Learning to Love

Chapter Five

ZEUS

I wondered what Julian was doing now. He was so hot that night, God. I didn't think Julian was one of those physical guys, but I was all for it. The Idea alone was mouth-watering. He is the cutest thing I've ever seen, with his blue eyes and messy blonde hair. I swear I could eat him up.

I closed my eyes and hummed. How many more days was it till I get to go back to Los-Angeles?

"Zeus your friend down there is having a problem and I'm sure I'm not the cause," Louis complained, trying to wiggle out of my grip. I laughed. I was in Louis' apartment spooning him on his king-size bed. I liked the apartment. It was roomy and big. I understand why Louis asked for it.

"Come on now," I teased, turning Louis to face me. I loved how he looked after s*x, all worked up and tired. He was so beautiful. Would Julian look like this? My face softened in thought.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" I said, burying my face in Louis' curls.

I loved a lot of things about Louis. I loved his messy brown curls. I loved the way his big brown eyes widened when I nuzzled or suckled his neck. I loved the feel of him under me. He was so lean, so soft. I loved how his lean well kept fingers dug into my flesh when I took him. God, who could forget how he wrapped his leg around my waist when he pleaded for more. Would Julian do the same? Would he straight up ask for it like Louis? Or would he blush at the mere idea?

"Louis," I mulled jacking his waist and rubbed our groins together. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a surprised 'oh.' Man, did I mention I loved that too? Would Julian have done the same? I rubbed our groins faster against each other whimpering at the thought of Julian. What exactly would he feel like?

"Zeus — No we can't. I'm used," he complained, trying to wiggle out of my grip.

I looked at Louis' face he was right, he was used. His lips were pink and swollen from kissing and nibbling. His face was still flushed and fresh love bites adorned his neck and chest, but I needed him. I needed Julian.

"Just a quickie." I tried to bargain kissing a trill down his chest

"No... No! that's what you said the last three times," he said, shuddering. His mouth opened in a silent moan.

"Louis," I moaned spreading his legs. He suddenly opened his eyes and scrambled away from me.

"No! We can't," Louis said, jumping to his feet before backing away from the bed.

"It's okay..." I tried to say.

"No. It's not okay. You don't — you don't usually look at me like that. Heck, you never look at me like that," Louis said, giving me a confused frown. He looked hurt, why?

"Who is he?" Louis asked starring at the floor. I widened my eyes. I haven't told him about Julian at least I don't think I have.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a ghost," Louis said facing me head on now.

"I... how did you know?" I asked. There was no point in lying. He already had me. But the fact that he figured it out — am I that obvious?

"As I said, you don't look at me like that," Louis' said rolling his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Um, so, jerk of or something," Louis said with a nervous tone. He still looked hurt. Did I do something?

"I guess I'll be in the kitchen," Louis murmured before walking his cute butt out of the room. I stretched out on the bed, thinking.

Did I really think of Julian that much?

JULIAN

I haven't seen Zeus for weeks. I was beginning to think he was avoiding me. I didn't have a phone anymore, and I couldn't just check up on him. What if he got bored and didn't want to be friends anymore? The thought alone worried me to tears. I always ended up snuggling his jacket. His jacket — it was so cozy, so warm, and it had a sensual smell that I had concluded belonged to Zeus.

It had taken a few questions here and there asking his teammates about his whereabouts to realize he was off on some business trip to France. I wanted to know more; like where he was staying, and when he was going to be back. God, I wanted to know, but I didn't want to sound like a stalker so I didn't ask. I just hoped he'll be back soon.

I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the pictures on the screen move by. I'm not sure what I'm watching, I wasn't really watching anything, I was just thinking — about things, about Zeus. It was a bit past two A.M. Linda was in bed so I could parade around in Zeus' Jacket. His jacket. I thought, snuggling into the jacket some more. It was a bit free and long at the arms. I loved it. It gave me a feeling of being engulfed by him and by his scent.

"Zeus," I mewled, tugging and kissing the hem of the collar with my lips and teeth. My face warmed up so I stopped. I don't want to think of Zeus this way. What will he think of me if he knew I felt this way? I asked myself, hugging my knees on the sofa.

Yes. I had made a conclusion. I had a school girl's crush on Zeus and a huge one at that.

I removed Zeus' jacket and brought it closer to my face, holding it tight.

"Zeus," I mewled, burying my face into his jacket. I inhaled deeply. It smelt so good. It felt so good, so like Zeus. I parted my lips and sighed. So this is how girls feel when they have crushes? I thought, rubbing my nose against the jacket. God, I need to feel it — feel it against my bare skin.

I discarded the jacket in a hurry before taking off my thin nightshirt as well. Sighing again, I held the jacket tight against my knees. I stretched it out in front of me, just looking at it. My expression softened. I wanted to see Zeus wear it. He would probably look irresistible. A surprising groan left my lips at just the thought. I brought the jacket to my face, gently rubbing my cheek against it. I have a better relationship with this jacket than with Linda.

I had to sneak the jacket in that night. I took off the jacket before I rung the bell to make sure she didn't make me return it.

I wore the jacket everywhere when Linda wasn't home or when she was asleep. I wore it for the most insignificant things like making breakfast, watching movies on the couch, to go to the bathroom — God if felt like such a pervert when I did that.

Speaking of being pervy... I looked at the jacket with wide eyes. What would it feel like to have skin on skin contact with Zeus? Would it feel weird? Would it be...? I blushed. Would it be hot? I completed in my mind and flushed the more. Well, there was only one way to find out. I thought, pressing the jacket to my bare chest.

"Zeus..." I moaned my abs contracting as the jacket grazed my n*****s. I blushed, tightening my hands over the jacket, pressing it harder over my chest. It felt so good — so hot. My face was warm, I was panting now.

"Zeus..." I mewled, my mouth parting in a silent moan. What Zeus didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? God, if he knew, he would think I was such a perv.

ZEUS

"I am a perv," I grunted, shaking my head. I haven't spoken to Julian for two weeks now. I wonder what he thought I was doing. Why had I forgotten to tell him I was flying to France?

I was looking at the display cases at a phone store. Julian needed a phone and I was going to get him one.

There were so many choices to pick from. But I wanted something that suited Julian and something that wasn't too expensive. Don't get me wrong. I'm not cheap, It's just that I'm — I'm scared, okay? I don't want Julian to have supposed interest in me because he knew I was rich. I'm taking my time. I'll tell him sooner or later. To be honest, it's more of the later. There's really no reason for him to know now.

"Excusez-moi de vous déranger, mais est-ce que vous avez besoin d'aide?"  

I heard a female voice say behind me. Turning I gave her a smile and had the delight to see her blush. She asked if I needed help and good I did. I looked at her. She was a bit pale with dark brown hair held back in a short ponytail. She was wearing a name tag that read 'Madeline'.

"Madeline," I said, testing the name as a smile made its way to my face.

"A pleasure to meet you. Do you speak English?" I asked.

"Oui," she said, beaming.

"I'm looking for something nice but not too flashy. If you know what I mean," I carried on, still looking around. I kept my hands hidden in the pocket of my faded blue jeans.

"Have you looked at a blackberry?" Madeline asked as she pointed at the top of a nearby display case. Looking up I saw a touch screen white phone that looked rather cute and plain at the same time. I liked it. It was a dying phone brand, and it was on the cheap side, so why not. 

"I want it," I said and watched as Madeline nodded and walked away to carry out the necessary procedure.

I rolled my eyes. I hated shopping when it involved me actually going to a shop. I mean that's what the internet was for. But I wanted to do this straight up and personal. I wanted to make it feel like I actually made an effort, like a normal boyfriend or someone with a love interest would.

Zeus, what are you thinking? I thought, sighing. Julian better appreciate it.

LINDA

How dumb did Julian think I was? Or was it that he didn't even bother to prevent me finding out.

Him and that jacket. I've never seen it before. It couldn't possibly be his, the way he cooed and mewled over it.

I hate to admit it but I've never seen Julian well, so happy.

I wasn't going to burn the jacket no matter how much I wanted to. I wasn't going to prove I was crazily jealous and possessive of Julian. I knew Julian was sort of scared of me. I didn't mean for him to see me that way. I just wanted him to love me. Love me as much as I loved him.

The jacket made him happy. It made him smile at me sincerely enough even though the smile wasn't meant for me. I still made me feel less hated, less scary. I won't do anything to hurt him — at least not yet. But whatever I will do, will be for his and only his good.

Of course, I was going to still do something about whoever this person was. I'm not stupid. I have to come up with something. I had to make sure Julian didn't leave me.