Cass
All afternoon,working on the studio, I hadn’t been sure if I had actually seen Shawn out in the woods or not.
Maybe I just thought I saw him because about thirty seconds earlier, with my eyes closed and my fist working my rod, I was picturing him right there at my knees, working my cock with those pretty lips. Maybe I was so into that fantasy I actually hallucinated Shawn standing there.
Maybe I wanted him to be close.
When he came down to help with dinner, though, I was pretty damn sure it had been real. He and I had found an easy way of talking to each other, but all of a sudden, it was like when I first showed up again. Shawn’s hands were flying around nervously, and whenever I tried to catch his eye, he’d turn away with an anxious laugh.
It was cute, and just like when we were young, it made me want to wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight.
And maybe some other things, too, I was beginning to realize.
That’s what I got, anyway, for jerking off in the open like that. The sun had just felt so good on my skin, and after a few weeks of saying Shawn should come back and visit me, he still hadn’t taken me up on it. I got the inclination and figured what the hell? I couldn’t do that kind of thing back in the city, jerking off with all of nature spread out before me, so I might as well do it when I had the chance.
I rummaged around in the fridge for a couple of bottles of beer, then headed toward the side of the house. Shawn was there already, arranging his telescope. With the garage door partially open, there was a dim light cast on him. He was bent over slightly, and his jeans hugged his ass in a way that I didn’t not notice.
Before I said anything, I paused, then looked up at the sky. I had never learned the names of any stars before, but I took a second to find the blue star Vega that he had shown me the other night. Smiling, I nodded, then approached him.
“Seeing anything good?” I asked.
“I’m just getting it lined up,” he answered. “It will take me a couple minutes.”
I twisted the top off my beer. “What were you writing about today?”
“The Andromeda Galaxy,” he answered. “I’d show you that if it were in a good spot right now, but it won’t really be back in our sky for a few months. It’s my favorite thing to look at, actually.”
“A galaxy,” I said.
“Like I showed you the first night,” he said, then paused. “A shit-ton of stars,” he added, and we both laughed.
Shawn stood up, then turned to me with a smile. “Do you want a beer?” I asked.
“Oh, sure,” he answered. He stepped forward to take the bottle from me, and when his body came close, I felt a flush of warmth over my skin.
“No galaxies tonight, then,” I said, and my fingers slid across the cold glass as he took the bottle.
We stood there, and Shawn looked at me with a funny smile. Half of his mouth was turned up, and his one cheek curved toward a dimple. He was holding his gaze to mine but still turning his face down a little, shy.
“You still got some writing done?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” Shawn answered with a deep exhale, then turned back to the telescope. He started to mess with it again, the beer dangling from one hand. “I think I’m finding my pace.”
“That’s good. You’re smart. I’m not surprised.”
He laughed and waved his hand. “I’m not that smart.”
I cocked up my eyebrow. I appreciated that he wasn’t someone who bragged, but I didn’t like him discounting himself, either. “You’re writing a book, and you just finished a graduate degree, Shawn. I think that qualifies as smart.”
“I guess that’s right. I just mean I didn’t do the really hard kinds of astronomy. And the kind I did study, it took everything I had to learn the math that I needed. I made it through, but I wasn’t valedictorian or anything like that.”
“So you’re smart and hardworking?” I clicked my tongue, then wiggled my eyebrows at him.
Shawn laughed. “I guess so.” He nodded up toward the sky. “Want to check something out?”
“Sure,” I said and took a small step closer.
Like the other times he’d shown me what he was up to behind the telescope, Shawn lit up when he started talking. “Do you see that smudge there?” he asked, pointing really carefully. From the way he was glancing between me and the sky, I could tell he was figuring out my perspective. “It’s kind of like a small white blur.”
