by J. S. Finley
Clay leaned in and planted a kiss on Thomas’ lips. They both laughed when they separated. He felt alive, hopeful something good would happen. Thomas raked his teeth over his lower lip then shook his head.
“I knew you were hot, but Clay, you are freaking amazing. You suck cock like you knew what you were doing.”
He chuckled, a little uncomfortable with the praise. Usually with women, he was the one saying words of approval. “I’ve never done it before—you know, sucked a guy.”
Thomas leaned his forehead against Clay’s. “It was amazing.”
“Would you suck me?” Clay asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m looking forward to doing it later. Right now, I need to eat. How about a sandwich and we finish the movie. Then we can find something to occupy our time before we head out to go kayaking?”
Clay’s lips turned up as happiness filled him. “Sure.”
After cleaning up a bit, Clay grabbed his underwear and tugged them on. Their gazes met and Thomas gave him a lopsided smile, warming his heart. Thomas had his underwear halfway up when he reached for Clay, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. Clay stepped closer to Thomas at the same time Thomas moved. They bumped knees and were both pitched off balance. Clay pulled away, laughter spilling from his lips.
Thomas’ slow smile spread wide, and he cupped Clay’s chin, his thumb rubbing over his lips.
“I’ve always liked you. There’s always been something about you. From the moment I met you, I knew there was something there, drawing me to you. Back in the Marines, I was afraid of it, now, I’m not so scared.”
Clay wasn’t sure what he felt. He liked kissing the guy, and he liked touching him. Sucking him had been amazing, but his feelings were weird. Thomas was saying he’d had a thing for him since the beginning, but Clay hadn’t suspected it, not once.
He reached for his shorts, pulling them on. His heart twisted at the thought of leaving in a week. Panic swept through him, and he reached for Thomas, clutching his arm.
“I don’t…I don’t want to lose you.”
“Clay, I—” Thomas sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide. He pulled Clay close, hugging him tight. “Shit, Clay, I can’t lose you.”
He didn’t want to think about reality, but they weren’t together, didn’t live in the same town—hell, they didn’t live in the same state. In six days, he’d be packing up and leaving town, and Thomas would still be here in paradise while he went back to hell.
Thomas’ arms were tight, their bodies pressed together. They clung to each other for a long time. Then Thomas stepped back, misery filling his eyes.
“Would you want to stop this now? You know, not be together?”
Clay shook his head. “No, I want you.”
“Good. I was so afraid you were going to call us quits before we ever started.”
“Thomas, I can’t walk away from you. You’re more than some…I don’t know. I’ve never been with a guy before, so I was going to say chick. But you’re more than anyone I’ve ever been with before.”
“I never want to lose your friendship.”
Clay stared into Thomas’ eyes. The step they were taking could devastate them both. But not taking this step would devastate him without a doubt.
“We’re always going to be friends. I swear. I’ll never stop being your friend, Thomas.”
Thomas nodded and looked around, his eyes bouncing from the counter to the table. “I’ve never really brought anyone back here. This is the first time I’ve ever stood in this kitchen and kissed someone.”
Clay chuckled as he leaned in and brushed a kiss over Thomas’ cheek. “Well, you did it big at least. First kiss in this room happened to be with a guy.”
“Not just any guy, but you.”
Clay’s cheeks warmed. “I never knew you felt that way about me.”
Thomas shrugged. “I didn’t really let myself think about it too much.”
“I get that. So I’m starving. What type of sandwich do you want?”
Thomas brushed his lips over Clay’s cheek. “I have turkey in the fridge. Some tomatoes too, along with lettuce and onion if you like.”
“Hey, if you don’t mind kissing onion breath, I might have some.”
Thomas popped him on the ass, his hand lingering long enough to give a gentle squeeze too. “That’s what gum is for.”
Clay spun around. “Wait, what? Did you say cum?”
Thomas threw back his head, laughter bouncing off the walls. Clay stared at Thomas, shaking his head as giggles rose up and spilled out his mouth. Thomas bent at his waist, his hands on his knees as he recovered. He glanced up, his gaze connecting with Clay’s before his laughter started again.
After a few seconds, maybe twenty, he stood and blew out a couple of breaths. “Oh my God, you’re so funny. Gum, I said gum, like chewing gum.” Then Thomas was on him, his body pressed against Clay’s, the laughter gone, seriousness shining in his eyes. “Clay,” he whispered before their lips met.
Clay opened, giving freely to his friend. Thomas’ touches weren’t gentle, this time they were desperate as he clutched Clay tight. The kiss ended but Thomas stayed close, his forehead leaning against Clay’s.
“I need you in my life, Clay Simmons. You’re different than the others. I need you.”
“I’m yours.”
Thomas stepped back but didn’t let go of Clay. It was more difficult to make their sandwiches, but Thomas either had a hand on Clay or was standing so close their shoulders touched. Through the rest of the movie, Thomas sat close enough to touch his leg. After they finished eating, he held Clay’s hand or had his hand on Clay’s leg. Not once did they lose their connection.
It was sweet, and his heart swelled. How had he never known Thomas wanted him? They were perfect together. He stole a glance at one point during the movie, and his throat closed with emotions. Thomas wanted him, and it was worth more than anything he’d ever experienced before.
5
Thomas felt the need to stay physically connected to Clay. The man was beautiful and amazing, perfect for him. They’d been friends forever. Being in a relationship with Clay felt natural. He liked sitting beside Clay. It was like they were meant to be together.
When the movie ended, Clay stood and pulled him up, leading him to the bedroom. They were at the end of his bed, Clay’s fingers running gently over his chest and down to his abs. The air between them heated as his breathing grew more staccato. His hands were shaking because he knew about the condoms in his bathroom under his sink. He wanted to use one right now.
Clay tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he lifted his arms, holding them up so his shirt could be removed. He helped Clay out of his shirt, marveling at how beautiful the man was. He couldn’t explain his desires, not yet. They were too fresh, raw, and full of twisting paths, which were beginning to lead him to crazy conclusions. He had never wanted another man like he wanted Clay. Sure, he’d thought other guys were sexy, but he’d never taken it this far into wanting and needing.
Thomas ran his hands over Clay’s shoulder to his chest, exploring his broad plains. Clay was nearly smooth, though he did have some chest hair. He liked the feel of Clay’s body hair under his fingers. Clay sucked in a breath when Thomas grazed his nipples.
He shivered, wondering how Clay’s nipple would feel on his tongue. His cock grew harder. “When you sucked on my nipples earlier, I thought I was going to come unglued.”
Clay lifted his chin and blinked up at him, his fingers pushing down Thomas’ shorts. “How about when I sucked your cock?”
“Yeah, that was fucking great. My God, it was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“I like how smooth your cock is when you’re hard. It feels good on my tongue.”
Thomas laughed and leaned in, kissing Clay’s cheek and nuzzling his ear. It felt amazing having Clay this close. His body was heating, his mind spinning with thoughts of them being together, their arms and legs wrapped around each other as they made love.
“Guys did used to call us six a bunch of cocksuckers, who knew they were right? Well, partially right.”
Clay chuckled as he leaned in and kissed Thomas’ shoulder. “Me and you.” Clay’s lips slid lower to his clavicle. “Jake and Brent.”
Thomas was close to coming, his body heating more and more. Usually it took a lot to get him to this point. With Clay, it was just so exciting. “Are you going to be fine letting them know about us?”
Clay nodded and leaned back. Their gazes connected, sending sparks of electricity through him. “I think so. Is there any reason to hide it?”
Thomas kept his eyes on Clay as he slowly shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Are you fine with us?”
“Oh yeah. I mean we just kind of became an us, but I’m happy about it. I think it will be a good thing.”
Thomas ran his hands over Clay’s chest and shivered. Anticipation increased as his thoughts slid to having sex with Clay. Exploring Clay’s body was the best sexual experience he’d ever had.
Thomas dipped his hand into Clay’s underwear and found his hard cock. They both sucked in a breath as he ran his hand down the length.
His head swam, and his tongue curled as he contemplated sucking Clay. After a few strokes, Clay pushed him to the bed, and he went willingly.
Clay stripped off his shorts, and Thomas watched, waiting for Clay to join him on the mattress. His muscles were toned, but he had less bulk than when he was in the military. The guy looked good, but Thomas wished he would eat more.
Clay dropped down beside him, and Thomas pushed Clay to his back. He sat up, placing his palm in the center of Clay’s chest. He needed to explore this beautiful man, taking his time getting to know him on a very deep and personal level.
Every touch of his fingers, every breath shared between them, brought them closer together. He found ticklish dips, erotic zones, perfect muscles, and soft skin to kiss. In his head, he already knew he loved Clay, but this easy lovemaking was bringing him closer to being in love with Clay. It wouldn’t take much. He’d been so close to the man for so long, it would take just a few adjustments to his thoughts, a little intimacy, and he’d be sunk, desperate for the man, totally and completely in love.
He kissed a lazy path down Clay’s body. When he got to Clay’s cock, he hesitated, unsure if he would be as skilled as Clay had been.
“You don’t have to.” Clay’s voice drew him up, and their gazes met.
“I want to, and I’m going to, but I’m afraid I won’t be good.”
Clay’s eyes softened, and his lips twisted into a smile. “You’ll do fine. Suck me the way you would want to be sucked.”
He nodded and dropped low, licking up from the root to the tip.
Clay hissed in a breath, and his hands tightened on Thomas’ shoulders. “Oh Thomas, so good.”
Thomas hesitated then looked up. “I’m glad you like.”
“Being with you is incredible.”
Thomas chuckled then held Clay’s cock still and opened his mouth, sucking him in. He went too deep, gagged, and had to pull off.
Thomas sputtered and glanced up. “Damn, I can’t believe I choked. I didn’t mean to.”
Clay cupped his cheeks and smoothed his thumbs over Thomas’ stubble. “Go slow, you don’t have to suck all of me in.”
“I’ll get this.” Thomas was determined to do well. He wanted to give Clay pleasure because the man had given him something he couldn’t even begin to describe. He moved into position and sucked down again, just not going so deep. Clay was long, his cock thick, and Thomas had to wrap his fingers around the base of Clay’s cock or he would go too deep each time.
Clay seemed to be enjoying his action based on his moans and how his fingers twisted in Thomas’ hair. He got a wild idea when Clay spread his legs a little as he whimpered and wiggled underneath him.
Thomas pulled off and Clay started whining, but Thomas wasn’t going to be deterred. He put his finger in his mouth, getting it wet. He met Clay’s gaze as he positioned his wet finger at his puckered opening and pressed. Clay’s eyes went wide then he threw back his head and groaned when Thomas’ finger popped in.
The heat was the first thing he noticed, then it was the tight clench on his finger. He stilled his hand and licked up Clay’s cock, flicking his tongue over the tip. Clay relaxed and blew out a breath. Thomas wiggled his finger, and Clay clenched down again.
“Holy smokes, what the fuck did you do?” Clay cried out.
Thomas lifted up, stilling everything. “Is it bad?”
“No, my God, do it—” Clay gasped when Thomas moved his finger again.
Power filled him, and he licked Clay’s cock as he wiggled his finger. Clay looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin. Thomas wiggled his finger again, drawing a deep moan out of Clay.
“Fuck, gonna—”
Thomas swallowed Clay’s cock, sinking down on him as he came. Thick liquid filled his mouth and sat sour on his tongue. He swallowed, unsure what else to do with Clay’s cum. It was his least favorite part of all of this, but it wasn’t too bad. He would do it again the next time he sucked his man, though he understood why so many women he’d had sex with had pulled off before he came.
He slid his finger from Clay and stilled as Clay gasped. “You okay?” Thomas sat up, staring down at his friend. The man looked absolutely devastated in a good way. He kissed his way up to Clay’s neck and reached down to his own cock, jacking. Clay was still moaning and had a limp-noodle-after-sex look about him.
Thomas moved to Clay’s lips, licking around his mouth before sitting up and stroking himself harder. He bit his lower lip as he thought of sliding his cock into Clay’s heat. The man had felt amazing wrapped around his fingers. He came hard, his seed splashing over Clay’s chest. Again, he felt a rush of power as he stared down at his man, cum sprayed on his chest, his eyes half hooded as he lay still in the warm afterglow of sex.
He’d made Clay look as content as a cat sitting in the sun and limp as a noodle. Pride, or maybe possession, and power filled him. He brushed his nose over the side of Clay’s face before nibbling on his ear.
“How was that?”
Clay moaned. “I need to figure out anal sex. Jake has told me some stuff when we’ve talked, but I need to know more.”
Thomas’ heart sped up. “Why?”
Clay opened his eyes and hit him with a pointed stare. “Because I want your cock in my ass. Your finger felt good, but I need more.”
The smile spreading over his face showed the satisfaction he felt. It was awesome to think he’d brought Clay to the edge, and he wanted more.
“So, what else do you have planned for us today?” Clay asked.
Thomas chuckled. “You ready to get out of here?”
“No, I want to snuggle with you in this bed, maybe hit the hot tub again. I think it would be cool to go kayaking, but really, I just want you.”
Thomas’ heart leapt, and his brain fuzzed. He brushed a kiss over Clay’s lips then dropped to the bed beside him. “I like those plans. We can head out to kayak after the sun dips a little more.”
“Your cum is all over my belly, isn’t it?”
“Yep, though it’s more on your chest. It looks good too.”
Clay laughed and shook his head. “Wow, that’s funny and weird. I’ve never had any guy spray his cum on me.”
“It was amazing watching it splat on your skin.”
Clay chuckled. “This is weird, but awesome. I like being with you.”
“It’s cool being with you. You’re like one of my best friends, and I get to do this with you.”
Depression seeped in, but he didn’t want to voice his fears. Thomas worried about what would happen once Clay went home. He couldn’t live without the man, but he had his business here. His fishing boat was small and probably wouldn’t work up north where the weather was different. He’d built a name with regular working guys, and his business was about half world of mouth at t
his point and growing in the ‘my friend had a friend who has a friend who used you and said it was great’ department. He couldn’t afford to leave and start over again.
Clay rolled away from him, and he reached out, grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?”
“To wash this off.”
“Okay, but come back, I want to hold you.”
“Sure.”
The afternoon was spent holding and touching, kissing and exploring. He’d joined the military young and hadn’t really had a serious girlfriend, so he’d not stayed in bed all day with a lover before. This thing with Clay was exactly what he needed. It was the first time he wanted to hold someone and snuggle in bed with them as the day melted away.
It freaked him out a little that he had someone close enough he could relax with him. When they’d been friends, he enjoyed spending time with Clay, but now everything seemed so much deeper, more fulfilling.
6
Later, after spending some time grinding out another orgasm, they ate a snack then loaded two kayaks into the back of Thomas’ truck and headed to a nearby dock. Being out on the water made him happy. The tide was starting to come in, and they paddled against the current as they made their way out toward the inlet to the ocean. He was exhausted, but Thomas said they’d turn soon and float back.
The sun was still up, though the heat had abated a little. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his chest. Thomas had made him apply more sunscreen, and he was wearing a white T-shirt to protect his shoulders and back. It was weird but nice to have someone who cared about him.
The area was beautiful. Branches dipped into the water, their limbs moving slowly as the tide came in. He saw a couple of dolphins and a manatee. There were hundreds of birds flying about. Thomas told him there were sharks in the water, but not many stayed inland for long since the dolphins usually bullied them out of the area.
They paddled to the far side of the waterway as a boat headed to the docks. The wake was low, but he did have to adjust some as the water pushed him closer to the trees.
The sun had moved past its zenith, casting shadows and turning the water darker where they were paddling. Thick trees lined the bank, hiding what lay behind. Then he saw an opening in the foliage and stopped paddling.