Page 95 of Catching Kyle
He comes and gets under the covers, and I wrap myself around him tightly. And I never want to let go. I thought he was gone, but I’m so happy to have him back in my arms.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, stroking my hairy arm gently.
“I’m sorry for the way I’m acting,” I say. “I don’t know how to explain it all. Neeti is trying to help, but like you said.” I pause and let some of the tears fall. “Sometimes it’s just hard.”
He turns to me and starts rubbing my chest. “I know it is,” he says. “Thanks for telling me.”
I press my forehead against his. “I’m sorry you gotta deal with a lug like me,” I say. “I know this isn’t easy for you, me being so guarded and all.”
“It isn’t,” he admits, which brings on more tears. But I’m glad he’s being honest.
We hold each other there, and I feel myself hardening. There’s a lot I don’t know, but I think I know one thing for certain right now.
I do not want to lose Michael Cunningham.
“I got an idea for a vacation,” I say.
Even in the dark, I can see Michael’s face brighten. “What’s that?”
There’s only one place I really love to go when it’s fall. It’s practically winter up here in Portland, but down south, the weather couldn’t be better. The trees are all multi-colored, and the air has that crisp smell of fire burning.
“Glamour Springs, where my ma lives, is beautiful this time of year,” I say. “People know me there, but it’s isolated enough where you and I could walk around. Together. How does that sound?”
Our chests so close together, I can feel Michael’s heartrate speed up.
“That sounds perfect,” he says. “We’d be spending Thanksgiving with your mom, right? Does she know about us?”
Us.
My ma does not know about my secret boyfriend. I’ve never really told her that I’m gay, either. But something tells me that she knows. I’ve been reluctant to say anything to anyone I know, lest they get interviewed and out my secret.Best to wait until after the Championship Game. Nonetheless, I can’t think of anyone better for Michael to spend the holiday with. And I think I’d like her to meet him.
“She doesn’t,” I say. “But that doesn’t matter. I want you to meet her anyways.”
Michael’s face dampens a little, making my chest tighten. He’s disappointed.
“Sorry,” I say. “I just haven’t told many people I know. I’m waiting until—”
“It’s fine,” Michael says. “I get it.”
We lay there silently, my arms around him and his fingers running through my chest hair. By now, both of us are too alert to fall back asleep. My erection has been pressed hard against his leg, but I steadily feel his harden against my belly.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Michael says, shrinking into himself. He always does this when he feels bad about something, and it hurts me.
“Michael,” I say. “I don’t want you to feel bad about talking to me about these things, or even asking me when I don’t want to talk about it. It shows you care. And that’s what I love about you.”
He sighs and nuzzles into my chest. “I know,” he says. “Sometimes it’s just hard.”
I kiss him on the top of his head. “I know, baby. I know.”
We lay like this until he’s so rock hard that he’s dry humping my belly.
“I’ve given you enough grief,” I say, unwrapping my arms. “Let me take care of this.”
“What?” he asks, almost bewildered.
But then he moans in relief as I wrap my lips around his cock.
I suck him thoughtfully for a while, his hands feeling all over my body.
