Sweet Sensations

Chapter Three

Xavier

It was like turning a corner and having my number one masturbatory fantasy of all time staring me straight in the face.

It wasn't even like that. It just was that.

It was Dominick. Dominick who commanded the room just by being in it. Dominick who I used to watch walk across campus, studying the way he moved his body and swung his hips. With eyes speckled with gold and big, strong hands. Being charmed by Dominick could make you feel lovesick, but at least you'd have company. His smile alone was enough to bring half the student body to their knees.

The night of the game came back to mind so vividly I could smell the beer in the room and hear the laughter of my dormmates as I ran away.

And I could see his horrified face.

Absolutely disgusted by me.

"Are you... are you visiting Denver?" I asked, stuttering out the words. "What brings you to Baker?"

My cock throbbed to attention, like it could sense all on its own that the real, live Dominick was towering in front of us with a New York City haircut and gym build.

"For a year," he said, his eyes falling to the rows of nougats. He snapped back up to face me. "That's actually why I'm here. I'm overseeing a major citywide development project. We're going to be adding a bus stop to your corner, among other things."

"What!" I said, startled away from my fantasies and back to reality. "You're adding a bus stop to this corner? Where would it even go?"

"Where that abandoned garden is," he said, gesturing over his shoulder.

"Abandoned garden?" I protested. "That's Grandma Mayer's garden!"

He picked his coffee back up, frowning as he sipped from it. "Who is Grandma Mayer?"

I sighed, leaning forward on the table. "She died a couple of years ago. Her kids haven't really been interested in keeping the garden up. You should have seen it when she was still in charge, though. She opened the garden for anyone who would stop by, and plenty of people did. It fills with flowers in the summer, and half the time she'd shove a tomato in your pocket on the way out."

He chuckled. "Sounds sweet. I guess her kids must have sold it to the city, though, because the lot is in Denver's possession."

My heart ached to think of the garden being turned into a bus stop. "It's still so beautiful, though," I protested. "And a bus stop? Really? Can't you just put on the street or something?"

"It will be a green bus stop," he said confidently. "There will be landscaping built into the design, stretching back into the lot, and a solar-powered warming station for the winter. We have a great contemporary design team from Norway doing the project."

All my anxieties about my sexual fantasies disappeared in a whoosh, replaced by honest concern for Sweet Sensations and our little corner of the neighborhood. I couldn't believe that Dominick had flown all the way back to Denver from New York City just to flip a few more of my dreams upside down. After the frustrating night at the kink party, I felt like I was on a real losing streak.

"Can I show you something outside?" I asked. Dominick nodded, and I headed to the door. "Help yourself to a nougat," I said over my shoulder. "They're good for you."

We got out to the corner, where a few people were strolling by and a couple of tables outside the small café were occupied. I pointed to the brick building across the street. There was a board nailed over the front door, and curtains were drawn over the front windows.