“Your daddies love you, Adrian,” I whisper as I slowly and very, very cautiously back away from his bed. “We love you so much, but we’dreallylove it if we didn’t see you until six AM tomorrow morning, okay?”
“Seven,” whispers Jess, who’s leaning against the wall in the hallway, eyeing me with a wry smile. It’s the tired, happy smile of a man who knows damn well he’s soon going to find himself digging into a reserve of energy he had no idea existed.
26
Jessie
IfollowLukedownthe hall. Watching his ass bob up and down as he walks has never been something I’d call a great hardship.
What can I tell you? The guy knows how to fill out a pair of pink scrubs.
I’ve already showered, so I clean my teeth and wash my face. When I’m done I sit on a little stool I bought for this very purpose, and watch Luke take a shower. He uses way too much shampoo.Waytoo much. He always does. Every time I watch him, I’m positive he’s going to get suds in his eyes. He never does though. Or if he does, he hides it because I’ve warned him about it so many times.
He starts with his hair and face then he lathers up the washcloth and scrubs himself down, biceps and delts flexing from the effort, as he moves down to his armpits and chest. He hops on one leg and then the other, sending water droplets flying, as he washes his legs and feet. He sets the washcloth down and washes his dick and balls by hand. He always does it for a little longer when he knows I’m watching. Tonight he raises a hand and swipes it down on the glass shower door, clearing the mist from my view. His dick is hardening, thickening and swelling as I watch. Mine is too. He looks at me as he does it. He’s smiling sweetly, but I recognize the lust in his eyes all too well. He turns around, bracing himself with a hand on the tile, as he reaches back and lathers his crack. Steam has started to fog the glass up again. I can see what he’s doing, but my view is frustratingly blurred. My heart rate is steady but my blood starts pumping harder when I make out the blurred movement of Luke sliding a single soapy finger into his hole.
By the time he gets out, his skin is pink from heat and the over-enthusiastic scrubbing it’s received, and I’m rock solid.
He dries himself off and drops his towel on the floor when he’s done. I sigh heavily and pick it up.
“I was going to get it,” he slurs around a mouthful of toothpaste.
“Oh yeah?” I smile. “That right? Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?”
Usually, I’d nag him a little more about it, but I’m dying for him to get to the bedroom to see what I’ve left out for him. I hang back, waiting for him to find it. I know he’ll like it. He’s insanely supportive and genuinely seems to love everything I’ve ever created. That’s not what I’m excited about. What’s important about this piece is that it’s one I’ve had in my mind for ages. Years, in fact. I’ve tried to capture it many times in the past, but I’ve always crumpled the page and tossed it before showing it to him. I’ve done it now, though. I got there in the end. I finally got it exactly how I wanted it. Exactly how I wanted it not just to look, but how I wanted it to feel.
“Holy shit!” he exclaims. “Are you serious, Jess?” I allow a tiny bubble of pride to rise in my chest as I wait for crazy, over-the-top compliments and unbridled praise. “That’swhat my ass looks like?”
I burst out laughing.Fuckit, I love him.Trust him to notice his ass instead of anything else. Especially when the piece is so important to me.
To us.
It’s a drawing of a beefy blond boy lying on the bed in his childhood bedroom. He’s on his belly and has his laptop open in front of him. He’s wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of athletic shorts and yes, I did spend some extra time making sure I got the spectacular state of his ass just right. It’s rounded and shaded to perfection. A perfect, ripe peach. Untouched at the time, but ready. In the picture, his head is craned back, and his eyes are wide open. Blue like a bright summer sky. Innocent and wise at the same time.
In all the versions I’ve done of this drawing over the years, his eyes are what tripped me up. I couldn’t get them just right. I couldn’t capture the depth I saw in them that day. I couldn’t get them to say the things they said to me all those years back.
Come get me
I’m yours
My mind
My body
All of me
Yours
I was a sad, confused little shit back then. I had no way of knowing that what he gave me that day was everything in life that’s ever been worth having.
“Holy shit!” he says again, louder this time. He sets the drawing down on the side table and walks over to the full length mirror on the wall near our closet. He twists his body around, checking his ass out in the mirror. The muscles in his upper back pleat and a deep ravine forms down his spine. He bends over a little and juts his ass out, giving himself the best possible view of his backside.
I stifle a giggle, and the lusty wave I used to think came from a place of darkness starts swirling around me. I don’t fight it. I welcome it. I know what it is now, and I know what it’s not. It’s part of me. Not all of me, but an important, valuable part.
“Stop being an idiot,” I half smile, half sneer.
“Seriously,that’swhat my ass looks like? Geez, no wonder you can’t keep your dick out of it.”
“Stop talking about dicks in asses, Blue.”
