Tyler and Reese - 10. Chapter 10

So Tyler emerged from his "omg I came thinking about geek boy" bedroom jerk before geek boy was even back from the bathroom, and continued his random unpacking of college books, joggers and sweats (not much else). Reese, when he finally returned from the bathroom, sat in silence reading, fidgeting and looking up nervously from time to time.

Tyler's cock ceased softening and settled in a semi again as he continued unpacking in silence, desperately trying to think of something friendly to say or do. Each time he came close to thinking of something to say, he flashed a relaxed, happy, affectionate (and just slightly lustful) smile in Reese's direction, then immediately panicked and went back to his silent muddled unpacking. The closest he came was somewhere between 'You're funny' and 'I like you', but neither sounded wholly appropriate, at least not at Tyler's level of social confidence. Occasionally he looked up and smiled wistfully at the studious Reese, regretful at his own social gawkishness. He continued to potter between shared room and bedroom with random pieces of unpacking.

Finally Reese broke the silence that had prevailed since Reese had come out of the bathroom. He spoke while Tyler was in his bedroom.

"Hey Tyler!"

Tyler gave an acknowledgement that would normally have sounded like a grunt but actually came out, purely by coincidence, as a recognisable word: "Yuh?"

"Want to play HALO later?" There was an almost giddily grin in Reese's voice. "Male bonding, likesay?"

What the fuck is male bonding? Is that like a come-on? A proposal? And what the fuck is 'likesay'?

Tyler stepped out of his room, semi hanging, and to his great surprise saw Reese with his eyebrows raised high in a desperately hopeful grimacing smile, and with *no shirt on*.

Tyler had genuinely never seen such a hopeless chest. He had done sport only with the jocks for the last seven years. Before that nobody really took notice. He could see every one of Reese's ribs; count the sub-surface muscles only because they were like miniature specimens spread out sparsely on a plate. He actually briefly envied Reese's flat, nay hollow, stomach. Tyler's semi began to grow. Somehow this entirely novel sight hit the spot in a way he could never have imagined. He wanted to run his hands all over that bare torso, then his lips, then eat it all up, then remove those pants and explore below as well ... he was imagining what such a skinny boy might look like down there ... Tyler's boner was near full strength by now. He sat down on the coffee table to try to hide it. The table groaned in protest. Reese's eyes zoomed in on Tyler's bulging package.

"What's tha?", ventured Tyler, wondering what to do not only about his boner but about Reese's apparent interest in it. It had never been used. Reese? Way too bizarre. Surely. Just embarrassment. Surely.

Reese prattled some explanation about Halo, a console game. No explanation of male bonding or likesay though. They sounded like an interesting adventure, whatever they were: a safer way to spend this first evening than venturing out into collegetown. For Tyler, the deal was settled "Yeah sure." Safety. Security. In this room. With geek boy. Male bonding. Tyler and Reese against the world - or safe together away from the world.

Reese ignored Tyler's clearly stated final decision on the matter (Tyler only had 'final' decisions; there was no other type that even counted as a decision, surely; and future plans were definitely not Tyler's strongest suite, he existed in the moment or not at all) ... Reese ignored Tyler's clearly stated final decision on the matter and rattled on about alternative plans, each one sounding potentially scarier than the last (though Tyler's mind wandered briefly to food, then lost its train of thought and went blank again). Tyler smiled broadly at the shirtless prattling Reese, as you might smile at a cute yapping dog. Tyler lifted one arm, and stretched it to full length in front of him, towards Reese (pointing at Reese the same way his hard cock was pointing at Reese, Tyler noted), the palm of the hand turned away from himself ... and pressed the palm of his hand on to Reese's rattling lips, silencing them. Reese looked at him, gobsmacked, shocked, suddenly silent, eyebrows high, eyes wide, staring out shocked above Tyler's hand. Tyler was rather overcome at how good it felt to be touching geekboy - warm and soft and moist - and left his hand right there; his cock was finally at full throb. Hand still in place, Tyler beamed an utterly winsome, huge and irresistable smile. "You're funny," he said. "I like you."