by J. M. Colail
“Not sure. Mike’s probably gonna get it, though,” I answered, stretching my arms out. I stood up and went to the kitchen. Mom was licking her fingers after stirring a bowl of chocolate pudding.
“You said that was Wesley? He’s been around a lot lately,” she said, washing off the spoon.
I fought the redness in my cheeks. “Yeah, we’re doing our History project together.”
“On a Saturday night?” Mom asked.
“No,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. I followed her back into the living room and we watched TV. Mom didn’t say anything more.
After a couple minutes, I went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and ran a hand through my hair. Alycia poked her head in the room and smiled.
“Going out with Wes again?”
“Yeah. We’ll probably go play pool. Wanna come?” I asked, turning around and leaning against the sink.
“Nah, Mike’s gonna stop by. He had to work late and he works with this really cute chick and I just know he….” Alycia folded her arms on her chest and pouted. “She better be a blonde bimbo with a huge rack and no personality if he’s gonna cheat on me.”
I sighed. “He’s not gonna cheat on you. But I like your stipulations if he were going to,” I added with a laugh.
Alycia smiled and nodded, then grinned deviously. She stepped into the bathroom and leaned toward me. “You’re going out with Wes tonight? So, Tor, just how far have you gone with him?”
“A-Alycia!” I scolded, turning bright red.
“C’mon, tell me!” she whined, nudging me with her elbow.
“Nothing! We’ve just… um….”
“Uh-huh, yeah. That look totally gave you away. You’ve already done it? Toren, you little slut!”
“Quiet!” I looked at the open door and prayed that Mom didn’t hear anything. “And no! Like it’s any of your business anyway!”
“I got a feeling that you’ll be giving it up soon, won’t you? Still, I’m pretty impressed. I’m surprised Wes hasn’t pushed you down and had his way with you. He’s got the patience of a saint!” She turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
My shoulders slumped and I sighed. Wesley was patient with me, especially after what happened at Cue last night. I didn’t trust him fully because of my own insecurities. It was my own fault.
Mom answered the door and Wesley greeted her politely. He wore grease-stained blue jeans and a navy work shirt.
“What are you guys doing tonight?” Mom asked, collapsing on the sofa and yawning. “Oh, excuse me,” she said and wiped away the tears that collected from her giant yawn.
“Dunno,” I answered, leaning down and kissing the top of Mom’s head.
“Hiya, Wes,” Alycia said, stepping out from the hall and brushing her hair. Wesley smiled and waved.
“Have fun,” Mom said, putting her feet up on the coffee table and changing channels on the TV.
Wesley and I went to Cue, predictably, and Kate and Lissa were already there playing a game, also predictably. Lissa saw us and called us over. Kate hugged Wesley and he stepped back after a moment and I felt silly. Wesley grinned at me knowingly.
We played a few games, laughing and talking and having fun. I felt comfortable with Kate and Lissa, maybe more Lissa than Kate, but I couldn’t explain it; I felt like I wasn’t being judged.
“Want something to drink?” Wesley asked, leaning the cue stick against the table.
“I’m okay, thanks.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, taking a step backward. I nodded and smiled.
“I’ll come with you,” Kate announced, handing her cue to Lissa and hooking her arm around Wesley’s. I laughed to myself and watched them walk away, turning the cue around in my hands.
“So, how long have you guys been together?” Lissa asked, leaning against the pool table.
I looked at her with wide eyes and shook my head. “What? What are you talking about?” I tried to sound outraged.
“It’s okay; I get it,” Lissa said and looked down. “It’s tough being gay in high school, isn’t it?” She looked up and forced a smile on her lips, but her eyes weren’t smiling. “At least you have someone who likes you back. I know Kate’s a bit flaky, but she’s really a good person. She’s always there when I need her, no matter what. I keep telling myself that it’ll be okay, as long as I can be close to her, even as just a friend.”
Lissa looked sad with upturned eyebrows and a little pout on her lips. She was pretty with a slim figure. She didn’t wear makeup and didn’t need to. Her short, brown hair was pinned to the side with two barrettes, framing a sweet face.
I stared at the pool table and then glanced up at Lissa. “She doesn’t know how you feel, then?” I asked. Lissa shook her head without looking up. I took a deep breath. “If… if Wesley hadn’t said anything to me, we wouldn’t… be together.”
Lissa glanced at me with a gentle smile. “I see. You gotta learn to walk before you run. Or something like that.”
I laughed lightly. “Yeah, something like that.”
“You’re all right, Toren,” she said and smiled. This time, her eyes were smiling too. “Oh, here they come. Don’t say anything, okay?”
I felt good. Lissa was the first person I told about Wesley and me and I already felt a little more confident.
“I got you a pop,” Wesley said, handing me a Styrofoam cup with a lid and a straw. I thanked him and he looked at Lissa, then at me. He didn’t say anything and started to rack up the balls for another game.
Chapter 13
“HEY, BABE. What’s going on?”
“Hi, Wesley. Nothing. What about you?”
“I’m getting outta work and I have to run a few errands for my mom, but I was wondering if you wanted to do something later.”
“Um, yeah.” My palms were sweaty and I felt nervous. “Do you wanna come over later? Um, my mom is working a double and my sister is sleeping over at a friend’s tonight.” There was a long, silent pause. “Are you still there?”
“I’ll be right over.”
“What? There’s no rush. Just come after you’ve finished running your errands.”
“All right. See you later.”
It was gonna be just me and Wesley tonight. I was anxious and excited, so I decided to take a quick shower before he came over, hoping the warm water might help me relax.
The bathroom mirror steamed up and the small room was hot and humid. I ran my hand across the mirror, leaving streaks with my fingertips. There was a knock at the door and I heard Wesley call my name. I was surprised that he was here already. I wrapped a towel around my waist and called from the hallway.
“Hey. Come on in. I’ll be out in a sec.”
I pulled on a pair of boxers and slid my arms through a short-sleeve, button-down shirt. My hair was still dripping wet and I rubbed the towel over my head.
“Well, damn. If that isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”
I turned around and the towel dropped to the floor. “Wesley? What are you doing? I told you I’d be out in a minute.” He leaned against the doorframe with a smug grin on his face.
“You look so good,” he said, walking toward me and pulling me into his arms. He walked me back until I fell onto the bed. “You won’t be needing these anymore!” he said, pulling off my boxer shorts and tossing them over his shoulder.
“Hold on! Wait a second! Wesley!” I hurriedly protested, knowing that once his lips touched me, I wouldn’t be able to resist.
He was unbelievably ravenous, working me into a frenzy until I was completely ravished, panting and gasping.
“That didn’t take long,” he said with a triumphant smile, lying down next to me. He turned my face to his and kissed me sweetly.
“What… what are you doing here? I thought you had to run some errands.”
“And let an opportunity like this slip by? No chance. Everything in the world, except you, can wait ’til tomorrow.”
I rolled t
o my side and hid my shy smile. I loved it when he acted this way.
“Oh, damn. What a cute ass!”
Wesley pushed me onto my stomach and I felt his kisses trace down my back. His hands roamed freely, caressing my legs and thighs.
“Wait! What are you doing?” I shouted, panicking. I wasn’t ready yet. His fingers became bolder, but it was his tongue that surprised me. “Stop! Wait a minute!”
I had never felt anything like it. His tongue was lapping and curling and it felt… incredible.
“Still want me to stop?”
“No!” I whimpered, surprised by the plea in my voice.
“Good boy,” he whispered before delving back into his task.
I came even quicker, gripping the sheets in my tight fists and moaning louder than I ever had before. I collapsed into the bed, all my energy expended in delirious ecstasy.
“You really liked that,” Wesley said, tickling the small of my back with his fingertips.
I could feel his warm breath, tinted with tobacco against my neck. He was so handsome and… manly, yet so gentle and kind with me. I loved the way he made me feel.
“What’s that loopy grin for?” he asked, brushing my hair from my eyes. I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and my stomach tightened. I wondered why he was with me.
“Wesley, do you… really like me so much? I mean, you’re nice and good-looking; you can have anyone you want. I guess I’m just wondering why you settled for me.”
Wesley’s eyes grew big and he shook his head. “You think I settled for you? You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t settle for you; you were the one I wanted all along. I wonder why you settled for me?”
I looked at him blankly.
“Look, I may be cute, but that’s about all I got going for me. But you, you’re cute and smart. You’re going places. I’ll be lucky if you let me tag along.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, glancing down. “You’ve been leading me all along.” I rolled over and rested the back of my hand on my forehead. I would follow him anywhere.
“Now what’s with the grin?”
I laughed softly and looked into his eyes. “Nothing. You just make me really happy.”
Wesley climbed on top of me and smiled wickedly. “Well, if I make you happy, how about I make you feel good too?” he said, planting kisses on my neck and collarbones.
“Wait. Hold on a sec. I want… I want both of us… to feel good,” I whispered, blushing to my ears. Wesley stopped kissing and licking me and looked into my eyes for a long moment.
“For real? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I answered timidly. Wesley stared at me and a devious smile spread across his face.
“Well, all right! Bring that sweet ass over here!” he shouted, grabbing hold of me and flipping me onto my stomach.
“Wait! Wait a second!” I shouted, floundering beneath him.
Wesley stopped, still straddling my legs, and looked at me. “Hang on; I’ll be right back,” he said quickly and jumped off the bed.
“What? Wait! Where are you going?” I asked as he ran out of the room. I sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over my lap. Where did he go? A few moments later, he returned with a brown paper bag in his hand. “What’s wrong? Where’d you go?” Then I looked at the brown bag. “What’s that?”
He took a small tube from the bag and tossed it onto the bed. “It’s lubricant. Like lotion, so it won’t hurt as much,” he said nonchalantly.
“Where did you get it?” I asked, furrowing my brows.
“I, uh, I’ve had it for a while now. You know, just in case you were ever in the mood,” he answered, scratching the back of his head with a silly grin on his face.
“Oh, gee, thanks for the premeditation,” I said, crossing my arms and looking to my side. Wesley laughed and I looked at the tube next to me. He pulled off his shirt and I looked up at him. The expression on his face was indescribable: elated, but also serious. He unbuckled his belt and pulled off his blue jeans and boxers. I guess I had forgotten his actual size and I blushed at the sight of him. This was gonna hurt.
Wesley crawled onto the bed and picked up the tube. Silently, he massaged my body and placed tender kisses on my lips and neck. He rolled me onto my side and kissed me again before turning me onto my stomach. He straddled my legs and squeezed an ample amount of lotion onto his fingers. He leaned down and nibbled my ear. “I’m gonna get you used to it first, so it’ll only be my fingers,” he whispered and sat back on his heels.
I was trembling with nervousness as Wesley pulled my backside toward him, bringing me up on my knees. He gently frigged me with one hand while slowly pushing his fingers inside. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth; it didn’t hurt but it felt weird. After a moment, he withdrew his fingers and leaned down on top of me again.
“Are you ready, Toren? I’ll go real slow, but if it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop,” he said, kissing my cheek and then the nape of my neck. He traced the contours of my back with his tongue and then I felt the first of him.
He held steady, listening closely to my breathing. After I took a deep breath, he pressed further into me and I moaned with an edge of pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, choking on a sob in my throat. Wesley continued and I let out a stifled cry. He hesitated and waited patiently and sympathetically for me. “Keep… keep going,” I panted, gripping the sheet in my hands and burying my face in the pillow.
I felt him swell within me and he pressed on, slowly pushing his way deep inside. When he was fully within me, he stopped, holding still.
“Are you okay? Does it still hurt?”
“Ahh…,” I moaned, unable to form coherent words. The pain was ebbing and with the slightest movement, an unimaginable pleasure rippled through my entire body. He moved slowly and I found myself pushing back in gentle rhythm. He rubbed my back with one hand while he held my arousal in his other. His motions grew stronger and I balled my hands into fists. Tears collected in my eyes and I moaned with a voice I didn’t know I had. Wesley’s hand slipped away and he grasped my hips, pulling me closer. I felt him in every inch of my body. Wesley moaned softly and I loved the sound of his voice.
“Wes-Wesley! I’m…!”
“Me too,” he grunted, his voice low, labored, and sexy.
Wesley collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and kissing my neck. He was still inside me and I fought the urge to tell him that I was in love with him.
“Sorry I came inside,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned to the side and saw his handsome face from the corner of my eye. He reached out his hand and laced his fingers with mine.
“It’s okay…. I wanted you to.”
Wesley rolled to his side and took my face in his hands. He kissed my lips tenderly and I felt like I was melting. I slid my fingers behind his head and pulled him closer, but after making love, it didn’t seem nearly close enough.
I WOKE to a beam of sunlight across my eyes. Wesley slept next to me with his head on my arm and his hand resting on my stomach. He looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Memories of the night rushed to the front of my mind and I blushed looking at Wesley’s smooth body thinly veiled by the bed sheet.
My arm was tired, and I tried not to move, but my body betrayed me and I twitched, stirring Wesley to consciousness. He looked up at me and smiled.
“Morning,” he whispered, blinking his eyes twice.
He lifted himself to his elbow and kissed me simply. He moved his hand over my chest and stomach, lightly and slowly. He acted like waking up next to me was the most natural thing in the world.
“What time is it?” he asked, looking around the room. Our clothes were scattered on the floor. The tube of lotion was on the nightstand next to a glass of water.
“It’s a little past noon.”
“Really?” he yawned, finding the alarm clock on my dresser across the room. “Damn,
I guess it is.” He leaned down and rested his head on my chest again. “I really like waking up this way.”
I smiled and ruffled his hair. I did too. Wesley looked up at me and grinned on one side of his mouth.
“Can we do it one more time?”
He pressed himself against my body and pouted with pleading eyes. I felt him against my thigh and I smirked, nodding my head as I leaned down and kissed him. I began to turn to my side, but Wesley shook his head and crawled atop me.
“No. Let’s do it this way, so I can see your face,” he said, moving his hands to my backside and pulling me closer. He parted my legs and pushed them up to my chest. He bent forward and kissed me, picking up the tube of lotion from the table. He popped open the top and squeezed some onto his fingers. “Did I use enough lube last night?”
I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes with blushing cheeks. “Don’t… don’t call it that.”
“What? Lube?” he asked. I nodded and covered my mouth with my hand. He chuckled and smirked. “All right, did I use enough stuff last night?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He was sitting back on his heels and he pulled my backside closer. He slid his fingers around; one, then two, getting me ready. He frigged me gently with his other hand, looking in my eyes with a sweet expression. He positioned himself as I drew up to accept him and he slid inside easily. He leaned forward, pushing deeper, and kissed me. He slowly rocked back and forth, staring in my eyes, and I squeezed his hands in mine. He was steady, moving slowly, until I closed my eyes with pleasure. He pushed deeper and I moaned quietly, whispering his name. His fingers tightened around mine and he bent his head down, his brown hair falling in his eyes.
“Wes-Wesley,” I cried, “Oh… oh, God!”
Wesley scooped me in his arms, pulling me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I clung to him for dear life, my legs wrapped around his middle. We came together, climaxing for what felt like an eternity, though not nearly long enough. He still held me in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, his warm breath on my neck. We stayed like that for a while, until I kissed him. He smiled at me.