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(Author Note: Hi there! I’d love to keep the bolds in the names that separate the points of view like “River” and “Dustin” and would also love the italics to be maintained in the formatting! Thanks so much!)
Copyright © 2020 by M.J. Moréo
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After what felt like years of jumping through hoops, applying to schools, and being rejected for horrible grades, Dustin had finally found a school that would accept him. He initially applied to the University that was 50 miles away, but the University suggested a community college whose credits would transfer smoothly too.
“We see this all the time and it’s really no big deal. Apply to Lake Stanfield Community College and get a few semesters of required credits in, but check online just to be sure they’ll transfer.” said the admission counselor. That is exactly what Dustin would do and suddenly, his plan to go back to school was moving in full force.
He just had to tell his father.
“Dad,” Dustin began, feeling like a child rather than a 36-year-old man. “I-I need to discuss something with you.”
“What is it, Dustin? Are you OK?” Marius’ concern was clear, even over the phone.
“Yeah, Dad. I’m fine, I just needed to make sure you weren’t in the middle of work or something because this is, kind of, important to me.”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
Dustin exhaled. His stomach felt like it was continuously dropping to nowhere.
“I know this may seem out of the blue, but I’ve decided I want to go back to school to pursue my own passions.”
A long pause fell between them, causing Dustin to bite his nails.
‘God, Dad! Say something!’
“That is wonderful, Dustin.” Marius was supportive, still, Dustin couldn’t help but note the twinge of sadness in his voice.
“Of course, the company will always be here for you, no matter what.”
River
There was something about him that just felt bigger. The way he beamed and carried himself made everyone take note of him. I could practically hear all the townies in the classroom thinking, ‘Oh boy, you’re not from around here.’
The bright blonde who had just walked in had a chiseled face. His cheekbones could slice through diamonds and his eyes were the brightest hue of vibrant blues, even across the room they felt like they pierced me. He wore a simple long-sleeve white tee with blue jeans, and while anyone around here could wear those too, his just looked expensive and pristine.
People around here rarely wore that kind of expensive stuff in the first place. Even if we could afford it and had those kinds of stores around here, most of us live on dirt roads – just getting to the car has the potential to get our clothes ruined.
Needless to say, everyone could tell, this guy was new. He was incredibly attractive, with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his bright watch shining on his wrist. His torso was slender under his tight shirt as he moved to shake the teacher’s hand.
“Are you Dustin… Uh,” Mr. Hope looked at his clipboard. “Garn-yer?”
“That’s me,” said Dustin, with a large handsome smile that spread from cheek to cheek exposing his immaculate teeth.
He didn’t bother correcting Mr. Hope’s pronunciation of his last name.
‘Yikes, don’t look so thrilled guy. Everyone around here will eat you alive.’
“OK, Dustin, uh… Please. Have a seat, anywhere you like.”
Everyone’s heads swiveled frantically, as we all looked around for open seats. Of course, the only open seats were in the back, next to me.
‘Don’t sit next to me, don’t sit next to me, don’t sit next to me.’
I watched the man’s blue eyes scan the room and land on me. He smiled and moved toward the back row.
‘Well, there goes any chance I had of being alone and mildly relaxed in this class.’
Mr. Hope continued setting up as the students resumed speaking amongst themselves. The man, whose name I knew to be Dustin, sat down as a waft of expensive cologne filled my nostrils.
‘Fuck, he smells good. Not overwhelming. Just enough.’
I could feel my body tense, trying my best not to look him in the eye. I knew if I looked Bostancı Fetiş Escort him in the eye, he would talk to me and if he talked to me, then my heart would race and I would likely spend the next three days obsessing over if every little thing I said was funny or cool enough.
Instead, I’d rather awkwardly tap my pencil on my notebook and stare forward. Nothing to worry about there.
Thankfully, Stephanie, the beautiful blonde woman who sat directly in front of us turned around and stared at the man. Stephanie was one of those women who, like Gil, also got along with everyone.
I silently thanked a higher power that she was about to start a conversation with the guy.
“How old are you?” asked Stephanie, without even saying hello. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. If Dustin hadn’t already gotten a crash course on Lake Stanfield, he was about to get one.
“I’m 36, how old are you?”
‘It’s at least nice to know I’m not the only 30-something in here.’
“I’m 22. You look rich.” Stephanie began. “Logic tells me that if you’re rich, that means you probably have a career. Assuming you have a career, you may already have a degree. I think you understand where I’m going. Why are you here? Just curious.”
Stephanie’s tone wasn’t mean, in fact, it was the opposite. She was being extra gentle with her line of questioning, despite it being so aggressive and invasive.
I watched Dustin lean forward and I had to tear my eyes away from staring at his jaw.
“Maybe I have rich parents,” Dustin whispered with a charming smile.
“Do you?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe you’re right and I already have a career and I wanted to do something different with my life.”
“Oh, a hot and mysterious new guy. That’ll spice this year right up. I’m Stephanie.”
“Dustin,”
Stephanie smiled, catching my eye.
“That’s River. He’s old too, but he’s shy and probably won’t talk to you. It’s not because he’s mean or anything. He just takes a minute to warm up to new people.” Stephanie spoke quickly before she could catch my wrath.
Before Dustin could turn to talk to me, Mr. Hope began his lesson, dimming the lights.
Between taking notes and barely focusing on the syllabus Mr. Hope projected in front of us, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly aware of Dustin’s movements at all times.
Any sniff he made or any time his foot tapped the floor out of boredom – I couldn’t tear my focus away from him even though I desperately needed too. I couldn’t afford to fail a class because of a distraction.
‘Chill, River. We’re just going over the syllabus. No one pays attention to this anyway.’
When I heard Dustin gently tearing the corner of a sheet of paper, I knew what he was doing. He slid the note over to my desk and I noticed how attractive his hands are. How can hands be hot?
‘How old are you?’ Read the note.
’30 🙁 ‘ I scribbled back, sliding it back to him, hoping he wouldn’t reply.
If he did, how was I going to end the conversation? I didn’t know how to politely say, I need to pay attention in class.
‘Nice to know I’m not the only old person in here lol you don’t look 30’
‘Hey, 30’s are the new 20’s…You don’t look 36’ I wrote back.
I wasn’t being polite at that point. He didn’t look 36 – whatever that means. Maybe it was his sense of style or the way he carried himself – maybe it was just amazing genetics – but Dustin had the air of someone maybe 10 years younger than himself.
I inhaled deeply, doing my best to return my focus to the projection and not to Dustin, but when Mr. Hope’s voice droned on about how each homework assignment was ten percent of our grade, my mind drifted.
Dustin slowly peeled his tight shirt off, revealing underneath, everything I imagined his torso to be. His pecs were large and glistening as his waist narrowed, decorated with defined abs and his hips created a V, leading down into his pants. I imagined what those muscles looked like as his hips rolled.
He wasn’t too muscular. He was somewhere between toned and buff. He was the perfect amount. I imagined sitting on his lap, grinding my own hips into his as our foreheads pressed together. His expensive cologne filled my nostrils as his head lolled back, revealing his thick neck underneath a defined jaw. I wanted to press my lips to that jaw. I wanted to feel the curve on my lips, giving him goosebumps all over.
I wanted to feel his hardness pressed against me, and grind all over him, making him about to burst before he could even get his pants off.
BING. BING. BING.
The bell rang, tearing me from my daydream and signaling the end of class. Quickly, I grabbed all my books and bookbag, without even attempting to be organized, I ran straight out of class. I needed to clear my head. I needed to be as far from the distraction as I could. I hadn’t even realized that I had completely forgotten Bostancı Gecelik Escort to grab a syllabus.
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I was doing my best to get Dustin out of my head all day, but unfortunately, I had nothing to keep me occupied until work. I did everything from reading, to exercise, to cleaning the house, but I had a hard time feeling normal until I resumed my scheduled shift at the gas station.
When the sun went down and I pressed the metal bar across the door, the bell binged, signaling to my brain that I was officially at work. For some reason, even sitting in my car outside the gas station, I could somehow still escape the idea that I was at work. It’s almost like, I could still escape if I wanted.
All I would have to do is drive away and never come back. But of course, I never did that. Instead, I’d take a deep breath and walk as slowly as I could into the building, only to be met with Ben, my night shift co-worker saying, “Morning shift didn’t do shit.”
Ben never says hello to me because he doesn’t like me. After I began transitioning, he told me he didn’t get it and doesn’t agree with it, which is fine with me because he doesn’t cause me much trouble other than being rude occasionally. I can handle that.
Sometimes that thought gets me down, but then I’m kind of thankful that he’s upfront about it. It’s the people that hold it in and put on the mask that really scare me.
Either way, we work well together because we don’t interact much. We just get our work done, which makes management happy. After I mop the floors, clean the windows, machines, and bathrooms, I sit with Ben behind the front counter while he man’s the cash register and I do homework or read.
It’s a little deal we struck when we started working together. If I clean the whole place then he can just chill at the cash register. I don’t have to deal with people and he doesn’t have to deal with cleaning. For some, it’s not a fair trade but it works for me.
“School started?” Ben’s voice boomed as I pulled up my chair to the counter.
“Yes, sir.”
Headlights beamed through the window as Ben scoffed, putting down his phone and doing his best to look alive, even though it was 2:30 A.M. and looking alive wasn’t incredibly natural for him.
“Great, this fuckin’ douchebag again,” said Ben as we heard a car door close.
I looked at Ben with concern.
“Who?” I asked.
“Some new guy in town, I dunno. Saw ‘im last night -“
The door binged, cutting off Ben’s thought.
“Hello!” said Ben in his best customer service voice.
No response.
I continued working on my homework for my Creative Writing class. My nose was deep in my books when the customer put an expensive bottle of vodka on the counter and asked for $30 to be put on pump 3.
I froze when I heard the man’s voice. My pen ceased scribbling and my eyes barely blinked.
I desperately wanted to turn around to confirm it was him, but if I did, I knew he’d try to talk to me. Still, damn curiosity overwhelmed me.
“Hey… You’re… River, right? You’re in my English class.” Dustin stood on the opposite side of the counter with an eager expression as I looked over my shoulder.
‘I did it to myself,’ I thought. ‘At least I get to see that sexy body again. I wonder why Ben of all people, thinks he’s a douchebag.’
“Hey, yeah. You’re Dustin, right?”
“You know this guy, Foster?” said Ben.
“Um, kind of -“
“I’ll let you deal with him then,” Ben said, running to the back faster than I had ever seen him move.
If it were coming from anyone else, I would have thought this behavior was odd, but Ben got away whenever he could. He just hated working and clearly, wasn’t fond of Dustin.
“Can I see your ID?” I asked.
“I don’t look over 21?” Dustin laughed, reaching in his wallet and retrieving his ID.
“Can’t take any chances,”
‘Of course, he’s even hot in his ID photo. No one should look hot in their ID.’
I handed him his ID and scanned his vodka in silence, mentally reprimanding myself for being so awkward.
‘Come on, be cool. Be. Cool!’
“So… You’re from New York City?” I said, without my voice shaking.
“Oh yeah,” Dustin said, perky as always. “Born and raised.”
“You must miss it. I can imagine New York is very different than Lake Stanfield.”
“Big-time, people are different too. The only people I’ve met here are meth-head hillbilly townies, like, does anyone else come into this town, or is that all?” My stomach dropped and any semblance of a smile that might have been on my face was effectively wiped away as Dustin chuckled.
My mind instantly went to the number of friends I had lost to drugs and the help they couldn’t receive because of a lack of resources in this painfully small town.
How was someone supposed to get the help they need when it’s 45 minutes away, minimum and they didn’t Bostancı Genç Escort even have a car? And they didn’t have a car because they couldn’t get a job? And they couldn’t get a job because – my mind went to a dark time in my life. Anger bubbles inside me.
“What’s someone as cool as you doing here?”
“Born and raised,” I said, quietly.
Dustin’s face instantly grew beet red and his eyes were wide as saucers.
“Ssshhhit, I’m so sorry I-“
“It’s OK.”
‘No, wait. Is it OK? Shit, is it too late to take it back?’
“H-here’s your vodka,” I said before Dustin grabbed it and his credit card.
Our fingers touched for just a moment before he began backing away from the counter. My heart thumped hard. I wished the touch lasted longer, even if the dream boat did turn out to be a huge jerk.
“Right, thanks. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you in class?”
“Sounds good.”
“Good to see you again, River.”
The door binged and Dustin left. I couldn’t help but watch his plump butt in the grey sweatpants he wore as he walked to his car. I mindlessly rubbed the spot on my fingers where he had grazed. Even though my opinion of him had dropped severely, I wondered if he craved more of my touch, the way I craved more of his touch.
Sadly, it wasn’t hard for me to push Dustin out of my thoughts that night, after the disappointment from his comment.
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I had a weird feeling in my gut when I went to sleep that night, I couldn’t really tell if it was general anxiety or my body releasing the emotional inertia, but it did not feel good. I laid in my minimally blanketed bed, staring up at shapes that the shadows from my window formed on my ceiling.
Inhaling deeply, I did my best to release the weird feelings from the day, as my eyes fluttered closed. Finally, I was in darkness. Quiet, secluded, darkness. My mind drifted from things that made me happy, to things that made me anxious and back again. I laid, energetic, hoping, dreaming, wishing, and praying that tomorrow would be better.
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“I-I like when you watch me,” Dustin breathed.
His lips were glossy and shining, but I could hardly focus on them as he laid in bed, nearly naked.
One hand rested on his toned abs, rubbing small circles in his light blonde happy trail. The sexy line of hair was like an arrow, pointing toward the waistband of his skin-tight boxer briefs and he was so hard that my breath caught in my throat.
I could perfectly see the outline of his member, as a wet spot emerged from the precum.
“I like that you like me watching.”
I was sitting next to him on the bed, looking down at his bright blue eyes. The room felt dewy, like a light mist was about to fall and I could barely resist the urge to run my finger along that narrow jaw.
I wanted desperately to trace the lines of his neck as he looked me deeply in the eyes. I craved my touch on his skin, burning a trail in his thoughts.
But I didn’t.
My insides clenched when he bit his lips.
“Do you want to keep going?” I asked.
Dustin nodded.
“Do it.”
My own breathing grew heavy as I watched his fingers slip under the elastic. His thumbs hooked over them as he pulled them down.
Dustin moved painfully slow, and I liked it. I wanted to take in every inch of his skin, memorizing his hip bones and the top of his thighs.
My breathing became deep as a moan emerged in my throat that I held in with great strength when I saw the base of his cock.
Still moving slowly, he revealed more and more to me. His blonde hair was trimmed, but still a bit unruly – which I liked – and just as his entire member was about to be revealed to me, my attention returned to his burning blue eyes.
Everything was black and white except those blue eyes, staring, burning into me. I almost wanted to look away, but at the same time, I rarely felt comfortable enough to hold anyone’s glance. In fact, I hadn’t felt the comfort and arousal I felt for Dustin in a very, very long time.
I saw his shoulder and bicep pumping out of the corner of my eye. Dustin’s skin glistened as his breathing shook.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, as our intense eye contact remained locked. Dustin nodded.
“It feels so good,” he whispered.
“Tell me everything.”
“You turn me on in ways I’ve never f-felt before.” His words shook as his pace quickened. “I want you so badly. I want you to want me.”
“Slow,” I breathed, allowing the pads of my finger to trail along with the dips of his abs.
His pace slowed as his muscles contracted and a small whimper escaped from deep within his throat.
“Will you tell me one of your fantasies? It doesn’t have to be with me-“
“Can it?” Dustin asked, receiving a nod, and small, embarrassed smile from me. “I have a fantasy where – where you take me out to the woods.”
“Faster,” I breathed, watching out of the corner of my eye as his biceps curled, moving to a quicker beat.
“Y-you take me out to the woods,” He whimpers. “And under the trees, I undress. I’m on all fours for you and I’m so fucking hard.”
I wasn’t even being touched but I felt like I was on the verge of climax myself, listening to him, watching him.
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