Finding Peace

Waking up to the joys of another long, frustrating day at the post office was not how Ciaran had foreseen his life turning out after graduation. A recent graduate with master's degree in Classics he had envisioned a life of intellectual pursuit, one where he could spend his days sitting in a small office in a university somewhere delving into the secrets of the past. Instead, he found himself the supervisor of the local university post office, a place full of students and professors, international families and all those whom he had come to hate. This hatred stemmed primarily from the desire to escape, he hated seeing the people that he had taught and who had taught him on a daily basis, it was almost as if they were all players in a game that contrived to humiliate him consistently.

The bus rides in the mornings were the worst, he wished that the bus would break down and he could ring to say that he would not be in until later. There was always the hope of something changing, one morning he had even invented a plumbing disaster just to stay at home for the morning.

Ciaran was a dreamer, a romantic, he longed to meet someone and be swept away from his own personal hell. This of course was rather difficult given that he was painfully shy around people he did not know and terrified of rejection. Growing up, he had always meant to indulge in the wild nights and brief but intense flings that his friends talked about but it never seemed to happen. His one lasting relationship during his college years, if it could even be called a relationship was more of advertisement for emotional abuse. He was left with a broken heart and a constant reminder of Jay in the form of herpes. While for many this would not necessitate abstinence, for Ciaran it was just another reason to shut himself away. He had a hard enough time opening up as it was without adding the certainty of rejection. He felt dirty and ashamed every time he thought about it until it became so huge that he wanted to scream every time he thought about it. What good was putting yourself out there and trusting someone if they used you and left you broken. He wondered why it had to happen to him when he thought of the conversations he had had with Aidan, his best friend, who seemed to fall from one bed into another without any adverse effects. He went home with someone new every weekend, sometimes too drunk to remember to use condoms but smirking as he recounted the details for Ciaran at their weekly Sunday brunch. "God it was great. We almost broke the bed this time. He fucked me for two hours solid I swear. You really need to get laid Ciaran then we could talk about your nights as well as mine. Nobody gives a shit about herpes and it's not as if you have to tell them anyway! Just tell them that you just wanna fuck-skip all the foreplay."

But Ciaran didn't want a mindless faceless fuck on a Saturday night. He wanted someone who would cuddle him at night, cheer him up on days like today when it seemed as though everything was wrong. He wanted someone to take control, be assertive with him. Ciaran didn't know how to pick someone up or want to take the lead in bed. He yearned for someone to look at him and see that. Of course he knew that if he said this to Aidan he would find himself in the nearest and kinkiest bar his friend could find. But he wasn't looking for straight up BDSM. He had no interest in whips and chains, or any of that kind of kink. He wanted someone who would take control and tell him what to do, how to please him, instruct him on blowjobs and not just shove his dick into his mouth and expect him to automatically know how to deep throat. Not everyone is born without a gag reflex! He wanted someone to hold him down and fuck him hard all night but hold him tight afterwards. It sounded simple enough but for someone who couldn't even bring himself to have a conversation with anyone remotely interested it was almost an insurmountable task.

The sunlight streamed weakly through the window, bouncing off Ciaran's glasses as he stared out of the window of the bus. The weather seemed to match his mood. Grey clouds seemed intent on blotting out all traces of the sun bringing with them the smell of a storm. Ciaran felt that it was almost appropriate that the weather should match his mood. There was nothing worse than feeling like shit when the sun was shining; it was almost like nature itself was mocking him.

As the bus pulled into his stop, he tried to reign in all the bitterness and plaster a smile onto his face.The students need you to be excited about the material. No one wants to pay a tutor who doesn't want to be there. Pull yourself together and get on with it.He had been working part time as a tutor to supplement the income from the post office. The money was good and it was an easy two hours of work. Most of the time Ciaran didn't even have to think much about the novels they studied but it did give him some satisfaction to be using the knowledge he had gained over the course of his degree. It was better than the mindless work in the post office. Lately, it was less mindless, thanks in large part to Todd the guy who picked up the afternoon mail. Ciaran liked to think that if tall, dark and handsome had a form it would be Todd. In fact, it seemed that everything stopped at three when he came in to drop off the mail. Well, at least it did for him; Todd never seemed to pay much attention to anyone there.

The walk to Tony's house seemed shorter than normal, probably because he had spent most of that time in a daze thinking about Todd. He imagined what he would say if they ever had more than a two minute exchange about which boxes were going out and which were staying. He was positive Todd was straight. He always seemed so focussed on getting in and out, so decisive, and so masculine. He was over 6 foot, well built like someone who worked out a lot and kept fit. He seemed like the type of person that got things done. Ciaran wondered if he liked his job or if he hated it and that was why he was so taciturn all the time. As he approached Tony's door he decided that tomorrow was the day he would take that first step. He was going to have a conversation with Todd.