His True Home: Cole and Byron

by M J Giani

  When he got out of the car and turned around to find out what was wrong with the old junk, he saw nothing wrong, until smoke started coming out of the hood.

  "Oh, what a bummer!” He exclaimed. He looked around, as if the answer to his problem would come out of somewhere, when he saw a car coming in the distance. He stepped forward – wondering if he would get hit –and waved like he had seen many people do in movies, in order to make sure he would be seen.

  When the man driving the car stopped in front of him, he didn’t want to believe who he was seeing: inside that fifteen-year old car was the most handsome man Cole had ever seen. He was tall, had a V-shaped body and he was quite muscled. His chocolate skin was appetizing, and contrasted beautifully with his eyes, which had the same colour as caramel. He was older than Cole, maybe twenty-five or twenty-seven. Cole knew, at that moment, what it was like to fall in love at first sight, because that was what was happening to him right now.

  "Do you need help, or are you just a lunatic who likes to stop the car in the middle of the road and wave his arms at all the strangers who are passingby?" His smile contrasted with his dark skin, and Cole couldn’t reply, he was stunned.

  “Hello?” The young man waved his hand in front of his face. “Are you all right?”

  “I beg your pardon?” Oh, my God, he was playing the fool in front of the most handsome man in the universe!

  "Is that a question, or ..."Yummy Boy" started looking at him as if he was a first-class idiot.

  “I’m sorry”! Cole needed tosay something quickly.

  “Well, yes. I need help, my car doesn’t start and I don’t know what happened.”

  "It's a very old car." The young man took a step closer to his car to checkit. “Can you open the hood?”

  “Yes, of course.” He got into the car to touch the button to open the hood as he asked him to, though in reality, he would do everything that man would ask, without thinking twice about it. He was beyond love; he was completely lost. When he got out again, he saw that that "Yummy Boy" was leaning over the car, leaving his derriére in full view, which was enough to make Cole drool again.

  "I think your car has quite something going on. This isn’t coming out;you see?" Cole bent over to see what “Yummy Boy” was showing him, but as soon as he did, he forgot what he had to look at. The smell emanating from that large body beside him was delicious, and made Cole have wet fantasies that he could no longer hide. He carefully placed his arms in front of his himself, trying to hide his body’s reaction. “What do I do now?” He thought. He felt like squealing with excitement, and in order to avoid it, he cleared his throat.

  "I can give you a lift, if you’re not goingvery far." He said, showing that smile that, Cole decided, was his favorite.

  "It wouldn’t be smart to get in the car with a stranger, wouldit?" He could be the most handsome man in the world, but Cole wasn’t stupid. Or at least,not that stupid.

  "You're right, of course. My name is Byron. Byron Winters.” Byron reached out his hand, but Cole didn’t shake it.

  "The fact that you’ve told me your name doesn’t help much. Youcould be a serial killer in your spare time, as well as a horrible mechanic.” Cole showed his finest smile.

  "Once again, you're right. You’ve never met me, and it wouldn’t be wise getting inside a stranger's car, you saidso yourself. So see you later, and good luck!” Byron waved his hand and started walking towards his own car. Cole couldn’t believe it! Was he going to leave him in the middle of nowhere with abroken car? He forgot all he had thought before. "Yummy Boy" was no Prince Charming, he was more like the bad wolf.

  Byron got into the car and locked it. Was he kidding? Buthe looked serious. Cole looked around, and not seeing anything, he looked back at ex-Prince Charming and saw that he had stopped the car, came out and was looking at him with his arms crossed. And yes, he had that smile on his face. Oh God, Cole was really lost!

  "You were kidding, weren’t you?"

  “Of course! I wouldn’t be much of a Knight if I left you here alone, would I?”

  “You mean, a Prince.” Cole said in a low, raspy voice.

  “What? Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” Byron looked at him with a confused expression in his face.

  “Nothing, nothing!” Cole was feeling embarrassed and he had to calm himself down, before the older man thought he was crazy.

  “Where are you heading?” Byron asked him.

  "I'm going to Chelston for Christmas, but there's a town about fifteen minutes from here, I think I can get a trailer from there to get my car. What do you think?”

  “Come on, I'll give you a lift, it’s the same direction I’m going. I'm going to Chelston, too.”

  ***

  In Mr. Samuel's workshop – at least that’s what Cole thought it was the name of the mechanic – he learned that the part he would need to fix his car would only be available upon order.

  "I'm going to booka room at the motel we saw at the end of the street, I guess. Anyway, I've bothered you enough. Thanks for everything.” He held out his hand to Byron, but this time Byron didn’t shake it.

  "I don’t think it would be a problem if I took another day before arriving at my destination. You may still need my help.” It might not be very clever of Cole to make him believe he was such a damsel in distress who needed help all the time, but then again, he could take advantage of it a little longer.

  “Yes, who knows what could happen?” Cole replied.

  They rented two rooms to spend the night, where they left their luggage, and left after a while, so they could hit the city. Cole desperately needed to find a place to drink.

  “I think I saw a bar at the entrance of the city, what do you think?” Cole asked Byron “It could be fun.”

  “Yes, let's go. First round is on me.” Byron offered.

  The bar was dark and the perfect cliche of what you would see in an episode of True Blood, but the drinks were decent. They asked for two Guiness, and although Cole wasn’t a big beer fan, the company and the weather made him forget its bitter taste. It was hard to tell if Byron was flirting with him or not. Usually, he was very good at guessing, but this time he wasn’t sure, which was very frustrating.

  “Tell me a little bit about yourself.” Byron asked him.

  "Well, I'm a medical student at Harvard, but I'm from here. Not from Chelston, but from where I was heading, before my stupid car stopped halfway. "Oh God, he was babbling! But Byron laughed. Byron didn’t know what this elf-like boy was doing to him, but he felt calm and happy like he hadn’t felt in a long time.

  “Excuse me”. Cole said apologetically. “When I'm nervous, I can’t speak or think correctly.”

  “Are you nervous?” That was strange, Byron thought. "So, Medical Schoolat Harvard?" Are you one of those super smartNerds?”

  “A little.” Cole admitted, whispering. “Well, what about you? What do you do when you're not rescuing helpless boys in the middle of nowhere?”

  “Well, I'm a SEAL.”

  “Seal as in animal seal, or seal like the Marine’s SEAL?” Byron laughed harder, as he had already realized that Cole spoke without thinking and spoke his mind.

  “SEAL as in the Marines.”

  "Wow, you're a hard nut to crack, then?" Cole was even more excited, as if that was possible.

  "Yes. We traina lot, but the effort is worth it. I‘m proud to serve my country.”

  Conversation came easily to them, and by the time they realized it, they had already drunk way too many bottles. Cole felt light-headed and floating, it was the best feeling ever! If he could,he would like stay forever in that moment and forget his responsibilities and dislikes, but sometimes, time was our worst enemy. At the end of two hours that passed quickly, Cole already knew a lot more about Byron's life: he came from a very religious family and had five brothers. All five of them had gone to the police, since aparently, his family was known in Washington as the Vigilante family.

  "So you're the black
sheep, huh? Instead of going to the police, you went to the army?"

  "Yes. You might think it caused a great stir in my family, but I've already been forgiven.” He finished with a crooked smile.

  "Well, I wish ..." He began saying, but then he stopped, when he felt a rush of sadness coming over him him.

  “Tell me!” Byron asked him.

  “It’s nothing."Cole didn’t want to go there, for Byron was old and had settled his issues, but for him, it was a lifetime of rejection. In his case, Cole doubted that he would ever be accepted. Also, he noticed the way Byron talked about his family, his nephews and his sister-in-laws, and he wanted the same for himself: a family, a woman, kids all around, and a dog. In conclusion, either he was a fake heterosexual, a bisexual, or he was simply confused.

  "I'd better take you back to the motel." Byron said, getting up.

  "Could we stay a little longer? What’s the rush?” Cole was happy in that bar, and he never wanted to leave.

  "Come on, I think you're ready to go to bed." Bed? Cole thought. Yes, that was a good idea! He got up quickly, but he was so drunk by then he almost fell.

  “Gosh, who moved the seat? How weird!”

  “Come on, Elf, I'll help you.” Amused, Byron grabbed his arm and guided him through the almost empty streets.

  ***

  When they arrived at the motel, Cole called his father, who wasn’t very happy about his delay, but he didn’t seem to care too much, as usual. If he noticed that he was a little drunk, he didn’t say anything either – everything remained the same in the De Vere world.

  “Have you called your father yet?” Byron asked him.

  “Yes, thank you.” Cole turned to him, who was leaningagainst the doorway of his room. "I don’t know if I'd be safe here alone, but once again, you saved the day.”

  “It was nothing.”

  Cole tilted his head and looked at him intently, analyzing his body language:Byron looked unsure of himself. Coletook a deep breath and decided to take a risk. He got up slowly and approached Byron, as if he was a frightened animal, and raised his hand to touch his chest. If he stepped back, Cole wouldn’t insist. But as Cole's hand touched him, Byron didn’t move, away from him and sighed, letting the air out completely, his face hovering over Cole’s. Byron blinked, licked his lips, and tried to speak, maybe trying to say something that would break the spell they seemed to be under, but he said nothing. The expression on his face made Cole lean his body against his. Byron looked startled and amazed at the same time, as if he'd expected that a long time ago. Slowly, his hand moved upwards, until it reached the back of Byron's neck, and without any effort, he pressed him, so as to lower his head.

  When their lips touched, Cole knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Byron was the man of his life. He was amazed at his reaction. Ever since that episode of his life that he had suffered when he was younger, that he hadn’t felt comfortable touching somebody else, but with Byron, everything seemed natural and right. The kiss, that had begun slowly, became more and more passionate. Both were groaning, as Byron's lips reached Cole's throat, and then came back up to kiss him again. Desperately, Cole reached for him. He wanted to touch him down there, rather than just breathe against him. He wanted to feelByron. Their gazes were locked in each other, afraid of letting the outside world interrupt the magical moment they were living.

  In a hurry, they took their clothes off, no longer able to stop, even if they wanted to – it was no longer possible – and still hugging each other, they went on, without really seeing where they were going, until their legs hit the bed. Cole sat down and Byron knelt in front of him, still kissing and touching each other. His hands ran down Cole's skin, as he found the band of his underwear, and he pulled them down, without stopping to look at his erect cock. Cole lifted his rear off the bed to help him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Byron, wantingto see what his reaction would be.

  Would hestop? Would hecontinue? Byron looked at it, as if he had never seen a penis before, which was fascinating and distressing at the same time. He would have to do something quickly, before Cole did something that would embarrass himself, like ejaculating too soon.

  “Byron?”

  "I've never done this before. I don’t know if I can do it." Byron never took his eyes off him, and Cole could tell that he couldn’t do it with his mouth, but his hungry gaze was much more honest. Being careful so as not to scare the bigger man, Cole put his hand Byron’s face and smiled.

  “I’m here. We're both in it together, just take it easy.”

  Byron licked his lips again, and slowly, he lowered his head until he was close to his prize, and then he buried his face in Cole's groin, his hot breath on his balls, and his nose caressing his groin. Cole fell back from the sheer pleasure he felt at the moment, but then he positioned himself so that he could watch – there was no way he was going to miss this! He wanted to see every lick, every sucking, and maybe even see him swallow. His dark hand surrounded the base of his cock and pulled the tip, putting it closer to his mouth. Fat lips were waiting for his cock, parting to give way to the tip of his rose-colored tongue, which was looking forward to taste him. Cole felt shivers coming up his spine and his legs wouldn’t stop shaking, but it felt so good that he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips:

  “Byron!” Oh God, he loved the way Byron was sucking and caressing his cock, it was perfect. It was too much. His face was twisted with desire, and desperate for more friction, he turned Byron, so as to stay on top of him, and he began exploring the great black body before him. He had a samurai tattoo that filled half his rib cage – a work of art.

  His body was like an amusement park and he had the ability to choose what to do first, so he started kissing his collarbone, reaching his dark nipples, which were already erect. He licked every part of that tattoo, like the samurai was his own lover.

  “Please!” Byron begged him – and he begged so beautifully.

  “Calm down, I'll give you what you need.” And he did. Intoxicated by the moment, Cole lied his body next to Byron’s and looked at him with lustful eyes.

  “I want to be inside you. Now!” Byron’s voice was hoarse and raspy, and Cole felt as if hot liquid was coming down his legs with those words.

  “Yes, please. Do it now.” Cole swallowed, while Byron was gently moving his hand along his leg to the knee and spread it open. Then carefully, as if asking for permission, he touched his entrance, doing it very slowly. Anxious, Cole spread his legs wider to show Byron that he was on the right track and that was what he wanted, more than anything.

  “I think that for my first time, it would be better for me to stay back.” Cole said.

  “Alright, if you think it's better.” Byron agreed, so Cole turned around and looked over his shoulder to see Byron’s reaction. Both moaned simultaneously, when Byron’s forehead rested against Cole’s shoulder, their bodies joined chest to chest, and Byron’s hot and hard member was tightly against Cole’s entrance. Byron pulled Cole's leg up to facilitate penetration, and with slow movements, he penetrated the warm body beneath him.

  “Byron!” Cole groaned at last, as the moment he had finally been hoping for had arrived. “Please, move it inside me!” He ordered with urgence.

  “Shhhh, I will give you what you need.” Byron promised, repeating Cole’s words. Byron bit Cole’s shoulder hard enough to make him cry. He really was losing control. Both were.

  “Is it all right?” Byron whispered in his ear.

  “Yes, please keep going!” Cole begged him. Byron began thrusting himself inside Cole, slowly at first, and then harder and more desperate, as he felt his climax rising and he was growing more and more desperate to reach it.

  “Oh, my God!” Byron shouted, not worrying if his cries were heard by the neighbours. “It’s so good, so good!” He repeated.

  “Byron!” Cole gasped. He could feel his orgasm coming, and he was feeling ready to explode. His head turned from one side to the other and he clenched his teet
h – he wanted to have his orgasm right now. Byron pushed again, his penis tearing Cole apart and trying to penetrate him further, until he finally threw his head back and moaned unwittingly.

  “Aghhh!” Byron groaned, reaching his orgasm.

  “Fuck, Byron. Fuck.” Cole couldn’t even think. It was the best orgasm he'd had in his life! His body felt abused in the best possible way, and soft, while a sense of peace came over him. Byron tried moving away from him, but Cole grabbed him to keep him lying on top of him for just a little longer, before finally falling asleep.

  ***

  Cole woke up with the sun shining on his face, and he turned to the other side. He felt good and he didn’t want to wake up yet. When he moved, his sore body ached in protest. Byron! He remembered suddenly. He got up excitedly and looked around the room, but it was empty.

  “Byron!” He called, even though he was already aware that he was alone. Oh, fuck. He got up slowly, careful as to avoid the pain on his back and went to the bathroom, still hoping to be mistaken about Byron, but it was in vain. Classic. He had the best fuck of his life and then he was abadoned at dawn. A single tear fell down his cheeks. Even though they had shared something unique, it was all in his head. He went around the room to see if he had left a note with a number or even an e-mail, when he noticed the hours on the clock hanging on the dresser.

  “Shit!” It was already late, he had to go get the car quickly and be on his way, or his father would kill him. Literally.

  ***

  A few minutes later, Cole parked an old car that he had borrowed from the workshop, since his own car wasn’t ready yet. He used to park it right next to his brothers large and luxurious vehicles – that is, until his half-sister Anna won an expensive car on her twenty-first birthday and his own car was thrown out of the family’s parking lot for good. It was a family tradition: for his half-sister Kate’s 21st birthday, his father offered her a Lexus, and when it was Anna’s turn, she got an Audi. Faced with such gifts, Cole once said, in his innocence, that he should start thinking about what model he would want for his birthday, but his father's response made him realize that there were going to be no gifts for him.