Chapter Twelve
REPARATIONS
or
A Change of Attitude
WE DID MEETthe next night.And the next.And then Puck had to take a break because, between the horsetail butt plug and the pounding I was giving him every day, he was getting sore.
“Kamal saw me wince when he put the plug in, and he questioned me about it.I implied it was only his rough treatment making me sore, but I think he knew there was more to it.He didn’t make me wear it anyway.Which I was very thankful for.”
We had met at the bunkhouse, walked to the lake, and swum out to the dock in the moonlight.The water felt heavenly cool and crisp on my skin after the humidity of the day.We’d goofed around in the water, laughing like eight-year-olds and trying to dunk each other.Finally, we’d climbed onto the platform and now lay on our backs, staring up at the stars.
“When did you first realize you were gay?”Puck asked, reaching down to take my hand and stroke his finger over my skin.
I turned my head to look at him because Puck, naked and wet in the moonlight, was a sight to behold.His pale skin shone in the silver light and the beads of water on his shoulders glistened like promises.
“Oh, I don’t know.Seventh grade, I think?You?”
Puck laughed.“In the womb?No, really, I think I always knew.I was drawn to girls as friends, not sexual partners.”He shuddered.“Yeah, no.”
“Is your family okay with it?”
“Sure.It was like they always knew too.I’m not sure how because I don’t think I’m girly.Doyouthink I’m girly?”He met my gaze and raised the eyebrow with the barbell in it.
“Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with femboys.But you don’t strike me as being one.”
“Hmm.That sounds like a challenge.”
My gaze drifted along his slim, sleekly muscled body.“For what it’s worth, I think you’d rock a plaid skirt and some thigh-highs.”
He laughed.“Fuck.You know I look fabulous in anything I put on.”
“Oh, do I ever,” I said with a smile, twining our fingers together.“Especially the ropes.”
“That was fun.I liked it.”
I grinned.“I could tell.”
Puck met my gaze.“Did you like it?”he asked, grinning because he knew that fucking answer.
“I loved it.So much.”
We gazed at each other until Puck’s smile faded and he turned back to the vista of tiny lights above us.
“I think…I think I want to call Elijah.”
I waited to see if he had more to say.
He continued.“But I really don’t want to call him from the front room or the washroom,” he murmured, glancing at me.
“You want to use my room?I’m sure Adam wouldn’t mind.”
Puck sat up halfway.“Would that be okay?”
“Sure.I’ll let you in and then disappear for a bit.No problem.”
He blinked quickly then brushed at his face with the back of his hand.“Thank you.I’d appreciate that.”He stayed propped on his elbow for a bit, then rolled over and climbed on top of me.He put his hands on either side of my shoulders, supporting himself on the wooden planks.
