“Did you make it happen?”
“I am led to believe it happens every day, but what do I know? I’m only a baker, so I can't take credit for the sunset.”
“You are so much more, David.” I wanted to tell him he was everything, but the words were stuck in my throat, and I knew it would make him run for the hills in the far distance.
I knew all this was very new to David. He seemed comfortable in his own skin when he was around me, and I’d only caught him checking his surroundings a couple of times today. Not that we had displayed any kind of affection in public, but I wondered if, in his mind, he was worried that people might guess we were together by looking at us.
Part of me wanted to tell him no, people wouldn’t guess. We were just two friends on holiday together.
The other part, the one that held hope for something more, whatever it may be, wanted him to wonder if people thought we were a couple. I wanted him to consider that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if people knew.
Fuck, I was a selfish bastard. When I told my parents I was gay, they didn’t bat an eyelid. Not only that, but they also accepted my best friend and made him part of our family. David’s experience was the complete opposite of mine, and he hadn’t even come out to his family yet.
My earlier state of relaxation leaning against David gave way to tension, and I felt that I was going to be sick. I should just take a breath and appreciate this moment for what it was, nothing more, and manage my expectations.
There was a strong possibility that David might never come out to his family, and our time together would be forgotten in the past a few years from now, not to be repeated or shared with anyone else.
I let out an “oomph” when my back hit the ground as David maneuvered me at super speed so I was lying on the ground and he was straddling me.
“Stop it,” he said, lowering himself, so we were face-to-face. “I could hear your brain working overtime. What’s up?” He ran his hands over my face, moving my hair away from my forehead and then caressing down my cheeks.
“Oh, nothing... nothing important,” I said, looking up at the sky and noticing it was still very light despite the darkness below the line of the horizon.
“If you don’t come out of your head, I’m going to make you.”
“Oh, yeah? And how do you propose to do that?” I asked, running my hands down his firm, broad chest and letting them rest on his waist.
“Like this,” he said, stealing a too-short kiss from my eager mouth. “Like this,” he said, licking a path from my ear down to my collarbone.
“Fuck.”
“Like this”—he pulled my T-shirt up and teased one of my nipples into a hard peak—“and this,” he finished as he then moved to the other.
“Jesus, fuck, that feels amazing, David.” I could feel my need for him unfurling, and there was only one way this could end.
“Oh, yeah?” What he said next caused my already erratic breathing to come to a halt. “Joel, I’d like to taste you, if that’s okay.”
It was possible I died since my heart rate had just increased tenfold. We’d been in the same position only this morning, but somehow, it felt that we’d also come so far, and I had no doubt from the look in his eyes this time it was going to happen.
“Um... okay,” I said, trying to keep my lust at bay for a second. “David, you don’t have to, you know? I won’t mind.”
“I want to, Joel. I really want to.”
I placed my hand on his face and held it for a moment, trying to read him. I saw nothing but desire in them, so I nodded.
David scooted lower down my body and brought his mouth back to my chest. He made his way toward the button of my shorts so slowly I thought I was going to expire from need. Without stopping the teasing sucks and licks on my skin, he opened the button of my fly and lowered the zipper.
When he palmed my erection through my boxer shorts, I involuntarily raised my hips to increase the pressure. I could see a small patch where I was now leaking. David took a sharp intake of breath like he was surprised to see my body’s reaction to what he was doing, then licked the patch while stroking me over the boxer shorts.
“Fuck, David. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
He chuckled but didn’t give me an answer because he was too busy getting rid of my clothing to release my aching cock. I felt a chill the moment I was exposed, reminding me we were out in the open. I really hoped we couldn’t be seen from the road, although no cars had passed in all the time we’d been here.
David gave my cock a tentative stroke like he was trying it out for size. Fortunately for me, he must have found that it fit because he carried on doing it, applying the slightest bit of pressure and twisting his wrist as he motioned up and down.
“Mhmm.” My moan turned into a cry when David replaced his hand with his mouth, and my body felt like it was going to spontaneously combust. I couldn’t even look at him because I knew it would be too much. There was no finesse in it. David was exploring and trying, and I had willingly volunteered to be his subject.
Words were stuck in my throat. “Oh fuck, yes, David, oh God.”
