I slowly open the door to Ted's bedroom, careful not to let the latch click. I don't want to disturb him yet.
The light from the hallway falls over him. He's asleep on his side, facing away from me. His arms are wrapped around a pillow, curling up to it. One leg is stretched out, the other bent at the knee. He has kicked his sheet down by his feet leaving most of him bare to my sight.
He's lovely. His sandy blonde hair lies in soft curls. His smooth skin is still tanned from this summer's activities. His shoulders and legs are trim, but still graceful and with the firm muscles of a swimmer. He's just the most beautiful boy.
We've been roommates for two years now, ever since we moved out of the dorms. We got an apartment with a couple of other friends, but now it's just down to the two of us. It's been a great time, we're really good friends. We hang out all the time. We talk and laugh and share some really good times together. But I've never, ever gotten to touch him the way I want to. I know his sexual preferences don't lie in my direction. But I really want him.
I've been planning this for a while. I keep getting ready to do it, but I keep backing out at the last minute. Tonight is going to be different though.
I slip across the room to his bed. He hasn't stirred at all. I just stand there looking at him. I've wanted to be with him for so long. I lean over him bringing my face close to his. I want to just grab him and kiss him deeply, but I don't want to startle him yet. This has to go just right.
I ease myself into bed beside him. I'm lying next to him, so close I can hear his heart, feel the warmth of his skin close to mine. I breathe in, just reveling in his scent. I reach across him, careful not to touch him yet. My hand rests beside his cock. My lips are right next to his ear.
We've talked enough about sex to know what his favorite bits of foreplay are. I'm going to ease him awake with what I know he wants. My heart is racing from the excitement of finally getting to touch him. I'm amazed he doesn't wake up to the sound of it. But he's out deeply; his eyes are still beneath their lids.
I bring my lips to his neck, just below his ear. Lightly, gently, ever so briefly I kiss him. He moves just a little, but doesn't come awake. I flick my tongue over him, at last getting to taste his skin.