Page 48 of Accidental Fire
“What’s gone up your ass?” JD asked as the two of us walked around the venue to take a look while the truck was being unloaded. I was still pissed at Kit from our argument about his hesitance to do anything more sexual than hand jobs.
“I’ve never asked,” I prefaced before getting into JD’s private business, “but are you gay or straight?”
JD’s face froze for an instant before he started laughing. “I see no need to limit myself. Why?”
“Have you been with guys?”
“Yes, and again I ask why you think you have the right to ask me about my sexuality.”
I sighed. I sounded like an uptight asshole. “I’m sorry. I’m having a crisis of faith.”
“Excuse us,” Allen said as he pushed by us with a cart hauling speakers and microphone equipment.
We moved toward the bar at the other side of the venue, pulling two stools down from their spots on the bar top and taking a seat. “So, Kit and I are involved as you saw the other day, which is great, but there are some issues in the sex department. Have you ever given a guy a blowjob?”
JD smirked. “Yeah, but I’m not giving you one.”
“Ha-ha, funny man. I’m talking about Kit. I’ve given him a few, but he’s never reciprocated—or even tried. He’s never been with a guy, and I’m afraid he pretends I’m a woman when we get down and dirty—well, mildly dusty, I guess.”
“Have you fucked?” JD asked.
“What do you think? I’ve never bottomed, and he’s never been with a guy. He ain’t giving up his ass anytime soon.”
JD stared at me. “Is that all your relationship is about? Who gets fucked and who does the fucking? Sounds pretty shallow to me.”
As he said it, I realized he was right. Everything we did together was great. As long as we pleased each other, did the other stuff matter?
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Look, the last guy I dated—and I dated him for almost a year before he moved back east to go to grad school—we didn’t fuck. He was a side and didn’t like ass play. I like it, but I enjoyed the other things we did, so it was fine with me that he didn’t want to be penetrated, nor did he want to penetrate anyone else.
“Hell, if the band hadn’t hit when it did, I’d have moved to Boston with him. I really care about him, but he put school ahead of our relationship, so I think I felt more for him than he did for me,” JD explained.
I was surprised. We’d been friends since our fathers were in From the Ashes together. “Does your dad know you’re bi?” I asked.
“Yeah. Ripper’s not a closed-minded asshole like Regal. Anyway, I’ve learned the only way to work through problems in a relationship is to communicate, so communicate with your man. Icing him out won’t get you anywhere.” JD stood, flipped the stool back onto the bar top, and walked back to the stage.
As I was about to get up, Kit came into the venue. He put his hands on his hips and scanned the area until his eyes landed on me. He headed in my direction, and I took a deep breath.
“How was the ride on the bus?” Kit asked.
“Agonizing. I couldn’t sleep, and the others passed out the minute they hit the bunks. How was it riding by yourself?” The tension in my voice could be cut with a knife.
“Lonely. Even if you sleep while I’m driving, I still know you’re there. I hate this. Look, it’s not that I don’t want to suck you off. I’m just not sure I’ll be any good at it. I never want to disappoint you.” His hand reached out to take mine, but he pulled back at the last second and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans.
If we were going to have a relationship that was good for both of us, we had to be equals. I stood and pulled his hand from his pocket, holding it between both my hands. “I’m sorry I was such an ass. Of course you have to take time to get comfortable with things. This is all new to you, and I’m being unfair. I’m sorry.”
“Come here, please.” He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me, which immediately put me at ease. He kissed my temple and whispered in my ear, “I want you very much, and I want to suck your cock, but I’m intimidated. You have me nearly comatose when you finish with me, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to give you the same experience. But there’s no way in hell I ever think of you as a woman. You’re a gorgeous man who holds my heart. Please, I’m begging you, don’t break it.”
Kit lifted my chin with his index finger and kissed my lips, pushing his tongue inside and swirling it with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. He pressed his cock against mine, and I wanted to slide my hand into his pants.
“C-Can you come out to the truck for a few minutes?” Kit asked against my lips.
“Fuck yeah.”
We hurried out of the venue and nearly ran to the red Peterbilt. Kit unlocked the door, and I climbed up, with him coming behind me. He locked the doors from the inside and pulled down a large shade mounted over the dashboard. He closed the ones on each side window, and then he hurried into the sleeper with me.
Kit knelt in front of me and took my hands. “You know what I like, but I don’t know what you like. Please, show me how to make you soar—I mean, fly, not in pain.”
