I wait for too long

I’m unsure of how long I’ve been sitting here for, drifting into my own world, thinking about what my next move of the day is when the next class starts rushing in. Before long I’m seated between two people in a class that I’ve never attended before, for a course I don’t take and that is so full if I left it would feel as though I’m calling attention to myself.

I don’t recognise the man sitting to my left, he’s got pale white skin, green eyes and short ginger hair. He has a slim but not skinny physique, the type people are jealous of because when asked how they achieved it they always says “oh I don’t really do anything, it’s just how I am.” His eyes have drifted towards me, he raised his eye brows at me and gave me a lopsided grin.

The heat inside me felt almost like an inferno now, begging me to let it out, it hasn’t had a chance to die down since the voice behind me left the class and it won’t now that I’m sat between two gorgeous men.

I turned my head to my right. I did recognise the person sitting on that side of me. He was the type of person you saw around uni and nodded at. You didn’t know each other but you’d seen enough of each other for it to be weird if you just didn’t acknowledge their existence.

I think his name was Marcel, he played for the uni’s volleyball team, his muscles bulged under a button down shirt that looked as though he’d had to squeeze into it, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. I wonder if he has just come straight from practice. A pair of sunglasses rested upon his head, nestling into his black hair. The skin on the knuckles of his dark brown hands was slightly grazed. Presumably from volleyball practice.

He seemed confused to see me but soon a smile appeared on his face as he looked me up and down. His eyes resting on my straining member for just a second. He opened his mouth to say something but as he was about to a presentation popped onto the board and their professor started talking.