Chapter 6 April 2003 #3
“You taught me to dance. Kent, I didn’t know. Not what it meant, at least, but I knew you meant something to me. That you were special.”
He pulled away, tears fresh in his eyes. I reached up and brushed them back, kissing the damp splotches of skin as if I could magically kiss away his upset. “Jesus, Two-liter. We were thirteen. You loved me all that time?”
I nodded. “You remember when you asked me which Spice Girl was my favorite?”
“Yeah. Emma, wasn’t it?”
“Baby,” I corrected. “The way you said it, I thought you were saying it to me. I thought that’s what you were calling me.”
Kent laughed, which just made me feel embarrassed. Like I’d just made some big dating blunder in front of him. I looked down, but his hand just found my chin and lifted it right back up.
“You are. You always have been,” he whispered.
We slid our underwear down, and counted out loud, down from three. When I opened my eyes, he was there. Right in front of me, not a strip of fabric to hide behind.
“Oh my God,” I said, because the sight of him, seeing him hard like that, knowing I was the reason, I’d risk a little blasphemy for that. Every inch of him was perfect.
I lay back on the bed, fully exposed. Pulling my legs up to my chest; the same way I’d seen in the magazine I’d swiped from the book store the year before, leaving twenty bucks Daddy gave me for helping him on the farm in its place.
“Please, Kent?” I had to wipe a tear away.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve been aching for you, and you can make that ache stop. Please?”
“I love you, Grayson,” he whispered, running his fingers up and down my thighs. “I’m sorry I hurt you with Kate.” He reached up and brushed a tear away. “I swear to God, if I knew—”
“I know,” I said, because I did. Of course, he’d never hurt me. Of course, he wouldn’t. I took his hand and guided him to me, wrapping his fist around my shaft. “Make me yours.”
“If you don’t mind,” he said, making his way even closer. “There are a few other things I’d like to do first.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Other things?”
He nodded. “Put your legs down and let me show you.” Trusting him, I did as he asked, stretching my legs out and keeping them spread wide. He settled between them, eyes locked on the prize. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Grayson.”
“I do, because I wanted it, too.”
He moved closer, his hand on my cheek, lips brushing gently with mine. “I love you. I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life, Gray Collins.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Until we’re old and gray.”
I snorted a laugh. “That’s the corniest line I’ve ever heard.”
“Whatever. The point remains—I’m yours. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
I pressed our foreheads together. “Forever?”
“That’s what you want?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, Kent. I want forever.”
“Alright.” He kissed his way down my jaw, not stopping when he reached my neck. His lips twisted and tugged against my skin, suckling like he was trying to draw blood. The whole time he was sucking my neck, his fingers grazed my nipples, making me whimper like a love-starved kitten.
“Hush, baby. You’ll wake them up.”
“Sorry,” I whispered.
He looked up with a goofy grin, and I wanted to tangle my fingers through those adorable curls.
God. Did he have to be so beautiful? Did it have to feel so right?
His lips ventured lower, leaving a trail of slick saliva and he made his way to my nipple.
He wrapped his lips around the hardened nub, making me whine out in pleasure.
He shot me another pleading look, so I bit my bottom lip, just trying to keep myself from making more noise.
“I’ve been thinking.” I raked my fingers through his curls, really feeling them for the first time. They’d always been my favorite thing about Kent, aside from his butt, and having free reign over them without worrying about him figuring out my hidden feelings—it felt like being given the world.
“After school ends, I think we should leave town.”
He looked up at me, seeming dazed, his lips wrapped around my nipple. When he pulled away, there was an audible wet pop, and the smacking sound sent a rush of blood surging to my penis, now aching against Kent’s side.
“Why?” he asked, blinking slowly.
“They’ll never let us be happy, Half-pint. What we are is an affront to everything our families believe. Your momma might be okay with it, but your dad would kill us.”
Kent nodded, looking more resigned to his fate than anything. There wasn’t any hope on his face, but when I gently tugged his curls, it pulled him back into the moment, and a smile spread on his face.
“It’s okay,” he finally said. “If I lose them, it’s okay, because I’ll still have you.”
“You’ll always have me.” I placed a finger under his chin and lifted it until our gazes met.
“I’m going to take care of you, Half-pint.
I’m going to make sure you never have to want for anything again, I promise.
You ain’t gotta be scared.” I leaned down and softly kissed him, our lips working slowly like we were trying to memorize every inch of each other.
“You ain’t ever gotta be scared again, Kent. ”
He nodded, his eyes getting a little mistier.
“I’ve been so scared of losing you, Grayson.
I know I hurt you with Kate, but I only did it because I was trying to keep you in my life.
I thought maybe I could fix myself to stop from losing you.
You know that, don’t you? I—” His voice cracked, and I could tell he was just as close to breaking all over, so I pulled him to me, holding him right against my chest. “I can’t lose you, Two-liter. I can’t ever lose you.”
“You won’t. It’s me and you now. Forever. Now that I know you want this too, you’re never getting rid of me.”
He sniffles, drying his eyes as he looks up at me. “Promise?”
I nodded, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything. “I swear.”
“Good.” He swallowed, pulling away and staring down at my penis. “Can I suck you, Gray? Please? I’ll be careful with my teeth. I’ve been practicing.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve been practicing?”
His cheeks turned the shade of a stop sign. “Yeah. With a toy. I bought it and had it sent through the mail from one of those dirty infomercials that play at night.”
“A toy? You bought—you mean, like an adult toy?” I asked. A smile quirked in the corners of his mouth and he nodded like he was proud of himself. For buying a dang dildo, no less! Good grief. If his parents found it, they’d kill him.
“It’s shaped like a cock.” Gosh. The way he said the word made it sound so tawdry.
“I like to imagine it’s your cock, Grayson.
” It was my turn to blush, and I must have looked like a scandalized virgin—mainly because that’s exactly what I was—because his smirk just grew even wider.
“In my head, I’ve sucked your cock at least a hundred times. I’ve even imagined you fucking me.”
“Good Lord,” I whispered, feeling a little breathless. “You shouldn’t talk like that.” Whatever resistance I may have been holding onto faded the moment he wrapped his hand around my shaft and stroked me slowly.
“Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to fuck me?”
“Jesus,” I whimpered. “Yeah. Yeah, Kent. Wanna . . . wanna fuck you.” Just saying the word made me feel like the biggest sinner this side of Dallas, but I pushed past that nervousness, because I was with Kent, and I knew I was always safe with him.
“I stare at your butt all the time. Love it. Want to touch it. Squeeze it.”
“Would you want to kiss it?”
I looked into his eyes, blinking slowly, confused. “Huh?” He dragged his finger down my lips, pupils blown wide as I opened my mouth, welcoming him in. I shelled my tongue around him, wanting to taste him.
“Would you want to kiss it?” he repeated. “With your tongue, maybe?”
I tried to picture what he was suggesting, but the mental image didn’t make sense. Using every ounce of my self-control, I released his finger from my mouth and pulled away.
“You want me to lick your butt?”
“So fucking much,” he breathed.
“So, I’d what? … Just lick your buttcheek?” Okay, well, I didn’t really hate the idea, it just seemed like a strange request.
He shook his head. “Inside the crack. Against my butthole, I guess. I watched one of those nasty movies a few months ago. They were getting ready to do the dirty, and he knelt back there, spread those cheeks, and dove right in.” He wasn’t blushing or anything, and I had to give him credit for that.
My cheeks, on the other hand, were practically scorching.
I felt lightheaded at the implication. “It was a man and a woman, so I don’t know if it’s something two guys would do together, but I wouldn’t mind. Would you want to do that?”
“L-lick your b-butthole?” I clarified, stumbling and tumbling over my words.
“Yeah. Or I could lick yours. I just thought it looked hot. You’d look gorgeous bent over in front of me like that.”
“Can I try it later? I’m sorry, Half-pint, I’m trying to wrap my head around what we’re about to do, adding butts and tongues into the equation sounds a little extreme for our first time.”
Tears welled up in his eyes, and I worried I hurt his feelings, so I opened my mouth to apologize, but he cut me off, whispering, “Our first time. We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“We are.”
He nodded. “Okay. Yeah, Gray. We’ve got all the time in the world for the rest. He knelt in front of me, taking me in his hand and slowly stroking. “I’m going to suck you now. Just lie back and relax. Tell me if I’m not doing any good, and I’ll try to do better.”
I reach down and cup his cheek. “You’re going to be great, and even if you aren’t, it’s okay. Just getting to be this way with you is enough for me.”