Chapter 12 #2
“I want to dance with the hunky Hulk.” He lurched forward, and Forrest caught him. The guy was nearly off his feet, and yet he started licking at Forrest’s nipple. Forrest pulled him away, manhandled him to a chair, and got him plopped down into it.
“Stay there,” Forrest told him before guiding Conrad back toward the stairs. “Let’s get our stuff and go home.” He shook his head.
“We can stay if you want to talk to your friends.” He didn’t want Forrest to leave if he wasn’t ready.
“I’ve had enough.” He guided Conrad upstairs and said good-bye to Dale and Jack, explaining about the drunk guy downstairs as well as the ones who had made passes at Dale’s nephew.
“I’ll take care of the drunk. Those assholes are all yours,” Jack said after patting Dale on the shoulder. Then he went off downstairs, and they said good night to Dale before leaving the house just as he rounded on the guys hitting on his nephew.
“Sorry about that,” Forrest said once they were in the car. “This used to be fun, but it wasn’t this big or so out of hand.” He pulled out of the drive and turned on the main road that would lead them back to the highway.
The drive to Carlisle went smoothly. They stopped at Forrest’s apartment and went inside. “I really need to get this makeup off,” Forrest said almost as soon as he stepped inside. “It’s starting to feel funny.”
“Then go get in the shower,” Conrad told him. He needed to take the makeup off his face as well, so he followed Forrest and used the sink while he started the water. Once Conrad had his makeup off, he slipped out of his costume and got in the shower with Forrest. “I think you need some help.”
The water ran green as the makeup sluiced away under the spray. Conrad grabbed the soap and lathered his hands to wash Forrest’s wide back, removing the last vestiges of the makeup. He made sure to get his shoulders and the back of his neck, removing any hint of green.
“I didn’t put makeup on my butt,” Forrest said as Conrad let his hands roam lower.
“Are you sure?” Conrad teased before sliding his hands upward. “Raise your arms,” he said and got the hints of green from places Forrest couldn’t reach. Then he had him turn around and washed his chest and down his belly, checking all the hidden places. “Damn, you make me want to climb you.”
Forrest’s eyes darkened before he slid his arms around him and pulled Conrad to him. “You’re the beautiful one.”
Conrad took his lip possessively. “When that guy wanted to dance with you, I wanted to rip his eyes out. I was so jealous in that moment. You make me want you all the damned time.”
“I want you too.” Forrest said as he turned them in the tub and pressed Conrad against the back tile wall.
“Fuck,” Conrad breathed as Forrest stroked his cock, using a firm grip to drive him crazy.
“Yeah, we’ll get to that,” Forrest said softly. “But for now, it’s just you and me right here, and I could tell how on edge you were all night. I could feel it when we danced.”
“Yeah.” At the moment his legs shook, and he was so excited he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to stand.
Forrest leaned closer. “Oh yeah. And you’re right there now. You just need a little more and you’ll tip over the edge and come for me.” Conrad’s head buzzed and his breathing grew shallow. Forrest stroked him harder, and he clamped his eyes closed.
“Forrest….”
“Just let it go. That’s all you need to do.” Forrest stroked harder, carrying Conrad to the edge and then over the precipice. Conrad tumbled into his release, holding onto Forrest so he didn’t collapse into the tub.
“Jesus,” Conrad whispered as Forrest held him upright, arms around him firmly. “Don’t let me fall.”
“I won’t ever do that if I can help it.” Forrest maneuvered Conrad until he was under the water, the warmth reviving him until Forrest turned it off and got them each a large, soft towel.
Forrest dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. Conrad followed him out of the bathroom, his attention on Forrest’s backside.
They made it to the bedroom. Towels fell to the floor, and Forrest tugged him into bed. Heat, weight, and passion all met in each of Forrest’s touches, and Conrad vibrated from under him.
Forrest knew how to play him like an instrument, his hands plucking, tongue licking and wetting, his lips blowing, taking Conrad to heights he had only dreamed of, only this time he didn’t quite reach the top.
“I love you like this,” Forrest said meaningfully as he watched Conrad so intently, he almost wanted to try to disappear.
He took him between his lips and sucked his cock as he stole the air from his lungs.
He wanted to ask Forrest how he knew to do that, but he couldn’t really speak.
And to add to the intensity, Forrest teased a thumb over his opening, sending waves of pleasure running through him.
“Don’t stop,” he finally managed to say. Forrest didn’t answer other than to slide the digit deeper and take him to the root in a single motion that made his head spin.
Conrad squirmed, desperately needing just a little more, But Forrest held him at bay and then pulled back, slowing things down. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I want to take things further, but I’m not sure if you’re ready for that or if you want that.” Forrest’s voice was rough and deep, filled with desire. “We don’t need to go any further than we already have if that’s what you want. I know we talked about this a little before, but….”
“That’s what you want, though” Conrad said.
“I do. But it’s not a requirement and you don’t have to. It’s not like I’m going to leave and never see you if….” Forrest seemed to have trouble with the words.
“If we don’t have butt sex?”
“I was trying to be more romantic than that,” Forrest said, and Conrad laughed.
“Sometimes you’ve just got to say it and get it out there.
Besides, there are plenty of ways to be romantic, and there are times when you just have to be direct.
I’m not adverse to the butt sex, if that’s what you want.
But that sort of things has to go both ways, and I’m not sure I’m up for what you got packing… if you know what I mean.”
Forrest looked sheepish and nodded slowly. Conrad sat up and stroked his cheek. “Hey, I like all of you. Understand that. There is nothing that I’d change. But I’m going to need a little time. I hope you can understand that.”
“Of course I do. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s just that….” He seemed to run out of words, and Conrad understood. He deserved the same happiness as everyone else, and Conrad wanted that for him.
“Let’s just take it easy for now,” he told Forrest and then kissed him, hoping he had put at least some of his worries to rest. The whole exchange made him wonder just what Forrest had been told in the past. Whatever it was seemed to have left a mark on him that Conrad wished he could wipe away.
Conrad woke the following morning in Forrest’s bed, smiling as he rolled over to where Forrest slept on his side. He nestled close and put an arm around Forrest’s waist. “What do you want to do today?” Forrest asked.
“I don’t know. It’s cold outside, that’s for sure. There’s always early Christmas shopping. It’s not raining, so we could bundle up and wander downtown. I have a bunch of things that Lizzie wants.”
“She already made her list?” Forrest asked.
“Oh yes. She wrote her letter to Santa Claus and mailed it two days ago because she wanted to make sure Santa actually read it and didn’t pass it off on an elf or something.” He chuckled. “She actually said that, and I nearly doubled over when she told me. Still, I helped her mail it.”
“Where did you send it?” Forrest asked.
“Well, she put it in an envelope that said North Pole. So I put it in a separate envelope and addressed it to Mom. She said she would take it from there, and that way I could keep the letter, which is pretty amazing. I don’t want to lose it.
Anyway, there’s a doll that she wants and some other toys.
She also wants a specific pair of shoes that I ordered already. ”
“Shoes at her age?” Forrest mumbled.
“Yeah. And Mom is getting her a play kitchen. I got her an easel, paints, and paper. I really want her to have basic toys that will encourage her imagination rather than the toys you get today or a video game. I know she wants one, but not yet. She’s too young to have her imagination co-opted by what others think.
” He rolled over, and Forrest did too, taking his hand.
“I think that’s a great idea. And I also think you need to give her some of the Legos you have in the basement. Let her build some of the things in her head.”
Conrad rolled to look at him. “I already have a small tub of basic blocks in all colors packed up and set aside. She can build all she wants, and as she gets older, if she likes it, I can get her interesting pieces. If she doesn’t connect with them, then the blocks will eventually rejoin the others.
” He shrugged. “I really hope she loves them, though.” Part of him could see the three of them going to Lego events together, being fascinated by everything that was being created.
“I want her imagination to fly. It was one of the things that Mom always encouraged with me. And I threw it into my Lego, but I want her to have all the chances possible.”
“That’s really cool, but it doesn’t get us any closer to figuring out what to do today.” Forrest smiled. “We could just stay in bed.”