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A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: JasperWalton, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face, it all flops forward into craziness. I can't think of anything to say, so I don't. I pull myself upright and, remembering what happened in my room that day last moth, I put my arms around him. He buries his face into my shoulder and I nestle my face and nose into all that ruffled hair of his. I breathe deeply, Simon smells gorgeous. Of shampoo, a lemony smell but there's something else there too, an undercurrent. He's not crying, just sitting…hugging me. His long arms wrapped around my chest and back. “Are you okay?” I ask him, tentatively. Nothing, just a sharp pain as his chin hits my collar bone when he silently nods. I bury my face and nose deeper into the top of his head and breathe him in. Lemons…and? He pulls away from me, his face red. “Getting a bit warm under there, mate,” he's grinning again. Good. “Yeah, me too.” And I am, pretty hot, under the button down collar of my crisp, remarkably clean shirt. I had made some sort of unconscious effort after all. Simon stretches those ludicrously long arms above his head and once again, I can't take my eyes off of his fluffy armpit hair. I catch a whiff of something. Something sweet, no, almost a musky scent. It's him, it’s the smell of him. It’s just, well…I don’t know…nice. “Adam!” “What?” Fuck it! Caught! Again!! “What's with the staring?” “Sorry, I don't mean to.” “What exactly are you looking at?” he asks, innocently. “Your armpits actually. Not much hair ... on mine, so just comparing,” I say, equally innocently. Oddly the armpit department is a bit sparse, compared the rest of me. Are we really going back down this road again? Suddenly, he's on his feet standing in front of me, his turn to look down at me on the bed. He puts both his hands above his head and for a moment, I think he's just stretching again. The hem of his shirt rises with his arms and reveals a flat, pale stomach, with an 'inny' belly button. There's just a faint hint of that treasure trail I spotted earlier. A foxy fuzziness running down his centreline and down into oblivion. I can’t take my eyes off his belly. It seems to be getting longer. I realise he's grabbed the back of his shirt and his shucking it off, over his head. He chucks it towards me and I catch it in my lap. Another layer to conceal my ever erupting erection. “There, now you can have a proper look.” Simon says, triumphantly. He slowly moves towards me and stands between my knees, grinning like an idiot. Now he's shirtless, I can smell him more strongly. Shit, has he never heard of deodorant? I spray gallons of it over myself, paranoid that I might stink to high heaven, even in the middle of winter. Although, he doesn't stink, he's almost…well…scented. The smell…it's just, hot! “Arms up then.” I am commanding. Call his bluff, Adam. Surprised by boldness, he does it too. I can't help but inhale as he shows his armpits to me. His hormones, his sweet sweat and his manliness fill my lungs. My cock ...