Page 58 of Rhymes with Metaphor
Reg laughed because who else would it be?“Yes, you can come in.”
He sat up in bed, but left the light off, thinking Joel would feel less self-conscious that way.As it was, the moonlight was enough to see by.
Joel came in.He was still wearing his scrubs.Most of his body was in shadow, and Reg had to interpret his mood through his posture.He looked keyed up.He glanced around the room with frank curiosity at Reg’s possessions, his tennis trophies, school photos, drinking it all in.Either that or he was stalling.
Joel said, “Do you want me to join you?”
“Very much.”
“Do I have to take my clothes off?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” said Reg.
When Joel hesitated, Reg lifted the bedcovers by way of invitation, and Joel climbed in.He lay on his side, facing Reg, and settled himself under the covers.
“What do we do now?”said Joel.
“Whatever you like.”
Joel put out his hand until it encountered Reg’s chest.“Can I touch you?”
“Youaretouching me, Joel.And yes, it’s all right.”
Joel held his hand over Reg’s heart, stroking Reg’s chest with his thumb, looking into Reg’s eyes with such intensity of feeling that it was difficult to take.
Joel patted Reg’s chest.“You’re real.”
“I should hope so.”
Joel hitched himself over in the bed until he was lying against Reg.He put his arm around Reg and wormed his other arm underneath him and then hugged him.Reg enclosed Joel in his arms, and they held each other while Joel became palpably excited.Reg wondered how long he could hold Joel before one of them initiated something sexual.Reg could feel Joel’s breath on his cheek, Joel’s erection pressing into his belly with a hint of dampness.
Joel’s breathing changed.He shifted on the bed, pressing himself closer to Reg, and exhaled, making a sound so soft Reg barely heard it.Joel began moving against Reg, subtly.
“Does that feel good?”said Reg, caressing Joel’s back, letting his hand roam lower.
Joel nodded tightly.
“If I asked you to, could you stop?”said Reg.
Joel stopped.“Am I doing something wrong?You don’t want me to—”
“No, you’re fine.I just want to see how long you can keep still.”
Joel was breathing through his mouth now, his head pressed into Reg’s shoulder.He made a drawn-out sound.Below, Reg felt the tip of Joel’s cock trapped in his briefs, pressed against him getting damper.
“Hold still,” said Reg.
“I can’t,” said Joel.
“Yes, you can.Do you want to come?”
“I’ll make a mess,” said Joel.
“I don’t mind.Talk to me.”
“About what?”said Joel.
“Anything.Let me hear your voice.”
