Page 28 of Something Like Summer
Ben answered by taking itinto his mouth. Tim tensed up but then immediately relaxed again,letting himself enjoy the sensations Ben was giving him. Tim wascertainly one of the most appreciative recipients of his favors. Hemoaned approvingly and ran his fingers through Ben’s hair as heworked.
Soon Tim’s hips beganthrusting and his moans became louder and more insistent. He buckedwildly as he came, Ben struggling to keep him inside hismouth.
“No more, no more, stop!”Tim panted, pulling Ben off of him.
Ben unwillingly receded.This was the part that he hated the most. His own cock waspainfully begging for release, both from the confines of his jeansand sexually, but his mind was already troubled by the awkwardmoment to come. Sometimes the guy just went back to pretending hewas asleep, or if it had started when they were awake, would findsome pretense to distance himself. Any second now Tim would say hehad to use the restroom or feign some other important thing that hehad to do, anything to get away from the gay guy he had justused.
“Fuck, that was good,” Timsaid, still trying to catch his breath. “Man. I have to take apiss.”
“That’s cool,” Ben saidcasually as Tim pulled his shorts back up and left theroom.
He pondered leaving as hewaited. It was usually less awkward that way. The toilet flushedand Tim’s crutches squeaked their way back over to thecouch.
“I guess I should getback,” Ben said, starting to stand.
“What?” Tim laughed.“You’re crazy.” He shoved Ben back onto the couch and tossed hiscrutches aside, falling with his full weight onto Ben. He growledmenacingly and wrestled Ben onto his back, kissing himagain.
Ben’s heart swelled withhappy surprise, but not as much as his cock did when Tim’s handsuddenly grabbed onto it.
“Your turn,” he whisperedseductively into Ben’s ear.
Tim slid to the side,pulled up Ben’s shirt and undid his jeans, ripping them along withBen’s underwear down to his knees in a motion that was anything butgentle.
“Nice,” he saidappreciatively as he took hold of Ben with one strong hand andbegan pumping.
He pushed Ben’s shirt upfurther and licked one of his nipples before moving upward to kisshim on the mouth. Their tongues danced together as Ben struggled tobreathe. He was getting close and opened his eyes, wanting to tellTim what was going to happen. He found Tim’s eyes locked fiercelyon his own and didn’t last long after that, soaking his stomach andeven his chest.
Tim grinned. “I’ll grab atowel,” he said. “And then you’re going to cook for me,” he addedmatter-of-factly.
Ben watched him go, hishead still spinning from all that had just happened. The sex hadbeen incredible, but what really sent his heart soaring had beenthe kissing. He felt certain that he had, after all these years ofyearning and wanting, finally met someone who could love himback.
* * * * *
Nothing had happenedbetween Ben and Tim, or so it felt. They passed the evening much asthey always did. A horror movie about killer puppets entertainedthem while they ate chili. Afterwards Tim put on a few CDs whilethey talked; a B-side collection of Nirvana followed by theSmashing Pumpkins. Ben barely heard the music; instead he ponderedhow Tim was taking it all in stride.
The subject didn’t come upagain. Inside, Ben felt like he was going to explode. So manyemotions were stirring within him, all of them positive andexcited. If Tim felt something similar, he managed to hide itwell.
Sleep didn’t come easy thatnight. Tim didn’t want to struggle with the stairs, so he stayed onthe couch. Ben made himself a bed of blankets, placing them as nearthe couch as possible. As he listened to the sound of Tim’s slow,rhythmic breathing, he fantasized about sharing a bed with him.They would whisper pleasantries to each other before kissinggoodnight and holding each other in sleep.
The next morning Ben foundhimself roused by his friend and then quickly aroused. Tim pulledhim forcibly onto the couch, kissing him deeply and grindingagainst him, leading to a replay of the day before.
“Guess we should get theplace cleaned up,” Tim said once they had both caught theirbreath.
“I wish your parents weregoing to be gone another week,” Ben sighed wistfully.
“Yeah, me too.”
Tim felt well enough by nowthat he was able to help with the chores. By noon the house was astidy as could be expected when left in the hands of ateenager.
“You should probably getgoing. Just in case they catch an early flight orsomething.”
Dread stirred in Ben’sstomach. He had his own parents to face today, and he was sure itwouldn’t be pretty.
“Look,” Tim began, but itwas almost a minute before he continued. “What happened between us,well…”
Ben perked up, giving himhis full attention.
“It’s probably best we keep it asecret,” Tim said, reaching behind to scratch his head whilegrinning nervously. “I just don’t want people to get the wrongidea.”
