All for You

by Andrew Grey

  Reggie cleaned up, loading the dishwasher and letting Willy relax, consciously aware of him the entire time. It was like he had some sort of Willy radar. Even when he stood to go to the window, Reggie knew where he was. “You can watch television if you like,” Reggie offered, not wanting Willy to be bored.

  Willy wandered through the house to the back, the door snicking closed after him. Reggie finished the last of the cleanup and slipped out as well, stepping out onto the covered deck. Willy stood at the edge, leaning on the log rail, staring out over the backyard and forest that rose like a wall with the Sierras looming above.

  “What are you thinking about?” Reggie asked, sliding his arms around Willy’s waist.

  Willy shrugged. “I keep wondering what you can see in me, and then I see you look at me and….” He quivered, and Reggie held him tighter. “When you first approached me in the club in Sacramento, I thought maybe you were like those guys who were ganging up on me, but you weren’t. You were kind and you tried to help me.” Willy leaned back against him. “When you left, I was lonely. I actually kicked myself for the rest of the night because I let you get away.”

  “I’m right here.”

  “I know, and I’m scared.” That was quite an admission. “I’m scared of what will happen if people find out about us, and I’m scared that I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life hiding who I am. I know I can’t do both.”

  “You don’t have to make that decision today.” Reggie leaned forward to gently kiss the base of Willy’s neck. Willy shivered, and Reggie did it again.

  “Reggie… I….” Willy groaned as Reggie tugged his shirt aside, kissing down his shoulder.

  “I know this is your first time and I want to make it special for you.” A breeze off the mountains chilled its way around them, and Reggie gently led Willy back inside. He closed the door, and they returned to the living room. While Willy got comfortable on the sofa, Reggie built the fire back up and then sat next to him. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” Reggie took Willy’s hands, threading his fingers through them, soft skin sliding along Reggie’s rough fingers. “I mean it. We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready.” Reggie tugged him closer, their lips close but not touching. “I’d be happy just being able to hold you tonight.” Their first night together. He didn’t need to even think of the other side of that coin.

  Willy closed the distance between them, and Reggie wound his arms around him. He hadn’t gotten an answer, and that was fine. Willy didn’t need to vocalize what he wanted right now. Reggie had every intention of taking his time, making sure Willy had a first time to remember for the rest of his life. “I don’t even know what to do,” Willy whispered. “I know it sounds dumb of me, but all I’ve ever done is hear guys talking about it, and I doubt they knew very much about what they were doing.”

  “You’re probably right. They didn’t.”

  “And they were all talking about girls.” Willy grinned. “I always felt sorry for the girls they were dating because of the way they talked about them. Like there was nothing private or sacred.”

  “What happens between us is both.” Reggie slid closer, holding Willy tighter, following his gaze to the flickering flames. “I will never talk about what goes on between us with anyone except you.”

  “It’s not that.” Willy turned to him. “I’m scared.”

  “Of what?” Reggie wondered.

  “Sex, I guess. Never had it, and everyone talks about it like it’s the greatest thing ever, but it’s the cause of so much trouble and pain that….” Willy trailed off as Reggie drew closer, their breath mingling and then lips touching. Reggie held him firmly, deepening the kiss until Willy moaned softly and the return kiss grew more urgent. He backed away, tugging on Willy’s lower lip as he did.

  “Does that scare you?” Reggie asked, and Willy shook his head. Reggie pulled Willy’s shirt up, taking a good look at his pale, smooth belly and chest. Just as he’d imagined, only better, more heated. He touched his lips to Willy’s upper arm, then downward and captured a nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue to the tune of Willy’s higher-pitched, more urgent whimpers. “How about that?”

  “No. But I think….”

  Reggie rested his head on Willy’s shoulder, his lips inches from his ear. “We don’t have to do that. This is about happiness, feeling good, being together. Not worry and fear. Sex should never be that.” He licked the spot right behind Willy’s ear, and Willy shook in his arms, groaning softly once again. “Those sounds.”

  “Am I being too loud?” Willy stiffened.

  “No, sweetheart. They’re beautiful. Like fine music. You make as much noise as you want.” Reggie went back to exploring Willy’s body, finding the spot at the base of his neck and the one along his shoulder that made him gasp. Reggie tugged off Willy’s shirt, pressing him back onto the sofa cushions. Willy’s belly heaved up and down, his small pink nipples peaked in the cold. Reggie stroked him gently, Willy’s smooth skin heating his palm. “You’re stunning.”

  Willy shook his head. “I’m plain and ordinary. Just say it like it is.”

  “There—” Reggie leaned forward, taking his lips, sucking lightly. “—is nothing—” He gently kissed the base of his neck. “—ordinary about you.” He gently kissed Willy’s shoulder. “You’re extraordinary and special.” He leaned closer, inhaling deeply just to take in more of the scent of heaven that was Willy. Reggie stayed where he was without moving for a few seconds. He needed Willy to hug him, move, anything.

  Reggie sighed as Willy encircled him, pulling them together. It took Reggie a few seconds to get his own shirt off, and then Willy held him once again. Chest to chest, heat to warmth, they pressed together, Reggie finding Willy’s lips, their kisses driving him, adding passion by the second. His instinct pushed him forward, to take Willy, but he’d be damned if he was going to do that. Things had to happen at Willy’s pace, not his. And when Willy kissed the base of his neck that way Reggie had kissed his just a few seconds before, Reggie backed away and tugged Willy on top of him.

  Willy grinned. “Am I in charge? Is that it?” He placed his hands on Reggie’s shoulders and slowly slid them down his chest. Willy didn’t say anything, his chest rising and falling with each breath, fingers trembling as they moved.

  “You aren’t going to hurt me.” Reggie covered Willy’s hands with his own and brought one to his lips. “I mean it. I want you to get to know me, feel comfortable touching and being touched.” He squeezed Willy’s fingers, then released them and lay back, reveling in the gentle feeling of Willy touching him.

  Reggie held his breath as Willy circled his nipple with his finger and tweaked the bud lightly. He arched his back into the sensation, groaning softly under his breath to let Willy know that he liked it. Willy continued his explorations, sliding his hands down Reggie’s belly and then over to his side. Reggie chuckled, even as his excitement went through the roof. He closed his eyes, willing Willy to free his erection and touch him. When Willy slid his hand close to his waistband, Reggie held his belly still, pulling it in. Willy teased him, running his fingers along his stomach before stopping.

  Willy kissed him, pressing his chest to Reggie’s, mingling their heat. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

  Reggie chuckled and slid his hands down Willy’s back to cup his butt and massage his cheeks through his pants. “You can touch whatever you want to.”

  Willy sighed and sat back. “Do you want to do this here on the sofa?”

  Reggie shook his head. The fire was burning down, so he stood, settled the wood, and then sat once again. “We should let it burn down a little more.” The last thing he wanted was for a spark to get loose while they weren’t there.

  Reggie tugged Willy to him, and they sat quietly together, fingers intertwined as they watched the flames die. As the room chilled and the fire flickered out, Reggie stood and offered his hand. Willy took it, and Reggie led him out of the liv
ing room, turning out all the lights as they went down to the bedroom, and shut the door behind them.

  They were in his room, his space. Reggie never let anyone else in here. This was his sanctuary. The rest of the house had touches of his uncle still about, but this room was all him. Reggie guided Willy to the bed and down onto the thick duvet. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks before sliding down his sweatpants and briefs. Reggie shoved them to the side and stood in front of Willy, naked. He was who he was, stripped bare. Most people thought nothing of this, but for Reggie it meant a lot. He was himself, and Willy could see it.

  Willy leaned forward to take his hand, drawing him closer until their lips met in a searing kiss that made the floor shake like no earthquake he’d ever felt.

  “I think it’s my turn,” Willy said, standing. He pushed Reggie away slightly and he took a step back. Willy toed off his shoes and took off his socks. Then he turned around, pushing down his jeans, showing Reggie his butt clad in light blue briefs. It was like waving a red cape in front of a bull. Willy had an amazing posterior, and when that fabric slipped downward and then off, Reggie gasped and held his breath.

  Slowly Willy turned around.

  “I told you. Amazing,” Reggie said, and Willy shook his head. Reggie slowly walked around Willy. He gently pressed to his back, snaking his arms around his waist, holding him, kissing the base of his neck. “You are stunning.” He was rock-hard, his cock pressing to Willy’s butt. “You can feel me, can’t you?”

  Willy giggled. “Yeah.”

  “That’s what you do to me.” Reggie closed his eyes, inhaling, letting Willy’s scent carry him away on clouds of ecstasy for a few split seconds. “You don’t have to worry about how you look. I think it’s wonderful.” He stepped back slightly, kissing Willy’s shoulder blade as he rubbed small circles on his belly. “I know it’s hard to let someone else see you, the real you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Reggie held Willy tighter. “We spend our lives hiding parts of ourselves. We learn about it on the playground at school. The kids who are different get picked on. You don’t have the right clothes or your nose is too big or you wear glasses. The kids who get picked on usually change some part of themselves, hiding what they really like to become part of the group. As we get older, we do it more. Our bodies look funny or our face gets spots or God knows what else…. We don’t think we’re smart enough or whatever. We hide more and try to present a better picture of ourselves, the one we want the world to see.” Reggie held his hands to Willy’s chest, cradling him in his arms. “Standing in front of someone naked, especially someone we want to be intimate with, is shedding part of that image. We let someone else see who we are.”

  Willy coughed and then cleared his throat. “But what if the other person doesn’t like what they see?”

  Reggie chuckled. “Then fuck that and kick ’em in the nuts because they aren’t worth bothering with.” He kissed Willy’s shoulder once again. “I like what I see. I knew I would.”

  “How can you?” Willy glanced down.

  “Because what really counts is what’s on the inside.”

  “How do you know all this?” Willy slowly turned himself in Reggie’s embrace.

  Reggie gently cupped Willy’s jaw. “Because part of my job is to get to the person under the façade. You look for clues as to who the real person is. That’s what motivates our real desires and what we really want. It’s also the part of us that usually commits a crime. So, it’s what I look for.” He kissed Willy deep, pressing their hips together, cocks sliding along each other.

  Willy moaned softly, whimpering. “Reggie….”

  “You make me feel good.” He pushed Willy back toward the bed, lifted him off his feet and turned so he sat, and then lay back, letting Willy be on top and have the control. Reggie cupped Willy’s bare, pert butt, holding him firmly, guiding him as he slid along him, cocks touching, Willy moaning softly in his ear. That was almost enough to send him over the edge right there. Willy’s pleasure enraptured him, and he let Willy set the pace as they moved together.

  “Reggie… oh….” Willy’s words and whimpers barely reached Reggie’s ears.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. Be happy and let go.” He held him closer, rocking with him until Willy gasped, head thrown back, mouth open. Heat spilled between them, and Reggie closed his eyes, tumbling right along with Willy. It was an amazing experience being someone’s first, and as Willy settled in his arms, Reggie lay still, letting him catch his breath.

  “That was….” Willy lifted his head, a huge grin on his face. “I feel almost wicked.”

  “Maybe you are.” Reggie rolled Willy onto his back, sweeping a hand over his forehead. “I’ll be right back. Just get comfortable.” Reggie hurried to the bathroom, got a cloth and towel, and used them to gently clean Willy’s alabaster skin. After taking the used linens back to the bathroom, he returned to Willy’s eyes following his every movement.

  “You’re the one who’s gorgeous,” Willy told him as Reggie approached the bed.

  “Get under the covers, Rabbit.” Reggie smiled as Willy’s eyes went wide.

  “What did you call me?” He sat up, arms folded over his chest. “Rabbit?”

  “Yeah. It’s how I thought of you in Sacramento. You were adorably cute and completely out of your depth. From the second you walked into that club, your eyes were wide and you seemed so innocent and gentle compared to all the jaded guys around you. That’s why those men approached you. They figured they could intimidate and get you to do what they wanted.” Reggie sat next to him. “When I was a kid, my first pet was a rabbit. His name was Rupert and he was the best pet ever. He was gentle, playful, and a joy to have around. Just like you.” He took one of Willy’s hands.

  “I don’t know if I like it.”

  Reggie laughed. “How about you hop in bed before you get cold and we’ll talk about it.”

  “Har-har,” Willy said as he climbed under the covers. “The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m getting cold and I don’t want my bits to shrivel up.” Willy settled under the covers, and Reggie turned out the lights and climbed into bed next to him, sliding his arms around him.

  Reggie closed his eyes, listening to Willy breathe, wondering how much sleep either of them was going to get. Reggie was still really keyed up, but it didn’t take long before the fatigue of his day overwhelmed the excitement of having Willy in his bed. He drifted off to sleep, still wondering how much longer this interlude, these stolen hours, could possibly last. He wanted them to, but that had little bearing on reality, which often had its own ideas.

  Chapter 7

  THE GOSSIP through town was enough to drive Willy out of his mind. All anyone was talking about was Jamie Fullerton, and it bothered him. Usually talk in town died down once something else happened, but not this time. It had been nearly a week and the chatter continued.

  Willy pulled the cart of boxes out of the back room. He wanted to replenish some displays while it was slow. He was careful as he passed Mrs. Weathers and Mrs. Gardner, talking quietly in the aisle. He wasn’t intent on listening to their conversation, but he couldn’t help hearing.

  “I heard that some people are circulating a petition to have the mayor recalled. I don’t know if things should go that far, but apparently Jamie is so ashamed of himself,” Mrs. Gardner was saying.

  “As he should be,” Mrs. Weathers interjected.

  “Oh, please.” Mrs. Gardner rolled her eyes as Willy passed, leaving them behind. “So the kid is gay. It’s hardly the end of the world.”

  Willy smiled. Good for you, Mrs. G. I always liked you. He kept going, and a few seconds later, Mrs. Gardner, in a snit, walked past him up to the counter, with Mrs. Weathers following shortly behind with an expression like she’d just smelled something bad. This was getting ridiculous. He wanted to tell them it was none of their business and to leave it alone.

  “Morning,” Willy called as a customer came in the store
. He didn’t pay a great deal of attention as he popped open a case of Peanut M&M’s. Mr. Webster was having a sale, and it seemed the town needed as much comfort food as it could get, because they were flying off the shelves. “Jamie,” Willy said when he glanced up and saw the other man, looking like he wished the floor would open and swallow him up.

  “Mom sent me in for some things and—” He turned and hurried toward the back of the store. Willy wished he could help.

  The bell on the door chimed again, and Willy tried to stop the smile that rose to his lips as Reggie entered, in his uniform, looking sexy as all get-out. The first thing that went through Willy’s mind was that the next time he saw him, maybe he could get Reggie to wear his uniform and…. Willy blinked away the thought. He was at work, and a stiffy wasn’t going to be a good idea. He could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and he had to look away and get his mind on what he was doing.

  Willy began placing bags of candy on the endcap even as his mind flashed into darkness, the middle of the night. He was awake, staring at the ceiling. He’d just rolled over for the dozenth time. Reggie stirred next to him. He expected to be told to lie still, but heated hands slid over his chest and belly, and then Reggie rolled on top of him, cradling him. Reggie had kissed him until his eyes crossed before slipping down, under the covers, and the angels sang in Willy’s mind when Reggie engulfed him in the wettest heat Willy could possibly imagine. It was his first blow job, and Willy’s blush intensified as he thought he might actually have squealed when Reggie brought him over the edge.