Speechless

Speechless

There is a single word which best describes how I felt the day I first met him: speechless. “Him” is Mr. Jones.

I just started to go to university last month for the arts, painting mainly, and I’ve already discovered a perfect subject for an upcoming assignment. He’s older than me. I only know this because he’s a professor. He teaches math, calculus I think. That obviously means he’s not my teacher. I just happened across him one day.

I was stunned, frozen…speechless.

He was in the nurses office, probably because he wasn’t feeling too well, neither was I. A group of students, the usual ones, felt like having some fun. Bastards. Anyway…I went to the nurse’s office and he was there, sitting on a bed, topless. My face heated up as well as a region more south and I opened my mouth to ask where the nurse was but no words came. I simply stared at him.

Canary blond hair that seemed to be permanently in disarray…oddly emotionless rain cloud grey eyes…slightly cinnamon tanned skin…muscles that disappeared under his usual crimson dress shirt…I was enraptured by the sight. I knew at that very second that I needed to paint him. And those were my first words.

“I need to paint you.”

The events after those words blurred and vanished from my memory. All I remember is his cold gaze ignoring me as he grabbed his shirt and left. When I found my way back to reality, I was in my dorm room. My back was pressed against the locked door, heart racing non-stop in my chest, which resonated within my ears. I slid slowly to the floor and sat there for a few minutes. Nothing changed. My erratic heartbeat was still there. So I complied with what my mind was telling me and slipped a hand down into my pants. I licked my almost too dry lips and closed my eyes.

I imagined his hand around me, moving up and down in a slow rhythm that sped as the minutes passed. My breath began to come out in soft and silent pants and moans. I stroked harder, squeezed tighter. I felt the muscles in my stomach clench and hastened my actions further. I came a few seconds later. My breathing became steadier and I opened my eyes, pulling my hand from my pants. I wanted to utter his name but again…I was speechless.

That was a week ago.

Now…my big art assignment is due in a few days and I’m royally screwed. I’m never at his side of the school so I haven’t seen him since. That doesn’t mean I haven’t fantasized about him. But they’re not helping with my painting.

I’m currently sitting outside, looking down at my reflection in the small river that the school has. A small bridge stretches over a part the river and I climb to sit on the railing. I’ve done it many times so I know I won’t fall.

A soft breeze picks up and blows my short chestnut brown hair around my face. I close my eyes and allow my thoughts to fly.

“Be careful you don’t fall in.” My eyes snap open and I turn to see…him.

The quick motion causes me to lose my balance. I feel myself fall back and clench my eyes shut against the pain that I know is coming.

But it doesn’t. I open my eyes. I don’t really feel wet. The river is small but to be almost completely dry…that’s when I notice it. I sit up quickly and attempt to apologize but no words come out again. He tried to catch me. Because I was too far for him to grab me, he jumped after me and switched our positions…so I wouldn’t get hurt.

The blush that is already on my face darkens when he removes my glasses which, I notice now, have some droplets of water on them. He sits up slightly and dries them on a clean part of his shirt. He hands them back to me and I accept in silence, placing them back on the bridge of my nose.

“Hazel eyes.” The words are spoken more to himself than me.

They shock me from my daze and I stand. I help him up as well. He begins to unbutton his shirt and he takes it off as well. My face must really resemble a tomato now. I can only thank God that this is happening now when it’s basically the dead of night. I always come out here to free my mind. I guess tonight is going to be different. He’s going to be mad at me for being out this late and for making him get wet then I’ll be depressed and won’t sleep the entire night.

“Are you alright?” A hand rests on my head and I glance up to see a worried expression on his face. “You look like you’re going to cry.” I shake my head quickly from side to side which removes his hand and also denies his words.

I hear him chuckle slightly so I stop and stare up at him, entranced by the sound.
“You’re that art student, Dave Wilde, right?” I nod. “Why are you out here?” I blush even more, if possible, and shrug my shoulders. “Why?” He repeats. I open my mouth to respond but again…I am speechless. So I simply close my mouth again and bow my head with a defeated sigh. “Everyone here fears me. I thought it was merely my own department, but it seems it’s the entire campus.” He throws his shirt over his shoulder and begins to leave.

I watch with wide eyes. Before I even realize I’m moving, our lips are pressed against each others. He pushes me away and my heart seems to crack inside my chest.
“What are you doing?” I struggle desperately to force the words from my mouth but nothing comes and everything goes dark around me as I pass out.

***

My eyes slowly slide open. I’m in the nurse’s office. I sit up. No…wait…this isn’t the nurse’s office. I’ve been there enough times to know what it looks like. Then this must be…

“Who gave you those markings?” I turn my head to see him standing in the doorway to his special teacher’s dorm. Although, without my glasses, he’s a little blurry.

Weird isn’t it? Even teachers have dorms. Some prefer it at this place since it’s well secluded from most of society.

I still don’t answer him. He walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge near my legs. I shake my head to avoid answering him. He grips my chin between his thumb and index finger. My head stills instantly and my cheeks redden. His gaze is so intense. It’s as if he can see straight into my soul.

“You can either answer that question, or, answer this one: why did you kiss me?” I fight to get the words out.

“…I…I don’t…really know.”

“Why is it so difficult for you to talk?” I shrug in response. “Am I that intimidating?” I shake my head.

“Don’t…don’t misunderstand. I…don’t know why…” My cheeks heat up even more and I turn away from him, shrugging in response.

He turns my head to lock our eyes, hazel and rain cloud grey. I open my mouth to try and say something but the words never come. This time, however, it’s not my fault. Our lips are pressed together. My eyes are wide with surprise. His tongue traces over my bottom lip, seeking entrance. I allow him. My eyes slowly close as his tongue coaxes mine into response. I feel his hand slipping under my shirt, fingertips ghosting over hot flesh. I break the kiss and shudder when he hits a nipple.

“Why…why are you doing this?”

“I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time now. Your paintings are simply beautiful. I’ve dreamed of meeting you for a long time.”

“What?” I stare at him, completely dumbfounded. “But…but you gave me such a cold look at the hospital.”

“You were at the hospital?”

“Yes! I saw you without…without a shirt.”

“That was you? I didn’t have my contacts in so I couldn’t see very well.”

Silence stretches between us as we stare at each other. After a few seconds, he starts laughing. It’s a deep, throaty laugh…I swear I almost came.

“All this time…it was you.” He lifts his hand and caresses my cheek. “I won’t let you get away this time.” He presses his lips to my forehead…then my right cheek…then my neck.

He pushes me down to the mattress as he kisses my skin. His tongue flicks out and traces a path down to my collarbone. He sucks on the flesh there. I cover my mouth with one of my hands and close my eyes at the sensation. I never thought he’d be so skilled.

My shirt is moved up my body and I sit up slightly so it can be taken off. He tosses it to the floor and removes his as well. Seeing his body up close again…I let my fingers trace the fine muscles that he has. My fingers fall down to his abs then to the hem of his black dress pants.

“If you don’t want to…now would be the time to say something.” I look up into his eyes.

“I want to.” He pushes me back down and starts to kiss my chest.

He trails the kisses to one of my nipples and teases it a little. He licks, bites, sucks…I throw my head back into the pillow and moan into the room. His hands fall over my sides and glide down my body to my waist. He undoes my pants and pulls them down my hips, with some help from me. We get them off easily and they go to the floor with my shirt.

“Commando?” He raises an eyebrow in amusement which causes my face to resemble a tomato.

He slides down the length of my body. He kisses my thighs before moving between them. His tongue runs up along the underside of my flesh and I shudder slightly. He sucks gently on the tip and uses one of his hands to massage my balls. I grip the blankets tightly in my hands as his motions drive me crazy. He takes me fully a second later. He moves along me agonizingly slow, teeth scraping my flesh ever so slightly that it sends shivers up my spine. All the while, his hand traces the entrance just below my balls. He pulls me from his mouth suddenly. He reaches over me and opens the top drawer of the table next to the bed. He reaches in and pulls out a tube of hand lotion.
“Are you a virgin?” I nod slightly to answer him. “This will hurt, mainly because you don’t know what to expect, but don’t be discouraged.” I nod again and send him a wary look.

He moves back down my body and lifts one of my legs. He presses a cold finger into me. His mouth envelopes my length again in order to distract me from the slight pain. A second finger is added. I feel tears stinging the sides of my eyes. I try to focus on his mouth but it’s getting difficult. A third finger is added.

“S-stop! It hurts!” He lifts his head and locks eyes with me. A few tears slip free.
“Give me a second.” I close my eyes tightly.

His fingers go deeper within me and scrape something that causes me to gasp. He moves his fingers and hits it again. I moan this time. He makes scissoring motions before pulling out and coating himself with the lotion.

“This is going to hurt again. You can hold onto me as much as you want.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he slowly pushes into me.

I bury my head into the base of his neck. When he’s completely in, he pauses for me to adjust. It takes several seconds for the initial pain to ware off slightly. I nod against his neck when I’m ready. He pulls out of me and thrusts back in quickly. He hits that spot again and I throw my head back as I cry out. One of his arms wrap around my back as he starts a rhythm. He moves quickly and deeply but it’s still, somehow, gentle. His lips return to my neck as he moves. He sucks on the flesh right under my jaw line, making sure to leave a mark.

I don’t mind, I guess. If it bothers me, it will later. Right now, I’m in heaven. Being lost between his mouth, his powerful thrust, and now his hand around my length…I press our bodies closer together, the sweat making it easier to move against each other.

“S-sir…”

“Call me…Joeseph.”

“Your…first n-name–ah!” I bury my head into his neck again.

His thump slides over the tip of my length and I moan deep in my throat as he works on that. I feel my stomach clenching slightly.

“I-I think…I’m going to…” He thrusts hard into me. “Joeseph!” I throw my head back and arch my back off of the bed.

He moves a few more times, making me ride out the intense orgasm and bringing himself over the edge as well. He nibbles lightly on my earlobe with the last thrust and whispers into my ear.

“Dave.” He thrusts one last time and falls on top of me.

I cradle his head to my chest as we try to catch our breaths. After a minute, he pulls out of me and moves to me side. He pulls me with him and I bury my head into his chest. We fall asleep in each others’ arms.

***

“You can’t submit that.”

“Don’t you like it?”
“That’s not the point.”

“No one will know it’s you. It’s not like I did your face.” We both stare at the painting I’ve done.

It’s an array of soft water colours. It’s of him…Joeseph…sleeping on his side, his back to me. He sighs and it draws my attention.

“Fine…submit it.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “What will you call it?”

“Where Actions Speak Louder Than Words, And Words Were Never Enough.”