Remembering lovers

It was a pleasant Saturday morning. I fell on my feet after running 10km around the school field. I didn't know it yet but someone was actually eying me from afar.

The day was the 7th of January 2006. The band was having their first band practice of the season. I auditioned and was sorted into the percussion section, where most of the people around me was as rowdy and rough as it can get. I'm not that bad of a lad either but I'm more of a calm tranquil kind of dude. I didn't know what to make of my self yet because I wasn't sure of my sexuality.

And being in the percussion section only made it worse. I was by far the tallest among the juniors and could easily tower over tons of seniors in the band. But keeping issues to myself, I chose to remain quite and keep things to myself.

In the band there's this one guy that caught my eye. A junior too, by the name of Jeff. He was a trumpeter and mind you, he has the look of a model, a body of a athlete and a smile that could light up my night. I fell in love instantly. But as it naturally goes, love wasn't an easy game to play. I kept things to myself and from far, I cursed myself for not making the first move.

***

As I was trying to get back on my feet, my arm was caught by a strong hand, helping me getting back on my twos. I look up to see a face that almost knocked the life out of me. It was Jeff and the expression on his face was priceless. A face of concern and care was clear on his face.

"Hey Adrian, are you okay? That's one nasty cut you have there. Let me help you,"

Understand this. Throughout my entire life in junior school, Jeff and I never spoke to each other. What more to say being face to face and talk like this.

"Err, oh. I'm fine. Just a cut. I think I'll be fine," i lied.

"I don't think so. Let me help you to the nurse's office. That blood on your knee doesn't look like okay. Here, take my towel," He sit me down and tried to make a crochet on my knee. But the towel was too short. So at that instant, he took of his shirt and tie it around my knee.

To my surprise, he revealed a well-developed muscular body with rock hard abs and granite pecs. His skin was pale white and a little trail that led from his navel to possibly his pubes. He stretched his arms and flex his biceps a bit to 'show' his strong guns he has there. I was awed and to tell you the truth, a little turned on. I never watch Jeff shirtless before.

But, I did imagined how he would've look like under that hung over clothes he usually wear. The sight was heaven and the sun that reflected on the sweat on his abs was like the sun itself. My jaws were practically dropped.

"Can you walk with me?" he asked. My head was still in a frenzy from that little show he had. So the second time he asked I said "Yea".

Just as I tried to stand, I fell down again. Some of you guys may think that I was playing damsel in distress but it really does hurt. Without saying anything, Jeff pulled me up and carried me on his arms. And yea, Jeff was 6'2 and I was about 5'11. Not that I was complaining, but to see a guy cradling another is not really a normal sight we have in an all boys school in this little city of Kuching.

I was like "Shit man. Put me down!" I tried pushing him away, but his grip was so strong that I needed help just trying to move his hands away from me.

"Hey, you want to get to the nurse or no?! I'm helping you out here, like if there's any other way we can get there, do tell me. And from what I see, you can't do anything much from here. I'm cradling you and that's the end of it!" he said in a stern voice.

***

All the way from the field to the nurse's office, I was blushing and practically humiliated. It was a relief that the day was a Saturday. The hallway was empty. I was still struggling to get myself down.

"Hey, can you put me down now? I bet you're tired right? I think my legs are fine now. I can walk on my own," my voice was a little shaky and aflutter. Jeff chuckled.

"If you think I'm gonna let you walk on your own now, you can forget about it. This arms are made for carrying things Adrian. And is that a sign of queasiness i sense there? Haha." He smirked at me and my heart melted.

A few more steps and I realize we were heading the wrong direction. So I asked "Hey where are we going? This nurse's office is upstairs."

"Hey, it's Saturday. No nurse would wanna work on a saturday. I'm taking you to the locker room. I have iodine and bandage in my locker. We'll swab the cut and I'll put some cotton on it,"

***

Jeff pushed the door to the room with his shoulder and walked right in. All the way there, I could feel his strong biceps behind my back. And I thought that he's gonna sore after carrying me for so long. But after putting me down on the bench, he picked up a table and carried me on top of it.

"Lay still, ya. This might hurt a bit but stay really still. I'm going to need to clean the dirt off. And the blood," his eyes glimmered with concern and empathy. I was totally lost and I was a bit confused. I didn't know how to respond. I just nod and tried to stay still.

After cleaning everything up, applied some antiseptic and iodine, he said "Done. Now you just need to rest for a while. We'll get back to the band later. I'll go back and check out with the leaders,"

All of the sudden, my hand jerked up and held on to his forearm.

"Hey, can you wait for me? I don't wanna stay here all alone. And I just need a few more minutes and I think I'll be walking then. Just a few more minutes. Sorry to bother you with this petty stuff,"

Jeff smiled and sit back down. I handed him back his shirt. "Sorry to you had to cradle me around the school and be shirtless like this," I was honestly scared that he's gonna act up, so i kept my eyes down on the floor.

"It's okay. You were injured anyway. And I think this could be a god chance to get to know you better." he said. "By the way, I'm Jeffrey Mark. I know we had a few classes together, but we never really talked. So yea. You're Adrian right? Adrian Zachary Benjamin,"

I was really stunned that he knew my full name. I would never in my lifetime in the school suspect tat he'd known anything about me. "How did you know my name?" I asked, a little nervous.

"I know a lot about you. You've just transferred here from ******, right? Honestly, I was a little attracted to you. The moment you stepped into English class, you almost threw me off my wagon."

His confession a few seconds ago almost threw me off the bench. My eyes went blank for a second there, i thought i was going to faint.

My hands were trembling, not from the pain, but the feeling of embarrassment. I didn't know what to say. I was practically dumbfounded. Jeff pulled my chin and his blue eyes shot through my light green eyes like a laser. A slight fear was growing in me. What if he's playing a joke on me? What if all of this is just a game he's playing to see if I'm really a faggot. Then...

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