Sort Of Friends, Sort Of More.

Chapter 2

You fall asleep while reading. You wake up, feeling groggy and sweating. You check the time on your phone, 8pm. The sun has practically set, and you know Desmond's parents would already be in bed. You're shocked you slept that long. You look around the room for Desmond. He's in the shower. You walk over to the bathroom door and listen, but you don't hear anything. You're just standing there, and soon you tune into heavy breathing, and a few ouches and sharp breaths of air every now and again. He must be having a hard time in there. You knock on the door, hoping he'll hear you.
"Desmond?"
"Hm?" He sounded startled.
"Are you okay in there?" You try to say as loud as you can but not TOO loud because you really don't want to wake up his parents.
"Ah, yes, yes of course."
"Could you open the door, please?"
"What do you want?" He asks, sounding annoyed.
"Just wanted to talk."
"I'm fine, go back to sleep."
"...No I don't think I will."
You hear an aggravated sigh and the shower turns off. He slowly opens the door, only revealing his head and bending over so you can't see his body, but you know he's got a towel around him. "Give me a moment just let me get some pants on at least." He says. Leaving the door slightly ajar and then putting his pants on. You walk in, and he startles. "Wh-HEY I'm not- I'm not dressed yet-"
"You said at least your pants."
"I only JUST got them on." His voice cracks. He looks annoyed. You finally look AT him, and during that time he'd managed to throw a top on. Long sleeved, you notice blood starting to leak through.
"Ah, I see."
"Wh-what?" He stutters.
You point at his arm. His expression quickly changes to panicked. Suddenly he looks like a scared puppy, being backed into a corner by hungry vulture. You walk over to him and he composes himself, back to a state of blankness and slight confusion. You pull up his sleeve. He looks at you. You look at him. You feel blood drip onto your hand, holding his arm. You turn your head, looking back at his arm.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"It was a...a small accident." He says, avoiding your eyes.
"Does the cut feel okay?" "Yes..."
"Explain."
"...I don't want to it's embarrassing."
"Tell me."
"Fine. Well, I was shaving and it slipped-" "Alright then. Gosh you're worrying you know."
"I would apologise but you yourself CHOOSE to associate with me."
"That's fair enough."
He pulls out wound antiseptic, and applies it to a cotton ball, dabs it on the small wound, letting out occasional short gasps and wraps it up. You notice when he stands up he's trying to hide something. Like he's walking with his arms in front of him, and when you get a moment to peek walking back to room, you notice he's trying to hide... His erection. Cute, you think.
You blush and stare at it. He notices your prying eyes, and immediately realises what you're sneaking a glimpse of. For a second, you see a glimpse of hurt, embarrassment, and anger, on his face.
"What are you doing?" He demands.
You shrug. "W-watching you." You weren't paying attention to how wide your grin has gotten. And when you do it makes you smile even more.
"You might as well have been looking at me naked."
"I wasn't."
"Well you were kind of close."
"I wasn't!"
"You opened the door on me. Goodness I barely had my pants on."  You find yourself drooling.  He looks at you, somehow making you feel small when he's only a few inches taller. "God you're so horny all the time." He answers to your expression. You've always been pretty flirtatious with him. You are with a lot of people. Why him though? Because he's better to tease, he's into fucked up shit. You've had the pleasures of finding out his sadism. And you're wondering now if he's masochistic. His boners gone :(. Probably left during that conversation, you're thinking to yourself. You're not quite sure what he identifies as with sexuality. He barely can answer himself, but he struggles feeling anything like that with people. But you know there's SOMETHING. You're just not sure yet. He lays down, taking the wall side of the bed this time. And you join him. You find yourself really close to him. It feels odd tonight. You're warm. Very warm. You rub your legs together and feel the heat between them.  He lays there perfectly still. You can't tell if he's asleep or not. You want so badly to nuzzle up to him and smell him...  But you know that would make you seem creepy. So instead you stroke him softly through his hair. He moans lightly in his sleep. You slide your hand up and down his arm before dropping it to his hand. You press your body against him, just wanting to feel his body heat. He's cold, but it's actually relaxing if anything. You lay your head on his chest, and listen to it beat slowly. "Mmmm..." You hear him groan in his sleep, scaring you for a moment.  His hand moves, gently resting (To your dismay) on your thigh, brushing against you.  He flips over, and thankfully that's the end. You thank God you can rest peacefully now without being horny. Soon you fall into a deep sleep.