Nate
It's Friday at noon, and I sit at my makeshift desk, planning and going over my budget.
On Sunday, after I hung out with Carter, I met Mel at Jersey City to go over our upcoming schedule.
She gave me the news that we have a wedding today and a wedding on Sunday.
I was thrilled when she told me this, but I am still living too close to the edge of poverty.
As dramatic as it sounds, I need to earn more money quickly.
I'm already over budget this month, and with only a few small gigs coming up, there's no way I'm making rent. It's honestly pathetic, considering how cheap my rent is. Looks like I'll be surviving on ramen noodles and Carter's cooking for the foreseeable future.
After a few minutes of wallowing in self-pity, my phone pings. I glance over and see a text from Carter: Hi, cutie. This makes me smile and pulls me quickly out of my misery.
I reply with a message, Why, look who it is.
I watched the first quarter of Carter's game last night and can only guess that he's in a great mood.
He kicked ass last night, even with such limited playing time.
That spin move into the end zone? Actually, it was incredible.
I couldn't help but stare at his butt jiggle when he jumped up to celebrate.
How are you? Excited to see me and play? Messages Carter with a winking face emoji.
Unless I'm an idiot, he definitely is referring to when we fucked each other's hands.
If that's the reference, then I am 100 percent ready to go again.
When we last met up, I mentioned only touching mainly because I didn't want to move too quickly.
I also wanted to see how I felt after we fooled around.
Obviously, I convinced myself that I might not like the experience.
I snap out of my little daydream, which was a full-blown fantasy about Carter naked, and grab my phone. I type out, You know I'm down for some fun.
Then I pause, smile, and add: Who knows, maybe I'll use my mouth this time. If you're lucky. Before sending the message, I add a smirking emoji, which I hope will get Carter going.
With little hesitation, Carter messages, I am holding you to that! Excited to see you!
We keep texting for another hour, talking about my 6 p.m. event tonight, how I'm a few chapters into the last Harry Potter book, and our fantasy football plans.
I tell him it'd be hilarious if I end up drafting him for my fantasy team, though, no offense, I'm not taking him any earlier than the fourth round. Gotta keep it realistic.
After talking to Carter, I get my shit together for tonight's event and begin my lovely trek to Mel's place.
It's 3:30 in the afternoon, so work is ending soon for commuters, and the crowds start to grow.
The game plan is to meet up with Mel for twenty minutes and go over our playlist one last time.
The bride and groom sent us a list of rock songs, which I definitely vibe with.
I sit on Mel's couch and listen to her talk about the many songs we will be singing. All I think about, though, is my money issues and how much I want to ask her about future events. In a perfect world, we would have events lined up five nights a week rather than the current two weekend nights we’ve been getting.
After chatting for half an hour with Mel, we call our Uber, which takes us to a large wedding venue on the Upper West Side. This venue is massive, which makes it even more surprising they hired just a two-person band. I'm not complaining; the pay is solid. We have a lot to live up to.
We play a few Green Day and Journey songs, which pump up the guests and, in turn, pump me up.
We begin about an hour before the speeches start.
To my surprise, the speeches and dinner drag on for a full two hours.
I still can't believe these people are paying Mel and me to sit here and watch a million speeches.
The event ends at 10 p.m. on the dot, just as expected. What I don't expect is how awake I feel. I think to myself, Am I really about to text Carter and see if he wants to chill?
I don't even hesitate, and I text Carter, Hi, random, but are you free? Want to hang out for a little?
After a few seconds, a ping hits my phone, and I read the message, I'm sitting here staring into nothing, get your ass over here.
I let out a soft giggle, and Mel catches it. She looks at me with a knowing grin. "I'm guessing we're taking different Ubers?"
I nod, grinning. "Yep. I'm heading to Carter's for some after-party fun."
Mel smirks and shakes her head as she heads out the door toward her Uber.
A few minutes after I send Mel off, I jump into my own Uber and head over to Carter's apartment.
After what feels like an eternity, I arrive at Carter's place, but he's not at the entrance.
Just as I'm about to call him, my phone buzzes with a text: When you get here, come straight up to my place.
If you forgot the apartment number, it's 303.
I glance up at the elevator and smile, then head inside, making my way to Carter's.
As I reach his door, it swings open; there he is, wearing nothing but these cute red boxer briefs that hug his junk perfectly.
I love that we've only properly hung out once, and he's already this comfortable around me.
He pulls me inside and immediately plants a wet kiss on my lips.
I melt into it, kissing him back with such need.
Carter gazes into my eyes with such hunger in his stare. "It's late," he murmurs. "Wanna head into my room?"
I meet his eyes and nod without hesitation. We rush into his room, and the second the door closes, we're on each other, kissing hard, fast, and desperate.
I start stripping, ripping off everything except my underwear, matching Carter. When we're both standing there in nothing but briefs, I glance at him with a smirk and say, "So…you gonna take off your underwear or what?"
Carter looks at me with a grin and says, "I'd prefer if you did it for me."
Without a word, I step toward him and hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, sliding them down slowly. His briefs hit the floor, and his erection stands tall, demanding much-needed attention. I stand there, taking it all in.
I drop to my knees, bringing my face closer to his dick. I start with a slow lick across the tip, tasting him, and immediately, Carter lets out an impatient moan.
I wrap my lips around just the head, my hand gripping the base as I give him a slow, teasing pull. The combination of my mouth and hand makes his body twitch with pleasure, and I can feel the tension building with every subtle stroke.
I keep up the same rhythm, moving faster now, my lips working the head while my hand strokes his length in sync. After a few minutes, I catch a glimmer of Carter's eyes, a flash of urgency that tells me he's close.
He looks down, breathing heavily. "I can't hold it much longer," he warns.
He starts to pull back, reaching to finish himself off, but I grab his hips and pull him closer, refusing to let go. I continue jerking him while my mouth locked around the tip, sucking with deep concentration.
Seconds later, I feel quick squirts of his warm, salty release burst into my mouth. I swallow quickly and then rise without hesitation and press a kiss on his lips.
Carter flashes me a hungry smile. "My turn," he says with lust in his eyes.
"This won't take long, trust me." I flirtatiously say.
Immediately after, Carter gives me a playful push onto his bed. With a quick tug, he pulls my underwear off and drops them to the floor. Without hesitation, he leans in and begins circling my balls with the tip of his tongue.
As his tongue toys with my balls, he wraps his hand around my cock and starts stroking it with slow, deliberate movements. Every stroke sends a jolt through me, bringing me closer to the edge as if I could explode at any second.
I pull his hand away from my dick and stop him quickly before I come all over his face. "That was close," I say.
"Let me use my mouth," Carter grunts.
"Well, aren't you naughty," I jokingly say.
Carter wraps his lips around me and starts sucking with a determined pace like he's on a mission to make me come in five seconds.
The pressure builds too fast; I grip the bed, muscles tensing as I fight to hold on for a second longer.
"Fuck, Carter," I groan, but he doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up, with his eyes locked onto mine, knowing exactly what he's doing.
My hips jerk forward, and then it hits me hard. My body shudders as my orgasm runs through me. Carter takes every drop, not flinching.
We lie on his bed with clear satisfaction, both with smiles on our faces. Carter gets up to grab me an extra toothbrush and a pair of pajamas, and we both brush the salty taste from our mouths.
After we brush, Carter looks at me and says, "You should stay over. It's almost midnight, and it could get dangerous walking alone at night."
Before I can reply, he lets out, "You can sleep in one of the guest rooms."
"Oh Yeah, I forgot you have two guest rooms. Must be nice." I say with a grin.
We both agree that it would make sense to sleep separately since we have only been talking for a few weeks. We get into our pajamas and jump into his bed, both still grinning like idiots. As I crawl under the covers next to him, lying on my back, he looks at me with confusion.
"What are you doing," He says.
"I am getting comfortable in your bed. We talked about sleeping separately. We did not discuss hanging in your head, though."
"You're ridiculous," He says.
"Don't worry, I'm here only for cuddles and your comfortable blanket," I say.
"Fine," says Carter. "But my reward is that you have to tell me three things about yourself."
I look at him like he is the most basic person alive, but I sign and agree to his terms. "Fine. But this is a lot for some cuddles," I mutter as I melt deeper into his warm, fuzzy blanket.
After a quick moment of silence, I start blabbing, "I have four siblings. I am extremely close to my twin, Evan.
Carter looks at me with clear surprise that I have so many siblings and that I'm a twin.
Carter continues to listen while I say, "My parents are divorced. It happened when I was ten. It wasn't pretty, but I am glad it happened.
I glance at him as he continues letting me talk.
"I've always dreamed of making music for a career. But if I am being realistic, what I would really love to do is open a cafe with some music theme or with an open mic night. The thought of serving coffee in the morning while hosting open mic nights in the evenings would be a dream come true.
Carter looks at me with admiration, but before he says anything, I say, "Your turn."
Carter says, "I cannot believe you are a twin. I am so jealous." "Wait, A cafe is a great idea! I fully approve of this." Carter says, grinning.
Carter looks at me, takes a breath, and says, "Well, if we are going the family route, I have two younger brothers, and both my parents are together. They all live in Framingham, Massachusetts. They loved to watch my games when I played for Boston."
I blurt out, "Do they know you're gay."
Carter smiles comfortably and says, "Yes, a bunch of people know, including my best friend Becky and family." He explains how supportive they have been and that they just want him to be happy.
Carter stretches his arms above his head and faces me. "Second, my favorite movies are Harry Potter, as you may have guessed."
I grin, "That makes sense."
He chuckles, "then softens his expression. "What you don't know is why I love them so much. It's a comfort thing. Whenever I get anxious or start to panic, watching this series helps me calm down.
He shrugs and stares at the ceiling. "It's like, no matter what's happening, turbulence on a plane, someone yelling homophobic slurs, just…Anything, Harry Potter is a place where I can escape and calm myself. It sounds ridiculous, but it helps me relax and reset."
I see, hear, and sense an apparent vulnerability in his voice. I want to ask more about his mental health and if there is anything I could do to help in the future, but I don't want to pry.
So, instead, I squeeze his hand gently and offer him a soft smile. Carter glances over and smiles back, knowing that I understand him.
Carter rolls over onto his side and says, "Okay, a third fun fact is I have a freakish obsession with comedy sitcoms. Like The Office, Parks and Rec., and Brooklyn Nine-Nine."
I look at Carter with excitement, which is why he says, "I know, it's pathetic."
I say in a giddy way, "I love those shows too! But you must watch Schitts Creek.
Carter looks at me and explains that he tried watching the show but couldn't get past the first few episodes. His words exactly, "That family is awful," comes out of his mouth.
I giggle and say, "It gets so much better, I promise. We are watching the entire series, and you have no say in the matter." He nods with reluctant agreement.
We continue discussing each other's "fun facts" in more detail for the next few hours, and by the time we finish, 3 a.m. rolls around.
It's obvious neither of us is ready for bed, so we end up cuddling, with Carter curled up in front of me as the little spoon.
I wrap my arms around him like a cozy blanket, feeling how perfectly he fits against me, and start to ramble about my neighborhood.
I go off on a whole thing about how nice Newark has been, how it surprised me in a good way, but how I wish I had enough money to live in the city.
It would be nice to live carefree in the city, close to everything, without constantly checking my bank account.
It turns into a full ten-minute babble session, my talking while tracing Carter's back.
At some point, Carter must have dozed off because I could hear faint snores coming from his mouth.
I pause, then smile to myself as Carter is out cold. I should get up. My brain tells me to head to the guest room, but my body doesn't move. It's too warm next to Carter, and he looks so cute, all snuggled up.
So I stay, still wrapped around him, breathing quietly and drifting off soon after.