This choice: Luke, the friendly giant • Go Back...Chapter #6Luke-ing good by: RoVe   "Hi, little Cox" he said cheerily using your nickname, which you hated, of course. "Mind if I join you?" You blink, but you gesture it's fine. Luke grins and suddenly leans down over you, making you flinch as his chest in tight white shirt comes down at you. But he stops and you notice he is just picking one of the receiver airbuds that hang next to you. He sit back up and leans back making the bench quake and he lifts his left leg, the one closest to you to lean it on the rail in front of you both. The running trousers he is wearing stretch to leave very little to the imagination of how much muscle is in those legs, or that ass for that matter. You quickly look forward at the mostly opaque glass that separates you from the driver's seat. But it reflects both you and Luke sitting right next to you. And to your left, you are not high enough to look out the window, so you have very little choice at where to rest your eyes. "So you as excited as me and Pete for the big race?" You look back up at Luke straining you neck a little. "Yeah, but wouldn't you rather sit in the back, with your friends?" Luke laughs he leans in and whispers. "Those guys aren't my friends, they are my teammates. Whole different thing. I talk more with you than any of them." You are surprised at that revelation. "I thought you guys hung out all the time?" Luke shakes his head. "Nope, most of them just wanna go for drinks and try to do as little schoolwork as possible. I'm pretty much the nerd of the group for getting no less than B-plusses." You are surprised and obviously show it, because Luke gives you a wink. "You didn't think I was just a dumb, stupid, sweaty jock, now did ya?" You stumble on your words. "Well... Erm... Kinda..." Luke chuckles, "don't worry about it, you are right about the rowdy ones back there. So I'll not hold it against you." You are so confused right now. You don't know how to talk to this guy. So the two of you sit in silence for a while till the chauffeur gets in and starts the bus.
When the bus starts moving Luke leans down a little. "What's wrong. You want me to move? Do I scare you for sitting so close?" You shake your head and come clean. "I'm just so confused by you right now. I mean, you never acted... Well smart. And now you apparently are pretty bright. And I thought you were one of the guys, and now you're not. You never said much to me and now you want to sit with me. What's next you wanna discuss Kierkegaard with me?" Luke grins widely. "Actually I prefer Nietsche and I quote:
When you gaze into that abyss, it gazes back, and it tells you what you are made of. And, you know, you might be surprised that even in the midst of monsters, you can find your own heroism and the goodness of others.
By the way... Your mouth is open." You realise he's not joking, because your mouth did drop. But suddenly you feel words rolling out about the meaning of the quote and Luke forming a counter argument. And as you talk takes some weird turns and you end up at the maternal instincts of male seahorses you notice that during your discussion Luke twisted sideways and his left leg is bumping against your booster seat while his shirt has crept up with his waving around and you suddenly stare at the bared lower part of his abs and his bellybutton. And you want to look away. Because you never saw any of your teammates naked and never wanted too, but the skin looks almost creamily soft as it rises and falls just a little with Luke' breathing. And suddenly you lost your train of thought.
Fortunately for you you feel the bus stop before Luke can notice you're oggling him. And coach asks for attention. "Listen up you sissies. Pick a roommate and come get your keys. Take your stuff and settle in. Dinner is in an hour." A stampede of jocks thunders by untill only you, Luke and coach remain on the bus. Coach nods and hands you a tiny key, room 13 it says. "They have made preparations for one tiny on one of the beds. So you'll be fine there. It includes room service if you prefer. But there are also tiny tubes to transport you."
Tiny tubes specifically installed in many buildings so the tinies can get around safe. Usually with rolling floors like you only see in airports to add a bit of speed. It's how you get around school too.
"So," coach continues, "it's your pick, there's a second bed. You can either room with me, Luke or have Luke and me sleep in a different two bed room." Luke chuckles "Don't room with coach, he snores like a logger. And please don't make me room with him." You grin. "Fine, Luke and I can share I guess." Coach nods. Don't stay up all night discussing seahorses and demons though. And if anything is wrong, just call room 21." He hands Luke a normal sized key for room thirteen and gets of the bus. Luke places his hand down next to you. "Hop on roomy, let's see how lucky our thirteen is."
You hesitate for a second. You don't usually enjoy being carried. But you also don't want to offend Luke, especially now that you've accepted him as a roommate so you hop on. His hand is a bit clammy. But as he slowly closes it a little to cup you in you do feel safe.
It doesn't take long before Luke opens the door and you enter a large room. It's a cozy room with a table a couch a TV and two beds seperated by a nightstand. On one of the mattress is replaced by an almost exact replica of the room. Without a roof. Except for the place you imagine holds the bathroom. "Wow, amazing." Luke says as he places you gently in your very own apartment. Then he turns to look around and you notice that this gives you a perfect view of a double full moon right above you like it is shining through a sky light. You quickly turn away and start unpacking your stuff in tint closets and the tiny bathroom with toilet and shower. When you get back out you see Luke looking down at you scurrying about. "So wanna watch a bit of TV before dinner?" You look at the tv and couch next to you. "But... You don't fit." He laughs and makes a grand gesture all around, "but guess what, you're gonna fit perfectly out here wit me." You laugh and agree. " Without asking Luke grabs you and places you on the armrest of the couch and he sits down next to you and turns on the tv. There's a re-run off 'detective tiny and his giant caseload' on which is usually good for a few laughs. You notice Luke sitting next to you has put one of his bare feet up and is massaging it with a look of pain on his face. "You okay?" He nods, "just a slight sprain in the arch." Nothing a bit of rubbing won't fix. Before you realise what you're saying you utter, "need some help?" This gets you a surprised look, but a second later he says, "sure if you don't mind." And he scoots over to the other end of the couch and puts his feet up, leaning his head on the other armrest.
You slide down to the seat cushion and walk over to his injured foot. It smells a bit, because well. He hasn't washed up. But it's not too bad, because he didn't do much walking. You know you shouldn't start to soft for that might just tickle so you really launch yourself at the arch and start massaging. After a few tries you find a knot and Luke hisses, but as you push deep he suddenly relaxes and even moans. "Oh, that's the spot..." After a few more minutes you stop and Luke Lowe's his leg 'injured foot, closest to the edge to the floor and pulls up his leg closest to the backrest by bending his leg at the knee, far in the distance you see his torso rise as he sits up. The position that he is in give you a full view of not just his ass, but also his large bulge. So you focus on his face. "Thanks man, that feels a lot better. Wish I could return the favour, but I think I might really hurt you if I tried. So is there anything else I can do for you as a thank you instead?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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