Chapter 15 #2
There was that word again, the one he never uttered, but nevertheless the word that best fit what they’d done. Tommy stared at his pink cheeks and breathed deeply. Just suck it up and say it.
“Mike fucked me.”
Even whispering the words to himself in the quiet little bathroom brought heat to his face—and his groin.
For the seventh or eighth time that day, once again his mind took him back to that shower, on his knees, his mouth around Mike’s cock, Mike’s groans of pleasure rebounding off the tiled walls.
It had been so… good? Amazing? Hotter ’n’ hell?
All of the above? And then, once he’d come, to have Mike hold him under the jets, his hand working Tommy’s dick until he orgasmed, shuddering in Mike’s arms while Mike kissed him through his climax, had been just…
bliss. After all that, there was no way he could’ve left without saying something.
Tommy had been raised right, and that meant showing appreciation, even for getting laid.
It had been as much as he could manage to whisper into Mike’s ear, while the last of his come was washed away by the swirling water, that he’d really, really liked it.
Mike’s slow smile had been comment enough.
Just thinking about that shower made his hole clench tight, and he winced.
Yeah, everything was still a little… tender.
He’d been relieved when Mike hadn’t wanted them to do…
“it” again. Much as he’d loved how he felt when they finished, even the thought of taking Mike’s cock inside him again made him tense up.
Then he’d thought about it. Maybe Mike had stuck to oral for a reason. Maybe Mike had done it because he knew exactly how Tommy was feeling, and he didn’t want to cause him any more discomfort.
The more time Tommy spent around Mike, the more he liked him.
The outer door to the apartment banged shut, snapping Tommy to attention.
“Tommy? You here?”
“In the bathroom,” Tommy shouted out to Ben, hurriedly collecting himself.
He gave the room a quick scan, and satisfied he’d gotten everything, Tommy exited the bathroom and went into the living room, where Ben had flopped down onto the couch and was staring at him with an expectant air.
“What?” Tommy kept his features schooled.
Like he didn’t know what Ben was after….
Ben grinned. “So? How was it?”
Tommy snorted. “As if I’d tell you.”
Ben pouted, making Tommy snort all the more.
“An’ you can forget tryin’ to get round me with them big puppy dog eyes. I mean it, Ben. I’m not gonna talk ’bout this.”
“But you did fuck, right? Mike did pop your cherry?”
“Ben!” Tommy stared back at him, his face and neck hot.
Ben screwed up his face. “You’re no fun.” Then he gave Tommy a smug glance. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” He smiled gleefully. “Okay, now we have to find you a nice, hot guy.”
Everything just… stopped.
“What d’you mean?” Tommy stood at the end of the couch, hands by his sides, curling into fists.
Ben frowned. “What do you mean, what do I mean? Now’s the time to find yourself another guy.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You need to get out there an’ sample what’s available.”
“But why would I do that?” Tommy persisted. “I’m with Mike.”
Ben stilled. “You’re not ‘with Mike,’” he said, hooking his fingers in the air. “Don’t make it out to be more than it was, okay? It was just sex.”
Icy fingers picked their way down Tommy’s spine. “An’ what if I want to be with Mike?” he said softly.
The look of genuine puzzlement on Ben’s face made his heart sink.
“Why would you wanna do that?” Then he peered intently at Tommy. “An’ never mind what you want—what does Mike want?”
Tommy couldn’t continue the conversation. “I’m just about done here. I’m gonna go find Bethany an’ say good-bye to her an’ your folks.” Anything rather than try to figure Ben out.
“Fine,” Ben said with a wave of his hand. “I’ll get my stuff together.”
“You do that.” Tommy left the living room and went up the stairs into the main house, heading straight for the kitchen.
He found Bethany alone in the kitchen, making herself a sandwich, headphones on and be-bopping away to whatever music was playing on her iPhone.
He stopped for a second and watched her from the doorway.
For all her mature remarks and insights, sometimes he forgot that she was only seventeen.
Bethany whirled around, arms outstretched, and came to an abrupt halt when she caught sight of Tommy. An involuntary “Eek” escaped her, and she turned off the music. “Warn a person, why don’tcha?” She blushed.
“Sorry, Bethany.” Tommy came fully into the kitchen. “There any coffee left?”
Bethany shook her head. “I was about to make some tea. Want some?”
He nodded, and she filled the kettle and set it on the stove to boil. Tommy sat at the table, his mind still reeling from his talk with Ben.
“You want half my sandwich?”
He looked up. “Nah, I’m good.”
Bethany stood with the counter to her back and leaned, tilting her head to one side. “You okay, Tommy?”
He opened his mouth to tell her he was fine, but that wasn’t what came out. “I just don’t get your brother,” he blurted out.
Bethany gave him a sympathetic look. “What’s he done now?”
Tommy hesitated, and Bethany held up her hands.
“You know what? If you don’t wanna tell me, that’s fine. But I do know what he’s like.”
Tommy made up his mind and relayed their conversation. Bethany listened, her hands busy making the tea. When he’d finished, she brought over the two mugs and sat down next to him. Bethany regarded him with a speculative glance.
“Tommy, Ben is a slut. Surely you must know that by now?” He stared at her, mouth open, and she laughed. “Go on, then, tell me I’m wrong.”
Tommy said nothing, although there was plenty he could say. He knew there were nights during the week when Ben didn’t come home. He knew where Ben spent his Saturday nights. He was just too polite to say so.
“Tommy, just ignore him, okay? Let him live his life the way he wants to. You don’t have to do likewise.” She studied him intently. “If you want to be with Mike, then you go get him, y’hear?”
He smiled, the tightness in his chest easing.
“Thanks, Beth.” Her support meant a lot.
Tommy found it difficult to put into words what he was feeling.
Ben’s words had disquieted him, making him doubt himself.
That last question about what Mike wanted still rang in his ears.
And if his classmates knew what he was thinking in that moment, doubtless they’d laugh at him.
Is it so wrong to think that last night meant something? That it was important?
Tommy couldn’t help it. His upbringing, his parents’ teachings, all of it led him to one conclusion: he and Mike had shared something that you didn’t just walk away from. He had no way of knowing if Mike wanted this to go any further, but Tommy wanted to see where it led next.
It was the least he owed Mike.
Mike walked into Woofs that Sunday afternoon to be greeted by a round of applause from Kevin and Patrick.
“We were wondering if you were gonna show up for work tonight, or if you’d be too busy with your boy toy,” Kevin said with a leer.
“Fuck. Off,” Mike said shortly, taking off his leather jacket and stashing it behind the bar. He’d known it was coming, of course. There was no way Kevin would’ve been able to resist.
Kevin joined him. “Aw, come on. I’ve been dying for you to get here and spill the beans. Did it all go according to plan? Is Tommy a good fuck?” His voice took on a wheedling tone. “Aw, Mikey, play fair. After all, we helped ya get together with Mr. Farm Boy, didn’t we?”
Mike sighed. “I am gonna say this just once. Tommy is a good kid, and I am not gonna talk about him behind his back. So I will not be sharing details, ya got that?” He didn’t understand why Kevin’s question put his back up. Mike often shared what went on during his scenes.
This felt… different.
Kevin folded his arms across his wide chest and stared at Mike. “Fair enough. Just tell me one thing. Does he know about the porn?”
Mike shook his head. “No,” he said emphatically. When Kevin pursed his lips, Mike huffed. “Look, if he knew, there’s no way he’d be able to hide that. Trust me.” Mike imagined Tommy would no sooner watch porn than he would swear in church.
Kevin nodded. “Then you need to tell him.”
Mike gaped. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
There was a moment’s silence before Kevin replied. “Ask yourself why you don’t want him to know.”
That made him stop and think. He’d been in a few relationships that had crashed and burned once his partners had found out about his other career.
Except I’m not in a relationship with Tommy, am I?
Damn, that boy just scrambled his circuits.
Kevin was looking awfully smug. “Now I got ya thinking. So while you’re doing some reflecting, reflect on this.
You’ve been doing porn for a long while now, Mike.
Some day, maybe sooner than you think, that boy is gonna see something, hear something, and then that cat is out of its bag.
It’s gonna be better if he hears it from you first.”
Fuck. Much as he didn’t want to think about that, Kevin had a point.
“Okay,” he said, nodding. “You’re right. I will tell him.” Just not yet.
Mike liked the way Tommy had looked at him. He had a feeling that just might change once Tommy knew how Mike earned some of his dollars.
And damn if that thought didn’t make Mike feel sad.