Now normally when someone talks about roomates or has questions or comments about them, the general consensus is to tread lightly because if you make the wrong move it could make things really uncomfortable. I had this in the back of my head for as long as I've known "Ethan". Ever since that first conversation I've been hooked...line and sinker. We both have the same build, he's ex-military; we're both gym rats. Well, while he's at "le job" I do pretty much what every lazy-ass dreams of doing... I sit at home and play with the dogs and catch up on some TiVo'd shows waiting for my phone to ring to say come into work. Now health problems aside, I'm normally a fully functional normal person. When I first told him what exactly was going on, he was hit pretty hard. Now everytime any lifting or anything strenious is involved he pretty much says no, and to let him do it. Fast-foward about 3 months and I drive his BMW, he drives the vette, and I have no problems with trusting him or him trusting me. For me thats huge. He's the first person in such a long time that I've actually let into my shell. I actually come in from work one day and he's sitting there in my shorts and boxers, no shirt just watching TV. I think ok... he just doesn't have any clean clothes right now. So I make my way to the kitchen and I was thinking "Shit, I have to wash a glass." Then I see him walk through the kitchen doorway heading my way. He gets right up behind me touching me, reaches over my shoulder and gets a fork. All of a sudden my hands freeze. I know whoever is reading this at the moment knows what kind of feeling that is... heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, that one long deep swallow. He was so close I could feel him breathing on my neck. It was intoxicating. He takes the fork and grabs some chinese out of the 'fridge and heads back to the couch. Ok, it took me like 15 minutes to wash that damn glass with thoughts rushing through my head so fast it would make Einstein say "WTF??". So I remember that the whole house it remote controlled, so I take out my phone and pause the TiVo so I could get a reaction and see what he was really thinking about. I walk into the living room seeing him sprawled out on the couch, legs on the headrest and head hanging off the edge, basically sitting upside-down and I say "nice shorts". He flips around and says "I know, they're awefully comfortable." So I say "no clean clothes?". And he says "Yea, I have clean clothes, it's just that I wanted to wear yours." So I unpause the TiVo thinking "could this really be hapenning?". So the next day I come home from work and he's not home yet. I didn't really expect him to be back for the next couple of hours so I got my big ass bottle of Jagermeister and headed for my bedroom to drink the day away. Well, several hours have passed and I've been taking them slow but just enough to say that I am legitamately buzzed and I hear the front door open. Now at the moment I was really really trying to remember if I locked the front door after coming in. So I holler out "is that you?!", reaching for the 8in. buck blade sitting on my nightstand. The voice was his so I was like N/M and went back to my movie. I guess he could tell that I had been drinking by the way I yelled and came in. Then he preceded to take off his shirt, shoes, and pants, went to my closet got a pair of gym shorts and put them on. Well, here I was laying on my bed pretending to watch Steve Zissou all the while watching every muscle ripple and move. Then he layed down on the bed beside me laying his head on my abs. Shall I continue???