Chapter 16
Louis
18 years
“Where are we going?”
“No idea. Where do you want to go?” We’re sitting in my new car and for the first time I’m driving it without Papa or Paps by my side. I might be a little nervous, but only a teeny-tiny... okay, I’m scared shitless, but no one needs to know that. I’ve driven Papa’s car many times before, even on my own, but the VW Polo is brand new, teal-colored, and I love it. Not as much as David and my family, but quite a lot.
The original plan was to get it for my eighteenth birthday, but that didn’t work out. The paint job is custom, so the deliverytimes were much longer. But it was worth the wait, and it looks incredibly sharp with the black aluminum rims. “Then I’ll drive up to our bench.”
“Need me to get out and push?” David laughs, but I don’t miss his dig at my defensive driving.
“No, thanks. I want to enjoy the view.”
“You know every pothole on this road by name, we’ve been up here so many times. You haven’t cared for the view for a long time.” He might have a point. But the fact that he even says it out loud is crazy for David. I’m usually the one with the snarky comments.
I look over at the passenger side and David looks at me, a soft smile on his lips, almost a little sheepish, his eyes shining green and gold in the setting sun.
“I love you.” I can’t help it, I need to tell him.
“I love you too.” His left hand, which has been resting on my thigh the whole time, squeezes once.
I have no idea how many times we’ve sat up here. At first, we rode our bikes, which was really exhausting. When David finally turned eighteen and got his driver’s license, and like every rich kid, a car, it became easier, and we came here even more often. In almost any weather – rain, snow, sunshine, icy cold or scorching heat.
Today it’s nice, dry, T-shirt weather, the first warmer day. We both have sweaters with us; we’ll need them when the sun goes down. It won’t be long, but right now the rays feel great as we get out of the car.
In no time, David is lying on the bench, his legs curled up and his head in my lap. My fingers comb through his thick hair, massaging his scalp, and this little wrinkle between his eyebrows evens out, showing me that he’s relaxing more andmore. Maybe it’s also because we are steadily disappearing into the darkness.
In the daytime, our favorite spot is neither secluded nor lonely. It’s located slightly above a hiking trail, near a children’s playground. On a Saturday morning, the parking lot is full, many hiking tours to popular viewpoints start here.
You might wonder why we keep coming back, but the answer is simple. As soon as the sun goes down, there is no one around and the view is unbeatable.
During the day, you see the usual: vineyards, the Rhine valley, the Vosges mountains, and on a clear day, you can see as far as Strasbourg Cathedral. After sunset, it’s pitch-black night. No streetlights break the magic of the darkness, only the moon and the stars on a clear night. If you want to see light, you have to look into the distance. Our city glows before us, the city center, the suburbs—those who know their way around can name every speck of light. In the distance, significantly brighter and more dominant in the darkness, the lights of Strasbourg. In between a few bright islands, some villages.
Silence is surrounding us. The forest behind and the vines in front of us swallow the noise of the city, rustling in their own rhythm. I can hear David breathe deep and steadily and I lean in and kiss his forehead.
“More.” I smile. It’s kind of our code word by now. David’s code word for:“Do whatever you want with me. I don’t give a fuck, as long as you don’t stop.”I capture his lips, and he moans softly at my touch. After a short while he pushes me back and sits up pulling me onto his lap. This quickly heats us up, and for a long time we don’t even notice how frozen we actually are.
“Come.” We stumble to my car, our legs stiff from the cold, but we laugh at our clumsiness, holding each other, David’sarm around my shoulders, mine around his waist.
What’s so normal for others is only possible for us in the dark. Or at my home, although the house that I usually love so much and that I associate with so much love and warmth, feels like a prison to at times. Our prison.
I know we have no other choice, and I know I have to accept this prison if I want to be with David. That was clear from the start, I knew what I was getting myself into, but it’s getting harder and harder. I don’t want to kiss him in the dark and be his buddy in the light of day. I want to love him, twenty-four hours a day. I swallow my sadness, my frustration, my dreams, whatever they are, press David against the passenger door, and pull his head down to me for a long, passionate kiss. I press my crotch firmly against his rubbing the thick bulge in his pants.
“Get in, pants down,” I gasp pushing him aside to open his door. Obedient as always, his jeans slide down to free his cock, then he falls into the car. I do the same on my side.
“Shall we take the V-card of my car?” I reach for him, and with two strokes, he’s standing upright and my boyfriend lets out the sweetest, soft noise in confirmation.
“Me too.” David reaches over and wraps his hand around my length.
“Not a single drop on the seats, you know what you have to do.” David nods quickly.
While my boyfriend starts out tender and gentle as usual, his restraint quickly disappears as his breathing becomes rougher and his moans louder, and I let my head fall back to enjoy it. I listen to his desire growing as I bring him closer and closer to his climax.
I know him well enough, he doesn’t need to say anything, I feel his cock swelling in my hand and lean forward just intime to catch his load with my mouth, as David manages to close his lips around my shaft a minute later. Oh fuck, I love it when his tongue plays with my frenulum, not letting me down from my high.
When David looks over at me, I see in his eyes what he’s thinking, and he sees in mine that I feel the same way. Neither of us wants the night to end. Not here, not yet. “I’m sorry, Lou, I mean it.”
