I knew this twink was going to be trouble from the moment I opened the door. I think it was something about the look he gave me when he saw me standing there: it was the look of someone who wants something and knows they’re going to get it.
I couldn’t help scanning him up and down, checking him out. He had this loose-fitting muscle shirt with arm holes that opened almost to his waist, showing off a lean torso with smooth, taut, flawless skin. His shorts were short enough to show off some skinny but muscular thighs, and tight enough that I knew I was going to get a good view of a great ass as soon as he turned around. He had dark hair, almost as dark as mine, mostly tucked under a cap. Clean shaven, youthful looking. Maybe twenty? Twenty-one? And as he stood there he removed his sunglasses, revealing sharp green eyes that made an obvious show of scanning me up and down too.
As he assessed me a grin slowly spread across his face. A little smug, a little mischievous. He cocked his head slightly. “Hey. Nico?”
I nodded. It was a second or so before I’d realised I was grinning back at him. “Yeah. Levi?”
“That’s right. Nice to meet you, Nico.” For a second the two of us both stood there in a charged silence, until Levi prompted me: “Can I come in?”
“Oh yeah, of course,” I replied, feeling a little stupid that this cute twink had managed to fluster me a little. I stepped aside, gestured, and he walked past me into the apartment. I turned as he did, checked out his ass. It looked as good as I’d expected.
He turned around, dropped his bags, and faced me. “Nice place you got here,” he said. He wasn’t even looking at the apartment though, his gaze was fixed directly on me.
“Thanks,” I replied. “Can I get you a glass of water or anything?”
Levi shook his head. “Maybe you can show me the bedroom?”
There was something about the way he said it, something about the tone of his voice that made every word sound like a provocation, that made it clear he wasn’t just asking where to put down his bags.
