Jeffery opened the door when he saw who it was. "Kyle, I wasn't expecting you this early."
Kyle was 6'2 of tall, rugged, handsome muscle jock, with crystal blue eyes and a dimpled smile that made Jeffery melt whenever he saw it. That smile was currently melting Jeffery right now, as Kyle revealed a big bouquet of roses he’d hidden behind his back.
Jeffery actually cried out in excitement. “OMG Kyle! You brought me roses, you handsome stud! You’re so sweet,” Jeffery squealed with excitement. Then he looked perplexed. “But what’s the occasion?”
Kyles dimples were at full power. “Can’t a guy just bring his girl a small show of appreciation? Besides, I love when you get all excited like this.” He leaned down and kissed Jeffery on the lips.
“Mmm,” Jeffery knew he should be fighting this, but the longer he was gay, the more he loved it, and the more he adored Kyle and the attention the football hunk lavished him with. “I’m sorry, I must seem like some cheesy stereotype of a gay twink.”
“No, not at all,” Kyle said sincerely, but then realized Jefferey was maybe a little bit right. “Well, even if it’s true, I love you – stereotype or not.” Kyle pulled Jeffery up off his feet, and into his strong arms. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are – I wouldn’t change a thing.” Kiss.
Jeffery moaned, completely lost in his boyfriend’s embrace and kisses. If he had been thinking about anything, whatever it was had simply evaporated now, and Jeffery realized that no matter what happened, he wanted Kyle in his life, and the way he was feeling now, never wanted his boyfriend’s firm, muscled embrace to end. “Oh God, I love you.”
From across the street and under a tree, a certain female coach watched the proceedings, just checking up on how her new pet project was going. Perfect, she thought. In fact, even better than planned. She had plans for Jeffery. Big plans. With the Chronivac, who could stop her?