12

Nnamdi

Daniel slipped out from his jeans and hoodie, he said he wanted to be a perfect model for me, that he had seen on TVs how painters prefer drawing nude people, I wasn't all painters, I love it strange and difficult for anyone to just figure out the deeper message, but he concluded that I was being too boring.

Drawing him was a whole new stress, I knew how strict I had to be to make him sit still, he was just like a child, picking and throwing random stuffs, forgetting that he has a pose to maintain or even making conversations that I didn't want to have because I needed to make this painting perfect. He felt so relieved when I was done, sliding back into his clothes, clustering my back to see his painting.

" you are actually good at this " he was crowding me,

" you were underestimating me" I turned to watch him,

"I was not" he blinked " you are good at everything. I envy you"

he meant it, I saw it on his face. I smiled in an appreciative way, noting how he has changed in the last few days, he was calmer now and avoided my eyes a great deal. "Thanks" I didn't know if that was the proper thing to say. What exactly did he envy?, I will prefer to have his intimidating presence that people feared or his indifference,than being me.

Later we settled on the sofa to take the snacks and drinks he had brought, i swallowed mine fast, and dive on his own too and he didn't reject me but gave it out willingly, he looked thrilled watching me eating his own share. I drank every single coke from the bottle, still thirsty but he still had his beer, sipping it gently. He gave it out when he saw that I was looking at it, I gulped it down, now he was surprised

" I thought you don't take things like beer?"

" you assumed rubbish" I was furious, he smiled broadly, but I wasn't taking it, him and everyone else always underestimate me, am not that strict with life or boring, i have fun in my own way. He reached close, enclosing me with his arms, instead of a peck, he pressed his nose on my face taking deep breaths, he always smells me, there was nothing special about the way I smell, it was mother's cologne that I wore.

I didn't know what I wanted, but him pressing close to me to make peace with me even though I wasn't so angry with him, pierced my soul and melted me, if only Grace knew things like this, i would feel so at peace with her. After sniffing me, he drew my head to rest on his chest and I allowed it because I needed it to feel peace and for the sake of our brotherhood.

" Why don't you have a girlfriend?, someone like you will break hearts" I looked up to him

"Who says that I don't?"

"Then, why are you always with me, won't you have time for her?"

He ignored me instead, he stretched his other hand and a bottle of bear appeared on them, he corked it open with his teeth and gave it to me, I took it and chugged it down my throat, " Do you want some or should I finish it?" I remembered that I was being too selfish, he nodded and I drank it all, I dropped the bottle on the floor and went back to his chest.

Silence.

My heart slowed, I became so dizzy, I felt intoxicated and a little bit tipsy, I squeezed so close, my arms clinging to the left side of his neck and my head almost at the crook of his neck, I signed in pleasure, loving that he was patting and holding me in whichever way I turn.

Nothing around us existed anymore, I heard his harsh breathing. His palms lingering wherever he patted me, then he grabbed my face and crushed my lips.

This was absolutely my first time of having a man's mouth over mine. it wasn't so mild for a first kiss, it was hungry and it seems as if he had been starving for it.

His other hand held my face and the other slid into my hair, pulling my head down, he opened his mouth and forced his tongue into my mouth, when he saw I was done resisting him, his palm slipped under my shirt, stroke my belly before he found my nipples, I was so done for. I moaned when he glide and circled my nipple with his fingertips, my dick hardened instantly and I wanted to die from how good my hard-on felt,

The next thing I could remember was him, sliding his hands inside my boxers and took out my cock, i whimpered in painful pleasures when he firstly used his fingertip to toy with the tips before gliding his palms over. I was going to die.and it would be in peace.

"Can I see your face? " he asked, he turned my face towards his, and kept on stroking me. his face held great hunger, as he watched me. Why does he badly want to see my face?, It was embarrassing having him watching me carefully. He consistently stroked me, my dick moving with his pace, I couldn't make it last. I cried and my load spilled so hard. For a while, we both breathed heavily before it dawned on me what just happened. With regret, I pulled away from him.

" oh my God" I whispered

He held my gaze for a moment, I couldn't tell if he was angry or just speechless. Mother's car horning, saved us from this awkward moment