“You have people now, though, right?” he continued after a moment. “You’ve mentioned Lizzie, and Everett.”
“Yeah. I was lucky. I mean,reallylucky. Someone… someone saved me, the night my uncle tried to kill me. A literal, fucking knight in shining armor showed up and rescued me,” I said dramatically. I knew the story sounded unbelievable. Hell, it was unbelievable to me, and I’d lived it.
“Who… who was he?” Lee asked, his own voice sounding oddly strained.
“No clue. He kinda patched me up, called the cops, and then disappeared. They got me to a hospital. No one seemed to know who he was, and the cops never found out who… um…who he was, either.” I'd started to say “who had killed Ricky” but figured that might be a little too heavy to lay on someone like Lee. I mean, even with all his military experience, I felt sure that Lee’s life had been pretty tame compared to mine. He had no idea what life on the streets was really like, or the things a kid would do for food or money. I didn’t want him to know the things I'd done, or been forced to do, to survive. I’m not sure why his good opinion was so important to me, but it was.
When I thought about Lee’s relative innocence, I was bit jealous. Though somehow, knowing that there were still people in the world who would have a hard time fathoming the depths of human depravity made me feel better. It was nice to know that somewhere in the world there were people who were untouched by horror.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I said, feeling the darkness sink into my bones. “I never really thought the dark could be so… peaceful. Beautiful. It’s almost as if it has… texture. Substance. In the city, it’s never really dark,” I continued. “There’s always light of some kind, and the smells and sounds… I’ve always been big on using all five senses in my art,” I shared. “Even though my it is a visual medium, I try to find ways to visually convey sound, smell, texture.”
“I noticed that about your work,” Lee said. “But if you think this is true dark, I need to take you to somewhere out west. You can’t see the Milky Way here,” Lee said, looking up at the stars.
“I assume you aren’t talking about the candy bar,” I teased. “You mean, like, with a telescope, right?” I asked questioningly.
“No… If you get someplace without a lot of light pollution, you can see the Milky Way with the naked eye,” he answered. “I have some photos in the living room I took when I was visiting some friends in Nevada.”
“Um, I thought those were manipulated images,” I said, glad the darkness hid my burning cheeks. I'd noticed those this morning. “I didn’t think they were real.”
“Nope, no Photoshop. One-hundred percent real. It’s a pretty amazing sight.”
“That would be a cool thing to see,” I agreed softly.
We waited a little bit longer, but the chill had started to sink in, too, so we decided to call it a night. We walked into the darkened house, which Lee made his way through gracefully. Me? I stubbed my toe twice and almost fell over an ottoman in the living room.
“It’s really not fair that I’m taking your room. I can sleep on the couch,” I offered, feeling guilty for kicking him out of his own bed.
“No way, dude,” he answered back. “That couch issupercomfortable. Plus, my moms would kill me if I let a guest sleep on the couch…” he continued, though suddenly he seemed a little nervous.
“Just, um, let me get some pajama pants, and my toothbrush, and I’ll get out of your way,” he said, opening the door to the bedroom.
I set my backpack on the floor of the room, plugged in my phone to charge, then waited as Lee grabbed some clothes and darted into the bathroom.
Thanking the Universe for the darkened house I surreptitiously pressed the heel of my palm against my cock, willing it to stand down. God, that man’s ass was killing me. He’d turned the light on in the bathroom and was rummaging around in one of the drawers for something. He still wore the dark blue Twin Peeks t-shirt he’d worn earlier but he’d changed into some dark wash skinny jeans when we’d gotten to his parents’ house. Those jeans did some amazing things to his ass, and just seeing him lean over to get something out of the drawer in the bathroom had my dick growing hard.
As he popped back out of the bathroom, his arms full of clothes and toiletries, his foot caught on the strap of the backpack I’d carelessly dropped, and time seemed to slow. Lee stumbled, and for a moment I thought he was going to recover, but then his hip seemed to give out and he fell forward… squarely on top of me.
“Shit!” we exclaimed simultaneously as our foreheads cracked together.
11
Lee
“Fuck!Mason, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” I said, as my body came to rest on top of him. When I’d tripped, my fucking hip had locked up at that crucial second, and now I felt like a cartoon character that got hit on the head with a mallet and had little stars and tweetie birds circling my head.
Mason must have been feeling the same, because his hard, lean body lay still under mine. I rested my weight on my elbows as I levered my weight off him, trying to convince my hip to work properly. After giving him a concussion, the least I could do was avoid crushing the life out of him…
He lay beneath me, his dark hair spread around his head like a curly halo, his eyes closed. There was just a bit of dark scruff shadowing across his upper lip and on his chin. God, I really wanted to find out what that scruff would feel like against my lips, my thighs… Our bodies were pressed together from our chests down. I’d managed to avoid kneeing him in the balls, but one of my legs had ended up between his thighs, and as I sat up our groins rubbing together deliciously, despite the pain our heads had caused.
“Mason?” I said louder, beginning to worry because he still hadn’t opened his eyes. I saw his throat work as he swallowed, then saw hiseyes open slowly. He looked a little dazed at first, his eyes wide. I watched with fascination as the gold ring around his pupils expanded and contracted as his eyes adjusted to the light from the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, one hand reaching out to stabilize his neck as my fingers cautiously began checking his forehead for damage.
“Um, yeah, I think so,” he said, his eyes finally seeming to focus on my lips for a moment. His own lips parted and his tongue darted out to moisten them, a deep blush starting on his cheeks.
“Are you sure? No dizziness, or nausea, or…” I stopped as I leaned forward to get a better look at his forehead, trying to make sure there hadn’t been any major damage. As I moved, I felt him gasp, his breath hitting my neck as I leaned forward. I froze, afraid I’d hurt him somehow, then realized with a start that it hadn’t been a gasp of pain, but of pleasure. Our bodies were still pressed against each other, only now we were both sporting erections that rubbed enticingly as we moved.
“No…” he said, his voice a bit breathy. “Nothing like that,” he finished, his eyes meeting mine, his blush getting even darker. I was fascinated by that blush. I really wanted to see how far down his body it would go. My own face heated as I moved, realizing this situation was probably freaking him out.
