“Well, when then?”
“Harper, this ...this is all new to me, too.You get that, right?”Banks struggled to catch his breath.“I don’t go around giving rando pretty boys happy endings in the back of theaters all the time, okay?”
“You could have fooled me,” Harper murmured, still gooey from the way Banks had made him feel in the back of that darkened theater, legs wobbly like jelly and belly still fluttering.
There was a bench along the way, big and rustic beneath a softly glowing streetlamp whose light waxed and waned with the gently trilling branches of a nearby oak tree.Banks pulled him down onto it, roughly, Harper enjoying the way the old high school jock occasionally flexed his literal muscles and tossed Harper around like a teddy bear.“Sure, I mean, I’ve made tons of girls happy.”
Harper teased.“You know guys and girls are different, right?”
Banks smirked.“I do now, Harper.”
“No, I mean...”
“Listen, Harp, I may be a guy virgin but back in school I made it my mission to please every chick I slept with.”
“Gee, Banks, overcompensate much?”
Banks shrugged, broad shoulders in the picturesque atmosphere.“I guess, sure.But it was my way of ensuring nobody ever thought twice about whether I was gay or straight, you know?”
“Kind of like down low insurance,” Harper offered cynically.
“Something like that, sure.”
“Still, Banks, girls and boys...”
“I know they’re different, silly.Obviously.But the principle is the same.”
“It simply can’t be,” Harper huffed, the thought of Banks and all those hot high school chicks making him insanely, if utterly irrationally, jealous.
Banks was still leaning back casually on the bench, arms spread wide, biceps casually bulging, sinewy arms clinging to the back of the seat.“Look, Harper, have you ever even been with a girl?”
“No, but still...”
“So, why are you bugging about it then?”
“Because there’s no way you could ever make someone else feel the way you made me feel back there, Banks.Especially someone, you know?Without a dick?I refuse to believe it’s possible.”
Banks chuckled.“I mean, thank you, but ...sex is really about listening.Watching.Noticing.Observing.Paying attention to the details.Following the leader, you know?”
Harper thought of the way Banks had pleasured him in the back of that empty theater, his slow, rhythmic strokes, the nibbles on his earlobe, the smothering kisses, the wet, slick attention he’d paid with those expert fingers of his, shivering pleasantly at the recollection.“I wish I did, Banks.Maybe ...maybe you can help teach me?”
Banks cocked his head gently.Teasingly.“Teach you about girls?”
Harper shoved him playfully.“No, silly, about pleasing you.”
“I’m trying to tell you that I already ...wait, have you...You’ve been with a guy before, right?”
Harper bit his lower lip, glanced around and made an iffy face.“I mean, technically?Yes?”
Banks gave him a knowing smirk.“Then why so many question marks, Harp?”
Harper shivered at the thought.“Because that felt dirty.Before.With him.With you?I felt ...happy.Free.It felt right.”
“For me too, Harp.But dirty?What was dirty?”
“Nothing bad,” Harp explained quickly, seeing the defensiveness in Banks’s posture and hearing it in his lover’s voice.“Just, quick.Sneaky.Lowdown, that kind of dirty.”
Banks leaned back on the bench, crossed one leg over the other, wrapped his palms around his knees, gently clasped his fingers and leaned forward eagerly.“Do tell, Hot Pants!”
