Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:04:05 -0700 (PDT) From: rock_on_summer@yahoo.com Subject: His body is my universe 5 I know I haven't posted anything in...a looooooong time. Sorry about that. Part of the reason is, I really don't like this chapter much and I changed it about fivteen times and finally settled for this, and I guess it works. But read it anyways, the next chapter is going to be better, so please wait with flames until you've read chapter 6.. Constructive critizism is, of course, as always welcome. rock_on_summer@yahoo.com Another thing: English not my first language, and I lost touch with my editor (you still out there?) So excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, I don't make them on purpose. Disclaimer: I came up with this myself. Be mature enough to read it, if not at least be over 18 (or how old your country says you should be.) There is some colourful language in this story. There might be sex. I was already missing Case. He had been gone for only twenty minutes and I was already missing him. Pathetic, I know. I couldn't call him because he was in a seminar. I sat pouting on the couch in our living room, hugging a pillow. Didn't make me feel better. I was moping around the kitchen, trying to fix a salad, but opted for a peanut butter sandwich instead. Made my mouth sticky. I thought about what he had said about my figure and even though I knew he had been joking, I decided I probably should do something to help me look trimmer. I was skinny, but as soon as I gained a little weight it would all collect around my stomach area and make me look weird. Flabby, like a cartoon character. I decided I needed some work-out and if running wasn't for me, maybe dancing was. I was lucky and there was step-aerobic on the TV. I used the "stage" in our living room as a step and tried to do all the things the girl on TV did. After half an hour I was sweaty, felt my untrained muscles ache and felt stupid for even trying. This was certainly not as easy as it looked. I was getting frustrated, so I sat on the couch and watched the stupid girl with the stupid 6inch waist do her stupid steps. God I hated thin people. I looked at the piece of chocolate in my hand that I had not remembered pulling out of the candy drawer. I put it down and checked the box. Empty. I hated the skinny girl on the screen even more. I was still tired from last night and must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remembered was Case wiping some chocolate of my chin and giving me a kiss. My neck must have been in a weird position because when he woke me up I felt that the muscles at the back of my neck where really tense and I couldn't move my head to my side. To top it off I had the worst headache ever. "I'm going to bed" He announced. "Hi honey. How are you? I love you, too" I said grumpily. Yeeesh I really needed to teach him some manners. "I'm tired and I have the worst headache ever. I'm sorry if I'm not being the most polite and sociable person in this world. You're supposed to understand that, you know" he scolded me. "And to tell me that you woke me up?" I asked, getting agitated. Did he think he was the only one having a bad day? "Good night" "I'm sleeping on the couch!" I bitched "Fine!" he yelled "Fine!" I yelled back -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up to the feeling of somebody cuddling himself to my back. Our couch wasn't the biggest; it was small for one person and certainly not big enough for two. "What are you doing out here" I whispered to him. "I missed you" he purred "the bed is really big and cold and lonely without you, you know" "Hm, you're so sweet" "I love you" he whispered and that was the last thing I heard. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The thing that woke me up was a long groan from Case. I noticed that sometime during the night I had tossed and was now sprawled out on his chest, lying fully on top of him. Which was really comfortable for me, but while he had a good definition going on, he would still be considered light, so I guess I was kind of squishing him. "Whoops" I said and got off him only to land on the floor. Darn, I had forgotten that we were still on the couch "Ouch" He peeked down at me. "Are you ok, pumpkin?" I scratched my head and wrinkled my forehead. I checked my elbows and finally decided that I was. "Yeah" I said and gave him a big boyish grin. "Good" came his reply and he rolled off the couch, landed on top of me and guided his mouth to mine to give me a long, wet kiss with lots of tongue. What followed next is very private and highly erotic. Let me just say it involved lots of groaning, my back being scraped up on the wooden floor and ended with a happy Case leaving me exhausted on the couch. When I finally got the energy to get up Case was long gone and I was feeling lonely again. So I called him. "Hi Hun" "Hi Sweetie, what's the matter?" "Nothing much, bored without you" I replied and fiddled with the seam of my t-shirt. "Whenever you're in between projects you get like that. You're either way too busy or you're bored" "Well, I'm not a guy that goes for what's just average and ...boring" "Neither am I sweetie, that's why I'm with you" Case whispered warmly, making my heart melt. Making me feel all warm and gooey inside. Making me remember the moment across our living-room wall where I had proposed to him only two days ago. "I want to hug you right now, Case" I told him, whishing he was here. "I'll be back in only 7 hours" he told me, and I heard him chuckle. "That's sooooooo long" I whined. "I know. Why don't you try something new? That'll make time fly" "Like what?" "I don't know, aren't you supposed to be the creative one?" So I decided to do the step aerobic thing with the TV again. I hated it. Two minutes of an awfully trim woman in turquoise spandex with a pink string over it and a bad haircut saying "Up and down and up and down" made me so aggressive that I spat at the TV. After I wiped of my salvia with a tissue I decided that I didn't want to give in just yet. I decided to call Eddie. Eddie was a personal trainer at a gym and he knew what to do when one lacked motivation. "Well, you'll have to find something you like. Something that doesn't feel like its a burden. And then you've got to follow through, stick with it, even though you don't always like it" he told me. I think that was the big problem. If I didn't like something, I didn't do it. "Hm. How do I find something I'll always like? I know I don't like doing reps on a machine, I know I don't like running..." "No, you probably need a sport that combines different types of exercise, so you won't get bored. And you'd probably be better off in a team; they'll make you continue even when you lack motivation" Hm. Was sex considered a sport? Maybe I should assume a more active role in that. I'd certainly never lack motivation. "I have a customer from this gay cheerleading squad that practices in a gym in town. He tells me they have to dance, tumble, throw each other around. He makes it sound like fun and not at all like you would suspect from clichés. I'll give him a call to find out when the hours are" Wow. He didn't even give me time to protest. Eddie called me a few minutes later and told me he had told Jeff, the cheer boy that I was going to be at practice tonight at six. Just to find out if I liked it, of course. But cheerleading? Yelling rah rah, for stinky footballers? I had never seen a male cheerleader and just associated cheerleading with the ditsy girls at my high school. Usually not as charming as you would suspect from somebody that stands on the sidelines as decoration but with a loud voice that made you think of an army officer. "GO DENFENSE GO! GO DEFENSE GO. Last time. GO DEFENSE GO" Hopefully they wouldn't be like that at practice. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Case called to tell me he would be home at eight or later, because apparently some dumbo had fucked with his database and something got mixed up, so now he had to repair the damage. He defiantly worked too much. I admired that he never complained about that though. He rarely talked to me about his work, I'm not too sure what he does if I'm being honest, but he never bitched about how tiring his job was. And it had to be tiring working such long hours. Sometimes he needed half an hour to calm down after he had gotten home from work, he'd just go to our bedroom, change, sometimes take a shower. But after that he would come to see me and start something to annoy me, ruffle my hair or something. Sometimes when I would walk pass him he'd trip me and catch me, then he'd tell me not to kill myself and ask for a kiss for the hero who rescued me from immediate death, or, at least, from severe injury. Usually my days seemed very short because I spent them painting. The hours flew by doing that so it wasn't that I got bored without Case around. Today it actually suited me fine that he got home late, because then I could try cheerleading and tell him afterwards if I liked it. And impress him with showing initiative. He wouldn't even notice that I wasn't home. .................................................................................................................................... So at five I started getting together everything that Eddie had told me I needed. Runners, a shirt, sweatpants, a towel, shower stuff even though I didn't plan on getting that sweaty, after all I was just looking at the sport to find out if I liked it. I wasn't really gonna do much, right? Just watch. I drove to the gym that Eddie told me to go to and was suddenly nervous. A gay cheerleading squad? What if they didn't like me? O hell, I'd just quit! I hadn't even started yet and already thought about quitting!? But what if I really liked the sport a lot but couldn't stand the team? 'Very unlikely I liked any sport' I told myself. When I went in I was met by the smell of wood, sweat, stale air and... a hunk. A tall, seriously muscled, blond, tanning-bed-skinned "Dude" with pearly white teeth that he showed with a huge grin, dressed only in blue, shiny shorts and a white wife beater. He approached me and introduced himself as Jeff. "And you must be Lucy, Eddie told me you were coming" he said as he pulled me into a welcoming, brotherly hug. "Is that your real name, by the way?" "No, it's Ludwig, but call me Lucy, everybody does, well except the people that like to annoy me" Like Case sometimes. Ok, most of the times. After that he introduced me to the others that were there. The whole 4 of them. Heather, a big-boobed girl with long, dirty-blond hair. She looked incredibly strong and was taller then me, but still looked very feminine. She was nice, I liked her immediately. Matt, another huge guy, leaner then Jeff with light skin and short dark hair, red pouty lips, very nice to look at, actually. He seemed kind of shy, which surprised me, because I always thought you needed to be outgoing to be a cheerleader. Then there was Lindy, a cute small girl, younger then everybody else, the rest seemed to be over twenty, she appeared to be in her mid-teens. She was very energetic but in a sweet way, not in the annoying way. She was doing cartwheels while talking to me and her black hair that was tied into a ponytail was almost touching the ground when she stood on her hands and let herself fall backwards to do a bridge. Crazy. "Its only the six of us today, usually we are almost twenty, but most are on vacation, sick with the flu or injured. We'll have to figure out the best position for you. You look light" Hm, I had started the thing to loose my flab, but ok, if he said so. And what position anyways? "You afraid of heights?" Matt asked me. "Never had a reason to be" I said uncertainly. I had kind of figured that, since we were the guys and the stronger sex by definition, we would lift up the girls. Turned out I was wrong and I found myself standing on Heather and Matt's hands, high above their heads, with Jeff in the back stabilizing my ankles and Lindy telling me not to look down, to put my arms up right and to "Smiiiiiiile" *flash** flash*flash*. And she took my picture with a digital camera. Then they dipped me and caught me, almost lying on my back. "Good job, Lucy!!!" I was proud of myself. And it had been fun, too. "You are my new top now!" Jeff exclaimed. Hm, with Case I bottomed most o the time... "Can I try him, too?" Heather asked. "No way! That would look too weird, a guy on a girl!" Matt protested. "Then I get Lindy!" and she grabbed Lindy's hand. "Hands off, Lindy is mine!" Matt said. "Well I'm my self's, but I'll share with both of you" Lindy winked. "Ok? Sorry Heather, but I don't do girls" I said sceptically. I hoped I understood things the wrong way and this didn't turn into an orgy. I was engaged after all. I did a little happy dance inside my head. I was engaged!!! "Its easy, Lucy, you'll like it" Jeff said. "Not too convinced here" I replied, pointing at myself. "I'll explain. You stand in front of me and just put your hands on my arms. I'll toss you up and you jump at the same time. Then you just stay tight" "Ok" Even though I probably wasn't the tightest guy in the world, not after this morning, hehe. I know I'm disgusting and have a one-tracked mind. So what? And before I had time to think about it he already said: "Ready? One, two" and down-up it went. And then I was on his hands. I felt thrilled, but wasn't scared. I felt safe actually. Like riding a rollercoaster. You know it could be dangerous, but science tells you it isn't. "Cool, it worked on the first try! That never happens! I'm totally impressed" said Matt who was next to Jeff, prepared to catch me in case something went wrong. "And it looked good, too. I'm jealous" Lindy said. Apparently I was a natural at stunting. Next they tried to show me a dance. I knew I could dance. I loved music and in a dance bar I could dance all night long (and catch some attention, too). This was entirely different. "No need to shake your ass like that! Keep control of your limbs!" Drill-Sergeant Heather yelled. "Keep your upper body tight! Yeah, that's better! Tight!" Jeff said and slapped his chest. Tight again? I was sweaty and getting annoyed. This was harder then it looked like. You had to remember what to do, when to do it and the movements were really unfamiliar. "It'll get better once you get used to the motions. Its always the same, you just have to practice that" Matt encouraged me. Lindy was dancing along and she looked didn't seem to love this either. She rolled her eyes when Jeff told her to concentrate. "Sharper motions, Lucy. Gosh, don't be limp-wristed like that, that looks so gay!" Heather yelled. "Well here's news to you, I AM GAY!" I bitched. I was getting tired of this sport already. Why was I trying to do a sport anyways? Oh, right. I was fat. But was this really worth it? I'd just stop eating. I wouldn't get fat, I wouldn't sweat like this and I wouldn't get yelled at. Then I thought of chocolate. Ok fine, I'll dance. I was glad when we finished practice with a couple of stretches. The first part of practice had been fun but I didn't know if it was for me. They invited me back to come to practice on Monday and Wednesday. "Come on Lucy! You want to come back! I know you do!" Lindy exclaimed after I had told them that I had to think about it and she poked my stomach. Sore already. "Well, haven't you got me figured out?" I said. "Lindy can read minds so listen to her and follow your wishes" Jeff said with a chuckle, which got him a fist on the arm by Lindy "and we really need a top" "Group hug for Lucy!" Heather yelled and the all ran to me, almost tackled me, got me in their middle and put sloppy kisses on my forehead, cheeks and chin. It did feel kind of good. "Ok, guys. I might come back on Monday, but I don't know about Wednesday yet" I managed to get out. Depends on what I feel like, I thought. I was such a mean liar. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Case called me again after I had gotten home and told me he would work really late today, I shouldn't wait up for him. I didn't hear him come home and was fast asleep when he crawled under the covers around two o'clock in the morning. But of course the bastard had to wake me. How he had the energy to have sex after a day that he had started hung over and sleep deprived and then had worked 18 hours straight I did not know. He woke me by biting my neck lightly and using his finger to lube my rosebud. The pressure of his hard member on my ass was what got me fully awake. I was prepared for a rough, maybe even agitated fucking, but instead he was very gentle and loving. He caressed my shoulder and lightly tweaked my nipple. Then he slowly slipped into me, filling me up, holding on to my hip, kissing my neck, making me sigh. He stayed in me without moving for a few minutes just breathing in my ear, stroking my hair, kissing my jaw line. He slowly started to move in me, with such small thrusts that at first I thought he might just be breathing hard. He slowly pushed in as far as he could, pulled out just millimetres and pushed back in slowly, all the while feeling my chest, biting my neck, licking my ear. In the position we were in I couldn't face him, and he was totally in control. When he let his hands wander down he passed the very sensitive area around my waistline, making my muscles convulse in a wonderful mixture of pleasure and ...ticklishism. I squirmed a little but couldn't really move, because he kind of had me pinned. He chuckled when he noticed that it was a sensitive spot, well, he'd probably known all along and tickled me on purpose. He chuckled again when I shook my head and I could feel him move inside me. His hand travelled down to my erection and he started to paint little patterns on it with his index-finger and almost no pressure. It was driving me crazy. "I love you" he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe again, forcefully thrusting deep into me all the sudden and finally enveloping my hard-on in his fist. I felt myself going of and my sphincter going into contractions around him, him biting my neck, going faster, deeper thrusting deeper. In a cheap romance story we would've come together and fallen asleep in each others arms, since this is reality of course he wasn't done, so I had to endure him a while longer. After we were both spent, I fell asleep with him spooning me, the sweat of our passion gluing us together. "I missed you today" were the last words I was aware of. And I think he said he loved me again... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning I woke up with a full bladder and I was instantly in pain. This was bad. Case was still sleeping peacefully next to me as I strained to get up and limped to the bathroom. Walking had never been this painful, I decided as I crawled back into bed and prepared to stay in there all day long. I must have fallen asleep again because I woke to Case biting my neck (again, seems this is his way of warning me) and laying half on top of me, caressing my back and butt as I was lying on my tummy. I felt tense and actually groaned when he moved just a little to give me a kiss between my shoulder blades. "Are you all right, hun?" he asked concerned as he sat up in bed next to me, taking the covers with him, leaving me in the cold. "No. I'm sooore!" I whined. And I was. I could feel it now. My whole back was tight, my legs were knotty and hurt and my butt cheeks felt as if somebody had injected some liquid that had turned to iron over night and it felt swollen. Even my arms hurt. "Are you sure? You have a bruise on you back. I thought I was gentle last night!" and he caressed my back. "You were! I got up earlier and went to the bathroom. Ouch!!!" I whined as he poked my bruise. Bastard! "You don't get bruises like that from going to the bathroom! And you usually take it a lot harder then yesterday without..." he trailed off "It's like...your back, it's all...knotty!" he said as he massaged the sore and swollen muscles along my spine. "What the hell did you do yesterday?" He asked. Now I remembered. This was what sports did to me. I was allergic. It gave me sore muscles and if body contact was involved, bruises. I bruised easily. Curse of being a blond fair-skinned boy. "Don't laugh" I warned him. "I'll...try not to" Yeah, right. I groaned as he started massaging my tense shoulders. "Ouch!" I protested. "Aww, poor Lucy" And he kissed my shoulder. "Shut up! This is bad!" I said with half the pillow in my mouth. "Probably. I mean it looks bad. How did you do it? It looks like somebody punched you in the back, or as if you fell on something hard" Hm. Jeff's hard-muscled arms, maybe. "I tried a sport" He let out a loud laugh and rolled to his side, which made him fall off the bed. That made him laugh even louder and he rolled himself to a ball laughing, pointing a finger at me. Now clearly not laughing with me. I was not amused. "Excuse me! This is not funny!" that got him laughing harder, he went red in the face and started hiccupping. "Shut up, Case! I'm in fucking pain!" "I'm sorry Lucy, but. You always say you are allergic against *hiccup* sports, it gives you sore muscles" And he started laughing again. "Why would you do such a thing? I thought artists didn't need to be sporty?" This was annoying. I should have never told him. Ass. "My body has got to be in balance with my mind if I want to be a good artist" I said seriously. He abruptly stopped laughing and looked at me dumb funded, still sitting on the floor. "Are you serious?" he asked. "No! But somebody keeps telling me I'm fat and ugly, so I kind of thought I should do something about it!" I bitched. He just rolled his eyes and got up. "I'm going to make breakfast and then you can tell me how it went after you had your first cup of coffee" And he went to the kitchen where I heard him mumble something that sounded like "Maybe then you won't be so bitchy" "I HEARD THAT!" I yelled. "Touchy. Like every morning" He said matter-of-factly as he poked his head through the bedroom door. "Well maybe because my whole body hurts! I have a big old bruise on my back and all I get is laughed at!" I replied frustrated. He went over to our bed where I was still laying uncovered on my stomach in all my naked and bruised glory and he lightly touched my back. "You know it does look bad" He said seriously. "I think we have a salve that will cool it a little bit and make the bruise go away faster" "We do?" I asked, touched that he cared so much. "Yes, but maybe you should consider seeing a doctor. The bruise is pretty bad, maybe you tore a spine-muscle. He should give you a couple of shots, maybe pain-killers against the sore muscles, they'll make you drowsy and you would probably have to stay in bed a couple of days, but considering the pain you are in you should stay in bed at least until Monday anyways" "Don't you think that's a little drastic?" I said, but worried of how bad the bruise looked. I hadn't seen it in the bathroom mirror after all, but I knew that my back was rather sensitive, and it really did hurt. "Not at all. With a torn spine-muscle you can even end up in a wheel chair when you get your chords between the bones. Maybe we should even have it surgically removed. They just take some fabric of your calf and...." I threw my pillow when I saw him cracking a smile. Ouch, throwing stuff hurt. "You asshole! I'm in pain and you are making fun of me!" "You're just scared of the surgery. It won't be that bad" he grinned. "Fuck you!" I yelled. "Maybe they'll have to put you down, but I think you are strong, you can make it despite your severe injuries" He mocked "Shut up and get me coffee, asshole!" "Yes, sir!" and he saluted. "Arrgh!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I had sipped my coffee my mood had improved considerably. Case was back with me in bed, crumbling his toast all over the sheets. "So" he began "tell me. What did you do?" "I tried step-aerobic in front of the TV..." "And what did you do? Fall of the step?" "Would you shut up and let me finish!" "Whoa, easy. Go on" "Shut up!" "I am. Zipped" And he made the zipping motion and threw the key away. "So, I was doing step aerobics and I found out I didn't really like it. So I was wondering which other sport would be cool. I don't like to run, I don't like to go to the gym, I'm not good at anything that involves throwing or catching balls, so I called Eddie. And Eddie said I needed something that wasn't boring..." "Yes...and?" He said impatiently. "You said you'd let me talk" I accused. "You start with Adam and Eve! Get to the point!" and he took a bite of his toast. "Fine! He told me he knew a guy and that he'd take me to cheerleading practice. So I met Jeff... "O my God" Case groaned and slapped his forehead" I'm dating a cheerleader. Tell me this is not true!" "You said you'd let me finish!" I swatted his chest. "So finish. Quickly. I can't believe it. I need Eddie's number to yell at him!" "Well it was fun! More fun then I expected! And I'm going back next Monday!" I chimed. Ok, so I hadn't planed on it, but I wanted to annoy Case and I hated that he didn't support me with something I wanted to do. "What?" he asked, mouth open, I think I saw some toast fall out. He wiped his chin. "You want to continue a sport that does THIS to your back? You really want to stand in the rain on the sideline yelling RAH RAH for dumb football-jocks? What team are they cheering for anyways? Why can't you find something nice, like rhythmic gymnastics or something like that? I don't like that idea!" "Because its dumb and boring! These people are fun! It's a gay cheerleading-squad and I don't think they are even cheering for any team" "I want to see you in a mini-skirt with pom-poms" he remarked sarcastically. "They have guys, too!" "Yeah, right" "Yes. Jeff is very big and muscular. He works out with Eddie and I think he might even be heavier then him. And Matt is taller then you are and also very trim" He regarded me sceptically. Was that jealousy in his eyes? No, Case was much too self-assured of himself for that. "Why would they want to be cheerleaders then?" "Well the boys are called cheer BOYS and they throw the girls around..." I lectured. "Why would you be there then?" he interrupted me (again) "I mean. You don't throw girls around, do you? No you wouldn't" and he looked me up and down, like he was guessing how much I could lift. Pissed me off. "No I don't. But I could if I wanted to. I'm getting another bagel. Do you want anything?" And I slowly got up, groaning and gasping included. Sore muscles really sucked. "Hm. ..You?" he asked mischievously "Well, you have to wait till I finish my bagel" Turned out he didn't want to wait that long, but I was good at multitasking. I know, I'm a dirty slut.