Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
DANNY
I stare at my alarm clock and watch the minutes tick closer to 8:00 p.m. Mike is supposed to call, and my sister’s still on the phone, talking with her friend about the school Valentine's dance. My parents got us our own private line when my sister hit high school and started hogging the phone. Now their phone line is almost always free, but the one she and I share is frequently in use. By her. Ever since Chris left, it hasn’t been too much of an issue. There haven’t been many people who I’ve wanted or needed to speak to on the phone, and long distance phone calls aren’t something Chris or I can afford very often. But now I need her to hang up, and I hope that happens soon. My only other option is to tell her I’m expecting a call, and then she’ll want to know who from. That isn't something I’m ready to share.
The clock flips to 7:59, and I can’t take it anymore. I walk across the hall and knock on her door frame, leaning into her room. “Jen, are you going to be much longer?”
She’s sprawled on her stomach across the bed, her feet kicking in the air as she twirls the phone cord around one finger while pressing the receiver to her ear with the other hand. “Hold on, Lisa.” She frowns at me. “I’m talking to Lisa about Valentine’s Day. Why do you need the phone?”
“I’m expecting a call at eight, and it’s eight now.” I try to keep my voice even.
She sits up, frowning in confusion. “Who’s calling you? You already talked to Chris once this week.”
“Jen, we share the phone line. Normally, I don’t care that you’re always the one using it. But I’m expecting a call, and I need to take it.”
Her eyes get big. “Ooooh, is it a—” She cuts herself off and glances over my shoulder, which makes me look. Thankfully, the hall is empty, and I realize she was censoring her comment in case it wasn’t. When I look back, she’s biting her lip, wincing as she mouths “sorry.” “Lisa, Danny needs the phone for a bit. I’ll call you back when he’s done, and if it’s too late, I’ll just see you in school tomorrow.” There’s a pause while I’m guessing Lisa says something pointless and long-winded back as I watch Jen’s clock tick closer to 8:05. Her eyes go wide, and she glances at me. “Sorry Lis, Danny’s call is coming through. Talk to you later!”
She pulls the receiver from her ear and presses the hang up button quickly, switching over to the incoming call. “Hello?” Jen’s eyes shoot up to mine, and she grins, nodding. “He’s right here. Give him a second to get to his room. I’m his younger sister Jen. What’s your name?”
I fly across the hall, slamming my door shut as I fling myself onto my bed and grab my phone before the mattress stops bouncing. “... friend of Danny’s.”
“Nice to meet you, Mike.” I can hear the glee in my sister’s voice.
“Jen, you can hang up now.”
“Bye.” She laughs, and I hear the click on her end. God, I hope she actually hung up and isn’t eavesdropping. I really need to move out.
I prop pillows against my headboard and lean back, getting comfortable. “Hey. Sorry about that. Jen’s always on the phone, and she didn’t know I was expecting a call.”
“No problemo.” I can hear the laughter in Mike’s voice. “She seems nice.”
“Yeah. She has her moments.” Really, most of the time Jen is great. And she doesn’t think I’m a freak for being gay, which is nice. “It’s good to hear your voice.” I want to tell him I miss him, but that’s a bit much for only having connected with him less than a week ago. I may have been harboring a crush on the guy for the past eight years, but he didn’t know I existed until last Saturday.
“It’s good to hear yours too. Has your week gotten any better?”
I called Mike on Monday evening to tell him I was working Tuesday and Wednesday evenings and wouldn’t be able to talk. By the time we closed the store and I got home, it would be too late to get a call without disrupting the house. And even though I could have called Mike, if my parents heard me talking on the phone, they’d have thrown a fit. So we’d arranged to talk tonight, while my parents were glued to the TV, watching The Cosby Show.
“No, not really. The week leading up to any holiday is usually rough, and for some reason, this one’s been especially bad. It’s like everyone’s on their worst behavior.” I rub my eyes and shake it off. “Ugh. I don’t want to think about it. How’s your week been? Tell me something good.”
“I talked to my sister yesterday.”
The sister in Portland who wants him to move out there. “Oh yeah? How’s she doing?”
Danny chuckles. “Good. She’s still pestering me to move out there.” My stomach drops. Please don’t tell me you’re moving too. Instead, he says something I’m definitely not expecting. “I told her about you.”
My heart starts racing, and I’m grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah? What did you tell her?”
“I told her a bit about how we met, and that we went to high school together but I didn’t remember you.” My smile fades because neither of those things makes me look good. “I told her I really like you. That I love being around you. You always make me feel really good, Danny.”
His words come out in a rush, and all of my embarrassment fades as my heart feels like it’s going to burst. “I really like you too, Mike. So much. And you make me feel really good too. Like I’m not a freak. Or alone. I think about you all the time.” Too much? Yeah, probably. But I can’t seem to help myself.
He chuckles. “Well, if you ever want to move west, my sister says her husband has jobs for both of us.”
This time, my heart hammers in my chest for a very different reason. “Is she serious?”
Mike must hear something in my tone because he drops the teasing. “Yeah. I really think she was. I told you, she’s been pestering me for years to move out to Portland. And I’m really not sure what’s holding me back. Except now… maybe you.”
“Me?” I feel lightheaded, and I’m breathing hard, like I’ve just run up the stairs.
His voice gets soft and sweet. “Yeah, you. You’re amazing. I’ve never clicked so fast with someone before. Or wanted to talk to them all the time, or hang out and watch sports, or whatever. And if I moved out there, we’d probably never see each other again.” His teasing tone returns. “Which is why, when I decide to actually take her up on her offer, you’ll have to come with me.”
I laugh, but I’m deadly serious when I reply. “You just say when, give me an hour, and I’ll have my stuff packed and ready to go. Easy peasy.”
It’s a very quiet few minutes that we sit, both of us lost in our own thoughts, before Mike breaks the silence. “So, can I see you this weekend?”
I don’t hesitate at all. “Yes. I’m not working either day. We can do whatever you want.” Then I remember my Uncle Joe’s birthday party. “Shit. I have a family thing I’m supposed to go to on Saturday. My uncle’s birthday. My whole family is going, and they know I’m off. But it’s only for a few hours during the day.”
“Okay, so how about Saturday night? Or Sunday? Both?” Mike laughs, and relief washes through me.
“Yeah, both works for me.”
“Hey.”
His tone is more serious, and my smile quickly fades. “Yeah?”
“It sounds like your parents aren’t much better than mine about you being gay. So I get it if you need to say we’re only friends. Which we are, I hope.”
It takes me less than a second to agree. “We are. Definitely friends.”
“And maybe more?”
“I’d love to be more.” There’s another lull in the conversation, and I try not to explode with excitement and my overwhelming feelings.
“Good. So if you need to tell them that’s all we are to each other, I’m okay with that. But I’d love to pick you up at your house, if it won’t cause too much trouble. I know you don’t have a car, and I hate that your dad holds that over you.”
My heart melts at how sweet and thoughtful he is. “Thank you. I’d love for you to pick me up.”
“Okay.” I can hear the grin in his voice, and my stomach does a little flip. “Call me when you get home from the party, and I’ll come over and get you. We’ll go grab something to eat and maybe go to a movie, or hell, I don’t even care what we do. Think about it, and you can tell me on Saturday.”
“What if I want to go back to your place?” I have no idea where the nerve to say it comes from, but it’s what I’ve been thinking about ever since our mutual orgasms last weekend.
His voice gets all husky, and it’s easy to imagine that smoldering look in his eyes. “Then we can most definitely do that. I’ve been thinking about Sunday night a lot. How good you felt in my arms. How incredible your body feels against mine.”
It’s not just the words that make me warm all over. It’s the way he says it, with awe and no small amount of lust. And, damn, I really like it. No, I love it. And I want more of it. “Please. I want to do that again with you. That and so much more.”
“God, you’re making me so hard.”
He’s not the only one getting a chubby. “Yeah?” Shit. Am I going to do this with my family home? With my sister in the next room, possibly listening? Hell yeah, I am. “Jen, if you're listening in, hang up now.” Mike chuckles, and I settle into the pillows, shoving my track pants and boxers down around my thighs. “I’m really hard right now, too.” I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke slowly. “I’m jerking off right now, wishing it was your hand wrapped around me.”
“Oh fuck, babe.” There are rustling sounds, and then Mike groans into the phone. It’s filthy, making my muscles clench and my dick twitch. “I want to get my mouth on you. Suck you off until you come down my throat.”
“God, that’s so hot. I love it when you talk dirty.” I stroke myself a little faster, picturing Mike on his knees, his sexy lips wrapped around my hard dick.
“That do it for you, baby? You like dirty talk?” The words come out all breathy, like he’s struggling to speak.
“I guess so.” I tuck the phone between my shoulder and ear and reach down to tug my balls. A groan slips past my lips. “First time someone’s talked dirty to me. But I like it.” I speed up my stroke. “And I like when you call me babe and baby.”
Mike moans, and I can hear his ragged breaths rasping into the receiver. “Baby, tell me what you like. What turns you on?”
I’m right at the edge, where thinking will only hold back my orgasm, but turning off my brain and sinking into the sensations will speed things up. I willfully let thoughts slip away and focus on the tingling at the base of my spine and the building pressure in my balls. “Everything. If it has to do with you.”
“Mmmm. Everything, huh? You wanna feel me inside you, baby? You want me stretching you open? Or do you wanna fuck me? Thrust so hard and deep inside me that I see stars?”
I groan, my hand flying over my cock. “You’d let me top?” God, why is that so hot? Duh. Because watching my cock slide into Mike’s gorgeous ass would be hot as hell.
“Hell yeah. I love sex all different ways. Getting off with hands or mouths, fucking or being fucked. It wouldn’t matter as long as it’s with you.”
My orgasm hits so unexpectedly that my entire body tenses, my head slamming back into the pillows as the receiver drops onto my bed. “Fuck!” I clamp down on the word, gritting my teeth, trying to stay quiet as my muscles spasm, making me shake as my cock erupts and I shoot come across my chest. “Oh god. Fuck!” It feels like my orgasm goes on and on as I continue to stroke myself, wringing out every last bit of energy and come I have in me until I collapse back against the pillows, gasping for air.
I have no idea if it’s seconds or minutes until I can move again, and when I feel around for the receiver, I knock it onto the floor. “Shit.” I grab the cord and haul it back up to me, grabbing for the handset, missing on the first try as my coordination fails. I finally get a grip on the handset and put it back to my ear. “Hey. You still there?”
“Fuuuck. Baby, that was so hot.” He sounds more relaxed, almost stoned. “Listening to you made me come so hard.”
Heat rushes up my chest and neck, and I’m sure my cheeks are bright red, but damn, I like knowing I turned him on. “Yeah? You liked that?”
“I loved it. I want to do it again sometime. But I want to make you come in person first.”
I laugh and grab tissues from the box beside the bed, mopping up my mess. “I’m all for both of those. I wish I could have heard you come tonight.”
There’s squeaking of bedsprings and shuffling noises from his end, and I guess he’s cleaning up too. “I promise you babe. I’ll let you hear, watch, and make me come as many times as you want, whenever you want. I’m at your disposal.”
“A real knight in shining armor.” I grin at the image of Mike, on his motorcycle instead of a horse, with me on the back, riding off into the sunset.
He laughs. “Definitely. At your service.” He yawns loudly, which makes me yawn too. “Aww, babe. You sound tired. I should let you go.”
It’s Mike who is probably tired, although now that I think about it, I’m beginning to feel the pull of sleep. “Orgasms do that.” I pull up my boxers and track pants and sit on the edge of my bed. “I’m glad you called. I wanted to hear your voice.”
“I’m glad I called too. So we’re on for Saturday?”
Damn, it seems so far away even if it’s only the day after tomorrow. “Yeah. Call me tomorrow night, and we’ll finalize plans.”
“Sounds good. Sleep well.”
“Thanks. You too. Night, Mike.”
“Night baby.”