but I love his tattoos I wished to be tatted up like him one day or live in his skin either or was fine with me.
Feeling him squeeze me tighter and his head grazing my chest just made my heart swell even more. Applying a soft kiss to his forehead I rest in his hold and think back to last night.
It's been a minute since I slanged dick, so I was pretty excited when we got started. The things that man can do with his mouth and body is crazy. I haven't cum like that ever in my life.
He had a nigga toes curling and stomach caving in, it was wild but I can't lie I did my thing too. I was just trying to make him forget about all the other dudes he fucked honestly.
I actually pissed that he gave that ass to somebody but me. Feeling myself getting heated from the thought I unwrap his arms from after my waist and force myself out the bed.
Looking back to the sleeping male I couldn't help but just to smile at him looking all cute in his sleep. Applying another kiss to his forehead I head to the bathroom and prepare for my drive back home.
I'm grateful it's break time because classes have been killing me. You would've thought sleeping with your professor he would make you have less work, but boy was I wrong. It's liked he doubled it all these papers and small projects I have to outline is crazy...
I just dreaded the ride home to my family. Hear me out I love my family to pieces it's just that they're so judgmental of my life choices. Well more so my mother.
My sisters love that I'm pursuing something I love like film. My older sister was the one who bought me my first camera. She's always supported me through my many phases.
Now my dad it took some time for him to come around to accept me picking up the camera. Him and my mom always wanted better for me, and he just didn't understand that the camera was a better choice for me.
They thought I would end up like him working at a news station, but I had bigger dreams than that. I want to director films, music videos, short stories anything long as I'm behind a camera.
Once he saw how I was taking sports film serious he finally got off my back. Then there was my mother she had two problems with me one was my career path and then two was my queerness.
It was like double homicade when she found out about me liking boys. She just couldn't accept it she still doesn't, but I have some faith she'll come around one day.
Look at the devil calling, I say as my mom name appears on my phone. Washing and drying my hands quickly I pick up the phone.
"And what took you so long to answer the phone Trey...?" "Well if you want to know so bad I was using the bathroom,"I say chuckling. "Mhm...okay Trey whatever you say".
"What do you want mama,"I asks as I take out clothes from my spend the night bag. "Oh nothing just seeing when my son will be back home when he was supposed to be back yesterday".
"Mom you're lucky I'm even coming back home this break", I say seriously. "Well I wouldn't nag you so much if you just come home, but no you just make false promises of coming home and you never do,"she says kinda frustrated.
Hearing her frustrated didn't make me feel too well, she was right I don't visit home as much as I used to. "I get it ma...I'll be home later tonight I just had something to handle yesterday", I say puting my shirt on.
"Well you could've told me that instead I could've made family dinner tonight instead of yesterday", she says sassily. "My bad ma, it just slipped my mind I can't wait to warm up whatever you cook I know it'll be good."
"Well of course it was good your ma gets down in the kitchen it's really your dad side of the family that can't cook though. my people got that", she says laughing which caused me to laugh myself.
Feeling a pair of arms wrap around my neck I try and hurry up and end the call.
"You are silly ma, but trust I'll be home later I love you but I gotta go," I say quickly ending the call.
"You didn't have to end it I would've loved to hear her voice". "Trust me Cal no you wouldn't. That lady can hear other people breathing around she would've starting asking questions about whose standing next to me. And I don't have time for her with that".
"I get it" he says, applying a soft kiss to my lips and me being slightly addicted to him I press harder into him. Wrapping his hands around my waist he pulls me onto the sink.
"Damn cal," I say pulling away from the kiss. "What," he asks pulling away from my neck. "I be fucking forgetting you strong as shit," I say laughing in his hold.
"Yeah when I'm with you I try to be a little softer with you." "Really why," I ask rubbing his back.
"A lot of dudes used to say I was pretty rough and it kinda used to mess with me a little bit," he confess.
"You don't ever have to do no shit like that with me," I say holding his head with my two hands. "I want the masculine and the softer side of you. Don't ever try to change your self for me or anyone you're perfect the way you are," I say getting serious with him.
"You hear me," I say looking into his eyes. "Yeah Trey I hear you I'l just be myself around you," he says. "Thank you don't ever hide yourself from me I love all of you".
Calvin growing a smile on his face takes in the words but all he can hear is that "Trey loves all of him". He couldn't help but blush at the younger man.
"Why you smiling so hard," Trey asks as he sees the buffer man smiling at him. "Oh nothing just thinking," he says pulling away from him. "Come on let's get you packed and ready for your family", he says changing the topic. Still carrying the smile on his face.
Taking his word for it he follows happily behind the fine man and allows him to help him get ready for the long drive back home.
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