m/m Jolias Finally Lets Go - Part 6

[pasidious]

 

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I was walking like a freak of nature.  I looked like one of those people who thinks speed-walking is a sport.  My jogging would have been slower.  But, I couldn't help myself.  I was getting looks from passers-by.  I didn't even care.  I was eager to get to the Den and hopefully be there before Jolias has to wait for too long.  But I also just wanted to see him again.  I wanted to be in his presence.  

There was a bit of an incline leading up from the Den towards the main classroom building, and as I rounded the corner, I stumbled and almost fell, looking like an idiot as I basically danced my way back to balance.  And not gracefully.

I decided to slow my pace a bit after that, but fortunately I was already pretty much at the Den anyway.  I approached the double-doors of the building, and I slowed my walk even further.  There were several students milling around outside socializing, either coming or going.  But I didn't see Jolias.  I couldn't tell, obviously, if he'd beaten me here and already gone inside or if he hadn't arrived yet.  I looked around, and I couldn't see that telltale mop of dark hair.  I kept glancing in the direction of where the campus gym was to see if he was coming, and I didn't see him.  But if I walked inside to see if he was already in there, and he wasn't, he may arrive and wonder where I am.  

So I texted him.

Where you at

And then like a child waiting to be told he could open his Christmas gift, I stared at my phone, waiting for those iPhone bubbles to appear to let me know he was typing a response.  But nothing came up.  It was times like this when I actually wished he had his read-receipt function turned on.  But, then again, sometimes not knowing was better.

I decided to sit on one of the benches that was outside of the building.  The chill of the cold bench made me shiver even more than I already was from wearing only a short-sleeve shirt, having been forced to tie my hoodie around my waist thanks to my ever-present erection, leaking so much precum that I looked like I pissed myself.  All just from thinking about this dude.  My phone continued to rest within my fingers, waiting for the telltale sound of a text message coming through.  I sat there, staring off into the distance, the noise of the surrounding students and any other commotion just a dull hum in the background, as I waited for some sign of Jolias.  I mean, shit, the gym was about equidistant from the Den as the main classroom building.  What the fuck was taking him so long?  Was he even coming?

I stared down at my phone's homescreen, not even bothering to check the text thread to see if those bubbles would ever appear.  I was beginning to wonder if he'd changed his mind and decided to do something else.  Or perhaps he met some other dude at the campus gym and became fast friends like he did with me.  I mean, he did meet me for all of two minutes and immediately invited me to a late dinner.  Why wouldn't he do the same with someone else?  There's got to be about a thousand other dudes here who are cooler and much more attractive than I am.

"BLARGHHH" a sudden guttural, throaty exclamation came from some entity that was immediately behind my ears, and I felt strong hands grip and lightly shove my shoulders forward as I sat on the cold bench.  I damn near dropped my phone, but whipped my head around once in one direction, only seeing a blur of a humanoid figure in my peripheral vision, then rotated my head in the other direction to see the origin of the noise and contact.  And as always, at least so far, my heart fluttered and butterflies danced within my gut as I looked upon the seething hotness that is Jolias.  He had that shit-eating grin upon his face, knowing full well that he startled the shit out of me.  And suddenly the background noise was back to full volume as I heard people talking, sounds of traffic, and the somewhat dull sounds of nature as a few remaining birds chirped and squawked in the distance.

And fuck.  He was covered up.  Hoodie zipped up, pants, and even his backpack was slung across his shoulder adding just that extra bit of obscurity to his body.  I was hoping he'd been too lazy to get completely dressed, but then again, perhaps this is what took him so long.  He was getting dressed.

"Fuck you, dude," I said, muttering it, attempting to appear annoyed.

"Aw did I scare ya?" he chuckled, feigning concern that he'd done what he suggested.  I couldn't help but grin.

"Almost made me drop my phone, ya dickhead," I responded, still holding a grin on my face, but I realized I was attempting, poorly, to hide the fact I was amused.  

"Yeah yeah, you didn't though, so... why are you only wearing your t-shirt?  Y'know the thing around your waist can be worn as a sort of 'hoodie,' right?" he asked sarcastically.  He even did the air-quotes.  

I couldn't tell him... or rather, I couldn't comfortably explain to him that I once again made a mess of myself just from thinking about him and needed to cover up.

"You're fucking shivering dude, come on let's go inside, I'm starving anyway."  He then literally grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, and guided me to the doors.  My heart was dancing within my chest.  Truthfully I didn't even realize I was shivering, but the other physical affects he was having on me made me oblivious.  Just his touch upon my bare forearm made my cock throb and swell.  Thankfully I was already covered up.

Once inside, I felt the warm air envelop my body and immediately I realized just how chilly I was outside.  FUCK I needed to dress more appropriately for these events.  An extra hoodie or even a jacket would be a good idea from here on out.  

He released my arm once we were inside, though, and I exhaled in disappointment.  I looked down at the hand that was no longer wrapped around my arm and I envisioned myself grabbing it, entwining my fingers with his.  But I had to purge the idea from my mind as I'm sure he'd probably reject my hand if I attempted it.  I looked back up and saw him staring at me, a cool look of indifference on his face.  

"'Sup."

I felt my face burn red and I had to look away.  He chuckled but didn't say anything more.  We walked into the dining area and got in line to order food.

"So, uh, Jolias, how was the gym?" I finally managed to sputter out.

"It was alright, nothing too extreme.  Did a light workout today, which was good since now I get to have lunch with you," he stated super matter-of-factly, bumping his shoulder into mine as we stood in line.

My cock throbbed.  I couldn't tell if I was in love or in lust, but I couldn't care at the moment.  He was just too cute.  

"Oh, what made it just 'alright,' and not, like, awesome?" I asked, trying to get more out of him.

He chuckled.  "I D K," he shrugged, once again saying the actual letters instead of the words "I don't know."  "I had, well, still have a lot on my mind."

"That can affect your workout?" I asked, genuinely interested.  I've never really spent any real time working out myself, so I didn't know what it was like.  I was also super curious about what was on his mind, but it seemed like it could be private stuff and I didn't want to seem nosy and annoying.

"Yeah dude, it can be hard to focus when you're thinking of other things, especially if it's stuff that stresses you out.  And I'm not saying I'm stressed, I'm just using an example.  I could've focused harder on my muscles as I was lifting, but my mind kept going elsewhere."

"How does it help to focus on your muscles while lifting?" I asked.

He smiled at me, kindly.  "Well, it definitely helps when you work a specific muscle to focus on it, make it flex hard as you reach every contraction.  It maximizes the affect of the weight and strain you put on it."  And then he cocked an eyebrow at me.  "I take it you haven't spent much time in a gym, have ya?"

I looked away, a bit embarrassed.  He'll probably think I'm a weak loser, but I can't exactly hide the fact I'm not a gym-goer if I'm asking him these questions.  I hadn't considered the possible consequences of asking these questions.

"No dude, s-sorry," I sputtered out, still looking away.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, chuckling.  

"Oh!  Uh, I dunno," I replied, looking back at him, shrugging.  

"Come with me next time!  If you wanna learn more and workout, I'll help!" he exclaimed, a little excitedly.  

"How about I just watch, and try not to explode cum into my pants" I thought to myself.

"Right, I forgot you already asked me to come," I said, raising my hand to the back of my head.  "Wouldn't I just slow you down?"

"Nope!" 

"But--" and that's all I got out before he shoved me lightly in the chest.

"Stop overthinking things, dude.  Sometimes it pays to just do something.  So, come on!" he said, and pulled my arm, and me, to the counter since it was finally our turn to order food.  

"Man I just wanna see you workout" I thought to myself as I was stating my order to the dude behind the counter.  I wasn't even sure of what I was ordering; my mind had detached itself from my body.  I needed to make it known to Jolias that I wanted him.  That I wanted to date him.  That I wanted to kiss him so badly that I quivered in anticipation just thinking about it.  

But, love is hard.  It shouldn't be, but it is.  Friendships are hard, too, especially when they dance around the boundaries of love and sex.  I could have this amazing friend Jolias for the rest of my life if I keep my mouth shut and swallow my feelings.  If I admit my attraction to him, he might pull away and we could end up being total strangers to each other within a year.  Or, just maybe...

"Dude, you comin'?" Jolias called over to me as I stood like a fool just holding my tray of food, still at the cash register.  

Fuck.  I felt my face flush a little red as the heat spread across my cheeks.  Embarrassed for having zoned out, I didn't actually say anything and just swiftly walked towards Jolias as he stood there with a slightly amused expression.  

He kind of cocked his head to the side as I approached him, and just chuckled.

"W-what?" I said, accidentally stammering, failing to play it off like nothing happened there.

"Nothin' dude, you're just cute," he said, putting his tray down on one of the few empty tables in The Den.  He stopped moving for a moment as I was taking a seat, and it clicked in my brain that he'd just called me cute.  "I mean--" he started to say, but I cut him off.

"You think I'm cute?" I asked, using a tone I can't recall using before.  I needed an answer.  And, yeah, he told me I was cute at Denny's.  But, that seemed more like a reciprocation for having told him he was hot.  This time, it was unsolicited.  He just said it.  And it means he actually meant it.  It was like a confirmation I'd been hoping for but never thought I'd ever get.  

"Um, I mean..." he stuttered.  His face was turning a shade of red.  And fuck.  It was so cute.  Suddenly I realized our roles had been reversed.  At Denny's I was the one stuttering about how I thought he was hot.  Now it was his turn.  

I was actually seated in my chair, tray of food in front of me, but Jolias was still standing there, holding his backpack, his chair not even pulled out yet, and it was the first time I'd seen him behaving in a not-so-confident manner.  I couldn't help but smirk a little.  But then, in an instant, I saw Jolias's body relax as he calmly put his backpack down and pulled his chair out, and sat down.  A small smile creeped across his lips as he glanced at me and finally said "Dude I told you last night I thought you were cute."

I was totally shocked, as always, to see him take a situation in which I'd be a total wreck and turn it into another display of his self-confidence.  And he wasn't wrong.  He did say it last night, too.  But this time was different.

"Right, but this time..." I started to say but trailed off.  I was trying to keep the upper hand here but I was failing.

"This time what?" he said, giving me little time to reform my thoughts.  He was grinning, now.  

"This time you said it out of nowhere."

He paused and looked up for a second like he was thinking.

"Okay, I'll put it out there on the table now.  I think you're cute," he lowered his voice a little.  "And sexy."  My face went red again and I felt my jaw drop a little.  "And I can't stop wondering if we'd make a good couple."

Of course, I didn't have any way of knowing what he truly meant by make a good couple, but in my own mind I had my own version of that sentiment.  I wasn't sure we'd be a good couple because I thought I wasn't good enough for him.  But here he was, telling me he thought I was cute and sexy.

"Why wouldn't we make a good couple?" I asked, lowering my voice to match his.

He looked around again, like he thought we were being watched.  And for the second time in just a short span of time, I got to see Jolias display a level of uncertainty he'd never exhibited before.  It was odd to see his self-confidence so uncharacteristically low.

"I just...  I mean..." he started, and stuttered a little.  He kept fidgeting with his hands on the table.  And we each seemed to have forgotten we even had food as it grew colder on the table, completely ignored by us.  "There's a... thing... about me that I'm not sure you'd like."

"I'm sure that's false," I blurted out instantly, already overly confident that there couldn't possibly be a single thing about him I wouldn't like.

"Don't be so sure, dude," he said, almost in a whisper.  His smile was still there, but it was more subdued than I'd ever seen it, like he was super unsure if he should even still be sitting here.

I reached out and took one of his hands into my own and gripped it.  "Tell me what it is."  It was almost like the drop in his confidence made mine rise a little.  He didn't recoil his hand, either.  He let me hold it.

He closed his eyes. 

"Meet me in the bathroom."

"What?" 

"Just meet me in the bathroom," he repeated, pulling his hand out of mine.  He stood up, totally ignoring his food, and walked away, heading straight out of the dining area towards the bathroom.

I glanced down at my tray and felt my stomach grumble.  I sighed and scooted my chair away from the table and stood up.  "Guess lunch will have to wait," I thought to myself.  But then the butterflies settled into my stomach, replacing the hunger, as I started to realize there are only just a few rational reasons why a dude would ask me to meet him in the bathroom, as I walked towards the bathroom where I assume Jolias was now waiting.  

I gripped the handle of the bathroom door and attempted to turn it.  It was locked.  I jiggled it a little, which is obligatory.  I don't think anyone ever just tries a locked door handle just once.  I glanced around, and Jolias wasn't standing anywhere nearby, so he had to be the one inside.  But I hesitated to knock.  But before I could even settle on a decision, knock or don't knock, the door swung open just wide enough and a strong hand gripped my upper arm and pulled me inside.

I stumbled a little and as I regained my balance, I heard the door shut and the lock turn.  I turned around and saw him standing there, his back against the door, like he thought the lock wouldn't be enough and he needed to hold it shut.  He had an indifferent expression on his face.  His red eyes were focused, intense, like he was thinking hard about something.

"I need to see something," he simply stated, as he stepped away from the door towards me.  There was a mirror above the sink across from the single toilet in the room.  It wasn't a huge room, but it was large enough since it was equipped for handicap accessibility.  

"Something that requires the bathroom?" I asked, my voice shaky.  

"I wanted privacy.  Don't wanna get other people involved if I can help it," he stated, and reached up and started pulling down the zipper of his hoodie.  

"Wh-what?" I felt myself step backwards for some reason, like I was afraid he'd attack me.  "What are you doing?" I asked as I watched him unzip his hoodie in what seemed like an achingly slow manner.  

"Just..." he started to say something but stopped, and suddenly yanked the zipper all the way down in a swift motion.  As the hoodie was now separated down the middle, I could see he had on a tight garment underneath.  It looked like a wife-beater.  I saw abs poking through the thin fabric, and my mouth was already salivating.  He had abs!  And not the barely-there type.  They were showing through his fucking shirt!  My breath caught in my throat, and I could see him eyeing me, reading my reaction.  His eyes narrowed a bit, and I started to worry about what type of behaviors he was expecting from me.  Did he want me to be pleased?  Did he want me to be disgusted?  Was I supposed to simply be indifferent?  I had to strive for zero reaction because I didn't want to push him away.  I swallowed the drool I'd already accumulated and focused on keeping myself together.

He shrugged the hoodie off entirely in another swift motion and I was right.  It was a wife-beater underneath.  Black.  And form-fitting.  His delicious abs were poking through, and there were easily six bricks there.  And nice taut pecs were visible, along with his muscle-capped shoulders and toned arms.  The kind of arms you don't even need to see flexed to know they belonged to a dude who worked out.  He dropped his arms to his sides, holding the hoodie, letting it dangle.  My cock was growing again, and I was glad I still had it hidden by my own hoodie around my waist.  

"Wh-what are you trying to see?" I asked him, enjoying the sight before me.

He turned enough to hang his hoodie on the hook attached to the back of the door of the bathroom, and I got a glimpse of his lats as they flared a little.  

He then looked back at me, still with no real expression, and crossed his arms in an X front of him, gripping the bottom hem of his wife-beater and in one fluid motion pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the floor.

I literally heard myself gasp, and I couldn't help it.  I definitely couldn't stop it.  Jolias was standing there, shirtless, nothing covering his upper body any longer.  His hair was slightly disheveled now, but it didn't matter because he was hot as fuck.  The sun had nothing on him.  My cock was at full attention once again, thanks to Jolias, and he was a vision of pure beauty.  Sexiness.  Hotness.  He was incredible.  His body wasn't huge by any means, but his muscles were tight, toned, and he had muscular curves in all the right places.  And that six-pack was amazing.  He even had that adonis belt that made me want to jizz in my pants whenever I so much as looked at one.  And this one was attached to Jolias, the hottest guy I'd ever seen.

And in an instant, Jolias was across the small room.  His hand pressed me against the wall and then he put both hands against it, trapping me.  And now, with my back against the wall, his toned arms on either side of me, his face was mere inches from mine.  I heard our breathing, my heart thudding in my chest, and nothing else.  

We said nothing.  Jolias's eyes were intense, red, and they were like balls of fire in his head.  Bright.  

He finally broke the silence, "Check this out."  And he brought his right arm up into a bicep-flex.  And FUCK.  His arm tensed into a sexy ball of muscle that I couldn't have even imagined.  It was so defined and toned.  A small vein protruded from the top as he held the flex.  I couldn't move.  I was frozen.  I didn't know what kind of reaction would make him decide we were compatible, since that seemed to be the big question in his head.  But I couldn't hold it back any longer.  My desire was too great.  I needed to feel it.  So, I reached my hand up and gripped his ball of muscle and squeezed.  And it was hard as a rock.  Hot to the touch.  And then I saw the slight curve of a smile on his lips.  I took that to mean this is at least somewhat of a reaction he was looking for.  I prodded it with my fingers, squeezing and poking it, and it was so hard.  Hot, sexy, toned Jolias muscles finally revealed.  

I took a risk and used my other hand to run my fingers down his slight pecs and onto his abs, feeling the individual bricks of muscle he'd developed.  He didn't recoil.  In fact, his tiny smile only seemed to grow.

"Would you wanna see me get bigger?" he asked.

I was breathless.  FUCK yes I did.  But I promised myself that I'd do something specific the next time we were this close together.

I tilted my head forward and kissed him.  And his flexed arm fell along with the other one that was trapping me on my other side.  They fell and hung like wet noodles as I pressed my lips into his.  And my own hands reached up and gripped the back of his head, feeling his soft hair.  Running my fingers through his thick mane of beautiful hair, I held his head in place, enjoying the taste of his lips.  

"Mmmmm" I heard him groan, and suddenly his arms were around me, his firm muscles pressing against me.  I felt one hand on my ass and he squeezed it, and my own hands started to venture away from his soft hair.  I explored the expanse of his back, feeling even more muscles back there that he'd grown.  His whole body was tight and hard and oh-so-sexy.

My hard cock was pressed against his body now, and it was throbbing intensely.  I was certain I could cum just from the friction against his body.  But then I noticed something hard poking me back down there.

I reached down and gripped his cock for the first time.  "Mmmm" I moaned into his mouth, our lips still locked.  It would have been "Wow," but I couldn't speak and I wasn't about to break this amazing kiss.  His cock was thick and hard as steel.

His arms tightened around me, and he squeezed me against his body, his tongue dancing within my mouth, wrestling my own tongue.  I squeezed his hard dick again, and I could swear it felt bigger and harder.  And I felt his whole body shudder against me, and suddenly it felt like my head was tilting upwards a bit to keep my lips locked with his.  He must've been standing on his toes.

And then he pulled his lips off mine, his eyes closed.  His head was tilted back, "Uunngh" he grunted, and I watched him somehow stand even taller, his previously shorter height now somehow greater than mine.  I looked down to check his feet, and they were flat on the ground.  My eyes widened, and I looked back up just in time for him to push himself away from me.

In a flash, I saw thicker pecs, wider shoulders, and even tighter abs, but only for an instant before Jolias suddenly turned around.  

"I-- I'm sorry!" he gasped loudly, bending down to grab his beater and practically tore his hoodie as he pulled it off the hook on the door.  

"What--" I started to say but he didn't even try to put his clothes back on.  He unlocked the door and whipped it open and was gone.  The door clicked shut again and I was left standing there, staring at nothing but an empty bathroom.

I almost literally jumped across the room and opened the door to give chase, but he was already out of sight.  I saw people looking in the direction I'd only assume he'd gone, but I reconsidered the idea of running after him.  Probably not a good look to go chasing after a dude who just ran from a bathroom, shirtless.

I felt a little heartbroken, but at the same time, extremely interested in what just happened.  Was Jolias just taller than I realized?  Did he grow taller just now?  Or was I on some sort of hallucinogenic drugs?  Why did he run?  I was confused, to say the least.  I went back to the table we'd taken in the dining area and his backpack was still there.  As were our trays of untouched, now cold, food.

If he wanted to already break off a relationship that never even truly got a chance to happen, he'd have to come to me to get his shit.

***

I didn't expect that.  He kissed me.  And it was so hot.  I was definitely getting the impression he'd be into my body.  And I was right.  He likes my muscles.  But he fucking kissed me.  I want him so bad.  He fucking kissed me!  I didn't fucking plan for that!  I was about to let myself loose, and I didn't even realize it 'til it was already starting.

I had to run.  I had no choice.  But now I have to deal with the fallout somehow.  

How would I explain this to him?  And he never answered me.  I still don't know if he'd like me bigger.

[MadMutter]

Oh. My. God. 
I LOVED this! Such tension. The way you slowly build up the heat and then just before they burn themselves you take the pot off the stove and leave us there with our jaw on the ground.

This is really grand, i am so, SO pumped for the next part. You're outdoing yourself!

[pasidious]

@MadMutter I am so glad you approve.  If you feel I am doing your OC justice, then I am happy.

[Azerreza]

1 hour ago, MadMutter said:

Oh. My. God. 
I LOVED this! Such tension. The way you slowly build up the heat and then just before they burn themselves you take the pot off the stove and leave us there with our jaw on the ground.

This is really grand, i am so, SO pumped for the next part. You're outdoing yourself!

So much to agree with you! Cute, true love and in same so HOT !

I will answer the same thing again but... I FUCKING loved this part. A masterpiece, really!!!

It's not for nothing that you are one of my favorite authors! Thanks @pasidious
really thanks !!

[WrestlejockCT]

That was worth the wait! Damn! Keep em coming! 

[MuscleChestLove]

Omg what a fantastic chapter may the next on be even better, so hot and the build up is really good so it seems like the next ones going to be even better☺ extremely hot

[Kamaswami]

I'm really enjoying this, your pacing is great. I can't wait for the next installment!

[Ro20316]

Oh Jolias, Dont you see he is not scared of you??

[pasidious]

30 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Oh Jolias, Dont you see he is not scared of you??

Heh Jolias has his own insecurities that he hides pretty well.  The irony is that in spite of his immense hidden strength, he’s more afraid of Mike than Mike is of him.

[Two]

Based on your other story featuring this character, I am greatly looking forward to the moment foreshadowed in your story's title. Keep up the good work.