Dreamspinner Press Years One & Two Greatest Hits

by J. M. Colail

  “Oh yeah! That’s another thing!” Kate complained, stepping to the side to let Wesley pass. He hung up our coats and patted Lissa on the back before returning to my side. “You guys moved out forever ago and you never invited us over!”

  “I know, I know,” I said with a laugh, holding my hands up as a sign of concession. “I promise we’ll have you over real soon, okay?”

  Kate folded her arms on her chest and pouted, then looked at me with a forgiving smile. “Promise?”

  “I promise,” I answered, drawing an X over my heart with my index finger.

  “Man, you guys are so lucky. I wish I had my own place,” Kate mused aloud. “I know! Let’s get our own place after we graduate,” she said, spinning around and facing Lissa with a childlike smile.

  Lissa’s eyes widened and her face reddened and she stared at Kate for a moment. “O… okay,” she answered. She only said one word, but her expression spoke volumes.

  Kate realized the weight of her question on their relationship and glanced at the floor with florid cheeks. Then she turned to Lissa again and smiled wickedly, trying to reduce the intimate tension and exhilaration of the moment. “Then, maybe, we can get that strap-on I’ve wanted for so long.”

  “What are you trying to say? My fingers and tongue aren’t enough for you?” Lissa retorted quickly, and then held her breath. She bit her bottom lip in embarrassment and looked at the floor. “I-I didn’t mean to say that… so loud.”

  Wesley and I looked at each other with amused astonishment. They’d only been dating a couple months, but they’d been friends for years. Lissa’s unrequited love was finally returned and Kate learned exactly what love was and what it felt like. The girls smiled timidly at each other until Kate caught us spying on their intimate reflection. She latched onto Lissa’s arm and tugged her forward.

  “I know she looks all sweet and innocent, but she’s really a pervert at heart,” Kate announced with a grin, perhaps appreciatively. Lissa glanced up at us and turned an even brighter shade of red.

  “Heh, sounds like someone else I know,” Wesley said, bumping into me. He and Kate laughed while Lissa and I shared embarrassed shyness.

  Kate pulled Lissa closer to us and then grinned with a sparkle in her eye. “I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while and since the subject came up,” Kate prefaced, smiling salaciously, “what’s it like? When it’s two guys?”

  “Oh, it’s great! The best thing ever!” Wesley answered without the slightest bit of modesty.

  I gaped at him and then glanced at Kate who smirked at me. “But… doesn’t it hurt?”

  I remained silent and slack-jawed and Wesley pulled me closer and smiled devilishly. “Well, yeah, it did at first, but it felt good too. Really good,” he emphasized with a sly smile.

  Kate and Lissa stared at us with wide eyes until Kate shook her head in disbelief. “What? No way! I thought for sure you would be the top!” Kate said loudly, looking at Wesley. “Are you serious?”

  “Hey now, don’t underestimate this guy,” Wesley said, completely amused with himself.

  The two girls exchanged glances between us and I took a deep breath. Even the tips of my ears felt red-hot. “No, it’s not like that. It was only once. And to answer your question: yes, it did hurt. Like hell. But, it felt good too,” I said shyly, unable to look up from the floor.

  “See? I knew it!” Kate shouted giddily. “The idea of two guys together is so hot! Lissa thought that you would switch back and forth, but I knew Tor was the bottom,” she said, laughing and relying on Lissa to hold her up.

  “You mean you thought about it?” I blurted out, turning from bright red to hot pink.

  “Of course! You guys are both so cute and it’s a total turn-on when two good-looking guys get it on,” Kate explained happily.

  I was so embarrassed that I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. Kate went on to say that some of her favorite books were gay erotica and that there was even a whole genre of Japanese comic books devoted to “boy-love,” which she said was called yaoi. Wesley kept asking questions about the erotica and yaoi books and Kate said she would be happy to loan some to us.

  Eventually, we got on to playing pool, though I couldn’t look at Kate or Lissa without blushing for the rest of the night. But it was fun and heartwarming to see Kate and Lissa so happy together. It was obvious from their expressions, glances, and gestures that they were really in love with each other. It was silly, but I was prideful, and maybe a little arrogant, that I helped them get to where they were. Their relationship started as precipitously as Wesley’s and mine. If Lissa hadn’t made the first move, would they be together?

  Wesley came up and hugged me from behind after the third game and I knew how lucky I was to have a man strong enough, brave enough, and confident enough to make the first move. I was indebted to him forever and I was just fine with that.

  Chapter 37

  “HEY, BABE. I’m home,” Wesley said, walking in the front door.

  “Hi! How are you? How was work?” I asked, leaning back in the kitchen chair. I stretched my arms over my head and inadvertently yawned.

  “Good. Busy as hell though,” he answered, taking off his coat and hanging it on the hook behind the door. “At least it made the time go by fast. How about you? How was your psych final?” he asked and kissed the top of my head.

  “I think I did pretty good,” I answered, relaxing as he rubbed my shoulders.

  I was almost done with finals; I just had my calc test left. I was sick of studying and with Christmas only three days away, I couldn’t concentrate on anything.

  “Have you eaten yet?” Wesley asked, opening two buttons of his navy work shirt.

  “No, I was waiting for you,” I said, looking back to my calc book on the kitchen table. “What do you want?”

  “I don’t know, but I’ll make dinner. You just keep on studying,” he said, opening the freezer and looking in.

  “I thought maybe we could just get a pizza.”

  “I don’t think I have any cash,” he said, closing the freezer and pulling coins from his pocket. “Nope, just eighty-two cents.”

  “I’ve got cash,” I said, staring blankly at the textbook.

  “All right. Pepperoni okay?” he asked, picking up the phone and taking a pizza menu off the fridge.

  I nodded and listened while Wesley ordered the pizza. It would take about twenty minutes so Wesley hopped in the shower while we waited. I yawned again and stared at my calc book; I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I took several deep breaths and refocused my attentions to the matter at hand—but I needed to do some laundry tonight; I didn’t think I had any clean work pants. I sighed as my mind wandered to everything except math.

  Wesley got out of the shower and came into the living room without a shirt on. I was beginning to think he did that on purpose, knowing full well that I couldn’t keep my eyes off his naked chest. But I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to the calc problems in front of me. The doorbell rang and Wesley happily answered it with a growling stomach and no shirt.

  “Hi. How ya doin’? It’ll be eleven sixty-four,” the pizza-man greeted.

  “Oh yeah,” Wesley said, thumping his head. “Hey babe, you got the money?” Wesley called to me, feeling his empty pockets.

  “Oh, here,” I said, pulling a twenty from my pocket and handing it to the cute delivery boy. He looked at me, then at Wesley, and fumbled with the change as Wesley took the pizza into the kitchen. “Oh, six in change is enough,” I added and got a five and a one in return.

  Wesley was getting plates out and I went over and punched his arm. “Don’t answer the door without a shirt! Now, go get dressed before you catch a cold,” I scolded.

  “Why? He was kinda cute. Do you think he would’ve went for it if I said I didn’t have any money?” Wesley asked.

  “You’re mine and I wouldn’t let you prostitute yourself for pizza. Now go put on a shirt,” I said, pulling two slices onto a plate.

/>   Wesley put on a T-shirt and we sat down at the kitchen table to eat. He looked over the problems I’d done, pulling the textbook closer as he ate his pizza. I watched him as he reviewed the chapter and I wondered again why he didn’t want to go to college. He would be a great engineer and, with a degree, any car company would be lucky to have him. However, he was loyal to Gus and the shop and we already knew that Wesley would get fifty-percent ownership when Gus retired. I smiled and sipped my soda and realized again that I was in love with a truly remarkable man.

  “Geez, I can’t believe Christmas is only three days away,” Wesley said, leaning back in the chair and patting his full belly.

  “I know. This month has flown by,” I agreed, picking up the empty plates and dropping them in the sink.

  “So, did you get my Christmas present?”

  “Yeah,” I said, sitting down again and pulling my textbook closer. “And you’re gonna love it!” I said, picking up my pencil and brushing my hand over my notebook. I was really excited about his gift; he didn’t ask for it, but he had been dropping very subtle hints.

  “What is it?” he asked plainly.

  “I’m not telling,” I answered, just as plainly.

  “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, and on Christmas Eve ’til five. Well, we close at five. But, remember, we’re going to my mom’s around seven,” I said, looking at the papers in front of me and trying to remember where I left off. Wesley nodded and I looked at him for a long moment. “Are you gonna drop by your parents’ house on Christmas Eve?” I asked quietly, knowing I was treading dangerous waters.

  Wesley looked at me sharply and furrowed his brows. “Why the hell would I do that?”

  “Well, it’s your first Christmas away from home, and I thought….”

  “If I did, they would just yell that I wasn’t their son, that I was a fag, and that everything’s your fault. Why would I subject myself to that? Besides, my brother’s not gonna be there, so….”

  “Scott’s not going?”

  “No, he’s spending Christmas with his girlfr—his fiancée’s family.”

  “That’s nice.”

  Wesley went to the bathroom and I refocused on studying with a lighter heart and a full stomach. I wrote down a sample problem in my notebook and tried solving it, looking back at the textbook every five seconds. Wesley returned and sat down at the table, holding his chin in his palm and staring at me. I got through one problem, but Wesley’s deep brown eyes were distracting.

  “Stop staring at me. Go away,” I said after a few minutes. Wesley laughed. “I’m serious. I have to study. So, go away!”

  “No. I don’t wanna. Besides, you look really sexy when you’re all focused and concentrating. It kinda turns me on. Why don’t you take a break?” he said, smiling lasciviously at me.

  “I can’t. I really have to study. And if you’re not going to help me, go away,” I reiterated, trying my hardest not to meet Wesley’s gaze.

  “C’mon, just a short break. Say, ten minutes?”

  I looked up and Wesley grinned at me. He took my breath away and I was already responding to his playful seduction. He stood up and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips, and what little resistance I had faded away immediately.

  “Just ten minutes?” I asked, licking my lips.

  “Promise,” he said, looking into my eyes as he reached down and groped the front of my pants.

  I stood up and followed Wesley into the bedroom, forgetting everything I had just studied as my blood drained downward. Wesley pulled his shirt over his head as he stepped past the threshold and my eyes lingered on his wide, smooth back. He turned and smiled at me as he dropped his shirt on the floor. I felt myself get harder as he pulled me in close and looked into my eyes for a long moment before kissing me slowly. His hands roamed down my chest and rubbed my nipples over the fabric of my shirt as he dropped his kiss to my chin and neck. He unzipped my pants, slid his hand inside my boxers, and stroked affectionately as he sucked on my neck. I opened his jeans and slid them down low on his hips, enough to grope freely inside his underwear. His lips returned to my mouth and we kissed softly, yet feverishly, until Wesley pulled away and squeezed his hand around me.

  “I want you on top this time,” he whispered throatily, hinting at a smile. I looked at him, feeling his firm grip, and I was unable to respond. “I was thinking about it, since we saw Kate and Lis the other night,” he said, stepping back and pulling off his jeans. He sat back on the bed, reached for the bottle of lotion and tossed it to me. “C’mon. I want you to fuck me, Toren.”

  I took a deep breath, every atom in my body awake with lust. I stripped my clothes off and joined Wesley on the bed. He parted his knees for me and I flipped the top off the lotion, dribbling some on my fingers. He pushed himself toward me and lay back. With one hand on the inside of his thigh, I leaned down and met his large cock with my tongue. I slipped a finger beneath and easily found the awaiting orifice. I pushed one finger inside him as I slid my lips over the head and pressed my tongue against his sensitive flesh. I ground my fingers against his warm ring until I was able to press in two fingers past the second knuckle. I continued sucking him off until pre-cum coated my mouth and tonsils.

  With his thighs blocking my peripheral vision, I looked up and Wesley’s expression made me so hard it hurt. He looked at me with glassy eyes and he parted his moist lips as he gasped for breath. I pushed three fingers into his elastic hole and drowned myself in the musty smell of his balls. While I slurped and sucked them, I felt his hands in my hair.

  “You’re… you’re gonna have to hurry,” Wesley panted, lifting my head and looking into my eyes.

  I glanced down at his large member, glistening with saliva and pre-cum, then back to his desperate, sexy face. I withdrew my fingers and stroked myself wet with lotion. Wesley lifted his backside up to me, his thighs rubbing against my hips and waist, and I held myself firm as I slowly pressed into him. A moan escaped his lips and his muscles tightened as I pushed farther into him. He spread his legs farther apart on both sides of me and I grasped his slippery cock with a firm grip and stroked back and forth, as I forced myself deeper. Wesley arched his back as I felt my balls slap against his warm flesh.

  “F—uck! God, Toren!” Wesley shouted, squeezing his knees against my waist.

  I nearly came just from the sound of his voice calling my name, but I renewed my effort, pulling back and thrusting forward again and again. Wesley panted beneath me and I felt like I was flying. This incredible feeling even tingled in my fingertips and toes.

  “Tor…. God! Tor, I’m coming!” Wesley panted as I moved above him.

  “Me too. Wes… Wesley!” I shouted, nearly pulling out then driving into him again with a desperate, delirious fervor.

  Wesley exploded, hitting my chest and stomach and I came hard inside his tender recesses until I collapsed on top of him. Panting and gasping, Wesley stroked his hand through my hair and I looked up timidly at his sexy face. I was still inside him and my cheeks reddened with embarrassment as I felt myself getting hard again.

  “Can I?” I asked timidly. “Can I… one more time?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, one more time,” Wesley answered breathlessly.

  I felt him harden against my stomach and he slipped his hand behind my neck and kissed me feverishly. I felt his cock rubbing against my stomach and I was instantly overcome by the sensation. Wesley wrapped his arms around my neck and I moved back and forth, feeling his heat and perspiring body sliding against mine. I was passionately overwhelmed, pumping inside him with unadulterated lust while Wesley bucked his hips into me. I tried to stave off my approaching climax until Wesley was near too. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and then we climaxed together, draining ourselves of every ounce of love and desire within.

  I flopped down atop him and breathed in his distinctive scent. I still had a fever behind my eyes, but my body was happily exhausted and Wesley drew his arms around me. We
lay in bed for long minutes, savoring the memory and scent of sex until Wesley ran his hand through my hair. I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip, and then rolled off him onto my back.

  “You did that on purpose,” I said, staring at the ceiling.

  “Did what?”

  I closed my eyes, still feeling the heat emanating from my body. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop after just ten minutes.”

  “Maybe,” he answered with a chuckle in his voice.

  “And I still have to study!” I complained, covering my eyes with my forearm. “You better take responsibility and help me.”

  “I know. I will,” Wesley agreed, sitting up. “Get dressed. I’m gonna go wash up,” he said, patting my hair and kissing my forehead. He slid to the side of the bed and grasped his lower back as he stood up. “Oh man, I’m gonna be walking like an old man tomorrow,” he said, shuffling across the room to pick up his T-shirt and jeans before heading into the bathroom.

  I watched him walk away, still with a hand on his back, and I suddenly felt really bashful. I got out of bed and got dressed, but stopped next to the bathroom. The door was open and I could hear water running in the sink. I leaned against the wall and blushed.

  “Um, Wesley?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Did I do okay?” I asked quietly.

  “What? I can’t hear you,” Wesley said, stepping into the doorframe with a washcloth in his hand.

  “Was… was it okay? Did I do okay?” I asked again, feeling my ears burn.

  “Why are you being so shy?” Wesley asked, a smile on his handsome face. “You were great. It felt amazing.”

  “But, I know I’m not as good as you. I mean, you have a certain… anatomical advantage. But, if I made you feel even half as good as you make me feel, then, I think I did okay,” I confessed quietly, staring at the cream-colored carpet in the hallway.

  Wesley stepped close to me and kissed my lips gently. “If I can make you feel even half as good as you make me feel, then… well, I think we’re in a good place.”