2 comments/ 13400 views/ 15 favorites Unknown Love Ch. 01 By: lessthanperfect Cigarette butts lay scattered on the ground as the aroma of cheap cologne and wildflowers wafts through the air. Typical, nothing day on a community college campus. The newness hasn't worn off yet. Everyone is still walking around with that wistful air of happiness. It's enough to make man puke. Give it a week or two; they'll be bitching soon enough. This is my second year. On a university campus, I'd only be a step above a freshman. This aint a university. It's a college in a town of less than fifty-thousand people. A second year man, such as myself, may as well be an old hand. Everyone here either looks too young to be here or are clearly going back to school after some failed career path. The people in my first class pegged me as one of those idiots who 'vacations' for a couple of years before lazing into college life. I suppose I've never looked my age. I can still remember my freshman year of high school. After being sent to the nurse's office when I puked on Ms. Stafford's desk, the nurse kindly told me I could go ahead and leave. I politely stood there for a moment. Living in the country, one does not simply leave when they can't drive. The bus would've passed me at the half-way mark. After about fifteen seconds I asked her if she was going to call someone. "Can you not drive?" she asked. "No ma'am. I'm fourteen." "Oh my, I thought you were a senior. Well bless your heart, you're going to knock the girls round here right off their feet." Not likely. I suppose there are worse things than looking older. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll stay looking thirty even when I'm fifty. Sure, it's a disadvantage right now, but I'm thinking of it as a new pair of boots; if you can ride out the bad, there'll be plenty of good. Just got to break them in. "What up Jamie?" "Nothing much Bulldog." Bulldog is Alex's nickname. One look at the big bastard renders any explanation moot. He was the starting middle linebacker for our high school's team before a rough tackle messed up his back. He still works out plenty. His shoulder and neck muscles are so bulky it looks like his torso is trying to swallow his head. Within two minutes of meeting each other, I was calling him bulldog. He didn't like it... at first. "How's day one so far?" "Fine," I answered. "Every teacher wants to do that stupid 'tell the class a little bit about yourself' shit." "I hate doing that! Why do they pretend like we're going to see any of these people again?" "I'm told it's to help build people skills." "My people skills are perfect." "I'm sure half the female population of Stonewall High can attest to that." "Only half? You know I'm better than that." Him and that stupid half grin. "You look like a jackass when you smile like that." "You're no fun. Don't pretend like you don't remember the good ole days." "What, living party to party you mean?" He shrugged. He knows I'm right. Football opened many doors for us, including the ones which lead to every part within a fifty mile radius of this shit little town. Between Bulldog and myself, we made just about all of them. I've puked in in more front yards than I care to admit to. We've pulled each other out of ditches too many times to simply be friends anymore. We're not brothers like all these other dumb asses like to throw around. We could be separated for a decade and pick up where we left off. We don't need to talk every day to maintain our friendship. It's a bond that defies a word. How do you say what your buddy is to you? He just is. "I'm not sure if I should be happy those days are over or not." I said. "I know my liver's a lot happier." He said, followed by a throaty chuckle. "Kinda wish we could still play. At least we wouldn't be stuck here." "Same, but it's not worth it anymore, for either of us." I was starting fullback. The play that ended football for me was just a simple run up the middle, with the fullback blocking for the halfback. A linebacker ran around our line tackling our halfback, Lamar Jones, from behind. Lamar falls forward... right on my fucking knee. I was busy blocking a two hundred-fifty pound defensive lineman. When Lamar fell, I had my weight plus Lamar's, all topped off with fat-boy's shapely figure pressing down on my precious knee. A torn ACL, PCL, and MCL, as well as the meniscus, plus some cartilage being removed, equals a very bad day for me. Several surgeries and plenty of physical therapy later, I can walk without a limp on the good days with only a slightly noticeable one on the bad days. "Did I tell you? I bought a new brace." I tapped the metal against my skin softly. "Dude, we're twenty-one. We sound like two old geezers sitting around a bar, not two college students! Do you have any blood pressure meds you'd like to tell me about?" I started to respond when some rather poorly contained laughter interrupted me. "See, he agrees with me." Alex said, while pointing to a small guy on the opposite side of the gazebo. He looked at us through his little emo hair, a half smile stamped upon his lips. I suppose it looked good on him. I could never pull off black hair with cyan tipped bangs. People would ask if I thought it was Halloween. "Ya'll can't be that banged up. How long did you two play?" "I wanted to answer the little smart ass. Almost did too. A huge slap on the back from a gorilla made sure I didn't. "Me and Zebra here been together since Peewee." Said Bulldog while talking over my coughing. "Zebra? They call you Zebra?" The little wise ass was actually laughing at me. "It's a long story." "I got time." "It's really not that interesting-" "Oh contraire, I think our new friend would love to hear this, wouldn't you..." Bulldog gestured towards little emo blue. "Kyle. Kyle Warner." "Well Kyle, allow Zebra to entertain you with the Zebra Cake story." Bulldog clapped his hands like he was starting a damn play, looking ever so innocent at me. Kyle still had that boyish grin, but was leaning forward, anxious to hear. "Fuck it, why not." I leaned back, crossing my legs. "Bulldog and I were sitting in the back corner of our tenth grade driver's education course, next to the windows. We were talking quietly for a change. Suddenly, this obnoxious girl in the front, who had been extremely loud as was her usual, turns around and tells me to shut up. She was a bit on the large side of life, so I said, 'I'm going to throw a Zebra Cake out this window and watch your fat ass go chase it.'" Kyle was laughing a bit. Probably would be more if he'd stop trying to cover it up with his hand. I continued. "She looked at me and said 'what did you just say to me?'" I through in a little head bob along with a hand on my hip and a finger wave. "So, very slowly, I repeated myself." "The whole class is howling by now." Added Bulldog. "She turns to the teacher-" "Who has his head down crying from laughter." Bulldog again. "And says 'Waller, are you going to let him talk to me like that?'" I made my voice as deep and gravelly as I could. "Lisa, just shut the hell up." We all had a good laugh. Bulldog never gets tired of that story. Kyle was still trying to hide behind his hand. What little of him that wasn't hidden, either by hair or hand, was bright red. "I've been Zebra Cake ever since, Zebra for short." "Well, it's been nice meeting you Kyle. I gotta get to class." Said Bulldog, standing up. "Seeya Bulldog." "So long." Kyle waved. I went to sit next to Kyle so I wouldn't feel like an idiot all by myself on the other side of the gazebo. "Alrightie Kyle, we're not talking about the weather; I don't need a reminder of how hot it is." He chuckled. "So pick something besides that." He immediately came back with, "What's your major?" "Criminal Justice. Want to be a cop. You?" "Criminal Justice with a computer emphasis, for cybercrime and the like." "That's cool. I certainly couldn't picture you as a patrol officer." "Yeah, I'd probably try to tackle a guy like you and get dragged down the street." "Come now, I'm nowhere near as big as Alex." "Alex?" "You didn't think his name was Bulldog, did you?" He blushed, ducking his head as he did so. "He doesn't look like an Alex." "Oh, just what does he look like?" I bumped my shoulder with his, causing him to tip over, almost falling off the bench. He came back with a shove with both hands on my chest, to no avail. He sat back with a huff. "Jesus Christ, you're a thick bastard." "Hey, thick is not a compliment. I prefer built." "I'm sure you would." He said with a giggle. We sat talking for the next hour before his next class. We exchanged numbers. I'd asked him to come hang out with me and Alex that weekend. He went off to his class. I stayed at the gazebo to wait for Alex. I only had one class on Mondays while Alex had two. We ride together, so I was stuck waiting. Oh well. It had been a good day. Made a new friend. What more can a man ask for out of a single day? Unknown Love Ch. 02 *Kyle Warner* The week couldn't go fast enough to suit my tastes. I don't know how to describe the vibe between the massive Alex and Jamie. I'd spoken to Jamie at the same gazebo on Wednesday. We talked for an hour just like Monday. Thursday night, he texted me to confirm our plans for Friday night. We were going to meet at a diner at four. The rest, "we'll just wing it." That's how I found myself at a little mom and pop diner at four in the afternoon. Ten after rolled around. Couldn't help feeling like I was being stood up after a while. Just as I was about to text Jamie, the bell chimed on the door. "Sorry we're late, beauty queen here took two hours to pick a shirt." Said Alex, while a blushing Jamie scooted to the wall on their bench seat. "No worse than the time it takes to do those little spikes you're so fond of." "Hey, you never know when a lady might choose to walk by." "You are truly unique." "I think we should be thankful for that." I said. "I see how it is, Zebra and the little man gonna gang up on poor Alex. That's fine." He crossed his arms and started pouting. "No one will ever buy your innocent act." I said. "He's right. You always look like you just got away with something." Jamie added. "I can see you both will get on fine." "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Jamie blushed a bit. "Just ignore him. He hasn't been house trained yet." "We're not in a house—"Alex said. "Shut up. Anyway, where is that waitress?" She eventually quit talking to a man at the counter, who she was obviously flirting with, to come take our order. Alex got a ham steak with some fries. Jamie had the fried chicken meal, which was just two legs and some mashed potatoes with gravy. I wanted the breakfast platter. Two scrambled eggs, four pieces of bacon, two sausage patties, and a bit of toast. Our food came out about five minutes later. "Holy shit Kyle, did you order enough?" Asked Jamie. "What?" I said through a bite of eggs. "How much do you weigh again?" "One-twenty." I answered. "You don't go to the gym?" Asked Alex "No. Why?" "If I ate like that and didn't work out, I would be on the news. 'Local man sets out to break weight record.'" Said Jamie. We all ate rather quickly. I thought of getting an ice cream. I decided, however, to wait until later in our friendship to freak them out with my appetite. "Welp, what do we do now?" Asked Alex as he stretched out in the bench. "I vote we watch a movie." Said Jamie. "What's on?" Asked Alex. "I meant at the house. Why spend money on a movie when we have Netflix?" "That's fine with me." I said. I followed their Jamie's truck in my little second-hand Honda Civic. I started to look around a little skeptically when we crossed into the 'bad' part of town. This little city may not be Richmond, but it still has a fairly vibrant drug trade. Violent crime is down. Thefts however, are a different story. We pulled up to a small, ranch style house. It didn't look ramshackle, nor did it look like the lap of luxury. One wouldn't have to struggle to realize two college students lived there. Jamie pulled in next to a hatchback Chevrolet. I pulled in behind him. "Home sweet home ladies." Said Alex. We walked in, Jamie crossing the living room to the kitchen to set his keys down on the counter. "Just have a seat anywhere. You want anything to drink?" Asked Jamie. "What do you have?" "Alex has a few beers in here." He said while peering in the fridge. "Uhhhh... We've also some tea, half a two liter of Diet Pepsi, and what looks to be lemonade. I must say, Alex can wander a bit when he's drunk. I don't know if I would trust that." "I'll go with the tea." We all sat down and watched several Law and Order episodes before eight o clock rolled around. "Well lads, I going to head out. Ya'll want to come with?" asked Alex. "I'm good. Kyle?" "I'm not much on clubbing, so no thanks." "Why do you assume I'm going clubbing?" "It's eight o clock on a Friday night. It's too early to head to the bar. The nearest club is an hour south. Am I wrong?" He looked at Jamie while pointing to me. "He's good." He used the bathroom before heading out. "See you when I see you." Then the door shut behind him. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Alex doesn't always come home. I'm sure you can guess why." Answered Jamie without looking away from the TV. "Next episode or a different show? Perhaps a movie?" He asked. "I'm cool with this if you are." We watched until we came to the episode where Mike Logan leaves. At that point we changed to a movie. It was eleven o clock. "What movie is this?" I asked. "'In the Electric Mist' starring Tommy Lee Jones and John Goodman. It's actually quite good." "I'll take your word for it. It's starting out a bit slow." "Patience young grasshopper. Good things come to those who wait." "Fortune favors the bold." "Patience is a virtue." "It is better to act now and error than do nothing and arrive upon the same result." "Who said that?" His brows pinched together as he asked. "Carl Von Clausewitz." "Ah..." The movie was actually good. I was surprised, as it was a bit confusing at first. "How did you stumble across this?" I asked. "I would watch John Goodman sit at a bus stop for twenty minutes. Tommy Lee Jones is good too." "I can't believe someone would love John Goodman that much." He shrugged. "He was the only reason I watched Roseanne." "Is that on Netflix?" "We shall find out." We went on like that for several hours. At some point, the TV became a blur and the noise became irrelevant. My eyes felt like someone had tied sandbags to them. Jamie yawned. "I think it's time to clock out, don't you?" "What time is it?" "Somewhere near four thirty." "Fuck..." "Well, we've two options. Number one, you take my bed and I'll grab the couch. Number two, and may I say the much more attractive option, we share the bed." I pondered this for a moment. There were several reasons I didn't want to share a bed. None that I wanted to vocalize however. "I can drive—" "No you can't. Now pick." "I'm cool with sharing." He grunted and turned on the spot. I followed him down a hall. He pointed to a door on the right. "That's the bathroom." Then he pointed to two doors at the end of the hall. Both were on a diagonal wall, opposite one another with a small horizontal wall in between them. The hall resembles a very tall, skinny pentagon. "The one on the right is Alex's. I wouldn't recommend it unless you have a HASMAT suit in the car." He opened the other door, stepping aside to let me in first. "I'm much neater than Alex. I actually clean my sheets." He said with a chuckle. The room itself was small, the walls a dull beige typical of rental property. The bed took up most of the room, being a queen size. The sheets were a deep purple with a light colored purple fleece blanket beneath another fleece blanket with a wolf in snow depicted on it. There were no posters on the wall, or anything of the sort. A charger cord sat on the nightstand held down by a straight blade knife still in its holster. "Nice bed." I said. "Thanks. It's one of the few pieces of furniture in this place I actually own. The one the owner had in here is in the attic." "Why'd you bring your own?" "You get used to a mattress man, or maybe it gets used to you. Either way, I wasn't willing to adjust to a new one if I didn't have to." He stretched his arms out before saying, "Pissed my mother off something fierce when she saw it in my truck. Said I was stealing. I told the crazy bitch to go ahead and report it." "You don't get along with your parents?" I felt kind of bad for him. Mine adored me a little too much sometimes. He sighed. "We disagree on certain key issues. Let's just leave it at that." He started to strip off. I did my best to look away, but there really wasn't anything else to look at in the room. He was muscled without looking freakish. His stomach seemed to have that healthy layer of padding covering the muscle beneath. It was flat, just not a six pack. They're overrated anyway. His pecs were firm, his back muscles fairly average looking. It was clear he worked out, just not enough to have anyone call him a gym bunny. His body hair was pretty much a constant everywhere except his sides, yet nowhere was it so thick I couldn't see skin. He wasn't Chewbacca. He had his back to me as he pulled off his jeans. I took my shirt off in time to see him bent over with his ass to me. His lime green covered ass. I do love the way boxer briefs show off the assets. His leg muscles were of the same affair as the rest of him. Enough muscle to be pleasing, no more, no less. He stayed bent over as he undid the Velcro straps on a blue brace around his left knee. He sat the brace on a desk with a laptop. "I normally sleep naked. Don't think I'll put you through that tonight though." He said with a grin in my direction. I wouldn't mind. "Does this mean no goodnight kiss?" I joked. "You wish. I'm going brush up. You need a toothbrush?" "Yeah, if you don't mind." He walked out the door without a word. I followed him to the bathroom. He crouched, searching through the cabinet below the sink. I looked around. The bathroom was small, with a basic shower tub combo along the far wall. He stood up, blocking my view, near inches from my face. He held a toothbrush just in front of my nose. I crossed my eyes took look at it. He snickered. "I'm going to guess purple is you favorite color." He shook the brush side to side. "What gave it away?" he said with a grin. He squeezed out some toothpaste on his brush while I waited to do the same. He let go of the tube before I had a hold of it good. The tube got bobbled in the air for a second before he grabbed it in mid-air, though his grip squeezed a large amount out onto his chest. I laughed as I scooped some off with my finger and licked it off to begin brushing. I watched through the mirror as he stared at the side of my head. He shook his head after a bit and continued brushing. We both walked back to the bedroom. I stripped my pants off to reveal my bright blue boxer briefs. They got tossed near my blue and green checkered shirt, my studded belt still in the loops. I turned to see him move the knife and plug his phone in to charge. "You dress rather loudly, you know that?" he said, flipping through his phone. "I pull it off. Better than you mister clippity clop." I said while pointing to his cowboy boots in the corner. He chuckled. "I swear, if there is ever a shooting on campus, I'd have to scoot on out with my boots in hand. No way I'd sneak by anybody with that racket." I got under the blankets first while he stood by the light switch. "Ready?" he asked. "Yup." The room turned black with a click, with the exception of the slightly orange glow of the blinds with the streetlight outside shining upon them. I listed to his feet slide across the wooden floor before the bed tilted with his weight. We lay together in an awkward silence for a moment or two or three. A cold foot pressed against my calf. "Hey you fucker." I giggled. We had a short war of trying to get our cold feet on the other before we both wound up facing each other on our sides. I could see a slight glow from his eyes while his ear and a small part of his face had that orange glow on them. "Why the blue hair?" he asked, extremely quietly, yet his voice seemed to echo somehow. I twirled a lock as I thought about it, though I didn't need to. "One, it matches my eyes," his chest seemed to let out a rumble that seemed close to a chuckle. "And two, I like to change it up, stand out a bit I guess." "So I'm guessing blue is your favorite color." He said, mirroring my earlier statement. "How ever did you know?" "Lucky guess, I'd imagine." He rolled over onto his stomach, shoving his pillow under his chest length wise, while his head stayed at the top of the pillow. His breathing seemed to level out pretty quick. The smell of Jamie seemed to permeate the air in the best way possible. There's something about the musky scent of a man that words can't quite describe adequately. Oh well. Life's full of disappointments. Unknown Love Ch. 03 We became quite close over the next several months. Christmas came and went. Time flies when you don't pay too much attention to it. Alex wasn't always in the picture. According to Jamie, he split his time between his family and his harem, as Jamie called Alex's many female followers. A good chunk of our nights were spent much the same as the first. If we didn't kill the night with Netflix, we played video or board games. Surprisingly, it was actually easy to study alongside Jamie. Most people either make too much noise or can't seem to deal with any silence at all. Jamie had a nice balance of not needing to fill ever gap in conversation while not being laconic. We had a lot of the same classes, though in different time slots. Community Colleges tend to have many of the same classes for people in the same curriculum even if their specialties are vastly different. He was taking the same classes to be a patrolman as I was to be a computer technician. "Jayne or Wash." I asked. "Oh that's easy. Jayne." "Really?" "Hell yeah. He's the funniest while still being pretty complex. Though the guy that plays Wash is a pretty good actor." He kicked his feet up on the coffee table. "Mal or Zoe?" "Malcolm. You should've known that. He is the lead after all." I said. "I aim to misbehave." He said while raising his beer in the air. I raised my wine cooler in salute. "What's next?" We had just finished a Firefly slash Serenity marathon, with both of us quoting several lines as they happened. It was our Spring break. Jamie complained that not having school made him spend money on alcohol. "Don't you have Smokey and the Bandit on DVD?" I asked. "That's a negative Ghostrider." He said "Really? I could've swore I saw it the last time I sifted through the stack." I mumbled. "It's there." I stared at him. "I just felt like saying that." I shook my head. Idiot. I got up, popped the movie in, grabbed another two bottles of each for us, and plopped down on the couch. We clicked the necks of the bottles together as the movie started. He was on his fifth Budweiser while I was on my third Mike's Lemonade. We got the variety pack. The one I was currently on was a mango. He had one more bottle to go before starting on the next six pack, which were Bud Light Platinums. He said if he worked for them, he may as well buy them. He drove a van and stocked grocery stores for the local distributorship on the weekends. "Burt Reynolds is a walking carpet." "Hey, I'm just as hairy." "That should tell you something." He through a beer cap at me. "Fuck you." He said with a slight slur. I was a little buzzed myself. He hadn't gotten to the Platinums yet, which were higher in alcohol content. It was one in the afternoon. Only winos and college students were drunk this time of day. It's fun to not give a shit sometimes. His phone started to vibrate. He picked it up. His brows shot up at first, then drew together as he read, before he tossed the phone on the table with a snort. "Who was that?" "An old mistake." "That doesn't sound good." "Most things don't." "That doesn't make sense." "Think about it. For every one thing you can name that sounds good, I can name something that doesn't." "Music." "Bad car brakes." "A waterfall." "Fighting cats." "Opera." "Opera sucks. Besides that's a form of music." "Okay, how about the sound of bacon frying." "Good one." He went to say something else. A vibration cut him off. He gestured towards it. "That's another point for me." His face had the same expression a mother would have to a child that was lying to her face and she knew it. "An ex?" I asked. He looked at me out the corner of his eye. The rest of his beer got turned up with his left hand while he typed out a response with his right. The phone went to his lap this time instead of the table. The texts came and went from both sides for the next twenty or thirty minutes, before he gently sat the phone down on the table again. His eyes seemed to be unfocused, staring at the TV without really noticing it. I was drunk enough that I couldn't see anything but lights moving. I'd finished my lemonades while he'd been on the phone. I could see something was bugging him. I put a hand on his shoulder and leaned towards him. "What's wrong?" He turned his head to stare at me for a few seconds. My hand stayed on his shoulder as he shrugged. "Aint nothing. Just sorting some thoughts. Weighing some pros and cons." "Might help to talk about it." "Not this time cowboy." I slapped the back of his head. My hand lingered around his neck, as I was using him to balance. "You're the cowboy." He shoved me. I lay on my back giggling. The room was spinning something fast. I kept laughing as I stared in his eyes. Hazel. Such a pretty word. I laughed some more. "Sleep it off bud." He went and got a blanket to put over me. I couldn't help giggling as he took my shoes off. My shirt wanted to fight me as I peeled it off. "Hold up son, I'll help ya." He held my arms straight so he could get the damn thing off me. "Pants." I complained. "Are staying on." I grumbled at this. "You'll survive. Now close your eyes. Count some sheep or something." He patted my chest as he walked away. I didn't have a headache when I woke up. Hangovers usually don't come looking for me. Lucky me I guess. I redressed while sitting up on the couch. My phone read ten thirty. I didn't feel drunk still, so I assumed I was good to drive. I checked for any messages I had missed. My mother had texted me to tell me to text her if I wasn't coming home tonight. I was about to tell her I was when headlights illuminated the room briefly. Thirty seconds or so later, Alex walked in. "What's going on Little Man? Where's Jamie at?" "Aint got a clue Bulldog. I've been asleep for a while." He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He sat next to me with a cup of tea. The TV came alive with the push of a button. "Surprised you're not out with one of the fairer sex." "Didn't like the choices in town, nor did I feel like driving to the club." I was still thinking about Jamie's departure, as well as who he was texting. The thought wouldn't leave my mind. "Do you know anybody who would text Jamie out of the blue?" Alex's head snapped towards me. I thought he was going to stare a hole through me. "Why do you ask?" He said slowly, carefully. "Well, someone texted him earlier. He seemed a little annoyed at first. They kept going until shortly before I passed out." "Was Jamie drinking with you?" Alex looked sort of angry. "Umm, yeah why?" "He drove away." Now he was definitely angry. "I don't know how long he waited around here before he left. He could've been completely sober for all I know." "I doubt it. God, I thought we were passed this." He looked down between his legs while slowly shaking his head. "Passed what?" "Not my place to say." His head remained where it was. Bulldog gave off this sudden aura of sadness I couldn't explain. "I'm sure you'll meet him soon enough anyway." "Meet who?" I was really confused now. "You'll see. Look, I'm going to hit the hay." I realized what that meant. "Yeah, sure. I'll see you and Jamie Monday if not sooner." "Sure thing man." I stopped at the door and turned to face Bull. "Is Jamie okay?" I had to know. "As much as that idiot can be at any given time. Look, Kyle, I'd love to tell you. It's just not my place." "Sure. Have a good night." "You too man." I thought about what could possibly be wrong, as well as the things Bull had said. I was making guesses in my head. Every conclusion I came up with seemed as if I was reaching. My mother answered the door when I got home. "You at Jamie's again?" "Yeah. I fell asleep on his couch. Bulldog woke me up. I don't know where Jamie is." "Is he alright?" she placed a hand on my shoulder. "He's fine ma, just left when I was asleep." "I'm sure he had a good reason." "Ma, he doesn't need one. It was just weird to wake up with no one there but me. Anyone else would've thought I lived there." She chuckled. "Sometimes honey, I think you do." I had to give her that one. "Is dad still awake?" "When have you ever known your father to be awake after ten?" "The downsides of old parents. I forget." She swatted the back of my head. I made my way up the steps to my room. There wasn't anything else to do except sleep. For some reason it wasn't that difficult to do so even after my extended nap. Sometimes sleep breeds more sleep though. It was Tuesday before I saw either one of them. Of course, I texted Jamie a couple of times before then, though his answers were unusually short. The weather was just starting to warm up somewhat. Still needed a jacket at the minimum. I was walking up the path to our usual gazebo. I could see Jamie and Alex's obvious hulking forms. Something was wrong though, Alex sat across from Jamie. Some guy was sitting next to Jamie. Rather close, at that. When I came to the gazebo's entrance, three sets of eyes turned to look at me. Unsure of what to do, I sat next to Alex. The air seemed thicker than normal. It wasn't due to any humidity. "Afternoon fellas." I said. Jamie smiled over at me while the guy next to him looked at me like I was some kind of bug before placing a hand on Jamie's thigh. I can't explain the sensation of how big the light bulb was that went off in my head at seeing the little bastard mark his territory like a dog, but it was sudden and violent. Almost like a car crash had taken place in the middle of my brain. I looked at Alex. He was staring at Jamie who seemed to be resolutely be staring at something outside the gazebo. My fingers were gripping the edge of the bench with a fierceness normally possessed by the squeamish during a horror flick. That little bastard. I'd never felt this way before. People always say, 'Oh I never get jealous.' Horse shit. I was in the biggest way possible. I didn't have to think about what I was feeling even for a second. My whole body seemed to be firmly opposed to what was being presented to it. Again I looked at Alex. He kept watching Jamie, who was lighting a smoke. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" I even hated his voice. I didn't know it was possible to dislike someone so much in so short a time. "Kyle, this is Gavin. Gavin meet Kyle, a good friend of mine." The cigarette moved up and down as he talked. He held it in his left hand as he exhaled. His right arm was behind Gavin, prick that he was. "Nice to meet you Kyle." His voice dripped sarcasm. "Same." I muttered. "Kyle, I think it's time we head to the library." Said Alex. "What?" We hadn't discussed anything to do with the library. In fact, I was pretty sure Alex was allergic to books. "You swore you'd help tutor me. I'm not letting you flake on me. Come on, up we go." He said as he grabbed my arm and drugged me along. I waited till we were around the corner from the gazebo, not before chancing a look over my shoulder. Gavin was moving to kiss Jamie. Shouldn't have eaten breakfast. "You mind telling me what the fuck that was about?" I demanded. "That, was Gavin." "I garnered that much, thank you." We kept walking to Alex's car. He unlocked my door and I got in, pressing the unlock button while he walked around. We didn't talk for what had to be a full minute. "Gavin is Jamie's on again off again boyfriend. They've been doing this since the eleventh grade when Jamie was a block of solid muscle and Gavin was in the drama club. They got together in some romantic story, wanna be Hallmark fairy tale type shit." "I thought you weren't goin to tell me any of this." I said. "Yeah well, I changed my fucking mind. How's that sound? I've had enough of this shit through the years." He took out a pack of cigarettes from the glove box. His voice kept going even as he searched through the car for a lighter. It was the first time I'd seen Alex even attempt to smoke. He's always telling Jamie to quit. "Gavin was getting picked on by some guys on the baseball team in the parking lot one day, that's where anybody who was anybody went to hang out after school while they waited for their parents when their clubs were done with them. Everyone who didn't have an extracurricular activity had already gone home, same for the people who could drive. Jamie didn't get his license till senior year. This time, it was pretty cold so most everyone had gone inside to wait. Our practice had let out, Jamie was the last one off the field. Well the baseball boys must've thought everyone had gone, cause they didn't start in on Gavin until I had walked inside, otherwise I would've stopped it. Lord, don't I wish it had gone that way instead." He had found the lighter, striking it several times before it lit. A long drag on his smoke interrupted his monologue. "So Jamie sees four guys standing around Gavin, calling him names and the like. Despite his easy going nature, Jamie don't take no shit, at least that kind anyway." He shook his head. "I wish he'd take less in other areas. I digress. He probably couldn't move as well as he used to with the knee, but Jamie used to box as well. His dad thought it would make a man out of him, along with football. He walks up to the guys, putting Gavin behind him, and asks what's going on." Smoke poured out of his nostrils, making Bulldog look like a pissed off Bull. "One of the idiots, Bobby Lambert if I do recall, said they were just having a little fun with the fag. Well Jamie was still in the closet. That kinda talk was enough to cost Bobby a broken nose. Jamie whipped them boys like they like they were children. I mean, how often do you hear of one guy getting suspended for beating up four other guys?" "Wait," I interrupted. "They suspended him? What the fuck for?" "They said he took it too far. Apparently, Dylan Turner tried to run away. Jamie grabbed him and threw him into a car door, which happened to be Principal Nelson's son's car." "Oh... that'll do it alright." "That it will. Anyhow, to make a long story short, they wound up dancing in the closet together during their suspensions. I was the only one who knew, and was pretty happy for them. Seriously, it was some romantic shit." I laughed at this. "What, I can like romance! Fuck you. Doesn't matter. By senior year, I guess Gavin had gotten bored. Jamie found out he was cheating on him with a guy from another school. The first time this sorta thing happened, Jamie beat the shit out of the guy, then cried himself into a stupor with a bottle of whiskey. Then Gavin begs back into the picture, against my advice to Jamie, and does the same shit again. And again. And I think you get the picture. I can't count the number of times Jamie has shown up at my door drunk as a skunk cause of Gavin's ass. He even came out to his parents after one such incident. What a debacle that was. Long story short, they kicked him out. It was the summer before college started. My parents got plenty of money. They pay my half of the rent and then some I don't tell Jamie about so he isn't out on the street." "His parents are shitheads. Your folks sound alright though." I said. "You got that right. Just watch like I'm telling you though. Gavin will break his heart again and Zebra will do his best to drink the county dry." "Why does he keep going back to him?" "He's got a weak spot for his first love." Alex said with a dismissive hand wave. " I feel bad for him. He keeps thinking, eventually, Gavin'll get his shit together for good. He knows it won't happen. He just can't stop himself I guess." We sat in silence for a while. Alex rolled the window down and tossed out the dead smoke. "You like him, don't you?" I blushed, not answering. "I knew it for a while bud, don't think for a minute I didn't know. Only gotta have eyes to see it. Gavin saw it too. He's going to try and push you out, mark my words." He turned to face me. "You do me one favor. You listening?" I nodded, unable to break eye contact. "Don't let the fucker succeed. You dig your claws in like a cat in a rodeo. Gavin will fuck up and be on his way, and you're going to pick up the pieces." "You're putting too much faith in me, not to mention thinking way too far ahead. You don't even know that Jamie likes me." "You don't see what I see." He pointed to his eyes. "Now promise." "Alex, I can't promise something he doesn't want." "Promise!" "I'll try, that's all I can do." Alex went to say something else. "You think I don't want this!? You think I don't want to kick Gavin's teeth in after what you told me!? Then you tell me I gotta watch Jamie basically self-destruct and then you wanna ask me to wait through that shit to swoop in for the kill?" "That's about the gist of it. I'd have done it myself if I was even slightly gay." I shook my head as I thought about all he said. "You ask too much..." "It's a tall order to be sure. Still, I think you're strong enough to fight for it. Think about it. You two are practically married and you're not even fucking." "ALEX!" "You know it's true. Imagine how much better it will be when you cross that last bridge. I can't imagine what it's like to fuck someone you love because you love them." "You will one day." "I'm glad you think that, cause I sure don't." Alex dropped me off by my car. I had a lot to think over. Unknown Love Ch. 04 Jamie Flint* Life just gets away from you sometimes. I don't know how to explain any other way. My father used to tell me that a man has to be reasonable when it comes to his expectations. "You're not gone be President, boy. You'll be lucky if you get a job making thirty five grand a year. You best learn to make do." As much as he was and is a bastard, the man had some points worth remembering. Still. What's life if not a long hallway full of doors. You pick a door and see what happens. No matter what, you have to live with the consequences. Some doors shut after you've opened them, while others hang open till you close them. That's how I viewed Gavin at this point. His inevitable returns always brought with them good sex and heartache. The first almost covered for the last. I felt like my head was going to melt. Not from the hangover either. I'd been drinking more, something Alex was all too happy to let me know. He was staring a hole in the side of my head while I tried to watch the TV. "If you're just going to do that until I crack or something, you can quit now." He kept staring. I could see his head shake out the corner of my eye. "Why do you keep doing this? You know how—" "You're right, I do. So leave me alone about. Nothing you say is going to be something I haven't thought about fifty times before." I turned to look at him, just in time to see every chord in his neck tighten up. Alex wasn't a violent man. I've never been scared of him physically. Emotionally however, he could make you feel like you were a piece of shit with just one look of disappointment. Avoiding those looks is easier than I had first thought. Just make him angry. "Enjoy your shows." He said, grabbing a jacket as he stormed out the house. Alex had been extremely irritable in the month and a half since Gavin returned, who had apparently been staying with an aunt in Florida this time. He'd been snapping at me for no reason. Whenever Gavin was over, either Alex would leave or invite Kyle over. Kyle seemed to be the only constant in my life at the moment. He provided a buffer from Alex whenever the Bulldog wanted to fight with me or Gavin. Gavin would egg Alex on every chance he got. I wanted to stop the arguing. Just didn't see any way I could. Kyle apparently did. Whenever they started up, he'd change the subject. At first, Gavin didn't noticed how Kyle was playing them. Now, he sneers whenever Kyle tries to help. I told him to be nice to Kyle. Alex is more than fine fighting over petty bull shit. He can hold his own with Gavin. Kyle wouldn't hurt a fly, physically or otherwise. A vibration drew my attention. Gavin had texted me, as always. He wanted to go out to some stupid little fancy restaurant that had just opened in the next town over. I knew what that meant. Slacks, jacket, and tie were all required, as well as hair gel. I've always kept my hair a certain way. Sides and back shaved to the skin, with the top stretching down to my eye when straight, slicked back when gelled. I don't mind gelling it, but Gavin has always wanted me to cut it shorter and spike it. It's one of the few things I've never bent on. An hour later, we're in line at this place, which is packed to the brim. "I can't believe you would wear those pants." He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he said this, a habit of his I can't stand. "What is wrong with these pants." I held the material between my fingers, thinking maybe they were stained. "It's the spring, James." I cringed. Only my father called me James. "Those are clearly winter pants. Just look at the material and the color." "Is navy not allowed in the spring?" "Not with me it's not." I didn't say anything. Wouldn't matter what I said anyway. A nice hostess sat us in a booth. The booth was in the middle of the wall. Gavin wanted a corner booth and was quietly seething as the waiter walked away to get our drinks. "Why the hell would they put us here? This is clearly the worst seat in the place." He rubbed the booth seat with one hand while twirling a fork with the other. "The place is crowded tonight. I don't see any other places they really could have put us." "Don't make excuses for them, they should have—" "Would either of you nice gentlemen like to try the house special tonight?" The waiter had returned without a sound. Then again, it was hard to hear footsteps on carpet over the usual cacophony of a business restaurant. The waiter was looking at me. Before I could answer, Gavin chimed in. "No thank you. I'll have the grilled salmon with French dressing on my salad. He'll have the broiled tilapia with French on his as well." The waiter looked at me to confirm, to which I gave the barest of nods. I could stomach a lot of things without complaint, though I really didn't like fish, or salad for that matter. I couldn't help thinking about Kyle for some reason. Of all the times we'd been somewhere, the only time he told me anything about the menu was if the place had something weird they served, like buffalo burgers. I wouldn't mind a buffalo burger right now. We spent the next fifteen minutes talking. I'm sorry. What I meant to say was he rambled on endlessly about some lady who cut him off in traffic, as well as some other shit I didn't hear. I tuned out after five minutes or so. Kyle is always easy to talk with. Or be quiet with. Or just be with. "Did you even hear me?" My head snapped up. "What?" I know he was about to start in on me. Thank god for that waiter. He filled up my tea while Gavin glared across the table at him. Gavin's phone went off. While he answered whoever had texted him, the waiter looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and nodded his head ever so slightly towards Gavin. I rolled my eyes and mouthed 'You have no idea.' He shook his head and walked away. When our food came, Gavin really tried to make an ass out of himself. Sometimes, I think he is trying for some obscure record. The waiter had laid our food out, stopping before he left to ask me if I needed anything else. I'm sure he was going to ask Gavin the same thing, for his head had already started to turn towards him after I'd shook mine no. He wasn't quick enough. "I'd," he said with a lot of emphasis, "Like a refill as well as for you to quit trying to chat up my man." I felt my face getting read and I could see the guy about to chew Gavin out. There is something about watching someone trying to hold their temper in check which makes me want to laugh. If the situation had been different or perhaps occurring at another table, I would have. As it was, I wanted to see if there was a way to blend into the booth. The man stormed off after a few seconds of visibly restraining himself from murdering a certain small man in a high priced suit. To say the dinner was tense is like saying grizzly bears don't make good house pets. The waiter practically threw Gavin's diet coke down before storming off. I wanted to rip the grin off Gavin's face so bad I though I actually would. I could see the headline already. 'Local gay couple thrown out of new eatery. Proof of a destructive lifestyle?' My fish sucked. I can't stand the taste of the ocean. That's what my father always called it. I'd asked him why catfish tasted that way once, since they were river food. "Quiet boy. Eat." The only fish I like is crappie, and that's just cause it has an honest name. The waiter brought the check out. Normally, I'm betting he would've taken a few dishes away. Not this time. When he said, "Thank you sirs, and have a lovely evening." He never once looked at Gavin. I went to look at the bill. A hand slid over my shoulder. I looked up to catch what could only be called bedroom eyes from the waiter along with a wink. I was stunned to the point where I couldn't even talk. Not that I could've. Gavin immediately started calling him a son of a bitch. I'm sure he would've caused a scene if I hadn't told him to go warm the car up with a chuck of my keys while I paid the bill and used the restroom. He left with a huff. I shit you not. An actual huff, like some god damn Victorian Princess. Upturned nose and everything. I was fuming. I didn't go to the bathroom. I found the waiter. I had already paid with a card. I shook his hand with a twenty. That's called a Baptist handshake around here. He looked down at the bill in his hand. "Dude, you don't need to tip me that much." He looked torn between handing it back and keeping it. I'm sure it's one of the largest tips he gets with the cheap assholes around here. "You earned every cent my man. I can't apologize enough for Gavin." His face lit up with anger. "Pardon my asking, but why the fuck are you with that guy?" "It's a long complicated story." "Well start a new chapter. This one's not working for you man." His eyes lit up. "How did he take my little bit of flirting?" I laughed. "I thought he was going to come kill you." We both had a chuckle. "I figured. I made sure to hide in the kitchen. I did it just to piss him off." "I figured. You're not even gay, are you?" He looked surprised. "Not at all man. How'd you know?" "Call it instinct or gaydar or whatever you want. I just knew. I'm pretty good at that." "Impressive. Look, I've gotta get back to work. Here's my number," he wrote it down on his order pad and ripped it off. "Text me and we'll hang. Just do me a favor, make sure he's not around." I laughed. "Will do..." "Nathan Garnett." "Jamie Flint." We shook hands. When I got to the car, Gavin was just as hot as the inside of the car. He didn't give me one second's silence before starting up. "I can't believe," He can't believe a lot of things. "That piece of shit had the gall to flirt with you right in front of me. He doesn't know who the fuck he's messing with..." it went on like that for what felt like ever. I checked my phone when it vibrated. Kyle texted me, asking if I wanted to hang tonight. "Who's that?" "Kyle." I mumbled. "Why is he texting you this time of night?" "It's eight thirty on a Friday." "That little midget better not get any ideas. I'll make the emo boy even sadder than he is." Some things are guaranteed to set me off. I know of them and always take measures to avoid them when I see them possibly coming up in conversation. I found a new one that night I hadn't considered before. My blood went from cool to lava in a second. "You don't talk about him. Say whatever you want to about Alex, but the next time you say anything even remotely negative about him will most certainly be the last." I pointed my finger in his face. "Oh what, is he your little bitch now?" "Pull the car over." "What?" "I SAID PULL THE GOD DAMN CAR OVER!" "NO! We're on the highway!" "Gavin you pull this car over before I grab that wheel and take us into a tree." The car came to a sudden, jerky stop on the curb. He turned to say something to me. I cut him off. "You lose my number the second I get out this car. If you call me again I will personally finish what those baseball players started all those years ago." "Baby, you know I love you—" "DON'T!" I couldn't help the way my eyes filled up. I shook my head to clear it. "Don't even start that shit Gavin. I've heard it too many times before. We ARE done. No more half assed apologies, no more calling me after six months of not so much as a hello. This should've been over long ago. Well it is now. Get out of here before I really lose my temper." I slammed the door as hard as I could. The car sat there for just a moment before he kicked up rocks peeling off the shoulder. I texted Kyle. Alex was clubbing, plus I already knew Kyle was free. I asked him to pick me up at a fire house just a mile and a half up the highway. It started to rain just as I was entering the fire house's parking lot. The lights inside were all off. It was a volunteer crew after all. They only showed up for functions and fires. I stood under the awning above the entrance. Thirty minutes later, Kyle's little Honda pulled in. He was looking around the lot, head moving on a swivel. Cute. I stepped out the shadows, though he didn't see me till I was almost to the door. The door locks shot up just as I reached for the handle. "Nice weather we're having." He said. It was pouring down "Real frog strangler. Thanks for coming to get me man. I rode with Gavin." He grimaced while looking down the highway as we pulled out. "I take it that's over." "For good." I said. "That's good." He muttered. It was quite for a while. "We're hanging out tonight." I stared at him, more than slightly shocked. Kyle was never presumptuous. Never had I ever heard him say something even close to that. He always asked to come over, even when he knew I didn't have anything else on. "Fine by me." I said after I recovered. "Just stop off at the liquor store." A nod was all I got in response. Silence is so underrated. If I was with Gavin right now, he'd have to tell me every little dipshit thought which happened to dance across his brain. Kyle knew the worth of peaceful silence. We were in the store for all of five minutes. I always got the same thing whenever Gavin had been through me like a tornado through Kansas. The biggest bottle of Johnnie Walker Red they carried, the one with the milk jug handle. Kyle grabbed a liter bottle of Smirnoff Watermelon Vodka and sat it on the counter with mine along with a big plastic bottle of strawberry daiquiri mixer. Once again, I was shocked by his unusual forwardness. Kyle would usually have sorted out what we were getting, as well as price, in the car before we came in. I tried to read his face. Some fancy liquor behind the counter had his attention. "I.D.?" The man behind the counter said. I usually don't get carded. I guess Kyle made him want to be on the safe side. My little friend didn't look old enough to be out of high school, much less in a liquor store. We both showed our cards, to which the man looked like he thought for sure Kyle's was a fake. He let us go though. This new Kyle had me thrown a bit. Sure, he slid me thirty bucks when we got in the car, which I declined, but it was still unnerving. He pulled in behind my truck, throwing his door open before the car had stopped. "Ready to get sloshed?" I asked. "Oh yeah. Gonna kick your ass in Madden too." "You wish." Kyle set the Xbox up while I put the liquor in the freezer, the mix in the fridge. We had enough Mike's left over from a few weeks earlier to hold us over till the good stuff got cold. I watched his perky little ass from the kitchen archway. Doesn't do any good to want what you can't have. Don't hurt to look though. "We good to go?" He asked over his shoulder? "You know it." Unknown Love Ch. 05 Jamie Flint* "Why... the fuck did you even keep going back to him? I mean... I mean... the guys a proper shithead!" I couldn't help but laugh. He was spot on. Good ole Kyle was always a straight shooter. "He had his good qualities." He scoffed, "Like what?" I thought over that one. "He had an ass you could bounce a nickel off of." Kyle nearly fell off the couch, howling the whole time. "Seriously man, when you're on your back and he's riding you facing the other way, and you're just watching your dick go into this haven of muscle..." I moaned, a little too caught up in my memories. "Calm down cowboy. You know, I didn't even know you were gay till he showed up." His face contorted in a way like a puppy who'd been chastised. "I don't exactly advertise it." He seemed satisfied with that. "You know, back when we first started, he was actually really sweet, innocent even." He scoffed again. "I'm serious. He always made me feel special. Like someone actually needed me... cared for me even. I don't know at what point he changed... I must've been looking somewhere else at the time." "It's not your fau—" He hiccupped. "Fault." He finished with a grin. "Who knows. Whenever he came back, I always got to pretend, for a month or so, that things were like they were, you know, man?" I waved my glass in his direction. "I didn't even get that this time. It was shit the whole time." "Alex told me how ya'll met." He blurted out. "Figured. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. Gavin was cornered by these wanna be Billy bad asses. He was genuinely scared. All I could think was these guys are up to something, and the something is pretty cute." I laughed before taking a long pull on my glass, emptying it. Kyle immediately filled it up again. Good man. "So I's walks up to the guys, right? And I says to them, I says, 'ya'll got a problem?' of course they said they were just having a little fun with the local fag. Bobby!" I suddenly remembered his name. "It was Bobby Landon... or Lambert... it doesn't matter. His dumb ass was the one that said that. I hit him as hard as I could. The rest of the fight, it was three on one cause Bobby was too busy rolling around on the ground holding his nose." I held my nose and yelled, "My nose! My fucking NOSE!!" I rolled around on the couch, my head in Kyle's lap. We stayed like that laughing. He started to run his hands through my hair, sifting through it. He always said it looked like a wide, long Mohawk. "Alex said one of them was the principal's son." "Yeah, he was. The Dill Pickle, as I called him, was Mr. Turner's second son. Right prick." "Why'd you call him the Dill Pickle?" He looked cute when his eyebrows drew together. Who am I kidding? He's always cute. "Despite some character flaws, Dylan is hung like a fucking horse." We both broke up laughing. "Really?" I held my hands about ten inches apart, then held my hand in a circle which I left open. I couldn't get my hand around it, and I've got big hands. Nothing like P.E. showers to help a young lad compare his worth. "You seem real familiar with him." He looked down at me questionably. "I've only seen it in the showers. Gavin on the other hand..." "Really?" his eyebrows shot up. "Blew him in the summer before this little punch up happened. You know what they say, the worst homophobes are often homos themselves. I should really look him up on Facebook, see if he ever came out." The giggles started at that. "You're wrong." He slurred after our giggle fit had ceased. "About what?" I was confused. I hadn't said anything he would know about. "About people caring for you." He was looking me right in the eyes, though his were glassy. "People here care for you. You don't need his ass." "I meant in a romantic sense you drunky." I poked the end of his nose. "Both of my friends are straight. The one guy who flirts with me was even straight." We'd already talked about the restaurant fiasco and Nathan. "Who's your other friend?" His brows scrunched together again. "You and Alex." I said simply. He was drunker than I thought. "You said you have two straight friends though. Who's the other?" Now I was confused. "You. And. Alex." I said slowly. "But I'm not straight." He said, again sounding as confused as I was. "But... but... you have to be!" "Why?" "How did I not know this!?" "Calm down. I didn't know about you either." He seemed so chill. I was freaking. It was as if suddenly, someone had told you it was okay to unwrap your Christmas present, but you weren't really sure if it was okay. So many thoughts crossed my tipsy brain, trying to see what I had missed before. I felt the urge and went with it. My hand shot up to the back of his head. He eyes widened as I pulled him down, while I reached my head up to meet his lips as soft as I could while drunk and excited. "Mhhmmm!" he mumbled, which turned into a groan shortly thereafter. We kept at it for the longest time, him hunched over top of me, before I sat up to straddle him. This proved a little awkward with our height differences. Made it work though. His hands were planted on my hips as our mouths dueled, his tongue flicking mine. He tasted like man and strawberries. I couldn't get enough. I wanted, needed, more. My tie had long been loose, so I just ripped it off and threw it behind me. Before I could start on the buttons of my shirt, his hands were there. "You look so hot in a suit." He said when we broke apart. His hands went to my ass once the shirt was off. "Your ass is so fucking hot in these pants." "Really?" I said. "Gavin hated them." He nipped my bottom lip. "He's a fucking moron." He was nibbling his way along my neck to my ear, stopping to whisper in my ear before nibbling on the lobe. "Don't mention him anymore tonight. You're mine now. Right?" "Oh fuck yes!" This dominant streak Kyle had going was really turning me on. For all the spitfire Gavin was in public, he always wanted me to take charge behind closed doors. I'd only ever bottomed twice for Gavin. I loved it, but he was too gentle and slow for my liking. He wanted me to fuck him into the mattress, yet wouldn't do the same for me. He pushed me up till I was on my knees in front of him. His hands undid my belt with speed unbecoming of someone drunk. The zipper didn't have time to sound ominous. My pants dropped enough him to fish my dick out the fly of my purple boxer briefs. Before I could say anything, his lips wrapped around my tip. His tongue flicked over my slit five or six times before he bobbed down about halfway and came back up. Trailing kisses, he went up and down the sides of my shaft before taking me in again for another few bobs. It was the most pleasurable, torturous foreplay I'd ever experienced. "Babe..." He came off me with a slurping sound. "I like that. 'Babe.'" He giggled, then went back down on me. "Oh fuck, I can't take this. I'm going have a heart attack." "So long as this stays hard, I'm good." He emphasized 'this' with a couple strokes of his hand. "You are that...Oh fuck yeahhh..." He took me to the back of his throat and swallowed around the head. I almost shot, but he pulled off. "Baby...Please..." I panted as I begged. "Nope. We aint done yet." He made me stand up, where I kicked off my pants. My shoes had come off when we'd gotten home. One less obstacle as far as I was concerned. He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the bedroom. My dick flopped back and forth through my fly, bouncing off each thigh, like a dog wagging its tail. He began stripping the second we crossed the door frame. I stood watching till he was through. When he was naked, I picked him up, setting him up on the mattress. My bed's tall, the top of the mattress about three and a half feet off the ground. I bent over to do what I'd wanted to do since I'd met him. I felt like a man who won the lotto with a losing ticket. Just wanted to take the money and run before they stopped me. I was going to have him before this dream ended. There's nothing like the salty taste of a man's essence or the smell coming from his balls. I'm seriously addicted to both. Kyle moaned as I went up and down his length. Maybe about six and a half inches. A little longer than me, though slightly skinnier. We weren't porn stars. God, he tasted good. I was really getting in to it as I sucked on each of his balls. He pulled me up and kissed me just as it was getting good. "God I love that..." "Then let me finish." I teased him with a few strokes. "I'd love to." I started to move down again. He stopped me, pulling me to him again, his lips going to my ear lobe. "I want more than a blowjob Jamie." "God I need you to fuck me." I groaned. He pulled back to look me in the eye, his eyebrows in his hairline again. "Really?" "Fuck yes." I kissed him while pulling my purple undies off. "I just assumed it'd be the other way around." "Maybe another time. This time, I really want to feel you in me." His eyes shut and he moaned. "If you talk like that much more, this'll be over before it starts." "Wouldn't want that, would we?" I kissed him again before walking to the nightstand to retrieve the condoms and lube. "I should've looked in there before. Would've saved me some trouble." He had looked over my shoulder and seen my vibrator. It wasn't much, just four and a half inches and modestly thick. "Maybe one day you can use it on me. If we tried that tonight I wouldn't last five minutes. As it is, I probably won't." "You don't have to tell me." I hopped up on the bed, the lube and condoms lying atop my pillow. We kissed some more before I turned to get on all fours. I saw his hand trail up to grab the sundries while his teeth played with my ear. The man had found my weakness, among many. The lube was cold when I first felt his finger. It warmed up soon enough as the first finger slipped in easy. It hadn't been that long since I'd last used my little purple friend. Yes, at least half of everything I own I purple. "Another!" He quickly obeyed, his fingers begging a scissoring motion. There was little to no pain. I've always heard people talk about the pain involved in bottoming. I'd never really felt it. For me, it was always just a slight burning at most. I have a high pain tolerance, so maybe that's it. I didn't care at the moment, deciding just to be thankful for it. The prostate is proof that there is a god, and that he loves us. When he touched that, I almost shot off the bed. "Fuck me!" "But—" "Now dammit!" "Up to you babe." I felt the head of his dick line up and braced myself, not for pain, but for pleasure. I didn't want to shoot all over the bed on the first thrust. The burn was there, as expected, but the sensation of being filled up quickly overshadowed it. He started slow, allowing me to adjust. I reached back, grabbed his hip, and pulled him flush against me. "Oh fuck!" He shouted. "Hell yes..." I moaned. He pulled out to the tip, then slowly drove back in. this went on for a minute before I was ready for something more. "Baby, please... fuck me." "You want it?" He asked. "Yes." "What do you want? "I want you to fuck me!" "How?" He said pulling out. "God dammit Kyle, I want you to fuck me into this damn matter—" I was cut off by a silent moan as he suddenly slammed it home. Thrust after thrust, he pounded into me just right. One arm went under me to my chest. He pulled my back up flush with chest, his teeth finding my ear again. My back arched, bowing out away from him, as he continued to pound in and out of my ass. His dick was nailing my prostate on every drive. I could my own leaking onto the covers. "You going to come for me baby?" he asked. "Oh fuck..." I moaned. "You want me to come while your ass squeezes around me when you shoot all over this bed?" "OH FUCK! Fill me up babe!" How I despised that condom, though I knew it was the safe way to go. A few more thrusts and I could feel him start to spasm inside. "Come for me Jamie." I shot a gallon of cum all over my wolf blanket. Laundry could wait though. Right now, I was enjoying the fading sensations as he pulled out. I vaguely noticed him put the condom in the trash, the extras in the drawer along with the lube. I raised up enough for him to take the blanket to the laundry room. I felt so good. Words can never come close. "You going to sleep on me?" he said from the doorway. He looked so sexy standing there, a sheen of sweat over his chest, half hard dick between his thighs. "Why don't you join me?" "I can do that." He climbed in beside me. I wrapped around his back, pulling his ass up to my crotch. "Be my boyfriend?" I asked while I played with his hair, watching where the cyan gave way to blonde. The color matched his eyes pretty well. "I thought you'd never ask." I snickered. "That was corny." "I'm still wishing I'd opened that nightstand months ago. I could've had this," He reached back to place a hand on my ass. "A long time ago." "Is that a yes?" "It's not a no." "Kyle!" I bit his ear a little harder than what could still be called a loving manner." "Shit, I didn't know you were into the pain scene." "You still moaned." "Yes I did... I moan for just about everything my boyfriend does to me." "I like it when you smile like that." "Good, cause it's just for you." I breathed in his scent till the world faded away.