Little Stalker (7 page)

your last name?”

“Social work,” he whispers into my chest. “Mitchell.”

It seems I’m the only one with a worthless goal in life. But I have found a new goal in

Grayson. I’m going to take care of him.

“You want to become a social worker?” I ask with a smile, tilting his face upward

with my fingers under his slender jaw.

His eyes gleam with the same want I saw last Saturday, only now there’s also a hint of

hurt. I lower my face to his, licking his lips before I kiss him deeply. He moans weakly into

my mouth when our tongues touch, and I pull him as close as I can, feeling the bump in his

pants pressed against my thigh.

“Go get a room,” someone shouts from behind me.

I break this kiss and look down at my little stalker. He has that adorable dazed

expression on his face, his lips extra red from being kissed.

“Come with me?” I ask with a small smile. “We’ll grab a bite before we go home.”

“Okay,” he whispers.

***

Somewhere in the early hours of the morning, I wake up when I bump into something

that’s not supposed to be in my bed.

Not again...

I push at the slumbering thing lying next to me.

“Get up,” I grumble, wondering if I should wait a little longer to throw her out

because I don’t have a hangover, but figuring it’s best to get it over with.

When the body doesn’t move, I raise myself up to see a mop of dark hair, face buried

under the comforter.

“Hey, you need to leave,” I say with sleep in my voice, nudging the body again.

“Yeah, okay,” the person mumbles with equal sleep in their boyish voice. “I’m

leaving.”

A guy?
Grayson...

We didn’t end up doing anything last night. Grayson wolfed down a bunch of burgers

and fries, amazing me with how much he could stuff into that small body. Then we went

home, and he played with Percy while I rummaged around in the bathroom to find an extra

toothbrush. I couldn’t find any, so I made him promise to stay while I ran out to get some. By

the time I returned, he was asleep on the couch. I carried him to bed, chased Percy around the

apartment to put him back in his cage and then wrapped myself around Grayson to sleep.

I grab his wrist when he’s about to swing his feet to the floor. He looks down at me,

thinning his lips.

“You really are a jerk, you know that?” he says.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a small laugh. “I thought you were a girl.”

He rolls his eyes. “Gee, thanks, just what every guys wants to hear.”

“I’m sorry. Don’t leave,” I say with a smile and curl my body around his feet and

waist, resting my cheek on his warm chest. I didn’t remove his pants last night, but I did pull

off his t-shirt. “Don’t leave.”

As I stroke his body, I take in the full feel of it – the hair growing back on his shaved

chest feeling rough under my fingertips, the protruding hip bone at the end of his straight

torso, the trail of hair running from his belly button into his jeans...

I gaze down at the good morning bulge in his pants.

Definitely not a girl. I tighten my hold on Grayson – Grayson who feels
right
. I’m

gay, but I don’t care anymore as long as I get to keep him.

When I look up he has that wide-eyed look on his face, gazing down at me, his hair

sticking out at odd angles. I lift myself up and kiss him gently, pulling him back down to lie

next to me. We cuddle for a bit, both quiet, but his breathing indicates that he’s still awake.

“So you really are gay?” he asks into my neck, his nimble fingers absent-mindedly

running in circles on my back.

“Yeah,” I answer.

More silence. I stroke his back and rub his shoulder a bit whenever my palm goes

there.

“Um, you got to see a very bad side of me last night,” says Grayson

“It’s okay, I also like that feisty side of you,” I say in chuckles, pulling him closer and

kissing the top of his tousled head.

“I’m not really a rent-boy. I mean, I did it a couple of times before I started college

and back in high school, but last night was the first time since then. It’s just that my dad left, and I got hungry...”

I squeeze him tightly until he wraps his arm around me and hugs me back.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to him, reaching down to kiss his bruised temple. “Please stay

with me?”

He loosens his hold on me and pulls back. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to think I like you because of your money.”

“I don’t think you like me because of that,” I say with a chuckle.

“I don’t,” I repeat when he just looks at me. “But I want to stay. You’ll have a place

to sleep, food to eat, and any clothes you want... Speaking of, how did you get money for

clothes? You have a very impressive wardrobe.”

He looks away with a blush. “I, um,
borrowed
them.”

“You stole?” I exclaim, lifting myself up a little, staring down at the slumped figure in

my arms. “Jeez, Grayson, you keep surprising me.”

“Yeah, but I plan to pay them back,” he says, looking up at me with an honest look on

his face. “Just when I have a job. I’ll send them money and the tags. I still have those – every

single one.”

His face doesn’t relax until I start laughing.

“But come on, stay with me.”

“What do I have to do in return?” he asks.

“Just be my boyfriend,” I say, heart pumping at the sound of that word and idea that

follows it.

He eyes me with a cute blush. Funny how he can switch from shy to feisty almost like

Jekyll and Hyde. I don’t know which side I like better.

“I’ll be, like, a kept boy?” he asks.

“What? No! God, no. Just my boyfriend. Or if you don’t want that, then just a

roommate.”

A wide smile slowly spreads over his face, and it takes my breath away. I’ve seen a

small smile, half-smile, and a smirk, but never a smile like this. I pull him back to me, taking

his face into my hands and kiss him gently.

I want him so badly; my stiff cock is nice proof of that, but I’m not going to push him

into sex. I’m not even going to initiate it. I want him to realize that I don’t want him just for

sex. I want to spend time with him, get to know him, and take my sweet time with him before

we take things further. It may take a few days, or it may take weeks. I don’t care. All I care

about is making sure that my little stalker doesn’t disappear on me again.