High School Jock And Gay Nerd Pt 5

He tastes so good, how can a tongue taste this good, like mint and agave nectar, what?! HOW!?
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~Devlin~
The contents of my stomach – merely a piece of toast dressed with butter and honey and a few sloshes of orange juice – swirled freely like a snow flurry. Stationed in the driver’s seat of the borrowed automobile, I fidgeted nervously.
Why I couldn’t bring myself to enter the house, my home territory, was beyond me. Idle and impotent, I realized I didn’t usually experience this brand of physical anxiety, the crippling variety that then glued me to the leather seat. Curious how Jake’s body seemed to react in accord with its typified behavioral patterns when presented with key stimuli. Ever intrepid (or at least intending to be), I’d not often experienced such overwhelming unease at the arrival of a socially unmanageable encounter.
I was inordinately contemplative. The night before, I lost an hour to fruitless, neurotic postulation, and when I finally caught the winks I did they were far from fully restful. Though mired in these thoughts and feelings, my mental preoccupation was far more familiar to me than the physical toll the anxiety took on Jake’s body. I couldn’t comprehend the torturous unease, the painful jolting of my visual memory rapt by the still lingering dream, the jarring lurch of my stomach.
Housed in this beautiful boy’s body, enchanted in my dreams by the promise of sex, bound to subconsciously worship the temple in which I’d come to abide…
Hijacking Jake’s body for this extended joy ride had a certain superficial comfort, but that was pried away…
My mind floated away from the temple of his golden brow, towering atop his strong neck, the shelf of broad shoulders, and yearned for return. I was detached from myself and from...