The Gentle Giant

I'd never seen him do anything like it. I was rolling on my bed laughing and had tears running down my face. He sat back on his bed and just grinned at me. Oh damn, I fell for him in that instant. I'd probably loved him all along. Well, I would only let myself bask in it for a few minutes. Then it was back to reality.

"Thank you so much, but you really didn't have to do that."

"Aww man, what are friends for?"

I looked at him for the longest and just had to know the answer to the question that had been burning within me for as long as I'd known he was gay. "What is your type?"

"Wow, talk about true confessions. Um, well my type is determined by what I reject about myself. I know it's irrational, but I don't want someone who is just like me. I may not have as many as I used to but I still have issues about myself. I don't want to work through them with a replica of me."

He looked at me and signaled that he wasn't done. "I don't think that I would like someone that is extremely feminine either. If I wanted a woman then I'd be with one. I just want someone normal and opposite of me in proportions. On top of all that though, if someone just saw me and not their stereotypes, then the rest probably wouldn't even matter."

Was he trying to tell me something or was I just hearing it that way because I wanted him? It was a frustrating thought. He'd never expressed that he might be interested and I found myself feeling a bit anxious. I was far beyond not wanting to get involved. I wanted my gentle giant all to myself.

It occurred to me that he might not even know that I was gay. It was odd but it was still a possibility. I never hid my sexuality from anyone who asked, but he didn't ask. Plus, we hung with completely different crowds. If I told him that I was gay then he'd know that I had ulterior motives.

"Wow, well you sure do ask a lot of questions. Do you mind if I ask some of my own?"

I wasn't sure that I wanted him to ask me anything but fair was fair. "Sure go ahead."

"What is your type? I know that you've had offers, so why haven't you taken them up?"

"Um, well I like all types, I just haven't met anyone that made me want to pursue them other than my crush. And well, like I said, I don't deserve him." I knew that he would catch it and when he looked up, startled at what he'd heard, I couldn't help but smile.

"Him? You like a guy? You're gay? Why didn't you tell me?!" With each question, he became a little bit more agitated.

"Look, I never tried to hide it. I told anyone who asked. It never occurred to me that you didn't know until recently."

"Well of course I didn't know. It's not like I pry into your private life on a regular basis." He got up looking really nervous and told me that he'd be at the library. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell that was all about.

Brad

Not only am I shy, and quiet, I'm a wuss on top of that. So the guy that i've fallen for is gay. That should make me ecstatic. Except he's hung up on some jerk that he must really be into.

Whoever it was must be pretty special and stupid. Why couldn't they see that he was a wonderful person who should be cherished. He was fun and energetic and sunlight in a bottle. Man, I had it bad. I knew that I was placing blame but it was easier than thinking about the alternative.

What if the other person liked him too and he just didn't know? He may not even be a jerk. That just made my life harder. How would I take it when he finally told the guy? What if they became a couple? I'd have to see him like and maybe even love someone else. I was tripping. I almost felt like crying.

I was sitting in the library on the third floor in a corner. I was as far away from everyone as I could possibly be. I had a book in front of me but I couldn't tell you what it was about. My cell phone rang and the caller i.d. said that it was David. I didn't want to answer but I didn't want to be rude. Besides, it might have been an emergency.

"Hey Dave what's up?" I spoke into the phone in a low voice.

"This isn't Dave. Dave's been in an accident. He's being admitted to the emergency room. He's unconscious right now, but since I knew you were his roommate I called. Get to the hospital man."

I closed the phone without saying anything else. I almost went into panic mode. I stuffed my things back into my bag and ran out of the library. I was consumed with all kinds of worst-case scenarios. I could have been in a part of the library that got crappy reception and not even gotten the call.

I didn't even know who it was that called me. I briefly thought that it could have been Dave's crush but I didn't want to dwell on that. I arrived at the hospital in record time, thanking the heavens that I hadn't gotten a ticket.

I walked into the emergency room and recognized a guy but I couldn't remember his name. He came up to me and told me he was Matt from Dave's psych class. He told me that there were three of them in the car and that they were going to a friend's house to study. Someone ran a light and plowed into the side of the car. Dave was sitting in the passenger side where the car was hit and was the most banged up.

I waited with Matt until the doctor came out. He said that Dave had a broken leg and arm and he had a slight concussion. I was boneless with relief. It could have been so much worse. I asked if we could see him. Matt told me that he'd go check on the driver and I should go see Dave.

I walked into his room and almost lost it. He looked so small in the bed. There were tubes in his arms ad his face was bruised. I pulled a chair up to his bed and just sat. I couldn't help but look at him. I felt helpless and stricken. He was my life whether we ever got together or not. I knew now that I was crazy about him.

He was having a nightmare. "Matt... Brian... I'm ok... my arm... I can't... I can't feel my leg... No... NOOOOOO!"

"Oh my God! Pix! Dave! Please wake up! You're dreaming. It's ok, it's ok." I shushed him over and over. I found myself kissing his forehead repeatedly. It was calming me down as much as it seemed to be calming him. His forehead was bathed in sweat and I wiped it away with my hands.

I sat back in the chair and tried not to think of kissing him. I wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms but I couldn't. I settled for resting my hand on his left arm.

A few hours later, he started groaning and I shot up. I calmed him down as much as possible and hit the button for the nurse. I knew that I had stayed past visiting hours but I didn't want to leave. The nurse gave him another dose of pain medication and he was out.

David

So this is what it feels like to be dead. Maybe I wasn't dead though. There were times when the blackness would fade and the pain would come on full force. I was also having delusions. I'd feel Brad kissing me and touching me. I must have been hallucinating or lying in limbo. There was a woman who kept sending the pain away and me back into blackness. Bless her.

After a few days, I realized that I was not dead. In fact, I just had been plowed into by a car. I felt like it too. My only consolation was that Brad had been a constant fixture at my bedside. He was hovering like a mother hen, although he'd never admit it. I loved every minute of it.

As of this minute he was sitting by my bed pretending to read a book. He kept stealing glances at me and the worried look hadn't left his face. "You know I'm alright, or at least I will be. They've decreased my meds and I won't even have any permanent damage."

He looked at me and snorted. It was the only sign he ever showed when he was irritated. Why would he be irritated? "Yeah, just don't try to get up like you did yesterday. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

I smiled warmly at the recollection. I had to pee and I wasn't aware that I had a catheter. I tried to make it to the bathroom but almost fell after a couple of steps. Brad caught me and nestled me back in bed before I could even blink. Unfortunately I dislodged the catheter and stained the floor and bedclothes. I don't think i've ever seen Brad angry like that. It was so sexy the way he scolded me. I couldn't even be embarrassed.

I left the hospital two weeks later and went back to the dorms. I insisted that Brad let me walk but not too vehemently. He carried me to our dorm room and nestled me onto my bed. The number of pillows had tripled on my bed and I knew Brad had done it.

He'd given me all of my assignments and made sure that all of my teachers knew about the accident. I was gaining confidence in thinking that he felt more for me than friendship. I just didn't want to be wrong and then have it be awkward between us.

Everything except eating and writing was hard. It was a good thing that I was a leftie. Brad offered to help me but there was only so much of his closeness that I could stand. I just had to get up extra early to make it to class.

I came in huffing from exertion and Brad quickly grabbed my bag and helped me to a chair. "Thanks man. You know I never really thanked you for all you've done."

"Don't mention it. I'm your friend. Besides, you needed my help."

I had to know if he felt anything for me. It just wasn't fair that my emotions seemed ready to boil over and he was as cool as a cucumber. "You know, you hovered like a mother hen while I was in the hospital. I even thought you were there the first night I was there. You were, weren't you?"

He started squirming a bit and blushed. "Yes, of course I was there. You were hurt."

"I had a nightmare didn't I? I felt you there trying to calm me down. Later I realized that I was so out of it that I couldn't be sure but now I am. Why didn't you tell me?"

He looked down at his hands before responding. "Yeah, you were pretty scared. I didn't even know what to do but I didn't want to bring it up because you were in so much pain."

I waited until he looked at me before continuing. "Did you... did you kiss me?"

He looked a bit frantic. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. You were having a nightmare and I was trying to calm you down and then I just kissed your forehead. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I was just asking." I saw him blow out an anxious breath and lay back on his bed. He just didn't give anything away. I just decided to go for it.

"Besides Brad, I was just wondering why you haven't done it again." He sat up abruptly and looked at me. I was attempting to fade into the wall and not look at him.

"Did you want me to kiss you again?" He was looking at me hard and intensely.

My voice was barely above a whisper when I answered. "Yes, but you never did."

Brad

I was finding it more and more difficult to breath. What David seemed to be doing was making my dreams come true. I'd spent the last few weeks trying not to spill my guts to him and profess my undying love.

Every time I saw him wince or heard him grunt I wanted to just cradle him. Truth be told I didn't want to let him out of my sight. It sucked being a bystander when I wanted nothing more than to be his partner and mate. I wanted to be an important and integral part of his life. He was handing me the key but I was still terrified.

"I didn't think it would be fair to the guy you have a crush on." It was the truth but I also didn't think I would be able to stop if I started.

He looked at me and smiled mischievously. "You are my crush." I couldn't believe it. So I'd been bad mouthing myself. I felt like a weight had been lifted off me.

I got up and scooped Dave into my arms. He leaned into my chest and I felt as if my heart was going to burst. He fit so perfectly within the circle of my arms. I looked down at him and as I leaned in to claim my first kiss I whispered, "I have a crush on you too."

The kiss was light and airy. I was afraid he'd disappear if I thought about it too much. I nibbled on his lips while cradling his face in my hands. His tongue delved into my mouth and I felt my chest rumble. I don't know how long we kissed but when we finally stopped I leaned me forehead on his and stroked his face with my hands.

I sat holding him and kissing him for I don't know how long. I still didn't know what it meant for us but I was going to give him everything I had. I just didn't want to scare him off.

He looked up and into my eyes. He had the most serene smile on his face. "Now will you tell me why you call me 'pix'?"

I could do nothing but smile. I'd never be able to refuse him anything. Especially not with him looking at me like that and sitting on my lap.

"When I first met you I thought you looked like a pixie. You were so cute dancing and flitting around that it just stuck in my mind. You're so small but you're a bundle of energy, my sunlight in a bottle. That became my nickname for you whenever I thought about you. What about you, why did you say you were gonna call me 'g-g'?"

I still hadn't let him go and by now I was rubbing his hand while linking it with mine. My larger hand dwarfed his and I loved the way it felt. I cradled his hand in mine and held it against my chest. I think my brain was spasing. I just couldn't believe that he wanted me.

"It stands for gentle giant. You're so sweet and nice. You never raise your voice and you have this amazing spirit. You calm me down just by me being in your presence."

These were so many things that I'd never heard before. Just hearing that made me more sure of why I felt the way I felt. I tried not to crush him as I held him against me and just hugged him.

"So does this mean that you'll be my boyfriend?" I asked him.

"You know it big guy."

For once I didn't mind being called big.

David

I was living in a dream. Brad was the perfect guy. I never realized how well our schedules worked out. He would walk me to each class and wouldn't allow me to hold my bag or anything else. We couldn't really hold hands because I was still on crutches but we always found ways to touch.

We would kiss each time we parted and I swear he would have carried me everywhere if I'd let him. He decided that I needed to be fed and proceeded to do so at every opportunity. I loved how protective of me he was. I was hobbling around on cloud nine.

I knew that I was still healing but he was making it easy to forget that I shouldn't be thinking about sex. Every night I would sit nestled against his chest as I did homework or as he read or both. It was becoming a routine and one that I loved. However, I often felt him stiffening against me and I couldn't help but wriggle a little and groan. He never did anything about it and I was getting frustrated.

I was quickly finding that I loved sleeping with him. We were watching TV one night and we fell asleep together. I woke up splayed across his chest. Since then I find myself finding ways to end up sleeping with him more often.

I loved feeling his chest rumble when he spoke and anything he said against my ear sounded so sexy. It always made me shiver in delight.

I was trying to find a way to up the intimacy. I didn't want to push the issue if he wasn't ready for it but it was getting harder to keep my desires in check.

We were cuddling in bed on a particularly rainy morning. I could see myself being like that every morning. The thought gave me pause. I was afraid that he wasn't into me as much as I was into him. We hadn't had any discussions about the future or anything.

"Why so quiet Pixie?" I looked into his eyes and smiled. He could always tell when my moods went downward.

"I'm just thinking about how much I like this, us, together like this."

He sighed contently and said, "Yeah, I love the way you feel against me. You know, you don't have to trick me into letting you sleep with me. I like it just as much as you do."

I was blushing beet red as I moved up to kiss him. "I promise I won't try to trick you again... at least not about that. But, let me make it up to you." I started kissing his neck and I felt him tense up.

"Baby what's wrong?" He looked terrified. He sat up and nestled me on his lap.

"I'm a virgin Pix, I don't really know what to do. I don't want to disappoint you."

I was blown over. This was so overwhelming. "Baby, you could never disappoint me. I'm sorry for pushing. I was just getting so worked up that I couldn't help it. We won't go there until you're ready. I'm sorry."

He started chuckling. "Shouldn't I be the one apologizing? Plus, you're the one with your arm and leg in a cast. You shouldn't even be putting pressure on them."

"You don't have to apologize for anything. And I'm so sick of these casts that I'm going insane. They'll be off next week, thank God. I can't wait to give you a real hug. These don't stop me from wanting you though."

"Hey don't knock the casts. They're sexy. Just don't go busting yourself up again. You're sexier without them." He smiled at me and started kissing me again. He began pulling up my shirt from the hymn but then stopped and ripped it down the middle from the neck. I gasped as he arched his eyebrow and smiled, "I thought you'd like that."

Oh I definitely liked it. He was just looking at me. I wondered what was going through his head when he looked up and I saw the uncertainty in his eyes. I melted and just waited for him to make the next move.

"Can I do something... I mean try something... I mean, man I don't know." I put my fingers to his lips and he kissed them. It was a sweet gesture that he wasn't even aware of.

"Brad, you can do whatever you want. I won't bite and there's no pressure. I'm yours so just go for it. Don't think that you'll hurt me or anything because I trust you totally."

Brad

David didn't know it but I was so close to telling him that I loved him that it was ridiculous. I was starring down at his smooth chest and I was just frozen for a minute. He made me feel so comfortable with the situation that I couldn't help but take him up on his offer.

I hoped that he knew what he was in for because I had a lifetime of catching up to do. I wanted to experience everything and that included examining every inch of his body.

I gently removed his clothes and just caressed him with my eyes. He was beautiful to me. Everything about him was perfectly proportioned. His skin was silky smooth and he was completely hairless except for a small patch of curls around his cock.

His cock was beautiful. He was seven inches and cut with a nice girth. I knew that I wanted to feel that in me but that would come later. I traced over his skin with my fingertips.

His nipples hardened as my fingers trailed over them. He wasn't only my Pixie, he was my Angel. I gently massaged his leg as I inspected his foot. I loved every inch of him. I lifted his cock with one finger and looked at it in fascination.

There was a pearly drop of pre right in his slit and I scooped it up to taste it. I closed my eyes to savor the taste. Dave's eyes were almost closed and he was smiling at me. I tentatively licked the head of his cock and just wanted to stay there.

I licked it like it was an ice cream cone. I just loved the taste. I was leisurely lapping at it and it felt like I could stay there forever. He was getting a little anxious and trying to hump into my face. I felt thrilled that I was getting him close to cumming.

I couldn't deep throat but I doubled my attempts at sucking the head and jerking the base. He started gasping loudly and then it happened. My mouth was filled with the warmth of his cum. I groaned and let it fill up my mouth before swallowing it down. He was still cumming so I got to repeat the delicious process all over again.

I sucked him until he became too sensitive. I moved up to look into his face. I cupped his cheek and he kissed me. "That was incredible Pix."

He smiled broadly albeit sleepily at me. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?"