4- Promises

Garett's pov

I think I've never done that much sexual activity but it was all worth it. I'm glad that I found him again. I was scared I wouldn't see him again.

When I saw him at the gay bar I was so relieved but at the same time, I wasn't. He was with another boy. For a moment there I knew what Amanda meant by a playboy.

I don't know why but I felt this tinge of jealousy, I knew I couldn't help but snatch him. I knew he wasn't mine but I wanted him for myself. Selfish I know.

I haven't felt this feeling in a long time due to my nonexistent love life thanks to my ex.

I don't know if it's a good thing I feel jealous over such a sex-appealing guy. Is it wrong to have thought that first night I was all his?

Regardless, I couldn't let all my efforts to find him go to waste. I saw a different side to him earlier. I thought he only acted that way with me but I was wrong.

Despite all of it, I shake off my shyness and approached him. I'm glad I did. At first, I didn't know why he was so reluctant to be with me but I think what made him fall to his knees was how I was dressed.

I'm glad I did. Like which guy resists that? Sex earlier was great with him. It only made me fall deeper in love with him. I only want to do it again. He makes me pleasure I definitely missed having. I want do an encore even if it's one-night stand.

It's not for any reasons one-night stands aren'f for me, I'm looking for love, a relationship to be honest.

Even if that's the case, I can't help but think about what's gonna happen afterwards. Will I see him again? I hope so yes.

Then, I remember that my dad said if he really wasn't screwing with me he'll do more than just sex. I know he didn't but...I just can't help but want more!

Those last two nights were the best sex I've had in my entire life!

Though, I really want to know who he is. I want more...If only I wasn't so shy I could make a move...Wait, that's it that's what I'll do!

The moment I think about doing it I realize he's slowly falling asleep.

"Don't fall asleep.."

"Why? You're hoping to go another round? I thought you can't do it anymore?"

"No, it's not that.."

"Then what? If it's nothing go to sleep."

"What's your name?"

He seems confused at first then puzzled. What is taking him so long to think? It's only his name?

"Why do you want to know that?"

"You already know my name."

"Yeah...but it's not like it's important."

"Why not?"

"Because...argh, stop pestering me with that!"

"But I only want to know your name..."

"Why through? Why do you want to know that bad? It won't change anything."

"Yes, it will!" At this point, I feel like I want to cry. Why do I always get so emotional so fast?

"Woah...don't cry..."

"You can see...?"

"It may be dark but I can sense it."

"Mm..."

"Look...I didn't mean to make you cry. Will it really make you happy if I tell you my name?"

"Yes..."

"You sure? It's pretty boring."

"Yes"

"It's...Brandon..."

"It's your real name?"

"Yes, it is.."

"I'll call you...Bran"

"Bran?"

"Just like you call me Rett."

"Yeah...fine."

He's ready to go to bed but I get this strong determined urge to not let him sleep. I'm scared I won't see him again. He might leave like last time.

I can't help but think about my past relationship and how it ended. I wasn't good enough for my ex but I surely want to be good enough for Brandon.

"Don't.."

"What now?" I come closer to him and I try to cuddle him but he stops me.

"Seriously, what do you want? You have my name no? Isn't that enough for you?"

"No.."

"I don't get it. Why do you so desperately want to know things about me?"

"Because I want to get to know you."

"I thought you only wanted a good time."

"No.."

"No? Argh...so annoying..."

"Annoying...?"

"Never mind that. If you don't want to have sex with me, get out then. I don't even know why you're still here."

"No"

"What do you mean no? I don't want you here no more."

"But I want to be here," I say convinced.

"Then, why aren't you doing anything?"

"Because I don't want to do it right now."

"Then leave. No reason for you to sleep here if you don't want that."

"Are you kicking me out? It's midnight?"

"Yes, I am."

"I don't want to."

"Since when are you so stubborn?"

"Since now."

"Argh, what will it take for you to leave?"

"Your number..."

"My number...?"

"Yes..."

"What for? You don't need my phone number."

"I want to see you again."

"Huh? Where is this coming from? We only had fun and you got to have your fun too. Unless you want to have some fun again then I don't see why."

"It's that the only thing you think about?"

"What?"

"Do you only care about sex?"

"What no?"

"That's not what it seems like."

"Wow...you're criticizing me on top of that. Get out!" He yells out.

"I won't. It's too late besides I want your phone number."

"You're such a pain. Are you always like that? You weren't like that earlier."

"And are you always so heartless?'' I say upset. That seems to surprise him.

"What? How can you say I'm heartless? You don't know me."

"Then, you don't get to criticize me either."

"Fine, I won't anymore."

"Your phone number.."

"You haven't forgotten about that? Seriously?"

"I still want it."

"You won't budge till I give it to you am I right?"

"Yeah.."

"Get off of me." I listen to him and distance myself from him.

"If I give you my phone number. Will you stop bothering me?"

"Um.."

"I'm guessing you won't. You're planning to call me."

"Um..yes.."

"Why Rett? Why? We had fun and now it's in the past. You don't need me no more."

"I need you."

"I've only known you for less than 2 days. You can't know that."

"I know...but I want to see you again."

"For what? The same thing as tonight? Doesn't it get boring doing it with the same person?''

"Do you even care about me?"

"What? Where is this coming from?"

"So, that is a yes..."

"Why are you even here in the first place?"

"You already know."

"What are you gaining out of this?"

"The opportunity to see you again." He seems stunned to hear that.

"You want to see me again that bad?"

"Yes"

"So you liked it that much?" I get embarrassed by hearing that.

"Um..yes.."

"Everyone does."

"What do you mean by that?" He silently cusses.

"Forget about what I just said."

"I don't get it.."

"What don't you understand?"

"Is this your kind of thing?"

"I mean sex is life." I don't like this answer...I fear what comes next.

"Are you a playboy..?"

Yet again he's completely stunned to hear that. He remains silent for a short while before finally answering.

"What makes you think that?"

"I saw you with that guy.."

"Yes and?"

"Well, I assumed.."

"You assumed I'm a fuck boy?"

"Well yes.."

"I guess it's not your thing. Do you got a problem with that?" My deepest fear came true. What do I do with the fact he's a playboy?  I don't want him to be like that...

"N..No.."

"Sure you do, you're stuttering."

"Why are you..?"

"Getting personal here so late?"

"Yeah.."

"You can't understand. It's a young thing."

"I was your age at some point and I wasn't a playboy."

"Figures. You're not the type to do that."

"How old are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"I want to know.."

"Younger than you."

"I already know that!"

"In my early twenties."

"How early? Done with college?"

"Enough with those questions."

"But.."

"I know you're curious but we should go to sleep now. It's late."

"It's only midnight."

"Apparently, it's too late for you to leave so yes it's late." I fake a pout. I hope that'll make him give up on going to sleep.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"A little."

"Then, go to bed."

"No...not until you give me your number."

"Stubborn..." He mumbles.

"I heard that."

"It's that gonna make you want to sleep?"

"Yes"

"Fine...I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"No now"

"Why?" At first, I'm hesitant to tell him why but I change my mind at the mere idea he's tricking me.

"Because you'll leave me all alone."

"Argh, fine. Give me your phone."

I search for my phone and I give it to him. He takes my phone and he types his number. I watch him to make sure he does it.

"There it's there. Now are you happy now?"

"Very happy."

"Glad to hear that. Now go to bed."

"Fine..."

I get in the bed and get closer to him. I try to cuddle him but he stops me yet again.

"No cuddles. I don't like it." How can he not like cuddles?! I'm disappointed to hear that.

"Impossible" He tries to distance himself from me but I don't let him.

"You weren't this clingy last time." Because I don't know if I'll see you again. I better use it to my full potential.

"Mm...let me..."

"Fine.."

I move a little and I cuddle him. Cuddling him...it must be a dream come true! I'll never forget this! It feels so comforting to cuddle someone. Especially a guy like him!

Oh...yeah we are still naked...I can feel his cock on me...

Oh...what am I feeling? Is he getting hard? What? Because I'm cuddling him and that we're close to one another?

I decide to get myself occupied to distract myself from the feeling of his hard cock on my tight.

"So we are sleeping naked?"

"Well yeah. I like sleeping naked."

"Really...? Don't you get cold?"

"Sometimes but I'm used to it."

I can still feel his erect dick on my tight. Why isn't he doing anything? This is making me alarmed. Suddenly, I don't want to sleep right now. I'm no longer tired. My blood starts rushing on my lower part and instantly it goes hard. All that despite I came 4 times earlier.

"Brandon..." I wine at the feeling of both our hard dicks. We can't go sleeping like this.

"What?"

Is he not feeling this? Impossible...He must be feeling it. I move slightly to stroke a tad bit of my dick on his thighs. Sure enough, his breathing starts getting faster and racked. Oh, he loves this.

"Rett...what are you doing? I thought you had enough for tonight?"

"Um...you were hard first!"

"That's true..."

Suddenly, it becomes silent between us. Ugh, the feeling of our dicks in each other's tights...

"Brandon..." I moan and I can tell that makes him alarmed.

"Oh stop it, we won't sleep if you do that."

"What if I don't want to right now?"

"Ugh, Rett you're killing me here.."

"Then...that makes me happy."

"Happy? You said you were done for tonight but instead, you get hard."

"It's not my fault when I feel your erected dick on my tight!"

"Don't mind that...it happens sometimes."

"Sometimes? You have....pretty good stamina."

"It must be a young age."

"Yeah..."

"Look, aren't you gonna sleep at all? You're lucky I let you sleep here." His cock suggests otherwise.

"No... I can't with our dicks like that.."

"That's your fault for wanting to cuddle."

"I didn't think that would happen! I usually have clothes on!"

"Look, how about we stroke our dicks in each other's presence?"

"No..that won't be enough.."

"Not enough? I thought you had enough."

"I...I want to suck you off."

"Again?"

"I want you to come in my mouth," I admit honestly.

"Oh gosh...I can't say no to that.."

I take it as a signal to do so. I get out of his grasp and get under the covers. I've never done this before...oh his dick. Wow, it's still as hard as a stick as it first was the first time we did it. How many times will it take before he doesn't get hard like that? Am I that desirable? I love the thought of that.

"What's taking so long? Go on."

"Get under the covers."

"What?"

"I want you to...to...stroke my dick...a hand job.."

"Really?"

"Yes..."

He gets under the covers and he has a smirk spread on his face.

That's when I decide to take his balls in my mouth and he groans.

After I do so, he takes my balls in his hands and strokes them at a rapid pace.

I take all of it in my mouth and almost gag but I suck him off. He groans and I moan at the feeling of my dick being meddled.

The only sounds in the room are our moans and groans, also our breathless breath.

Gosh, I've never done this before but it's so exciting!

We continue at our pace and he comes in my mouth faster than I thought with still a big load. Damn, he still has that much load?

I swallow it all and he groans with pleasure.

It takes a few more minutes and I come a pathetic load on him.

We both smile at each other spent and breathless.

We get out from under the covers.

"That was wow..." I admit. He chuckles.

"I'm glad you did but f**k that was so hot what you did there!" I smile and blush.

"Thanks..."

"But as much as that was good, we need to sleep. I think it would be safer if you put on some clothes."

"I don't want to put my day clothes to sleep."

"Then, I'll just share some clothes of mine." I blush at the idea.

He gets up from the bed still naked and goes to his drawers. Oh god...he's still naked. While he does, his ass is in my direction. Why does he have that much sex appeal? I don't want to get hard again!

He picks a shirt that might be a bit too big on me and some briefs.

"Is that fine? I don't have any pyjamas so..."

"Yes, it's fine." I smile softly.

He gets back into the bed and gives me the shirt as well as the briefs. I turn around and hide myself in fear he'll get hard again too.

I put in the shirt and put on the briefs too.

I go back up in the bed underneath the cover.

"Too big?"

"Kinda but it's fine for tonight."

"Ok"

"Are you gonna sleep naked?"

"Yeah like I said I always sleep naked."

"Ok...Can I cuddle you...again?" He looks displeased but still accepts.

"Fine.."

I cuddle him and I feel the warmth from him. Then. I remember the next day that I might not see him again.

"Are you going to be there when I wake up?" He remains silent and he doesn't answer me.
He can't even promise me that?

Instead, he tries to fall asleep. Deep down I promise myself that I'll definitely take advantage of his number and find a way to make tonight happen again. Even if I don't know if it will.

Anyways, it might not be the answer I wanted but at least I get to be in his arms right now.

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It's been a few days since then and I can't help but want to see him again. I..miss him I guess?

Ever since he gave me his phone number, I've tried to text him. I didn't ask to meet during the week as I was busy with work.

What I don't understand is that he hasn't answered any of my texts. It says he reads them...What does it mean?! Should I be worried about it?

He gave me his number...I hope it's not just because I wanted it... I invited him to go to a cafe on Saturday but he hasn't responded. I'm scared what should I do?

Is he really a player as he said he was or is he just busy? It's still a weekday after all...I don't know if I should ask for Amanda's help. After all, she'll sure say he doesn't care about me.

I don't want to think that. I still believe in him. I felt it when we did it. We had a connection. He can't deny it, we just felt perfect together. Hmm, I really don't know what to do...I don't know what he likes...Is it because he thinks I'm too old? As if on cue I receive a text from him.

Brandon: Stop bothering me. It was only a one-time thing between us. You were lucky you got to do it twice. Don't think I'd want to see you again.

Immediately, my heart breaks into millions of pieces and I feel like I want to cry... What did I do wrong?