Harper couldn’t stop staring at his old classmate’s dick, so perfectly shaped, so silken and smooth, so veiny and tender as the waistband trickled down until his gently furred balls emerged, thick and aching to be relieved.“I mean, you said we’d talk about it after you sucked me off, so...”
“Harp, I would have said anything to have your cock in my mouth!”
Harper chuckled, half-flattered, half-teasing.“Well, good.Let’s see what you’ll say to haveyourcock inmymouth, Banks.”
“God, you are one teasing motherfucker, you know that, Harp?”
“I’m not, actually.”Harper grunted, doing a little bit of gymnastics to tug his grumpy roommate’s boxer shorts down his lean, athletic legs and off, one slim ankle at a time.“I’m different with you, Banks.Different than I’ve ever been with anyone else.Different, even, than I’ve ever been with my own self.I can’t describe it.”
“You don’t have to, Harp,” Banks said, body shifting gently as Harper knelt between his legs.“I ...I feel the same way you do.”
Harper scoffed.“You’re just saying that so I’ll blow you, Banks.”
Banks reached out, big hands cuffing him by the shoulders.“Don’t say that, Harper.Don’t ever say that.I’d never lie to you, never.If I tell you I feel a way, I feel that way.Don’t cheapen what this is just because I want to get off.”
Harper nodded, thrilled by the passion in his lover’s voice, to say nothing of the strength in his vicelike grip.“You really mean that?”
“I’m lost, Harper,” Banks gushed, as if unable to control himself.“You’ve upended my whole life.Turned everything upside down.I was one person until I saw you there yesterday, alone in the bleachers, and now I’m someone else.I don’t know who I am without you anymore, and I’m afraid because ...because...”
Harper smiled.Heart pounding, blood rushing past his ears, body sweaty and cock limp, he smiled.Banks frowned.“Why are you grinning like that?I’m pouring out my heart to you and you’re ...you’re...”
“Because, Banks.”Harper placed a hand on each knee, feeling his lover’s skin, warm and wet beneath his outstretched palms.“As long as I’ve known you, or thought I’ve known you, I didn’t know you even couldfeelfear.”
“I never did, before.Now?It’s all I feel.”
Harper ran his hands higher up his lover’s thighs, watching Banks’s balls twitch the higher they rose.“What could you possibly be afraid of, Banks?”
“This is my first time, too, remember?What if I screw it up and you end up hating me forever?”
Harper laughed, squeezing both thighs in the process.“Hate you?I could never hate the man who’s made me come twice in the same day!”
Banks shook his head, as if that wasn’t quite enough.“I want to be more than just the guy who does sexy things to you, Harper.”
“You already are, Banks.Jesus, can’t you see that?I’m here, in your bed, naked and the only thing it feels is right.Even if you dumped me tomorrow, Banks, you’d still have given me the best gift I could have asked for.”
“What’s that?”
“Freedom, Banks,” Harper insisted.“The freedom to be myself.To trust myself with another man.To let myself indulge in something other than fear and shame and self-loathing.That’s more important to me than you’ll ever know.”
Banks nodded, wriggling under Harper’s gentle, teasing touch.“You ...you’re important to me too, Harper.All of this...”Banks waved his strong, sinewy arms, shaking the bed beneath them as Harper used the moment to slither both legs beneath his lover’s damp, sticky thighs.“Is important to me, too.No matter what happens, I want you to know that.”
“I’d know it more,” Harper murmured, thighs beneath Banks’s and hands over the top of them.“If you told me about your Mystery Man.”
“Jesus, persistent much?”All the same, Banks lay back against the pillows, wriggling until his thighs sank atop Harper’s own.“And he wasn’t a man, by any means.I mean, he was legal, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not into some daddy kink, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I mean, for a minute there,” Harper teased, gently inching closer until his sticky, sweaty sack was almost touching his bedmate’s.“But do tell.”He thought he’d be jealous, listening to Banks talk about another man but suddenly?He was all ears.
“He was the busboy.At Burger Barn, I mean.Liked to think of himself as a bad boy.He was on work release, staying at a halfway house while on probation for boosting his neighbor’s car.”
“Jesus, Banks,” Harper murmured, wriggling closer and drifting his hands higher up those long, sinewy thighs.“Did he have a name?”
“Spike, of all things.”
“I call bullshit,” Harper muffed, pinching his lover’s right thigh for emphasis.“This sounds like the plot of some gay porn video you’ve memorized from SpunkHub or something.”
“I didn’t think it was real, either.And he certainly didn’t look like a Spike.”
“No?”Harper was suddenly curious as to what, exactly, his former competition looked like.
