Roman - Part 2

All characters involved in sexual scenes are 18+

We stared into each other's eyes. If Roman's question hadn't been so crushing, one would have been forgiven for thinking that our gaze was rather romantic.

I felt numb for a moment, as though my ability to think rationally had just been ripped from my body. It wasn't just the fact that this beautiful young man had seemingly pulled apart the shield that I had been building since I was thirteen years old, it was the way in which he asked the question.

I didn't know him. He didn't know me. Yet I was being forced to confront a question that, if answered incorrectly, could quite literally be life threatening. Maybe I was being dramatic, but how many stories had I heard of innocent gay guys being attacked or worse, simply because of their sexuality?

The laugh that I forced was pathetic, even by my standards. It certainly wasn't convincing either of us, and as the usual script left my mouth, it did so leaving a bitter taste.

"I'm not gay" I scoffed, cheeks red and body tense, "what the fuck would make you think that?"

Roman's expression didn't change. It was calm and cool, unwavering in the face of a complete lie, but closeted gays are the best liars, so perhaps I had fooled him.

"Just a hunch" he smiled, and turned back toward the spectacular view which had now darkened under the inky night sky.

I let out a silent sigh of relief. It wasn't the first time I'd been asked the crushing question, and it wouldn't be the last time, but it was certainly the strangest.

Roman pulled his t-shirt back on after a while and the two of us headed back toward the town. Trying to keep up conversation after that was difficult, but he appeared to be quite skilled at it, so there were hardly any awkward silences.

"Have you lived here long?" He asked as we strolled back through the quiet street.

"Forever. My folks moved here before I was born"

"That must be nice" he nodded, "we moved around quite a lot".

"Nice?" I half laughed, "this is the most boring place in the world. I'd give anything to move around".

"No, you wouldn't" he smiled, "trust me".

By the time we reached home, Roman had asked me a ton of questions about myself, but didn't speak much about his own life. I didn't pry, either. Unlike some people, I didn't tend to ask personal questions right off the bat.

"Thanks for today" he said as we reached my front yard, "nobody's ever given me a tour before".

The handsome young man was standing inches from me now, looking down slightly with a soft warm smile on his face. Even looking at him gave me butterflies.

"No sweat" I shrugged, trying to act composed, "I guess I'll see you around".

He didn't answer me. His eyes remained on mine, staring into my soul in a way that I'd never experienced before. It wasn't threatening or uncomfortable. In fact, it sent a calmness through my body and I held the gaze.

"Goodnight David" he said after almost a minute, and Roman turned on his heel and walked back toward his house.

"Goodnight Roman" I whispered to myself.

"David's gay, David's gay, David's gay".

My eyes flickered open as the bed bounced up and down around me. It wasn't the most delightful way to wake up, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming.

"David's gay, David's gay, David's gay".

The words were like razor wire, and when I finally came to, I realised that they were coming from Alex. My little brother was jumping on my bed, chanting the terrible truth at me and for a moment I simply gawped at him.

Was it a dream? A horrible nightmare that I was paralysed in? My question was answered when I grabbed his ankle and yanked him onto his back. He yelped, the wind knocked from him and the vile accusations ceasing.

"What did you just say?!" I snarled, grabbing him by the collar of his pyjama top. His eyes began to fill instantly.

As much as he irritated me, I didn't like to see my brother upset, but this was too serious to let go. I jumped out of the bed and took him with me, and when I asked him again, tears fell down his cheeks and his bottom lip quivered.

"M... Mom and dad" he cried, "they said it, not me".

My eyes widened and my heart raced. Why was this happening to me? Why was everything crumbling down around me?

I released Alex who immediately began to bawl as he ran from the bedroom and down the stairs. I sat down on the bed with my head in my hands and felt like doing the same.

After a few agonising minutes I heard the soft knock on my bedroom door, and wanted nothing more than to disappear into the floor.

"What?" I asked coldly, and when the door opened, my dad walked inside.

He didn't say anything at first. His eyes scanned the bedroom and he walked over to the trophy case that hadn't been added to since I was thirteen. He picked one up and smiled at it.

"I remember when you won this" he said, holding it up, "fastest lap of the year".

I remembered it too, but I stayed silent.

"And this" he continued, "you won the butterfly and the breaststroke in the same day".

I tried not to think about the trophies anymore. If I had my way, I'd have thrown them in the trash a long time ago.

"Your mom and I were so proud of you back then" he said, setting the trophy back down and sitting on Alex's bed opposite me, "and we've been proud of you every single day since, and every single day prior".

My dad reached forward and took my two hands in his large ones. For a guy who looked like such a hard ass, he was incredibly sweet, too.

"I'm sorry that Alex overheard our conversation this morning. That wasn't either of our intention. Your mom worries, you know what she's like. She sees her friends kids meeting girls and going on dates, and she worries because she doesn't want you to be alone".

"So you think I'm g... G..." I couldn't even say the word.

"We don't think anything, son" he said, squeezing my hands, "we considered that it might be a possibility, and we tried to work out where we went wrong if our own son isn't comfortable enough to tell us that".

As difficult as it was, I looked into my dad's eyes and for the first time since Alex was born, I saw tears.

"We don't care if you're straight or gay or anything in between, or neither, or both" he told me, "as long as you're happy, that is all that matters to us".

He stood up now and pulled me up with him.

"You don't have to tell me" he whispered, and wiped a tear from my cheek that I hadn't even felt, "you don't have to tell anybody, but if you ever want to, know that your mom and I will always love you. Always".

My dad pulled me into a strong hug and held me there for a while. We'd always been close, and I guess I didn't really have a reason not to tell them, but my secret had become so deep that I rarely even admitted it to myself anymore. When he let me go he smiled and rustled my hair.

"And apologise to your brother" he said, with an air of authority, "he idolises you, and he's downstairs bawling because he thinks he's upset you".

I nodded and wiped my nose on the back of my sleeve as my dad walked back toward the door.

"And son" he added, glancing back at me, "why don't you invite your new friend over for pizza tonight? Alex hasn't shut up about him since he called over yesterday".

I laughed and dried my eyes as I nodded.

"Thanks dad".

"Hey Mike" I said as Roman's dad opened the door and beamed at me.

"David, it's nice to see you with clothes on. You're looking for Roman I take it?"

I nodded and felt my cheeks turn red.

"C'mon in, he's in the shower".

I stepped into the house which was still quite empty, as Mike turned in the wheelchair and rolled himself into the living room.

"I'd offer you a drink" he said, parking, "but I can't walk, so it's a kinda' self service situation in here".

"Oh, I'm okay, thanks" I half laughed, and Mike nodded as I sat down.

"Thanks for showing him around yesterday" he said, as my eyes landed on a photograph of Roman when he was about nine or ten, sitting on Mike's shoulders, with a very pretty blond woman next to them.

"Jennifer" he said, catching my stare, "Roman's mom. She died a year after that photo was taken".

"I'm sorry" I replied, "that's awful".

"He has good and bad days" Mike smiled sadly, "thankfully more good days as of late".

"And you?" I asked, and instantly felt like I'd overstepped. "Sorry, I just... I..."

Mike stared at me for a moment. I couldn't tell whether he was angry at me for asking such a personal question, but before I had the chance to find out, Roman appeared in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

If the young man had looked stunning yesterday, he was on another scale today. His dark hair was wet across his forehead. His muscular body dripped water, and every inch of him, right down to his toes, was as perfect as I had remembered.

"Hey, David" he grinned, and I couldn't help but steal a glance at the bulge under the white towel.

"H... Hey" I replied.

"I hope my dad's not giving you a hard time" he smirked.

"I might be in a wheelchair, son" Mike winked at me, "but I'd still whoop your ass".

Roman laughed, Mike smiled and I could instantly tell that the two of them had a very close bond.

"Come on" Roman said to me, "before my dad bores you to death".

I smiled politely at the man and felt the muscles in my face strain. It seemed that this house was full of smiles, which was strange considering what I'd just been told. Regardless, I followed the half naked heart throb up the stairs and into his bedroom. Just like the rest of the house, it was mostly bare apart from the bed and a few drawers.

"The last time we moved house, I didn't even get to finish unpacking" he told me, "so I'll live out of trash bags for the next few weeks".

My heart dropped as I looked around at the bags of clothes.

"D... Do you think you'll leave?" I asked him, trying to play it cool but hearing the disappointment in my own voice.

"Maybe" he shrugged, laying a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs on the bed, "unless I find a reason to stay" he added without turning back.

I watched in awe as Roman unhooked the towel from around his waist and let it fall to his feet. My eyes immediately landed on the two perfect globes that I'd seen yesterday, and instantly I became excited in all the right places.

"What are you wearing today?" He asked, grabbing the towel and scrubbing his hair with it as I continued to drool over his ass.

"Huh?"

"Well" he smiled, turning his head back toward me, "you said yesterday that all your boxers were in the laundry, are they still in the laundry?"

His smirk told me that he didn't believe me, and I realised that Roman was very good at picking out lies. My cheeks became flushed once more as I cleared my throat.

"Um... I uh... I don't..."

He laughed, and turned his entire body around before dropping the towel on the bed.

Before now, I didn't think that the perfect human existed. Yet here he was, standing naked in front of me, unbothered by the fact.

It was stunning. A splash of dark, neat pubic hair covered the top, and underneath, a long, thick pole of meat hung lazily over two plump balls. He was uncut, a strange yet mesmerising aspect.

"So?" He pressed, his eyes smiling at me, "are you some type of tighty whities collector or do your parents still buy your undies?"

"Um... I uh... I do own some boxers" I lied, "I just think these are more comfortable".

I couldn't take my eyes off his naked body, and I knew in that moment that he was fully aware of that fact. He stepped toward me and lifted my chin up until I was staring into his beautiful eyes once more.

"Good" he whispered, "I like them on you".