Chalk Butterfly: Part One (First Time Erotic Romance) (8 page)

He wanted to get to know the man, but
also…

Also, he just wanted him.

It was undeniable, the man was gorgeous. He
was the kind of classic beauty that resonated deeply somewhere
inside of Daniel, that made his eyes linger and his fingers itch.
Daniel had always thought of himself a controlled man, and not by
any means tempted to exert dominance or control, but how he wanted
to hold Alexander down. It frightened him.

Daniel tried to shake the thoughts away, but
he knew it was a futile attempt. Alexander’s eyes, lips, and
flushed cheeks would stay with him for a good long while. Even if
he did manage to push the young man’s visage from his mind, that
darling face would only become more vivid when Daniel saw it again
on Friday.

Daniel sighed and settled back onto his bed,
the blinds in the room drawn tight, not a streetlight daring to
penetrate the complete blackness.

He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts
of the beautiful young man, but it was impossible. Alexander's
shyness, his golden eyes, they only served to make him more
desirable.

How could such a beauty be so shy? Surely
he'd had lovers before. It would be a shame for someone so gorgeous
to go without the sensual touch of love.

Daniel was certain the young man was gay,
too. There was just something about how they interacted together
that let Daniel know that Alexander wasn't interested in women. No
straight man could look at Daniel the way Alexander did.

Daniel couldn't help but slide a hand down
his muscled stomach, hands toying closer and closer to the growing
erection in his boxers. He wanted to feel ashamed for thinking of
Alexander in that way, but it was impossible. The man might have
exuded innocence, but he also gave off intensely sensual vibes.

Daniel wanted to see if the beauty of
Alexander's face matched the rest of his lithe form. He could
almost imagine peeling the many layers of clothing off Alexander,
tenderly and slow at first, removing each glove and his heavy
jacket, and then tearing off the rest in barely restrained
hunger.

Daniel palmed his hardening cock through his
boxers, groaning as he thought about stripping Alexander bare-- his
pale skin would be smooth and luscious like fresh cream. He'd drink
Alexander up, show him things no man had ever shown him before. He
would kiss every inch of Alexander's body and make the man his.

He pretended Alexander was as innocent as he
appeared. This only made him harder and he had to release his cock
from the confines of his boxers. He moaned as his cock was set
free, and immediately began to stroke himself from his thick base
to sensitive, wet tip.

When had he last lusted after someone like
this? And it was more than lust for his body, it was lust for
everything that made him Alexander. Daniel only wanted to find out
more, every new bit of information made him want Alexander
more.

He picked up the pace on his erection,
moaning in pure pleasure as he pictured Alexander beneath him,
naked and panting. In his fantasy, Daniel wasn't even doing
anything that lascivious, just holding himself over Alexander's
delicate form, stroking his skin and soaking up the young man's
arousal.

He yearned for the young man, squeezing his
cock hard as he imagined the young man writhing beneath him,
neither of them touching. They would be so close, but without an
inch of skin meeting. He stroked himself faster and faster to the
thought of Alexander moaning at he gentle caress of Daniel's breath
on his throat.

“Oh god,” he moaned, hips arching.

He'd breathe hotly on Alexander's throat.
He'd lower his mouth and let his lips brush the petal soft
skin.

And then he'd open his mouth and devour
Alexander.

Daniel cried out, holding his cock as it
released his seed, the liquid pumping out hot and fast onto his
toned chest.

He could barely breathe through his
orgasm.

If just thinking about opening his mouth to
Alexander's skin provoked such an electric reaction in Daniel, what
would the real thing be like?

He sunk deep into his blankets and
groaned.

***

“You don’t look so good.”

“That’s because it’s six am, Eli,” Alexander
groaned, flopping down on the couch. His back ached and he winced
as the cushions brushed against his sensitive skin. He’d have to
wear a loose shirt today. “You know, you could have folded some of
these blankets.”

“I made apology tea and cleaned the
spaghetti sauce from the floor,” Elijah said with a large grin. He
padded into the kitchen, coming back with a steaming mug.
“There.”

“Thank you,” Alexander murmured, taking the
cup carefully. A quiet hiss escaped his mouth as his uncovered
hands made contact with the warm china.

Elijah frowned and sat down beside him,
batting a few pillows to the floor. Alexander gave him a look and
Elijah put his hands up in defense. “I also fed your cat and
cleaned his litter box, the unappreciative little rat.”

“Don’t be so cruel,” Alexander said through
a yawn.

“Alexander…” Elijah stared down at his
friend’s hands. “How are you?”

“Tired.” Alexander looked up at Elijah and
saw the concern in his friend’s eyes. “I’m fine, really.”

“Did you tell him?”

Alexander shook his head. “He’s calling me
again, tonight. Eli, I… I shouldn’t do this.”

“But you like him,” Elijah said, his brow
knitting together. “I thought you did.”

“It’s more complicated than that, and we
don’t have time to talk about it.”

“Of course we do, if something is bothering
you…”

Alexander stood, turning away from Elijah.
“You need to get back to your place, and I need to get ready for
work. Thanks for the tea and everything else, really.”

Elijah watched Alexander’s back for a few
moments, wondering what he could possibly say to his friend. He
couldn’t think of a single word, mostly because he didn’t
understand.

“I’ll see you later then,” Elijah said,
standing stiffly. Alexander nodded, and disappeared into his
room.

Elijah was left with a cup of cooling
tea.

***

That night Alexander curled up on the couch,
allowing Cat to hop up and stretch out beside him as he pulled a
thick afghan across his legs.

“Of course, yes, uh huh,” he mumbled into
the phone, watching the sun slide down below the horizon and the
lights come up in the city. He was on the phone with his mother,
having finally called her back after his supper that evening. She’d
called again while he was at work, and he knew there was no way he
could avoid returning the call. “I just ate, Mum. Yes, I took my
vitamins before work, I promise. Oh, I know, Mum. Yes, Mum.”

His mother was overly worried, as usual.
Ever since Alexander had moved away from home, which was a good
four years ago, she’d become nearly paranoid over his health. ‘With
good reason, too,’ Alexander thought, shivering slightly in the
cold of his apartment.

“No, mum, I’m not coming down with anything,
just a bit chilly. I’ll turn up the heat the moment I get off the
phone with you.”

She meant well, of course, but sometimes
Alexander wanted to handle things on his own. He’d moved away from
home, from a small town in Massachusetts to the big city, trying to
find some independence, some normality. Usually he felt nearly
there (though he counted on Elijah for a lot), but whenever his
mother came to visit or called, he felt like he was seven again,
depending on her for everything.

But such things weren’t on his mind that
evening, and his distraction wasn’t due to his usual exhaustion or
discomfort.

Daniel would be calling him soon, and
Alexander’s stomach fluttered just thinking about it. He was only
half listening to his mother, agreeing to her questions without
thought, and making approving noises in the back of his throat when
appropriate.

Of course it was only seven and Daniel said
he would call around ten, but Alexander was still anxious. He’d
never been much for phone conversations, he disliked the absence of
eyes and lips to draw understanding from. While talking with his
mother he never knew when she was really upset; she could easily
mask her deep concern. This had negative ramifications, as she’d
usually show up on his doorstep the next morning, worried out of
her mind because Alexander hadn’t been able to soothe her
unease.

Minutes crept by, and Alexander’s stomach
soon did somersaults. He’d spent the entire day in a stupor,
avoiding Elijah at all costs, not wishing to speak of his
conversation with Daniel the evening prior. His severe unease with
the situation was enough to draw his mind away from his sore hand,
which had developed quite a large blister on the soft palm.

Alexander zoned out again, slightly
comforted by the gentle hum of his mother’s voice over the line and
the gentle rise and fall of his cat’s belly.

When the phone beeped loudly at him, he
nearly jumped off the couch, his hand sliding down the armrest. His
soundly sleeping cat bolted up as well, fleeing in an annoyed
manner.

“Fuck!” he yelped, his hand burning. “No,
not you, Mum. No, just, please Mum, I’m fine. I just slipped.
That’s my call waiting. I’m sorry, no it’s alright. I’m gonna get
this quick, okay? It’s probably Eli and… Mum! I don’t think Eli’d
be happy with that. Mum, I’ve got to… okay, I’ll be right
back.”

Alexander pressed the talk button without a
thought, groaning in an annoyed fashion as his hand stung.

“This had better be good,” he said in
greeting, slouching back against the cushions.

“Now that, I can’t guarantee,” came the soft
rumble of Daniel’s voice.

Alexander bit back a surprised squeak. “No!”
he said sharply, already flushing like mad. The things the man did
to him. He scowled inwardly. “I didn’t mean you, I mean, I didn’t
know it was you. Daniel.”

“Alexander.” Daniel could hear the slight
panic in Alexander’s voice, and let his name roll out deeply,
soothingly.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” Alexander
said.

“I’m sorry, but I realized how rude I’d been
last night, calling you past your bedtime,” Daniel replied,
shifting slightly on his own couch. He was settled comfortably in
his living room, all the lights off.

“Oh,” Alexander said, pulling his feet in
closer to his body. “I’m not much for late nights. I’m glad you
called, but I…”

“Hmm?”

“Just give me a moment, I need to… I have
someone on the other line,” Alexander said.

“Do you want me to call back? I didn’t mean
to interrupt. I can call back.” But Daniel didn’t want to call back
at all, he didn’t want to get off the line with the soft spoken
young man.

“Well.” The idea did appeal to Alexander,
but he didn’t want to put off the conversation any longer than he
had to. “No, that’s fine. I… I was just wrapping up the
conversation. Give me moment?”

“Of course. But hurry back.”

Alexander couldn’t help but smile. “All
right,” he replied, waiting a beat, and changing lines. “Mum? No,
wasn’t Eli. Listen, I need to take this. Just a friend. Oh, no one,
Mum. We’ll talk about it later. Later. Muuuuum. I know. Thank you.
All right, I love you, too. Yes, tomorrow. I promise! Bye.”

One deep breath, and then…

“Hello?”

“That was quick.”

“Yeah, well,” Alexander said, not exactly
keen on bringing up his mother. “So you--”

“Was that Elijah?” Curiosity had gotten the
better of Daniel, and he had to ask. He needed to know exactly what
he was getting himself into.

“Elijah?” Alexander asked dumbly, and then a
thought struck him. Was Daniel jealous? “No, wasn’t Elijah,”
Alexander said. Daniel made a small noise in the back of his
throat. “Elijah is…”

“Elijah?” Daniel asked.

Alexander huffed indignantly. “Stop taking
words out of my mouth,” he said, finding himself smiling, though
quite accidentally, mind you.

“But you’re so quotable,” Daniel said. “So…
Elijah?”

“He’s a work colleague. My boss actually,”
Alexander said. He found himself enjoying their banter, but in
truth, the older man distracted him from his real intentions; to
put Daniel off him. “Anything else in particular you wanted to
know?”

“He answered your phone last night,” Daniel
said. He was attempting to step around the topic carefully as he
didn’t wish to offend Alexander.

“Oh, he just sleeps over,” Alexander said
offhandedly, not quite thinking. Once his brain caught up with his
mouth he was back to flushing and babbling. “But not like that, I
mean. We’re friends, and… it’s complicated. And he’s exceptionally
not gay, Daniel.”

“Alright, alright,” Daniel said, amused. “As
long as he’s exceptionally not gay, I think I can manage.”

“You must think I’m a complete dolt,”
Alexander murmured. He rested his head against the couch back and
sighed.