Every day seemed to get a little warmer. When the weather channel threatened temperatures of 98° to 100°, a little warmer meant too much. Today was no exception. Away from the heat, Aaron was lounging on his couch. Rather than venturing the oppressive Summer outside, he mindlessly flipped through the channels; nothing was ever on at this time of day. Erik, his new roommate, was supposed to arrive around noon. Now three hours late, Aaron waited impatiently for his arrival. Erik was his ex-roommate's younger brother. After nearly two years, Samantha finally landed that job she had always wanted. However, that job she wanted was nearly 500 miles west of here.
When faced with the prospect of paying the bills of the small house alone, she suggested Aaron let her younger brother stay with him. She insisted he was a cool guy, and Aaron didn’t make nearly enough to refuse her. Plus, her younger brother needed a place to stay. He also so happened to be incredibly hot. When presented a photo of boy who'd be showing up to live with Aaron, it made his decision simple. A day after she had packed the last boxes of her many possessions, there Aaron was: alone and waiting for the arrival of her kin.
Aaron could only flip through the same channels so many times before he was forced to settle on the least uninteresting program. It wasn't long afterward that Aaron began to drift away. Somewhere between consciousness and an afternoon nap, the 21 year-old was strewn over the sofa. He was an athletic guy and certainly got enough attention for it. His country boy good looks weren't unnoticed at school either.
The soft droning of the television was interrupted by a loud knock which startled the young man.
“It’s open!” he rubbed his eyes as the door opened. Standing there with a large box tucked beneath his right arm was Erik. He was taller than Aaron had expected. And handsome! Aaron’s cool blue eyes wandered aimlessly over the tall young man. Within seconds, he found himself smirking foolishly like a boy presented with a shiny new toy. Over Erik's square jaw formed a hesitantly. His lips were pouty and soft looking. His eyes were dark and chocolate as they gazed at Aaron with equal curiosity.
Aaron rose to his feet slowly, reaching a toned arm forward to greet him. Erik quickly set the box he’d been transporting down, grabbing the other man’s hand with a firm shake.
“I’m Erik,” the man spoke with a soothing baritone, the trace of a southern twang clinging to his consonants. This was Samantha's brother, alright. “You must be Aaron.”
Aaron nodded slowly, managing a quiet, “uh-huh.” He seemed to be suffering a slight lack of oxygen to his brain as he eyed the other man. Erik’s large arms were like canons. His biceps stretched the sleeves of his green t-shirt. The faded surfers' logo strained as his chest rose and fell beneath the fabric. Meanwhile, Erik seemed to be sizing Aaron up as well. He gazed down at the slightly shorter man as Aaron raked his fingers through his short blond hair.
“You need help unpacking your stuff?” Aaron finally offered, leaning over to pick up the box. He couldn’t help but to sneak in a brief inspection of the boy’s lower half. His thick legs were tightly encased in dark denim. Erik must’ve been wearing boxers, a large bulge snaked down his left thigh. It seemed that Erik had a few inches on Aaron in more ways than one.
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