Austin nodded, holding his breath, and then, all at once the joke went out of Clay’s voice.
“All this time,” he said, sighing as he cupped Austin’s ribs, then curled both of his hands beneath Austin’s balls as reverently as though holding jewels. “You’ve been hiding this beautiful, beautiful body from me.”
The words, like some kind of spell as they accompanied the gentle stroking of Clay’s fingers, pushed Austin’s cock to more hardness, and then more. And more until his cock was standing against his belly, familiar and strange all at once.
“I don’t suppose,” said Clay in a conversational tone as he bent to kiss the head of Austin’s cock, inhaling Austin’s scent before straightening up. “Don’t suppose you’d like to fuck me with this one day.”
To emphasize what, exactly, Austin might want to fuck, Clay let go of Austin and turned, brushing his white, dimpled ass against Austin’s thigh. Which was when Austin’s body, having perhaps decided that enough buildup was enough, tightened up, his belly dipping as his balls tightened, and he came in short, white streams over Clay’s hip.
“Shit.” Austin did his best to clench the base of his cock, but it was too late, he’d wasted his first time with Clay.
But Clay, being Clay, laughed low and pulled his shirt up to wipe his hip, then he pulled Austin on top of him. Their limbs tangled together as Austin’s body thrummed slower and slower as he breathed to calmness in Clay’s arms.
“My ass was just so beautiful you couldn’t help yourself, right?” asked Clay, kissing Austin’s ear.
“That’s for certain,” said Austin, the words jerky and hard to say.
“Well, that has to be about the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.” Clay swept the hair back from Austin’s damp forehead. “What do you say we wait a little bit an’ then have another go.”
“It might be more than a bit for me.” Austin took a breath. “But if you’re willing to wait—”
“I am willing to wait forever,” said Clay, stoutly. “You’ve got a great mouth, I tell you what. And you smell good. All over.And, I’ll have you know.”
Austin looked up as Clay paused.
“You, my friend, my dear Austin,” said Clay, his eyes steady as he looked down at Austin. “You have the prettiest penis I’ve ever seen. Next to mine, of course.” Clay nodded, as though pronouncing a well-known truth.
“Really?”
“An’ I bet you taste good, too.” Clay kissed the top of Austin’s head. “Can’t wait, nope, cannot wait.”
Settling into each other’s arms on the couch, a slight skim of sweat drying on their skins, Austin could relax now that the hard part was over. And it hadn’t even been that difficult, not with Clay gently guiding him through it, being there, being Clay, every step of the way.
Then, in a short while, they fooled around a little more, kissing and groping each other like teenagers, then hot and sweaty, moved to the shower. There, Clay, in the stream of water, went on his knees and sucked Austin’s cock until he came in hard pulses that felt like they were pulling his spine hard all the way to the front of him.
Watching Clay, still on his knees, blink against the water as he licked his lower lip was enough to make Austin’s knees buckle and to wish somehow that they could do this always.
“Can I spend the night?” asked Clay as he stood up and turned off the shower.
“Sure,” said Austin. He reached for a towel and satisfied himself with buffing Clay all over with it before he dried himself off, blushing as Clay watched. “But you’ll have to leave early before Bea comes home.”
“Can do,” said Clay, strutting out of the bathroom naked as the day he was born, his feet making squeaking noises on the wooden floor as he went, his bottom bright and shiny with dampness. “C’mon,” he called. “Time for bed. Time for more fooling around.”
The breeze coming in the open window stirred the curtains, bright against the deepening night outside. Clay clambered into bed as Austin flicked off the light. Clay patted the spot beside him, which Austin went to as fast as he could, eager, now, to hold Clay in his arms and to be soothed by Clay’s presence in the dark.
When they were settled together, each holding the other, Austin opened his mouth to say something, only he yawned. And then Clay yawned. After which a gentle silence fell, shifted only by the sound of leaves moving against leaves, of the wind on the hillside grasses.
When the sun hit Austin’s eyes the next morning, he heard the front door slam and pulled the bedsheet over them both, reflexively, for the bedroom door was wide open. Bea’s footsteps could be heard, the clunk of her backpack as she dropped it on the floor. A pause. A shuffle as Bea took off her cowboy boots while she, no doubt, took in the litter of jeans and shirts and underwear and cowboy boots all around the living room.
“Good morning, I’m home,” called Bea. “Did you guys have a sleepover, too, Dad?”
“Yes,” said Austin, weakly. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes, Clay and I had a sleepover, but he needs to go to work now so could you go to your room while we get dressed?”
“Fine.” Bea’s stomping footsteps could be heard, followed by a door closing.
Knowing that the coast was clear, though for how long was unknown, Austin shooed Clay out of his bed. Together the two of them hustled into their clothes, and were only without their socks and boots by the time Bea determined she’d had enough of being in her bedroom when more exciting things were happening elsewhere.
“Can we go to breakfast now?” she asked, her hands on her hips as she looked at them. “And could somebody help me braid my hair? Mrs. Mitchell had so many little girls over, I didn’t want to ask her.”
