I was working on a homework of mine on my pc. Practically only typing away – my thoughts – were somewhere else entirely. I was thinking about my roommate. Not like a roommate should, like that he's out too long or something, I was worried. I was so strongly worried that it wasn't normal anymore, just the fact, that I was thinking about him being away with a girl, while doing a homework on the differences and difficulties of society now and 100 years ago, was f*ing weird.

And then suddenly I heard the door. It was being opened silently, but I was having my ears on it, to know when he got back. My gaze snapped towards it in an instant and behind the half-closed door was a little shy guy fixed with his gaze inside. It followed from the right side with the beds westwards, until it hit me in front of my pc.

A smile crept its way on his face, once he saw me. "I didn't want to wake you up." He said in a happy tone. "But that didn't seem to be necessary, now was it?"

He made me smile, literally. "You know, I'm working on homework through half the night." I answered exhausted. He had finally moved from outside the door, into the room, closing it behind him afterwards and was coming in my general direction.

I knew what was coming. Ok, no mind, not me... geez such a pervert.

And he did as I suspected, he moved my chair backwards, so that he could sit in my lap. Good that my face was out of view for him, because the blush, that had spread on it wasn't too easy to miss. I didn't complain on him doing something like that... He did it for a while by then and me having a crush on him, would rather complain about him going out with girls.

"So, what are you working on?" he asked, his face scanning the screen. I put my arms around his body to rereach the keyboard. But my mind still wasn't on the task. If it wasn't without him here, it certainly would be way worse, when he was here, especially sitting in my lap.

"Something about differences and difficulties about society now and 100 years ago." I replied after a while of organising my thoughts enough to answer. I placed my head on his shoulder, which was my usual reaction, if he decided to sit in my lap.

"So why is this passage here in than?" he asked after a while of silence. My mind was going crazy by now, the warm feeling in my stomach must have been strong enough, that he'd feel it, even through our clothes.

"Um where exactly?" as response he pointed at a sentence standing on its own. 'I hope he comes back soon', it read. I looked at the passages before and afterwards, they were about the topic and worked together great without the one sentence. In fact, it didn't make any sense at all in there.

"And what about this one?" he asked pointing to one lower down, the same situation. A sentence on its own that didn't fit in. 'I know worrying for him is pretty weird, but I do' was this one. "Or that one" he pointed at yet another sentence. "And this one."

By then I saw my whole text was gapped by little sentences. But why would I write those sentences in there?

"Probably for the same reason you said that just now." I said that out loud? "Yes" ...

I was astonished by writing and saying things, I only wanted to think. He turned around in my lap, so that he was facing me. His mouth got closer to my ear. "Get your mind on the task." He whispered into it. I still wasn't really able to comprehend what he was saying. "So, who were you thinking about?" his voice sounded interested, but sad at the same time. "It was a boy obviously." He added audibly cheering up.

"How did you..." I started, but he cut me off mid-sentence:

"Know it was a boy?" he ended it. "Maybe you always wrote 'he'?" he added. "It could also have been my natural talent, or maybe I'm just amazing." He said jokingly.

"You are amazing, whatever the other options were." I whispered without realisation, upon it my cheeks naturally heated up again.

"So, was the person you were thinking of as amazing as I am?" he asked bringing us back on topic.

"Yes" was my simple answer.

"Liar! No one can be as amazing as I am!" the anger in his voice was clearly played but my mind was just too much on different things. Like the way his lips moved, or his eyes seemed to sparkle every time he said something.

"No one is" I just whispered. Under normal circumstances I never would have said that out loud, but I just wasn't anywhere as strong mentally as I normally was. I hadn't even realised that I just said that when he leaned in and placed his lips on mine.

In shock I didn't respond, so he pulled back again. But one thing I noticed was the taste of alcohol. "Are you drunk?" I asked. If he was drunk and wasn't doing any of this with free will, I couldn't proceed, no matter my feelings. He was more important, than I ever could be to me.

"Would you want me to be?"

"No, I just..." he silenced me with another kiss, this time I reacted. I was kind of prepared for it. His lips were so soft for boys' lips and his tongue was so playful, I nearly couldn't keep up. After a second I broke the kiss tough, shoving him away a little.

"Don't act like you wouldn't like me." He said mockingly.

"No, I like you. Very much in fact but this is wrong. You just went out with a girl and kiss me once you come back? I don't want you to do anything against your will."

"Did you force me into kissing you?"

"No, but..."

"No buts.... Just your one, that one's nice. Besides I went out with Charlie to a gay bar. She made me go there because she thinks I need to find a boyfriend, when in reality I have the perfect guy for that already in my bedroom, waiting back home." He explained. He turned towards my pc and a smile crept on his face again. "And apparently worrying his ass off."

Did he just say I was 'the perfect guy to be his boyfriend'? He's joking, right?

"Stop talking about me in third person and get your mind on what really matters."

"And what would that be?" I asked with a grin on my face.

"Well, for one there would be your homework..." I mentally slapped him at that point. "For another you could also kiss me, it's your choice."

I think we can all guess which option I went with.

Exactly, option one: I threw him off my lap and did my homework... Is what I would have said, if I was a complete idiot. I took the initiative and kissed him: There first kiss I could really enjoy.

And after all my mind seemed to be right: I was "coming" by the end of it.