Sex in the Sky

I must have dozed off. The answering machine had already picked up by the time I absorbed the knowledge that the phone was ringing. The buzzer beeped and the message started.

“Hi guys,” a very familiar low voice spoke out from the box. “It’s me. I don’t know what you two are up to that has you so busy you can’t pick up… Or wait, maybe I do, but let’s not go there, okay?”

I laughed softly to myself.

“Anyway, I called to let you know we’re going to be a little late. Don’t roll your eyes, Joe, you only have to take care of yourselves this weekend. We’ve got all the kids, plus a couple extra I’ve never seen before, and both dogs, which are almost more work. Grandma has her yoga class until 9:30, so she can’t come over and scare the hell out of them like she normally does either. And to top it off, my darling wife is in the bathroom with morning sickness even though I told her she can’t be because she’s in her third trimester, which probably wasn’t the wisest thing to say…”

I reached for the phone but stopped when I heard Joe leave the bathroom and pick up the hall receiver. He strolled into the bedroom with his hand on the cordless. Half his face was shaved and he still had bed hair and I almost jumped him–he looked so gorgeous.

“Sure, sure,” he was saying into the receiver, “let me talk to her.”

He winked at me and motioned for me to pick up the phone. I shook my head lazily and he shrugged.

“Hey, sweetheart, how’s it going?” He frowned and I sat up. “Your stomach hurts?” He listened and the worry was replaced by amusement. “Even though you know that can’t happen in the third trimester.”

I rolled my eyes and flopped back down on the bed.

“Well, why don’t you try eating some ice cream to settle your stomach?”

“Joe!” I said exasperated. “Is that your idea of sound medical advice?”

He stuck his tongue out at me and walked back into the hall. A few minutes later I heard him hang up. He came back in the room and lay down on the bed.

“Reprieve,” he said staring at the ceiling. “They’ll be about 45 minutes late, which translates to an hour, hour and half minimum.”

“Is she really sick?” I remembered my earlier concern and wanted to make sure I was right to let it go. “I mean we could cancel…”

“She’s not sick. You worry too much.”

“Oh and you don’t.”

Joe turned his head and smiled at me. “It’s good for her to get out, experience a change of scene.”

I snorted. “Watch it. You’re beginning to sound pretty new age there, Mr. MD.”

“Well,” his eyes turned sexy. “I’m a sensitive kind of guy.” He leaned over to kiss me tenderly then abruptly changed moods and pinched my ass.

“Ow!”

“Come on, let’s shower and then I’ll make you one of my bean curd and sprout omelets.”

“My God,” I groaned in mock horror. “Aliens have come in the middle of the night and replaced the man I love with Richard Simmons.”

“Never happen. We’re a team, you and me; not even aliens could separate us.”

He walked out of the bedroom without waiting for my reaction. He already knew what it would be. He was right: nobody would ever separate us. Not that a couple hadn’t tried…

October 1988

The sky was cloudless, the air tangy with the sweet scents of fall and beer. The sun shone down with hard rays, warming my face and hands. It was a perfect day for football. The only problem was: we were losing.

Carl my old roommate and perennial football buddy, moaned in agony as Joe got sacked again.

“Third down,” boomed the loudspeaker.

“I can’t watch anymore,” Carl practically whimpered, than matched his actions with his words and got up. “You want a dog?”

I shook my head. He shrugged and took off trying to beat the half-time mob.

For four years now, we had been watching the Wolverines together. As freshman, far away from home and friends, it had seemed expedient to go to the games together. After a while, it had become a habit and had given us some common ground that we didn’t otherwise share. It had been the basis of a friendship that, while I wouldn’t call it close, was something I valued.

He had gotten married the previous June to a pretty little blonde named Ashley, who was sassy and funny and I was half in love with her myself. I was surprised and flattered, when he asked me to be one of his groomsmen.

Ash didn’t like football, but she had graciously agreed that Carl and I could continue our football affair, as she called it. So Saturday afternoons remained the two of us, up in the stands, yelling ‘Go Blue!’ and singing Hail To The Victors, regardless of whether the team won or lost.

There was one difference this year. Joe had landed us some killer seats at the 50-yard line. Now, while most of the students were crammed into the edges of the stadium, we sat with the Alumni bigwigs. Joe was so pleased to have been able to do this for us that I never told him I kinda missed the insanity that went on in the student section.

A hand grasped my shoulder firmly.

“Jesus,” I said without turning around. “That was quick.”

“Mike?” It was not Carl.

I swiveled around in my seat, my mouth suddenly gone dry. There behind me stood Culvert Atchison Montgomery IV, sexy grin and all.

It had been over two months since I’d started my new job at the firm and I’d had plenty of time to check out Cam. Familiarity had not bred contempt. If anything, I thought he’d gotten better looking then when I’d first laid eyes on him. A lot of that had to do with how he acted, as well as the way he was put together.

He was always friendly, always polite when he made a request and grateful for any work that you did for him. He snubbed no one; treated nobody like they were below his notice. He knew everybody’s name from the overworked secretaries to the guy who cleaned the washrooms. It was no surprise that I wasn’t the only person who’d have jumped in front of him to take a bullet. We probably would have fought over the honor.

My job, as I’ve mentioned, was research, and I’d be less than honest if I didn’t admit that some of the research I’d done had been on Cam. No, I didn’t do a TRW on him. But I asked around, casually, and I found out as much as I could without risking a reputation as a stalker.

He was 34 years old, divorced, and the father of two kids, a boy 9 and a girl, 7. He and his ex-wife, Elise, were friendly; he kept a picture of her on his desk along with one of the munchkins. Rumor had it that his ex had left him for another guy; but I didn’t buy it. I mean, who could she have found that would be better than Cam? He had been raised in Chicago and was from a wealthy family, but had decided to move to Ann Arbor after the divorce.

His sex life was strictly private. Nobody knew anything for sure, but the prevailing theory was that he was still heartbroken over the breakup of his marriage; he even wore his wedding band. Of course it goes without saying I’d of loved to help him out by licking his wounds and any other body part he wanted me to attend to.

But being the realist that I am, I’d accepted that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Instead I’d been conducting my own quest for a new love, or a reasonable facsimile of that phenomenon. My results though, had been less than spectacular. I was beginning to be afraid that my senior year would be a relatively celibate one. Joe wasn’t having a lot of luck in the love life department either, if his bitching could be believed.

Ironic isn’t it? Just as we’d realized settling down has some advantages; we both hit a dry spell. But the problem faded as I looked at the ice blue eyes of the face in front of me.

“Cam! I thought you were somebody else.” I said inanely and unnecessarily; the man was not an idiot.

“Sorry to disappoint you.” But his expression showed how unlikely he thought that was.

“No, no, have a seat.”

“Okay, just for a minute,” he swung gracefully around me to sit in Carl’s vacant spot.

I could feel the heat and strength of his leg as it brushed mine and the faint smell of some kind of spicy aftershave drifted past my nose. I had to restrain myself from sniffing appreciatively. Cam looked around him and raised his eyebrows.

“Great seats.”

“Yeah, a friend of mine is on the team. He got them for me.”

“Joe Lassiter.”

He knew about my friendship with Joe? My surprise must have registered in my face, and he answered my unspoken question.

“Pen told me you two were friends.”

For a second, my heart warmed. Cam had been asking about me. His next sentence told me that wasn’t the case.

“I was telling her about my not so glorious years at Northwestern. I was second-string quarterback. She told me you knew the kid with the golden arm.”

“Yeah, not so golden today though,” I sighed, though it was as much for my disappointment in finding out Cam was not checking me out, as for the dismal showing the team was putting out that day.

“I’m not sure it’s entirely his fault, his blockers look like they’ve never seen a defensive play before.”

I nodded glumly in agreement. Cam laughed and shrugged.

“Hey,” he admonished. “Everybody has a bad day now and again.”

“Which would be fine, if it wasn’t against the Spartans!”

“Ah yes,” he laughed, as only somebody who was from out of town would. “The famous rivalry.”

“It’s not just that,” I protested, then grinned at the disbelieving look on his face. “Okay, maybe it is, but you have to understand what it’ll do to our ratings. State isn’t even ranked this year.”

“Cheer up,” he squeezed my arm.

I could feel it all the way to my groin. Damn! This guy made me feel like a horny thirteen year old.

“Maybe they’ll do better the second half.”

I managed to stutter out some reply and he took his hand away which allowed my brain to clear. We continued to talk about the team, and the game. He told me he was with a couple of the partners and their wives, and pointed to some seats about twelve up from us.

Carl came back and I introduced them. Carl joined in the conversation and we argued good naturally about what the Wolverines had to do to pull this one out. Finally, halftime ended and Cam rose to leave.

“I wish I could stay and sit with you guys,” he said. “The people I’m with only want to talk about work. It’s fun talking football.”

“We’re going out for some beers later with Lassiter,” Carl said. “Ditch the stiffs and join us.”

Cam looked at me and I nodded. My mouth was dry again and I seemed to have temporarily lost the use of my vocal cords. Don’t be an asshole, I told myself this is just a bunch of guys getting together for some brews. But I almost jumped for joy, when Cam nodded.

“Thanks, I’d like that. I’ll have to meet you though, I came with my associates.”

Carl gave him directions to the bar. I sat there like an idiot. If I didn’t get myself under control I was in for a very long and uncomfortable night.

We lost. Carl and I waited at the gate until Joe limped over to us. He looked beat; he had a cut lip and the beginnings of a black eye. He saw the look on my face.

“Don’t even start,” he warned, but I ignored him.

“Jesus Joe, those farm boys kicked the shit out of you.”

“Fuck you, Mike.”

“There you go, wishing for the impossible again.”

We walked over to my car. Well, Carl and I walked; Joe hobbled. He really did look all out. I was a little concerned, so naturally I gave him crap until he groaned and slumped in the back seat of the car and covered his ears.

“Christ, why do I put up with this abuse?” He whined. “I could have gone out with some nice young thing that’d give me sympathy, instead of rubbing salt in my wounds.”

“Yeah, but she wouldn’t have liked it when you got shit faced and threw up all over the place.”

I watched his face brighten at the mention of drinking. Don’t get me wrong, none of us were really drunks, but this was college and a lot of male bonding is done over a dozen or so beers.

We eventually pulled into a dilapidated tavern about 10 miles out of town. It was our normal hangout after a game. Joe liked a little down time to unwind; so we usually avoided the crowded sports and college bars, though we probably would end up in one by the end of the evening.

We walked in and, as usual, it was only half full and everybody ignored us. We found a table and ordered a pitcher.

About 15 minutes later, Cam walked in. Carl and I hadn’t mentioned he was joining us to Joe. Carl had probably forgotten, and I didn’t want to seem too eager. Joe looked at me quizzically, as Cam sat down.

“Cam,” I said making introductions. “This is Joe Lassiter. Joe, Cam Montgomery, he’s a partner at Croft. We saw each other at the game, and we told him to join us.”

They eyed each other speculatively. I was amused. Two alpha males meeting for the first time can be very entertaining. Eventually, they relaxed and started to talk. Carl joined in, but I took the opportunity to sit back and watch the action.

It slowly dawned on me that they had more in common than just star quality. Physically, they were the same body type, coloring, hair, even eye color, though Joe’s were a warmer blue and Cam’s body had the mature musculature of a man in his thirties. Their voices were similar too. Low and masculine with identical inflection and accent; which was reasonable, when you knew they’d been raised in the same area of the country.

There were, of course, differences. Joe had an air of enthusiasm, a joy in life, while Cam was more wary. When Joe smiled, it was open and inviting. Cam’s, I saw, now that I could compare the two, was more ironic and world-weary. It made sense, when you considered the years and the experience that separated the two men. Joe, in another twelve years might have exactly the same mannerisms if life and love dealt with him as unkindly as it apparently had Cam.

I shivered as that thought struck home. God, I hoped that wasn’t a premonition. No way did I wish that kind of unhappiness on my best friend.

“You okay?” Joe said. “You’re kind of far away there, dude.”

“Yeah, just felt somebody walking on my grave is all.”

Joe shrugged and grinned and went back to arguing with Carl. Cam stared at me, his face briefly mirroring Joe’s concern. I felt my stomach lurch, as my attraction to him dug in deeper. Jesus, I thought, freshman year I fell in love with Joe, a straight guy, and now I was repeating history with Cam. Was this my fate, to always fall for unattainable men?

Cam was still looking at me. I wanted to break eye contact, but my treacherous body wouldn’t let me. Slowly his mouth curled up in a little, amused grin. Shit, he knew!

It was like he could see into my soul. I felt my face flushing. The noise of the bar receded; the only thing I was aware of were icy blue eyes pulling me in like a tractor beam. At least, when I’d been so hung up on Joe, I’d been spared the humiliation of him being aware of the attraction. Now, I would have to deal with the knowledge that, Cam was not only fully cognizant of my schoolboy crush; he thought it was funny.

“Hey ladies,” Carl broke the moment, and I went weak from relief. “It’s been fun; but duty and marriage calls.”

“What you really mean is, you’re going home for some sex,” Joe retorted.

It was a well-established fact. Beer made my old roommate horny.

“Well at least, I’m going to get some tonight, which is more than I can say about you sad shits,” Carl stood and tossed some bills on the table. “Later…”

He walked away as Joe and I looked at each other and laughed. Cam stared at us, puzzled.

“Watch this,” I said to him with glee.

Carl walked out of the bar, with his hand searching his pocket. Through the dusty plate glass window, we saw him stop in the parking lot and look around. Finally, he turned back and walked back into the building, his cheeks a fiery red.

“Mike?” He said pouting.

“Yes?” I had no intention of making this easy for Carl.

“Can I have a ride home?”

Joe and I broke into a roar. Cam realized what had happened and he joined in. Carl just stood and glowered at us.

“Assholes,” he muttered.

“Aw,” I said in mock sympathy. “Did the little head take all the oxygen from the big head and make you forget who drove?”

“Come on Mike, have some mercy,” Joe added. “Take the boy home, so he can get some relief.”

We all stood and got ready to leave. Joe and Cam decided to head to one of the pubs down by the school. I was going to meet them for burgers and more beer, after I dropped off Carl.

I meant to do just that; but Ash met us at the door and invited me in. One look at Carl’s agonized face, silently begging me to refuse was all I needed to agree to stay for a while. So, it was almost an hour and a half until I caught up to them. Well, one of them anyway.

“What happened to Joe?” I asked Cam, when I finally found him at the bar.

“He found a young lady with a hot tub.” He grinned at me and stood. We grabbed a booth.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be stranded, I got caught by Ashley, that’s Carl’s wife.”

“No problem, Joe just left a few minutes ago. I thought I’d stay for a while. I figured you’d show up eventually.”

“Thanks, it was good of you to wait.”

“I wanted to,” he looked at me with those incredible eyes and I mentally groaned.

I was not prepared to a have a one on one evening with Cam. It had been hard enough, no pun intended, to sit with him when Joe and Carl were there as buffers, I had no idea how I would handle it alone. I struggled to find a safe topic.

“So,” I finally managed to croak out. “How did you and Joe get along?”

“Okay, he’s a nice guy.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“He said the same about you,” something about that statement amused Cam. “So tell me, how did you two meet?”

I told him, and in the telling I started to relax. It was a story I’d repeated a lot in the three years I’d known Joe. I’d learn how to tell it well, dwelling on the funny aspects and brushing off the real terror and pain that night had given me. But as I told it, I remembered, and the memory made me rub the scar I would always carry on the palm of my right hand.

Cam noticed; he reached across the table and flipped my hand up and stared at it. “The surgeons did a good job,” he said softly, still holding my hand in place.

“It works okay, though my handwriting will never win any awards and the scar feels kind of weird,” I tried to pull my hand away, but he tightened his grip.

“Let me see,” Cam moved his hand to trace the bumpy ridges on my palm.

Even though I didn’t have much feeling there; I shivered from his touch.

“It’s cooler than the rest of your hand,” he slid his fingers up, stroking mine.

My heart pounded in my chest. Could what I think was happening really be? My eyes searched his face. Yep. I may be slow; but I wasn’t a complete imbecile. Cam grinned a lazy, sexy smile. He knew I was going to be easy.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I wanted him to spell it out, to make it perfectly clear in my mind.

He obliged. “Sure this is wrong, considering where you work? Sure I’m getting in way over my head? Sure I want you?” He never broke his gaze. “Oh yes, I’m sure.” He gave my hand a little squeeze, then released it and sat back.

“I’m starved,” he abruptly changed the subject. “Didn’t you say this place had great burgers?”

I nodded dumbly. He called a waiter over and got some menus. I managed to pull myself together enough to order. Cam started to chat about work, as if the last few minutes hadn’t happened.

Amazingly, I managed to restrain myself from dropping to my knees and sucking his cock. If he wanted to play it cool, then I would too.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Part of me listened and laughed and responded at the appropriate times, but most of me was consumed with how the evening would end.

I shouldn’t have bothered.

We walked out of the pub at a little past midnight. The streets were almost deserted. Most people were at home by now, or still partying indoors. Cam walked with me to my car. I waited for him to ask me to his place; I wanted to ask him to mine. He didn’t, and my courage failed me.

“I…need to get back… to my rooms,” he tried to say calmly, but he was blushing and hiding slightly behind the other because he didn’t want everyone to see what effect the damn vibrate had left him with. Luckily the other didn’t make too big a deal about the arousal pressing into his leg where Orion walked with him, slowly guiding him. Tiburon could have laughed at the other, drawn attention to him, or left him to deal with it on his own. Instead, the shark led the boy to the rooms calmly so as not to have people staring at them. Once in the room and door locked he moved off painfully to his bedroom to take care of this problem.

“Sorry about that,” he said walking in and seeing the other unbuttoning his pants. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” He asked. He had never seen or heard the other doing what he was about to. He just seemed like too much of a goody goody to do so.

Orion practically froze up when the other was suddenly behind him. Had he invited him into the bedroom?! He did not do the boy/boy thing!

“You’re not doing it right,” he said striding over to the smaller. “A firm grip…” he said before setting his hand on the other’s erection.

Orion tried to use his other hand to push the other off, but soon found it trapped next to his other one with two large ones on top. In between his gritted teeth would occasionally escape the barest whimper or soft moan. It had to be him, because he’d never done this. It was only his own attention and not because the other was right there.

“Don’t argue with me… Just close your eyes and pretend it’s you doing it,” Tiburon ordered before gently stroking and rubbing him.

As the taller made him go harder and faster, his brows knitted and he panted slightly, he could feel his knees going weak, and would have been down on the ground had the other not been holding him up.

It was no real issue for him. He didn’t care that he was helping his enemy. Not like helping him with something like a test but jerk off. If that wasn’t odd enough the other seemed to get so lost in it that he couldn’t argue. It amazed him that he found the other so much more attractive when his stupid comments weren’t getting in the way.

With a broken cry Orion came and paused to catch his breath. Then he turned around, wincing from pulling back his hand with the slightly sticky substance on it. It was… unclean.

Tiburon had wanted to lean down and kiss the other at that noise of pleasure but before he could do anything he was faced with a pissed off like hawk.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked, pale chest slightly heaving still. “I don’t like guys. The idea of it is disgusting and utterly unclean and dirty.” Orion was known for being a bit of a nut when it came to this issue, so naturally gay sex was something that made him wince to think of.

“For once could you stop thinking that everyone is out to rape you and make you gay? I mean honestly. You weren’t going to be able to do it yourself and leaving something like that in there can cause you some serious damage.” He was knowledgeable on the topic. Orion wouldn’t even have to know what the other was talking about if he hadn’t left the damn phone on vibrate, but didn’t say it because of what the other did next.

“And besides…” He took the sullied hand by the wrist and brought it up to his mouth. “It wasn’t so bad was it?” Tiburon asked before he started to lick off each and every inch of the mess and did so without taking his eyes off of the other’s eyes.

The hawk watched with a look of both fascination and revulsion as the other licked the mess away, and felt a gentle sucking on his fingers with each digit. And those eyes didn’t let him escape. Not until he was done, and even then the hawk was too stunned by the slight turn of events to really do much.

When he had decided to go on this thing, his plan was to get the other drunk, leave him with a crowd he knew wouldn’t take advantage of him and come back here alone.

“….. ….. Does this mean I’m not a virgin anymore?”

He just blinked dumbly at the boy before chuckling softly into his hand. He couldn’t believe that the other had just asked him that. He had never had anyone so innocent talk with him about such things before and it was simply adorable.

It was the only question Orion could think of right now that didn’t revolve around ‘how could you do that?! That’s disgusting!’ He glared at the tall shark for chuckling at him and was about to say something when the other finally gave him an answer.

“Orion… What we just did… It didn’t constitute as sex and you are still a virgin. To lose your virginity you must have… well penetration.” Tiburon said and smirked as the shorter boy had made a disgusted face at the word ‘penetration’. “You just masturbated. It’s something you can do without worrying about your virginity,” he said licking away at his bottom lip. Orion, on the other hand, may not have known much about sex, but he was sure that men weren’t supposed to penetrate men. That’s why women were here, and men weren’t equipped like them. The thought of him doing that to something or someone doing that to him was…. ah, gross!

“Don’t worry… I didn’t take your virginity…” he said moving close and running a hand through the kid’s hair. “But… You liked it didn’t you… If you want… we could do it again…”

Orion scuttled away slightly, blushing and looking slightly angry, and scared, at the same time. “You’d have to have me totally drunk before I would respond in the positive! And good luck with that happening because I don’t drink!”

He gave a huff of breath and then turned to pull on some shorts from a drawer nearby, which was too funny. Mainly because the white shorts with the blue pinstripes on the sides were so damn short. The back of which showed off the fact that he was a nice piece of eye candy. Tiburon just shrugged and watched the other and smiled at his clothing choice. He figured that the other was doing it subconsciously. Surely, he wouldn’t be trying to get the other on purpose.

“And don’t you dare tell anyone what we did,” he added as an afterthought. We walked over to the bed, exhausted from the crowd and what he’d just done, he fell face first into the soft mattress. Orion thought with the conversation over, the other would go back out a party and be a jerk as always.

“Why not?” He asked moving to the bed that the boy was lying on. “I doubt anyone would really believe it.” He did have a point. How many times had he said that he would never do anything with a little kid like Orion? Too many to count really. He sat down next to the other and let a hand rest on the small of his back, his hand started to rub that back, not the ass… yet..

Orion moved uncomfortably away from that hand. A sharp brown eye peered out from the pillow’s depths as he talked, muffled slightly by the pillow.

“You know… I never did tell you why I picked on you…” he said softly.

“Cause you’re a shallow jerk?” he suggested innocently enough, though some of that old piss and vinegar could be seen slowly coming back in that eye towards the other who had hurt so many of his friends’ feelings.

“For once can we just talk?” He asked with a little bite in his tone. Tiburon only got that way when he was getting irritated. “If you really want me to start treating you like a normal person and not that little kid then we need to talk.” He was being very frank with the other.

“Talk away,” he said, then turning his head so it faced him.

“You remember how you said that I had been hurt. You’re right but not like how you think.” He moved to sit with his back against the headboard and sighed.

“I was fourteen and just coming into myself much like you are now…” that was a last bit of teasing,” and I was learning that I had a lot of new options. One of them was a boy that went to the school with me. At first we were shy and very cautious about what we did but we got bolder and finally got caught.”

“I went to a Catholic school and… yeah. The point is when it came to it he said that it had been all my idea and considering that it was one of the professors’ sons… I really had no defense or say…” he smiled. Orion lay there listening to the story. Yeah, that was nice and all, and certainly kind of going along with his earlier guess, but it hadn’t answered one question. Then the other must have read his mind.

“And why do I pick on you? Heh…” he laughed ruefully. “You look just like him. I’m angry at him… and at you for looking like him. Cause… I’m still attracted to him.”

“Thanks a lot,” he said, meaning for the reason. But he turned his head away to the other side and then into the pillow again. So the only reason the other had done that, or even seemed rather, ah, touchy-feely was because Orion looked like his former lover, whom he was still attracted to? Oh, that bit made him feel so good…. not.

“Oh stop pouting,” he said with a bit of a chuckle. “I would never have done that for him. I probably would have broken it off or something.” He thought it over. “Yes… I did that for you because… I don’t know why. You look like him but you aren’t him.”

Orion had got it from the get go but he wanted to hear the other say it out loud. It was a lesson that the shallow man seemed to slowly, very slowly be learning. One he really needed to learn, in Orion’s opinion. Besides, after years of being annoyed, it was rather fun watching the other squirm in trying to talk.

This was getting really hard to explain. “You see… I’ve noticed that though you resemble him in so many ways… you’re different and… Not at all the same guy he was. I really never paid attention to that though. I was much more worried about the possibility that you were him…”

“I jerked you off because you needed my help.”

“Well, I think I could have handled it fine. Having you in the room suddenly was a bit distracting.” He was never one to get up in front of people in terms of things he’d be judged on, like reports or dances, so having someone watching him do that…

“I would be a bit distracting,” he said to himself with a smirk. He was still Tiburon that was for sure. He saw that the other didn’t appreciate it that much. “Hey, stop doing that. I’m not being mean, I’m being me… Deal with it.”

“Well, you can go handle your own little problem,” his own teasing as he was slightly blushing, “in the bathroom. And please try to keep it…clean.”

Tiburon did not move. He stayed where he was but looked at Orion. “I figured since I helped you that you should help me.”

A simple sentence had the result of impossibly wide eyes and disappearing eyebrows into his bangs, as Orion sat bolt upright. Tiburon wanted what?! But he hadn’t asked for the help!! And wouldn’t have if he knew it would be like this!!

“I think you planned this,” he said, brows slightly knotting in a scared, resigned fashion

“Don’t give me so much credit,” he said with a soft sneer. “I’m just a stupid preppy… remember?” He asked eyes narrowing as he continued to smile. “Tell you something else… If I wasn’t so hot and into my looks I’d be a bookworm like you though.”

He watched as the other crawled forward and towards the other like a child approaching a mess he had to clean up by himself. Meaning, he was not very happy. It was too cute how the blonde boy was all nervous and yes this was similar to what he had planned. It had only been easier with the cell phone.

Orion paused, not quite sure how to do this because he couldn’t do what the other did from behind. His eyes briefly meeting the other’s before shakily sighing and muttering, “Damn my repaying nature…”

Orion slid his hands down the other’s chest and abdomen to the offending zipper before slowly pulling it down, the noise seeming horribly loud in the near silent room. The other allowed him the help of pulling his pants and boxers down, and Orion lifted himself to slide the items down past where he sat. But now he met the large erection and seemed temporarily frozen.

Then he reached out with his hands, one on the other’s inner thigh and the other gingerly, almost teasingly beginning to touch…

He smiled as the other touched him gently. “Don’t tease me…” He said. Tiburon reached up and touched the other cheek. “You need me to show you how again?” He asked. He knew the other had a hard time performing in front of others. If he wasn’t satisfied… well… the other was going to satisfy him either way.

Orion blushed and shook his head in the negative fashion. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, which did help. Besides, it was easier to remember exactly what the other had been doing to him. And that’s what his hands started doing.

It started off in a slow manner, but then his grip grew a little firmer and a little faster, and soon he was hearing the noises of the other, even if they were slightly restrained it sounded like.

Tiburon held back a little with his moans and grunts simply because he could tell that the other was trying not to think about what he was doing. Really that normally would have inspired him to be loud but he couldn’t do it to him.

He dare not open his eyes, as he tried to block his own satisfaction and small feeling in the pit of his stomach that threatened to make its reappearance. Why was he nearly getting hard helping a guy do this? He wasn’t really gay was he?

He bit his lip but kept his eyes on the other’s lap and could see that he was growing hard from the whole thing. He smiled and laughed a little bit.

“Apparently… You do know… what you’re… doing,” the taller commented as he tried to hold back. Orion really wanted to say something scathing to that but decided not to. He didn’t want to be good and know how to help a male like this. He didn’t want the other to stop and he wanted to get the boy just as hard as he was so he could ‘help’ him again. He leaned up and kissed the other who didn’t see it coming. So focused was he, he didn’t feel the other lean until he was being kissed again.

It startled him, just as it had this afternoon, and though he had made out a little with girls before, being kissed like the submissive was a bit discomforting.

A few more moments, and he felt his hand get covered in that sticky substance again and sighed. Anything even related to sex was messy, and he was hard again. There was no trying to deny it in those tiny shorts of his. Feeling like he had just committed a crime, he grabbed a nearby Kleenex box and used a tissue or two to wipe the crap from his hand.

Tiburon just got up and moved over to the other and began rubbing him through those tiny shorts. He smiled at that moan and exposed neck. He took advantage of that really quickly and began kissing and sucking on that neck.

“Just lay back…” he said easing the other down on the bed and running his hand through the other’s hair. He removed the shorts quickly without the other really noticing and then he worked down from the neck to the navel.

“Just relax,” he said before licking the tip of it. “You’ll like this… I promise,” he said before letting his tongue graze the underside.

“…please, no…” the younger said, even as he responded to that very talented mouth. Tiburon had tried to soothe the other to let him give the blow job but with the boy being such a girl it was hard not to get angry and just rape him. He let out a sigh and hovered over him before resting, slightly, on him. He carefully kissed that ear and massaged those shoulders.

“Orion… I promise that I won’t go any further than you want me to.” He removed his shirt and moved to lie beside him and made the other look him in the eyes.

He bit his lip and panted before pulling away, turning over and burring his hot face in his pillow. Orion couldn’t do this. No, he couldn’t. It was too much, too fast…. Or at least that was what he was trying to rationalize to himself. Though he knew it actually wasn’t, that this had been brooding for years. It was mostly because he was scared, and never wanted a first time. He knew first times weren’t special but rather more painful than anything, and Orion didn’t like pain.

“Slow at first…” He moved back in and just started to kiss him. There was a hand lost in Orion’s hair while the other was wrapped around the smaller boy’s back. Gently he brushed against the other’s manhood and smiled at the reaction. He loved how the other just moaned into him mouth.

He felt gentle weight on him, laying slightly on him and yet not.

He let the other kiss him, and responded back. Orion had heard of boys doing this in order to just practice for the girls, so he supposed it was okay even when they started kissing with tongues. Orion was pulled closer by the hand on his back, more to his side, and accidentally moaned into Tiburon’s mouth as the other brushed him.

Orion opened his eyes, prepared to break it and apologize, but then just felt it all continuing. He tentatively wrapped his upper arm under the other’s and around his shoulder, while the other teased the chest flesh. Teasing just came natural.

Tiburon was sure this was how it was going to be but this was so much better. He let a hand rub at the other’s nipple and smirked as the other submitted to him. He couldn’t believe that it was going over so well and that they hadn’t started arguing again.

“Eres muy bonito…” he whispered in his native tongue smiling as the other didn’t understand. He went back to kissing the other and brushed against him again and once again. It was amazing how fun it was with a virgin. His lips soon wandered away from those lips and then started to kiss that jaw line and neck.

“Yo amo Tu…” He whispered passionately.

Those words, he didn’t understand them. And there was a kind of magic in it, something that made this seem a little less real. And less real was very welcomed right now to Orion, who would arch, or moan, or tense in his grip on the other’s shoulder every time he was brushed.

“What are you saying?” he whispered back, voice heavy with arousal. But he never got an answer, more like he answered with a cry as his nipple was nibbled on by that mouth. He hoped the room was sound proof, or he’d be avoiding everyone’s gaze tomorrow.

Tiburon just ignored the question and attacked that nipple that his hand had been playing with. He rather enjoyed the other’s company in bed. He wondered how he was going to get the other into bed again. His hand reached down and began massaging the erect flesh.

“Ah-h!” Orion felt his breath collapse when the other was touching him much more down there than before when simply jerking off.

Tiburon slid his fingers down the underside until reaching his prize. He took them into his hand gently… softly he rubbed them smiling as he chuckled at the other’s sounds and movements. He really had the other in such a hold there was no way to back out and run off.

The shorter man’s face looked mixed between pain and pleasure from the other rubbing him there, and Orion knew there was no backing out of this. Not really, by this late in the game. If you wanted to get rid of his pain, he’d probably have to take more.

Orion didn’t know what was being said, or asked, or what have you, but he gulped and slightly slid away, turning over so he lay on his stomach. Though he was resting with his knees pulled up to him so his behind was slightly raised up and exposed in a lovely view, He really hoped the other got the hint.

Only way he thought he would get through this was to do it this way. Besides, as far as he knew, most did it like this or doggy-style…

Tiburon stared at the other and laughed. He couldn’t help it. Either the other was really as innocent as he said and really had no idea that it could be done other ways or he just wanted it now and bad.

Without another word in either language he moved to the other and found some lotion. He smirked as he applied to cool lubricant to himself and then on the other. He let his fingers move in one by one as his other hand took hold of the other’s erection. He simulated the thrusting upon getting the two fingers in and listened to the grunts and the moans the other gave him.

“You’re such a tight ass…” he commented before squeezing the other rendering him weak in the knees. He pushed into the other and let his hands pull the other up into him. “I like it…”

It felt like he was being split in two, and he had to stop himself from starting to cry. Though it didn’t stop his face nor had his noises from showing it hurt a lot. ‘Please… don’t tell me it hurts like this… after the first time,’ he thought.

He dug his fingers into the pillow when the other began to thrust. It never really did get that much better, except for the relief of Tiburon hitting what he could only describe as a pleasure spot of flesh.

Another reason he subconsciously wanted to do this in this fashion, besides not wanting to have to meet eyes, was demonstrated with the fact his nails were cutting through the pillow material. Tiburon’s back would have been a bloody mess.

Tiburon was thoroughly enjoying himself as he thrusted into the other. It felt good to have someone submissive as this again. He loved the heat of the hawk’s body and just his overall shape was something that he wanted and now had possession of. He could have gone all night but finished it up and pulled out of the other shortly after his coming.

He pulled the other to him and saw that the boy had come and grown hard once again. His quick swoop and a quick but seductive blow later the other was limp in his arms.

“Are you cold Orion?” He asked pulling the blankets over them and hugging the little bird close to him letting his arms run over that bare flesh that was Orion’s back in a soothing manner. “Yo amo Tu…” he repeated before kissing him softly. The other was starting to get a feeling of what that may have meant when he was snuggled into the other’s warm body. Orion wasn’t sure how he felt about it. It was his enemy he was doing this with, and in a way hadn’t really thought that this was supposed to be about emotion. It had only started as ‘you help me, I help you…’

So he continued to play like he didn’t know and let himself be kissed and lightly kissed that neck before just letting them cuddle. Tiburon smiled as the other cuddled back. He didn’t let the other move around too much because he knew that the boy was in a great amount pain and would no doubt not want to move anyway.

“You know…” he stopped before making the other look into his eyes.”I never slept with any of them…” he kind of chuckled softly to himself.

“Of course I had sex but… as soon as that was done I left or made them leave… But…” he let his nose graze the other boy’s. I want to stay with you…”

Orion gripped the other’s arm slightly, and bit his lip. “I’m nervous… about this sudden swing in you and us and… how did it change so quickly? I feel left behind and adrift and not knowing what to do or say…”

That and he felt sweaty and gross and sticky despite the fact that he other had licked him clean. Watching that had nearly made Orion just pull a look of disgusting on his face, and hoped the other wouldn’t want him to do that anytime soon.

“How? Why?” He asked with a smile as the other was biting his lip and getting that nervous look in his eyes. “You remember how we first met way back in the first year. I could have sworn you were that little treacherous brat and believed it further when we were made dorm mates.”

He chuckled softly. “I realized that you couldn’t have been him. You’re too kind and gentle and sweet. He was very much like that but it wasn’t real with him and it was all so genuine with you. I thought you had been sent to punish me for my transgressions… And while I hated you so much… I also wanted you… Unlike all of your pathetic friends that I used and dumped you were the one that meant something to me.” He laughed softly again.

“You were the prize that I had wanted but knew that I could never get as easily. You weren’t a little slut willing to just lie down for me and I wanted that… You’re mine now, Orion… You realize that…”

A prize? A possession? That rubbed him the wrong way. “Yes, well, your prize needs to go and take a shower if he wants to sleep tonight,” he said. Orion felt the need to shower, feeling rather dirtier than he physically was.

He turned on the shower and then opened the porthole. As the other walked in he changed and flew right out and towards land nearby.

…………..

“Hello? Oh hello dear!” said Orion’s mom, when the other had come to the door. Before he could step in, she smiled and added. “Orion’s not here. He moved out last night.”

She pointed down towards the houses in the dragon’s keep, and at the apartments. “See that apartment right there? With the bird perch on the balcony? That’s him. But don’t say I sent you,” she looked slightly worried. “Good luck, Tiburon!”

First off he couldn’t believe that the woman had just let the boy move out when he was clearly upset. He knew why and he had meant it to keep the other and maybe something else. The point was that he firmly believed that the other was his and that for the hawk to keep taking off like that was a nuisance.

Orion was unpacking his stuff. He’d been meaning to move out pretty soon anyway, but last night just gave him the catalyst to finalize the apartment on hold and move. So now he was putting items up and wiping his forehead. He worked in cut off jean shorts, a white mesh top, and little else. It was too hot to be properly dressed. The bell rang, and he got up and opened the door.

“Yes, yes, I am happy to meet you —…” Orion said. Tiburon looked at the other who was not paying any attention to him. He knew it was too hot out; he was wearing only his swimming trunks. He was showing off his gorgeous body.

“Surprised? I have to admit that I was when you left me on the boat last night…” He said with a rather annoyed look. “Did you think that I was just going to let you leave? I told you last night… You are mine…” he stated plainly. “Don’t you remember last night?” He asked moving in and shutting the door behind him. He had the other pinned against a wall but nowhere near a window for anyone to look in at them. “Don’t tell me you don’t…” he whispered. “I told you over and over… ‘Yo amo tu’ and you think that you can just drop me… not likely…”

“I don’t want to be a possession,” Orion said, moving away, knowing he had left the balcony door open. If he could get close enough…

“Quit being a baby…” he said angrily.”You were all for it last night when you gave yourself to me…. What you did was a blatant sign of submission and you giving your body over to me like that meant that you are mine…”

He flinched and looked away. Orion hated this, this feeling of being smaller than the other, and powerless just from the words used. Orion was tempted to take a drastic violent tendency and rip out one of the other’s piercings if he had to, to get away.

“Like I even know what that means,” said, getting slightly scared now to where he did try to move away from that grip. “For all I know you could have been saying a ton of things! Let me go!” He pulled at the arms that pinned him.

He glared down at the other before slipping his leg between the boy’s thighs and further pinning him. “Are you honestly so stupid that you have no idea what I meant when I said that? Did you pay no attention to my tone? ‘Yo’ means ‘I’ and ‘tu’ means ‘you’. ‘Amar’ is the uncongealed form of ‘amo’. ‘Amar’ means ‘to love’.”

“I basically told you that I loved you last night…”

“Well, don’t expect the same of me all of a sudden!” Orion replied back, not angrily but almost teary at what the other had said. “Unlike you, who have liked me all these years, I haven’t! You’ve been mean and downright cruel sometimes to me with the stuff you’ve said and done! I don’t want to have sex again anyway…”

Tiburon was not surprised with how the other was going about deciding whether or not he loved him or not. He huffed frustrated. He shook his head and stared at the kid as if he was more trouble than he was worth. “Who said I came over here for sex?” He asked. “Did I grab you, drag you into the bedroom, rip off your clothes, and start raping you? No… I’m not here for sex you egotistical little twit.”

He let his head turn away and lean against the wall. “It just hurts too much. I could barely move this morning. My mum had to give me a healing charm. I don’t want to do that again…”

“Why didn’t you just perform a healing charm? Honestly I don’t know how you plan on making it on your own out here. Fine… Just know that there aren’t a lot of people that would have went looking for you… Not everyone cares that much…” Tiburon found himself interrupted by the other.

“I told you yesterday, I am underage! Unless I want to get in trouble with the magical law, I can’t!” he said back, making that point again.

“Even when you thought I hated you and I did all those ‘cruel’ things to you… Did I ever once put you in danger?”

“And yeah, you have! Remember you played the prank where I couldn’t get in to sleep though the lounges or dorms? And that was the night that was a full moon?! I had to avoid a bloody werewolf all night!”

“Well if you weren’t crying like a girl you could have hidden in an alcove!” He shouted back at the other exasperatedly. It really had been scary for Orion, and a source of a few nightmares. The door opened, and a young man and woman poked their heads in. His next door neighbors, newlyweds. They looked at the pair slightly suspiciously. After all, the other was pinning the boy and Orion didn’t look that happy.

“Are you alright? Need anything? We heard some commotion…”

Orion gulped and nodded his head. “I’m fine. My classmate and I, we were working out a scene for our summer art project. We chose theatre media. If you’d like me to explain the plot I-”

“Oh alright, well call us if you do.” And they left hurriedly, they were newlyweds, and those clothes looked thrown on haphazardly. Orion sighed, relieved they had bought it.

“Now tell me… Orion… Why didn’t you just tell them that I was some crazy stalker and that I was following you around and trying to take you to my bed? You could have had my ass hauled out of here… But instead you cover for me making us look good… I think that maybe you want me here and you wanted me last night and I know you want me now… You’re just afraid to get hurt…”

“Don’t be afraid…” he started kissing the other’s neck lovingly before willing the door shut.”Nothing bad is going to happen…”

The shorter slumped slightly from those weakening kisses, his hands holding onto the other’s upper arms. Orion was scared. That it was a joke. That it was a bet to see who could get the goody goody in bed, as Tiburon and his friends called him.

“Tiburon,” he said softly, before being kissed. It was a slight hint when the other pulled up one of his legs and Orion the little gymnast soon had his legs wrapped around the other’s hips. At least it gave him an easier height to kiss, and he groaned slightly when the other pressed their arousals together.

He moved to the other’s neck and starting kissing and nibbling trying to find a spot like he had on his neck that would make the other go weak in the knees. Tiburon smirked and allowed the other to try and find that spot that he had nibbled on last night. He carried the boy to a nearby couch and sat down so the other was straddling him.

“For now… I’ll take care of the entire blow and hand jobs…” he teased. Basically he was saying that he wasn’t going to force Orion to blow him and he wasn’t going to sex the other up until the boy was more comfortable.

“But…. This place is so… dull… Why don’t you move in with me?” He asked with a smirk at the other’s surprise. He used that to his advantage and soon had the other laying on the couch and the shark was undoing those small cut off shorts.

“What?” he asked, in slight disbelief and shock. It was that that soon left in him in this position with the other undoing his shorts. He hadn’t realized they were short enough to where the other’s hand could pretty much reach from top to bottom and have some hand left on either side. He lifted himself and let Tiburon pull them off.

“Did I stutter?” He asked incredulously as he pulled the shorts off of the other. The shark found the hurt expression funny. He would always love to annoy the hawk. “I asked you to move in with me… You don’t have to but it would be easier than having to drive over here when I want you.”

Orion finally said alright to the plan but warned it had better not be just about when Tiburon ‘wanted’ him.

“Tiburon, why do you have so many piercings?” Orion asked, rubbing his fingers over the other’s ears, down his neck, and then one to each nipple. One thumb was continually brushing over the piercing. “Do you like it?” he asked innocently, pulling the other down. “Does it feel good?” He took it to his mouth.

He was lost with the other. “Just ten minutes ago you were whining about not wanting to ever have sex again and now you’re sucking on my nipple…” Of course he had been aroused by the other teasing his nipples and then sucking on them. It was hot and Tiburon reached down and gently took Orion’s manhood into his hand and squeezed it to get the other’s attention.

“But this isn’t sex. This is just… not sex,” he said lamely. It was more than making out but not sex. Though, it was the other suddenly squeezing him that caught his attention.

He just laughed at that. The other was so stupid sometimes. He just shook his head. “No I suppose it’s not sex but… It leads up to sex,” he said with an evil grin at the hawk boy.

“My treat…” He said leaning down and kissing the other thoroughly before moving down. He stopped to get those nipples so hard they hurt. Tiburon licked and sucked on that flesh until he reached Orion’s erection. He licked the head and smirked at the other’s reaction.

“You’re too cute, mi amour…”

Orion couldn’t stop the noises escaping him from the shark’s movements, especially as those sharp teeth grazed him. His hips ground upwards of their own accord. Tiburon smirked at the grinding and held those hips down. The other was defenseless now. He really couldn’t move any more and guess what? Tiburon was going to take his sweet time with Orion.

“Please…”

‘Nope… I get to have some fun now…’ he thought to himself as he licked and nibbled on the other’s organ working him up to the release point very slowly.

Orion was slowly going mad, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. The other seemed keen on torturing him out of his mind and it was working. All the pleasure rising ever so slowly kept broad siding him, and all he could do was lay back and attempt to breath. He thought his rapid heartbeat would lead to him going into arrest.

“Ah Gods!” he choked out as he threw his head back and he arched off the couch. He was almost there, almost and he was throbbing painfully.

‘Please, make the pain go away,’ he thought desperately as his hands slightly tightened their grip entangled in the shark’s hair.

The mako could hear the heart racing. Despite all the moans and all the cries out for him he was listening to the beating of the other’s heart. He kept going slowly and finally felt like it was time to help the other release.

The grip on his hair was painful but still it was reassuring to him. He swallowed all of what the boy was. It had to have been their destinies to become one.

“Good?”

If the other expected a response in words, then he was an idiot. But he could take it from the body that it had been beyond good. The heart was still racing, the breaths were coming deeper, skin shimmering in sweat and trembling, and the eyes fogged over in drowning pleasure. One couldn’t even be sure that Orion had heard the question.

“Good,” Tiburon said with a chuckle. “Get some rest,” he said before resting next to him. “We still have to pack up all your shit and move it to my place…” He said.

He petted the other’s head as his breath caught up with him. “You’re so wonderful Jackie…”

Oh, he couldn’t wait to tell Kelsea about this. His friend, who had already found a good lover, would probably like to know about another man in his life. Despite their past relationship, they were such good friends; they never got jealous or possessive. More like brothers, really…

“I know…” he said with a soft chuckle into his hand. He happily lay with the other. This was so nice, he had thought that these days were over but here he was with the gorgeous reindeer.

“You know… I’d hope you’re planning on keeping me around… If not please give me some good references when all the other men at school start asking about me,” he said with a laugh before kissing Eclipse tenderly.

It was easy to see that this was more than just about sex for Jack. He had always wanted this and he let him know that this was how felt.

“I’m not a perfect guy… but I’ve got perfect timing with you…” he whispered softly.

Eclipse was slightly uncomfortable with such serious talk, and it was hesitant with his slight shifting and petting of Jack’s soft hair.

“I believe I know what you mean. I guess I just can’t believe you’ve liked me so long and hadn’t given up on me or something…”

Jack felt himself tensing up at the thought of the other just deciding that a one night stand was enough for him. It was not enough for the donkey. He needed to have the human touch and he was afraid that he had made a mistake giving it to the other so quickly.

He shook his head slightly. Eclipse didn’t want to become serious in thinking right now. But the other seemed to think something was wrong. Eclipse had to clear that away right now.

“It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve just got problems in the past. Do not worry; I’m keeping you around…”

He sighed heavily and just laughed. “Good… I was afraid you were going to say I was a slut and then decide that you didn’t want me…” It was apparent that the other clearly thought this was true.

“Hey,” he said in a slightly firmer voice, he stopped his hand on the back of the other’s neck to play with the hair at the nape. His warm blue eyes met Jack’s. “You are not a slut. Do not call yourself one ever again; do you understand me Mr. Wilkes?” He raised an eyebrow.

For the briefest of moments Jack felt like a student once again. He even lowered his eyes as he nodded and responded. “Yes sir.”

“Good. Because our sexual frustrations that made us act do not make us sluts, right Professor?”

That made Jack’s eyes snap back to the other. He couldn’t help but laugh at that. He was glad that the reindeer was thinking of his as an adult though clearly he was still a bit of a child.

It was fun to Eclipse to consider Jack an equal now. Call him Professor. It was different to think that the donkey was now a colleague. Hmm, the possibilities were endless. The staff lounge, office desks. He had overheard many a young man say they wanted to just take him right on his desk.

“I loved going to your baseball games,” he said.

“Oh… Well, I gave that up… Everything’s rigged in the majors…” he said softly looking slightly upset that it was that way. He hated thinking something as wonderful as baseball was used by the rich and powerful like that.

Eclipse looked rather saddened by that. He knew how much the other loved baseball, and how the rigged bureaucracy probably hurt the other. He hugged the other a little closer.

“I’m not the best player, but if you want, you can always ask me to a one on one game,” he smiled and kissed the other’s forehead, pushing back those bangs lovingly. “Come on, flying reindeer against donkey…”

“I like those odds…” he teased the other before kissing him. It was funny how one could go from student to adult to lover in a period of less than an hour.

Then he chuckled and felt the other’s ass with an affectionate hand. “I wonder if baseball players all love their bats for purely platonic reasons. Do you all just have orgies in the locker rooms with them? I’ve always wondered…” Eclipse joked.

“Hm…” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve got some stories that I might tell you later… But now I just want to cuddle and grope you… You’re better than any bat I’ve had,” he teased.

“Really, and here I thought you were such a topper man,” he joked, but they fell quiet. Eclipse held the other protectively to his chest…

“I go both ways…” he said with a cheeky grin. Surely that would give the other some ideas for later. He wasn’t terrible picky about who was on top as long as the sex was really good.

Jack found himself drifting off as the other held him close.

…

It was a few hours later, and Eclipse had been enjoying a nice bath to soak away the soreness and rid himself of smelling like sweat. Jack was still asleep in the other room, and he would let the other sleep just as long as he wanted to.

He had always liked spoiling the donkey…

The reindeer hummed softly to himself, rubbing the loofa over everything but his arms. Now most people did not notice, but the reindeer never had to shave or wax his arms like the rest of his body. Mostly cause he’d scraped off the layer that held the hair follicles a long time ago.

‘Has it really been over fifteen years?’ he asked himself, soaking up to his neck.

Jack woke a while later to find that he was alone. He sat bolt upright and looked around slightly panicked. He could hear the subtle noises to the other in the bath and he couldn’t help himself. He moved quietly into the room and caught the other in a kiss from above.

“Hey sexy… I thought you had left me…”

“Mmmm,” he hummed into the kiss, looking up and smiling at the sight of a naked Jack in the bathroom, bed head and all. “Come here!”

He leaned over and swept the other off his feet, bringing him to sit in his lap and chest to back, a leg on either side. His bathtub was small and provided the excuse for cuddling. Eclipse took his loofa and began gently scrubbing down the other.

Jack soon found himself in the bath and in the other’s lap. He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as the other went about washing him. He rested his head against the other’s shoulder.

“I wouldn’t leave you, however, it is just a habit after sex,” he said. Though he no longer felt dirty and used…

“Well… How about we take showers after sex together…” he said softly before leaning his head back and kissing that neck.

“Really? And I wonder how those showers will turn out?” he chuckled softly. He loved another being in the bath with him again. The warm weight of a body against his was absolutely heaven. Though it was awfully tempting to take Jack now, that nice ass resting right there. Hmmm, reverse cowboy… He wouldn’t be surprised if his eyes had glazed over.

The only reason he had almost always ever been a bottom was from enjoying it so much with Kelsea. Well, that and because he had simply been too much for the smaller boy.

“Well… If you really don’t know I suppose I could show you now…” He was smiling as he rubbed himself against the other. He could feel the reindeer responding. “Wow… Someone has been holding off…” he laughed.

“So Jackie, what had you originally planned for today before this sudden turn of events?”

“I was just thinking about getting some of my stuff together. You know checking out my room and counting how many ingredients I had and how many I was going to need to get.”

“Well, you know where to get herbs should you need any, right?” he winked with a kiss to those full lips as his hands gently resting across Jack’s chest.

“Oh yeah… But I suppose that I’d have to pay the price now wouldn’t I?” He asked seductively. He briefly thought of himself laid seductively out in the greenhouse. He pictured the reindeer’s face and had to snicker softly. “A moonlit night of pleasure and fantasy… How about that?”

Eclipse had chuckled at the other, only Jack would put such lewd thoughts together. He only replied with a sincere smile. “Sounds good, though it’s unfortunate you missed my best years. As a teenager, I could go all day without stopping…”

His heart, though strong now, could probably not take that kind of work-out.

“Hey… I bet you could still go all day and all night… You’re not an old man yet. You’re still young; you still have the get up and go.” Of course that was a sexual innuendo but he didn’t know if the other would get it. Jack throughout this entire conversation had continued to rub against the other a little to tease him.

Eclipse huffed and let his hands run down the other’s body, one to firmly grasp him by the balls and the other to meander down the cleft to that little puckered entrance.

“Do you really want to do it in a tub? The water will run in, and I don’t want to give you an enema…”

“Mmmmm… Water….” He said with a soft chuckle. “I couldn’t think of anything I would like more than for you to give me an enema….” He whispered huskily.

“Hhmmm,” said Eclipse, his long fingers wrapping around the head of the other’s erection and beginning to pump up and down in firm, slow strokes to get him riled up. He had the equipment to get the other squeaky clean, but he highly doubted Jack had been serious about wanting one.

Jack let out a loud groan of pleasure as the other touched him and made those movements. He rested his head back and nipped the other’s ear playfully. He enjoyed getting this attention. He didn’t always need to be a topper.

“So, my little Jackass,” he murmured, turning the other so instead Jack faced him. One thing many people didn’t know about Eclipse was that he usually kept most of his erection to himself. He had a full reindeer’s equipment, but only let out a smaller portion. “I’ll give you extra credit if you know my secret by now…”

“Well,” he said with a sadistic smirk. “If it’s anything like my secret than I’m going to have to say that you’re not showing me your full ‘potential’… You have even more ‘talent’ than you like to let on… In fact I would be willing to bet my left nut that you’ve got a huge ‘talent’. Possibly bigger than my own…”

He was laughing by the end of it. Really, the donkey was funnier than he rightfully needed to be. Though his fingers and hands were quickening their pace little by little, coaxing that ‘talent’ of Jack’s to come out a little more, he couldn’t help but want to just take him without the soft touches.

He himself didn’t need coaxing. No, the thick erection grew much larger in every way. If Kelsea would have ever seen that, it would have scared him from the bed most likely. He was literally hung like a reindeer; more than a pony could be…

He lifted the other from the tub and moved them off towards the bed. Where he set the other down and looked at him with an expression few had ever seen from the ‘kind’ professor. “Bend over and grab that headboard, Jack,” he said in a quiet, but utterly authoritative voice.

This new authoritative tone was exciting. He had never been dominated and he wasn’t one that was afraid of pain. Pain let him know that he was still alive. True, he had bottomed before but no one really spoke to him like this.

When the other got into the almost doggy position, Eclipse moved behind him and took his sweet time stretching Jack out to do this. Hell, even with the stretching it would be painful. And that was really getting Eclipse off with his weird perk. His big secret was that he was not the nice person he proclaimed to be, at least in the bedroom.

He liked pain. Giving it, receiving it, he was a pain-whore.

“Want me Jack? Just ask, and you shall receive,” murmured Eclipse, taking hold of the younger animal’s shoulders and positioning himself to rub at that inviting little hole.

He felt the other ready and right there outside of him. He didn’t debate it. He wanted the other so bad that he was willing to take on a dirty old man just to get the other to pay him some much needed attention.

“Take me… Take me hard…” He asked.

If that wasn’t the biggest turn on, Eclipse didn’t know what was. Here was Jack, the handsome young man and former student, bending over submissively and just asking to be screwed. Eclipse would take him hard, and while it would be painful, it would be some excellent sex.

He didn’t give a response; just thrust his reindeer erection in hard. A lot more of it would fit than with a woman, and that tightness was so pleasing so he continued pounding into the donkey, One hand pulled back on that shoulder to make Jack’s body meet him, the other wandered down between the other’s legs and let his hand mimic his motions on that member.

“Do you like this Jack?”

“No… No talky… Hard—der!” He managed as he caught the other’s rhythm and began pounding himself against the other’s hips and he thrashed. He was loud and moaned with each and every thrust. He called out the other’s name and cried for more but never did he ask him to stop. He didn’t want it to stop.

“Fa-ster!” He yelled before biting his lip trying to speed it up…

He felt the other come first in his hand, after he had been hitting that sweet spot for several thrusts. And the other’s muscles clenched up over his whole body, almost locking Eclipse into place when after another few hard thrusts he came as well, his mass of essence spreading deep into Jack. He knew from experience that that sensation was perhaps one of the weirdest.

Eclipse pulled himself out, letting his body resheath and fall soft. He pulled Jack to his side. “You are so sweet.”

“I’m sure…” he said serenely. He clung to the other and let his hand wander over that warm flesh. “I guess we’re going to have to take a shower later huh?” He asked with a soft chuckle to himself. He found the whole thing rather amusing actually. He kissed the other’s chest submissively.

Eclipse smiled into the other’s hair from that kiss, that affection. Yes, he supposed they would need a shower, and Jack would need to change his bed sheets. Luckily he had already sucked off his fingers.

“Eclipse you are a God you know?” he asked yawning. “I’ve never… Oh that was something else…” he decided that that was the best route to go with that one. “Mmmmm… I might just want you to ride me from now on…” he suggested with a dazed laugh.

“Jack’s domination days are over?” he murmured into the soft hair that he nuzzled. He had not forgotten Jack had, for a while, had his own personal sex slave in school. He smirked at the idea of his young lover wearing a collar… among other things…

“Probably not…” He admitted with a soft smirk. “I just wouldn’t mind you being top when you wanted. I don’t think I could just stop riding,” he said honestly.

“But who knew being ridden by you could be so…” He let out a contented sigh before just lying there in the other’s body warmth.

“…yummy?” he suggested, eyes falling shut contentedly with the nice body warmth against him. No one would think one would want another body against them during the summer, but really, sex was the exception now wasn’t it?

Eclipse would have been rather sad had Jack just given up his dominance. After all, he liked bottoming as well, if not a little more than topping.

“That would be the word I was looking for,” he said with the tiniest of chuckles. He loved the body pressed against his. It was amusing to just have someone so warm pressing against one when it was so hot outside and not feel at all upset with all the heat.

Heat was good as far as he was concerned. Because when the heat was gone so was the relationship and God forbid that happened here.

“So, are you all ready for classes to be starting?”

“Of course, though I might go through my schedule once more to make sure it’s up to par…. what?”

For the other had started sniggering. When Eclipse figured out why the other might be chuckling, he good-naturedly gave the other a noogie. After all, the other’s precious hair was the best weapon. Well, along with just about anything physical.

“You better watch out. I was a young guy once, I have quite a few tricks up my belt,” he murmured before beginning to sleep… Jack was quick to follow suit.

“Just getting another case of beer to put in the fridge.” I told him.

“Take your time. I’ll be out of your way in just a second.”

Now keep in mind that at this point I really hadn’t gotten any signal that I perceived as a clear sign of interest on his part. So this was going to be one bold initiative on my part or a huge mistake. Either way I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity to let him know precisely where I stood.

The bathroom was just big enough so that I could squeeze by him to the shower without really touching him if I tried. But when my eyes locked onto his little bubble butt I lost all control. My dick grew hard as a rock. I turned my crotch to his back and made certain that I grazed that fine ass as I moved slowly past him. My anticipation had driven me into a near frenzied state. A ton of adrenaline must have been released into my system because my heart was pounding, my palms started to sweat and I felt really hot and shaky all over. This only took about a split second, but it felt like a very long time, almost as though I was moving in slow motion.

As I slid my body past his I thought I felt an ever so slight movement of his bottom into my crotch. I put one of my hands on his slim hip as if trying to maintain my balance and then I was certain, because he moved back a little more and almost knocked me off balance. His head turned to look over his shoulder at me and that was the clear sign that I had been looking for. There was nothing subtle about that move.

I quickly glanced out the door of the bathroom to make sure no one was looking this way and then I shut it. I took up my position behind him once again with my hands on his hips and began to grind my hard cock into his tight little butt. He still had his dick in his hands and I could see over his shoulder that it was hard now.

Pressing my lips to his neck just below the ear I began to kiss and lick slowly. I felt his entire body shudder under my touch.

“Man, I love your tight little ass.” I whispered breathlessly into his ear.

He was silent except for some deep breathing. I felt him lean back into me fully and relax. I reached for his hard cock and stroked it.

“We’re going to get caught in here.” He cautioned quietly.

“I want to shove my hard dick up your ass.” I grumbled into his ear. “I want to make love to you so fucking bad!”

“Someone could walk in any minute.” He replied.

I grabbed his head and turned his face to me. I pushed my lips onto his and he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. We kissed frantically and I held him tightly in my arms.

He rubbed my hard cock through my pants.

“Damn, is this thing real?” He asked.

“Yeah, real big.” I laughed.

“Fuck, this thing is huge man.” He said.

I felt him fumble with my zipper, then his hand was inside my boxers stroking my erection. My eyes were open the entire time. I needed to be able to see him. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, especially with all those people outside the door. He looked so young and innocent, but also incredibly masculine at the same time.

I was so fucking worked up that not only my dick but my entire body felt like it was throbbing. Like I was vibrating. My lust raging like a wild animal. I felt like I just could not get enough of him fast enough to satisfy my need for him. I felt like I needed him more urgently than I needed my next breath. My heart was thundering in my chest and I felt lightheaded and a little dizzy. My hands were all over him, pulling at him, grabbing his ass, then squeezing the breath from him in a vise like bear hug. I was way out of control. An explosion in my shorts was imminent.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door which startled us both.

“Who’s in there?” an unfamiliar voice shouted.

“Be out in a second!” I yelled back. “Use the guys next door bathroom if you can’t wait!”

Then to Crass I said, “We’ve got to continue this later. I mean it dude, I’ve got to have you.”

He just smiled and we both adjusted our clothes. Once we had ourselves straight he gave me that mesmerizing look again that drives me nuts.

“I love the way you look at me.” I said and planted another kiss on his mouth.

I quickly poked my head out the bathroom door. No one was there waiting or even looking in this direction so I sent him out and starting getting a case of beer from the shower.

Then I got this creepy feeling like I was being watched. I looked back and there was Sean, standing in the doorway. For some reason it startled me to see him just standing there, almost accusingly. Perhaps it was all in my mind. Perhaps not.

“What’cha doing?” He asked.

“Just about to restock the mini-fridge.” I told him.

“Need some help?”

“No, I got it. Thanks anyway.”

The festivities out in the room were still raging and Crass had found his way back to the CD collection. I moved past him and started restocking the fridge. This time there was a knock on the outer door to room. Sean and I both looked at each other curiously. No one we knew would ever knock, they’d just walk right in.

Sean turned the music down and asked “Who is it?”

“Staff Duty Officer.” came the response.

Again Sean and I looked at each other. Quickly and silently I shoved the rest of the beers in and grabbed all the visible liquor bottles and slid them under the bed. I opened the door to see the SDO standing there looking beyond me into the room.

The SDO or Staff Duty Officer is usually a staff sergeant who is on duty for the day and night who makes sure we don’t burn down the barracks or anything other foolish things. Basically a father figure who keeps the peace.

“Music’s a little loud don’t you think?” He asked walking past me into the room.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I just bought these new speakers today and I was kind of showing off.” I lied. Those speakers were at least three or four months old.

“How many people actually live in this room?” He asked.

“Just me and him.” I pointed to Sean who was simultaneously raising his hand.

“Everyone here better be over twenty-one.” He said taking another quick survey of the faces in the room. “And no rules are being broken I trust.”

Everyone just nodded and tried to look innocent.

“Okay.” He said turning to leave. “Oh yeah and try to keep it down to a dull roar alright?”

“Alright staff.” I said. “We were all just about to get over the enlisted club anyway.”

“Good idea.” He said and walked out closing the door behind himself.

We really hadn’t been breaking any rules except for having liquor in the room. Oh yeah having far too many people in the room. I’m sure we exceeded the limit for the fire code two times over. And there was some obscure rule about only be allowed to have a maximum of two beers per person in the room. We were way over that limit on that one as well.

I think the SDO guessed that we had bent a few of the rules but since no one was out of control he was very cool about it all. We got lucky because some guys can be real dicks. Power trippers I liked to call them.

So with that everyone finished up their beers and got ready to head over to the club. I was kind of glad too but now I had to figure a way to get Crass to hang back with me for a little while.

When everyone started to leave in more or less the original groups that they had arrived I looked around for Crass. He was standing with his group at the door and Sean who was waiting for me.

“Craig you about ready?” Sean asked me.

“You go on ahead with those guys, I’ll meet you over there.” I said. “I’m going to clean up a little and get some of these beer cans down to the dumpster.”

“Come on, we can do that later.” He insisted.

“No, go head I’ll catch up. And trust me there’ll still be plenty left for you to clean later.” I told him.

“Alright, see you over there.”

Sean was a good guy. Whenever we went anywhere together he always made sure we left together. He was always looking out for me. I did the same for him.

Crass was just about out the door when I called “Hey Crass!” Sean passed him on the way out.

“Give me a hand with some of this would you?” I said loud enough for anyone who may have been listening to hear.

“Sure, no problem.”

We did a little cleaning up for at least as long I estimated it would take those guys to get about halfway over to the club.

“Do me a favor, lock the door would you?” I asked him.

When he went to lock the door I stepped right up behind him so that when he turned around we were face to face less than inch from each other. Well almost face to face since he was a little shorter than me. I just stared at him now, not saying a word, not moving a muscle. He broke into a smile and his eyes started to do that thing with his eyes again and I couldn’t help myself. I took him in my arms and kissed him. This time slowly, more tenderly. Not like the frenzied passion in the bathroom.

“Tell me, do you do that intentionally?” I asked him.

“Do what?”

“You know, that seductive little thing that you do with your eyes. Its been driving me crazy ever since I first met you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He smiled mysteriously and his beautiful eyes seemed to shimmer.

I think maybe he knew precisely what I meant. Or maybe its just some involuntary reaction that occurred when he is happy or horny or both. Whatever the case I didn’t care anymore, I started ripping his shirt off. I had him completely naked in a matter of minutes.

This guy’s body would put Michelangelo’s David to shame. It was utterly flawless. And almost completely hairless except for the downy little blond bush surrounding his manhood. I could have wept just gazing upon his male beauty.

At that very moment I would have loved nothing more than to throw this kid down on his stomach and ram my fat cock up his chute and pound his hole mercilessly. Something in my heart told me that wasn’t the way to go with this kid.

I slowly undressed myself while he lay upon my bed watching me. I couldn’t wait to taste this magnificent specimen. I dove onto him and began licking his pinkish nipples.

Moving ever so slowly over his body I made sure I licked and kissed all of his most sensitive areas. I know precisely the spots on my own body that really get me going so I paid special attention to those areas on his body. As it turns out he is just as sensitive in those places as I am. He really seemed to be enjoying this.

Sometimes I can be a bit of a control freak, so when he moved to reciprocate I held him firmly in place and continued driving him crazy. I ran my tongue along his inner thigh and as I approached the junction between his legs I bit down ever so gently. This forced a loud moan out of him. I had to warn him against making any noise at all and he agreed.

I moved into a sixty-nine position with him. His hands on my cock felt so hot. He ran his tongue around the head and I could feel his hot breath as he opened wide to try to swallow as much of cock as he could. That sent a shiver up and down my spine. I slid his hot throbbing member over past my lips, over my tongue to the back of my throat and clamped down. Using both hands I grabbed his buns while I bobbed up and down on his pole. I fondled and squeezed his strong thighs. I could feel him trying desperately to as much of my long thick cock inside his mouth as possible. I worked on this balls then, slathering them with my tongue, pulling one into my mouth, then the other. The area just behind his balls is super-sensitive, I could hear him trying to moan around the cock in his throat when I licked and sucked at this area.

While working that special area behind his balls, I starting playing with his tight little pucker. Getting my fingers wet with spit I slid them over his opening and slowly inserted one and then two fingers inside him. Taking great care not to make it uncomfortable for him while I stretched his hole, I gobble his tasty piece of meat. I could happily spend the rest of my days down in this guy’s nether regions.

Flipping him onto his back I kneeled with his head between my knees and pushed my big thick cock as far into his wide stretched mouth as possible. I pushed all the way to the back of throat where I knew I was blocking his air way. He just held onto me and accepted it. I pushed a little more with no where else to go, but he stayed still and simply allowed me to do this to him. I could see the sweat pouring down his face. I pulled out to let him breathe. He gulped in a big breath and panted for a minute. Then I pushed my cock way back into his throat again and held it there. He didn’t struggle or fight me one bit. This young stud was so accepting, so trusting.

Soon I found myself laying on top of him, his strong legs wrapped around my waist, kissing his sweet mouth, stroking his face. I could feel his hands roaming all over my back. I was aching to get inside him.

“You are so unbelievably hot!” I said.

“You are too.” He said urging me to kiss him again.

I grasped my hard cock and put it to his tiny little pucker and applied some pressure. Not too much, just enough to gage his reaction. This was going to be tough. I got up and grabbed some lotion to lube us both up. With my dick pressed firmly at his entrance I began a slow rocking motion. His legs still around my waist I could see him winch in pain each time I pushed forward. He was really tight and it occurred to me that I might very well be the first guy to get inside him.

Leaning down to cover his mouth with mine I gave a hard shove. He drew in a sharp breath and at first there was no movement. Then the head of my cock started to slide forward just millimeters at a time. His hole was so fucking tight that it kind of hurt my cock, almost like there was no opening there at all, just flesh that I was futilely pressing against. I kept up the pressure until suddenly the head of my cock just popped inside him then I stopped. Finally I heard him take a breath again. His face was dipping with sweat.

It must have taken a tremendous force of will for him not to make any noise or try to get away from my battering ram of a cock. He was breathing deeply now and I could tell that this was taking a lot out of him. Or more precisely, putting a lot into him. Perhaps more than he could handle. I felt a little sorry for him. I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Are you okay?” I asked him. “Do you want me to take it out?”

He shook his head slowly, blinking his half lidded eyes sleepily. I wiped the sweat from his face. I knew I was expanding his threshold for pain and I wondered just how far it would stretch.

I stroked his face and head until his breathing returned to almost normal. Then staring into my eyes he squeezed my sides with knees, indicating that it was okay to proceed. Applying a little more pressure I immediately felt him tense up again. His hole clamped down so tight I thought it would cut the tip of my dick right off. I laid off and he was able to relax again. I started my rocking motion again and amazingly I felt my cock slipping into him little by little. He wasn’t breathing again so I stopped and he took a breath.

It was an amazing feeling to have his tight little hole stretched to the limit around the end of my cock. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this without shooting my load. I pushed again, hard this time and felt him open up. My cock was now sliding slowly into him. There was still a lot of resistance but I was able to get halfway up inside him before I stopped the onslaught. His eyes had flown wide open and he had a look of great surprise and shock on his face.

I began fucking him now. I had no choice, my hips took control of body and started the slow in and out motion of mating. Each forward stroke took me deeper and deeper into his body. He was starting to make a moaning noise now, getting louder with each stroke. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head. Looking down I could that his fat cock was stiff as a board laying on his stomach.

I had to quiet him down. I put my hand over his mouth. He looked at me and I shook my head from side to side. He nodded his understanding and I resumed my rhythm. Deep stroking him now I could feel my cock hitting bottom inside him. I was trying to get every bit of my cock into him. His body would only allow the first three quarters of my rod inside him. Each time I hit bottom he thrashed his head from side to side, but only a tiny gasp escaping his throat.

I could see that I was hurting him so I took it easy but increased my speed. His response to this was much better. He locked his ankles behind my back and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I could feel him humping back into me. His hard dick sliding between our sweaty stomachs.

My dick was throbbing and my balls were drawn up tight ready to release their contents at any moment. I reached my hand between us and stroked his thick cock a few time. That was all it took, he began clutching my back and humping wildly. Then his body went rigid. His hole clamped down on my cock and I felt his cock spit its first wad of cum straight up between our bodies. This drove me right over the edge with him. I pushed my cock in and exploded. The first spasm rocked me hard and I convulsed. I jammed my dick as far into him as I could and felt the first shot blaze out of the end of my cock like a rocket. He squirted again which made me do the same.

We ground and humped each other furiously. Each of his shots contracting his hole tightly around my dick heightening my own orgasm. The sensation was so fantastic I thought I might lose consciousness at any moment. Spasm after spasm tore through my body while brilliant sparks of color flashed before my eyes.

Finally the tension in our bodies began to ease but there were a few aftershocks that rocked me unexpectedly. We lay there for many minutes wrapped tightly around each other. I could feel that my dick was somewhat hard inside him but I had to rest a while. When my breathing returned to normal I kissed him lovingly and stroked his head. I eased my still hard dick out of him. If there had been more time I would have turned him over and fucked him from the back. But that would be pressing our luck. “Come on, we’ve got to get cleaned up and get out of here.” I told him.

I urged him toward the bathroom so we could get a quick shower. Although once inside the shower stall with the water spraying over us and his back to me I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Before I knew it I had him pressed up against the wall pushing my cock into him again. It was a little easier entering him this time and I took him savagely. I held his small waist in my hands and pounded his little bubble butt ruthlessly. It took almost no time at all before I was dumping another load inside him. This orgasm wasn’t as intense as the first and I really had to reach for it, but it was still very exciting.

Eventually after we got dressed and I could think straight, I realized that he’d been utterly silent. Not one word had come from him in a long time.

“Hey man, are you alright?” I asked, looking into his face. “Why so quiet?”

“I don’t know. Nothing.” He said quietly, looking everywhere except directly at me.

“You’ve never done that before have you? I mean with a guy?” I asked.

He shook his head looking down at his feet. I wasn’t surprised. I took him in my arms and held him.

“Its alright.” I told him. “How do you feel? You want to talk about it?”

Finally he looked up at me. He didn’t look sad or anything, He looked … I don’t know, just… calm.

“No, I’m cool.” He said.

“Well, if its any consolation, I am honored to be the one who has taken your virginity. Popped your cherry. Rocked your world.” I kidded him.

He laughed at that.

“Alright take it easy stud.” He said smiling up at me.

Then he squeezed both my sides, tickling me, making me laugh. I wasn’t quite sure what had brought on that brief bout of melancholy, but I was glad it was over.