Page 8 of 2-Point Conversion
“Nope, not adorable, because I don’t snore.”
“You do. And you fart, too.”
“BRANDON!” He comes after me, but I laugh and run out of the bathroom to the far side of his bed.
“You stretch your back like a cat and just let it rip.”
“STOP! Oh, my God! Why do you hate me?” He’s laughing now too, which is what I was after.
My laughter stops, but I keep smiling, walking back around to pull him into my arms. I lean down and kiss him soundly, tangling our tongues together until we can’t breathe.
“Could never hate you, Oscar. In fact, I really, really like you.”
Oscar 8.
“Oscar, seriously, why do you keep staring at me?” Brandon asks with a broad grin. He’s so damn handsome and I think he might be mine, but I’m having a hard time comprehending how it’s possible. “You don’t believe me?” His grin dims slightly, his voice a little less amused. Crap, I’m hurting his feelings.
“I do? I think. It’s just…” We’re lying on my couch; I’m nestled against his side under a cozy blanket and its domestic and amazing and a little scary. It’s easy, familiar though we’ve done this before, and calming. Spending time with Brandon has always been like this, we’ve just introduced a new dynamic to our relationship. Some might say a natural progression…but until his cock exploded in my mouth, he was strictly heterosexual. And now…now I don’t know what he is. But I want him to be mine, I want to believe the words he says, but my brain is finding it all so illogical.
He stares down at me, open and honest and vulnerable. “I’m having a hard time understanding how you can be heterosexual for over 40 years and then suddenly bisexual, gay, gay-for-me, a purveyor of dick…a dick connoisseur, if you will.” He laughs softly, tightening his arms around me and pressing his face into the top of my head.
“You think I peddle dick?”
“NO!” I bark out, then laugh at my own absurdity. Brandon shifts, forcing me to sit up, then forcibly turns me so we are facing one another on his comfy couch. I liked having this conversation better when I could hide in his chest. However, I’m an adult, and have been for quite some time. “If I’m insane and require a straitjacket, please make sure it’s something other than white. Black is sleek, always slimming. Maybe a purple or bold pink? I like green—” Brandon laughs against my lips when he cuts me off with a kiss.
“If you’re insane, then so am I, and we can fly over the cuckoo’s nest together.”
“I’m afraid you are going to change your mind.” I admit on a whisper, my throat sore from practically dragging the words up from my soul. Could be indigestion.
“Baby.” He drags me into his body until I’m sitting in his lap. “This isn’t sudden.” He says into my neck. “Weeks. Maybe more, if I think back over the months, into last school year. I just didn’t know what it was. I’ve never experienced this before.”
“Because of the dick!” I throw my hands up in exasperation, my tone drenched in despair. His chuckle tickles my neck.
“I’ve never experienced this withanyone. Male or female. I’ve been attracted, enough at least to get off with mutual satisfaction…well, except for my first time. Came as soon as I entered her and tried to continue with a limp cock until she grimaced and told me not to bother.”
“My God!” I can’t help it; I start laughing and I can’t stop. I picture a young Brandon being overly excited at his first taste of snatch, and tears fall from my eyes.
“Yes, yes,” he says drily. “Quite hilarious for all involved.”
“Sorry!” I gasp, then press a clumsy kiss on his lips to soothe him, but I end up snorting in his mouth. He dumps me backward off his lap and shoves me to the other end with his socked feet.
“My point before I was ridiculed for reasonable and situational premature ejaculation…is that no one has ever captivated me like you do. I’m a nice guy, as everyone knows, but looking back, I went above and beyond with you when you started last school year. You were polite, but reserved, and I backed off because I thought you didn’t want to be friends.”
“I couldn’t be around you for longer than 2 minutes without popping wood.” It’s his turn to laugh until he cries. I shrug, not ashamed in the least of my reaction to him. He’s potent and I don’t think I’m the only one to ever have that problem around him, just the first to confess it to him. His shaggy hair and chiseled jaw…and don’t get me started on his body—
“I see.” I follow his line of sight and find him focused on my burgeoning erection. I cover my crotch with both hands and scowl at him. We are having this conversation right now because it’s important.
“I am so deliriously happy to finally be with you, and I think a part of me is just worried that there is a time limit to our newfound bliss.”
Brandon scoots closer to me and reaches up to caress my face, his palm rasping against my stubble. “I want to take you out on a date.” My eyes widen in surprise, I wasn’t expecting that at all. On the next breath, my stomach sinks with the dawning realization. He must see it all play out across my face, because his brows furrow and his smile slips. “You…you don’t want to date me?” He swallows hard. “You’re only interested in a hook up?”
Shit. I’m messing this up. I climb back into his lap, straddling his hips, resting my forehead against his. “I want to be with you so much, Brandon. You are all I’ve wanted for over a year. And I’ll admit, I’m not ready to share you with anyone.” He grins up at me, and I hate to crush him once more, but I owe it to him and myself to be honest. “But I don’t think us being seen in public is a good idea. It’s not the right time.”
“Why?” I hate myself for the pain in his voice, knowing I did that to him.
“I’m so damn proud of you Brandon, the man you are. And I’m even prouder to be someone that you want to be with. But this is new for you—”
“It is new, but it’s what I want. I’m not going to change my mind, Oscar. I want you. I want us.” I blink away the threat of tears and press my lips to his softly.
