Page 85 of Rhymes with Metaphor
Joel toppled onto the grass and lay on his back, chest heaving.
“Are you going to be sick?”
Joel shook his head.
They rested, lying side by side on their backs, heads cradled in their arms.Reg heard the roar of the marvellously cooling wind, smelled seawater and freshly cut grass and Joel’s sweat.Joel’s breathing took a long time to quiet.
“The sky’s huge,” said Joel.
“Always has been.”
“I can feel it pulling at me.If we flew the kite up here, we’d get ripped off the hill and sucked into the sky.”
“It’s not even blowing hard.You should feel it in a storm.”
“I feel like I own the world,” said Joel.“Must be the endorphins.”
Reg’s cock felt like the clapper of a bell, ringing in the hollow of the sky, resonating in Reg’s groin.“Listen to your body.What’s it telling you?”
“My body’s remembering the train station,” said Joel.He stared at Reg, sly and calculating.“How private is it here?”
“It’s not.Anyone could see us.”
Joel inched his hand across the grass until his fingertips touched Reg’s.“Could you make me come without touching me?”
“Probably.But would you want to walk home like that afterwards?”
“Might be worth it,” said Joel, a half-smile on his face.
“If you’re a good boy and don’t come on this hill, I’ll buy you an ice lolly on the way home.”
“I haven’t had one of those since I was a kid.”
“So, not long ago,” said Reg.
Joel elbowed him, playfully.
In the end, Joel bowed to decorum, and, after they descended the other side of the hill (a much easier feat than climbing it), Reg took him into the shop on the road.
Joel was overwhelmed by the selection of ice lollies.“What should I get?”
“You’re the one who’s going to eat it.I can’t decide for you.”
“That one looks like a giant tapeworm wrapped around a stick.”
“It sounds like you know what youdon’twant,” said Reg, “so, work from there.”
Joel chose a Solero.
Afterwards, as they were strolling along Beachway, Reg asked, “Do you like it?”
“It’s pretty much what I expected.Looks like a Creamsicle, tastes like a Creamsicle.”
“Don’t you like Creamsicles?”
“They’re all right.”
“Just all right?Why did you choose it, then?”
