The Homiemoon

by Harper Logan

  “I… I kind of did.” Just like I’d been sure I would. But… “I’m so confused. At the pool, you said I wasn’t your type.”

  “And you bought it?” He pressed his lips to my neck, making me gasp. “I was an idiot. If I’d had any clue, I would never have said that.”

  I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in my cock long enough to finish the conversation. “All day, you let me think that.”

  “I’m sorry.” His hands were on my back now, stroking their way slowly down to my ass. “I never once thought it would be mutual.”

  “Fuck, Calvin…”

  “Well, you told me you were straight.” He peered at me. “Even just two minutes ago, you said that.”

  “I am.” I think. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I loved what we just did. Can we just… keep going?”

  “Like an experiment?”

  “Like… trying new things. What happens, happens.” I sucked in a breath as he cupped both ass cheeks. “On a brocation with my gay buddy, and when in Rome…”

  “I see.”

  Tipping my head back, I let out a groan. I wasn’t going to be able to form words for much longer, never mind sentences. “What are we going to do?” I asked while I still could.

  He squeezed my ass gently. “I don’t want to push you into anything, but…”

  “Oh, push. Please push.”

  He gave a soft laugh. “Then I think we should start by getting rid of these clothes.”

  Next his hands were under my shirt, pulling it upward. I regretted my choice of sleepwear for a moment—had I really needed to choose the most ripped T-shirt I owned?—and then my torso was bare against his and his lips were on mine again.

  I groaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness against me. In another few seconds, we’d both be naked, and I’d be hard in the presence of another man. Was I really into this? The answer came instantly, a resounding yes. Was I ready, though? We’d find out…

  Nimble fingers reached under my sweatpants, and I recalled that he’d done this before. It was good that one of us knew what he was doing—although there was an odd bitterness underlying my realization, a kind of jealousy. I knew I had my own sexual history, but this was different. I kind of wished I could be his first man, as he was going to be mine. He gave me a few steady strokes, and everything else disappeared from my mind.

  “Fuck, Calvin.”

  I held him by the shoulders, not to be close but to keep myself upright. My legs were weaker than ever, and he must have realized that because he eased me onto the bed.

  “Hips up.”

  I complied without protest, letting him pull my sweatpants all the way down. His hand found my shaft again and he caressed it with a firm touch. I wondered briefly if he might go down on me—the thought didn’t scare me as much as I would’ve imagined. But he seemed to prefer sitting next to me, reaching between my legs as he stared into my eyes.

  “Oh, fuck…” I groaned.

  Those eyes of his showed his lust for me so clearly, I didn’t know how I’d ever missed it. There was more, too—affection, and caring, and a kind of concern, as if he was worried he might go too far with me. I doubted that was possible at the moment. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anyone in my memory, and as sudden as this was, I knew that wasn’t going to change.

  My gaze drifted to his groin. “You’re hard, too.”

  “Yeah,” he breathed, still watching me with that incredible attentiveness.

  The swelling at his waist was large, and it was well-defined. No half-boner—I could tell by the sharpness of the line that it was a full-on erection. Knowing I’d done that to him made my cock, impossibly, lengthen more.

  “You…”

  I couldn’t get the words out. What he was doing to me felt too good, and my thoughts were racing at a million miles an hour. One second I was wondering if it was so good because he had the same equipment, and next I was shivering because I knew this was only the beginning of our possibilities. This was only a hand job, a hand job! What would it do to me if we went further? Not if, when?

  With shaky gestures, I managed to get my point across—that he should jerk himself while he was touching me. He smiled slightly and freed his length from his boxers. And, fuck… my jaw fell open, saliva pooling in my mouth.

  I’d seen him before, head to toe. There were no secrets in a college locker room. We’d been at the pool and the beach. But those times, we weren’t in a bed, and he wasn’t hard, and none of it felt the slightest bit like this.

  I shuddered more as I watched his hand move up and down his shaft. Evidently he was ambidextrous, because he was touching both of us with the same rhythm and grip. I didn’t know how he was managing. All I could do was lie there and take what he was doing to me—quiver and wriggle and try my best not to come yet.

  His eyes were glued to mine, and he stared so hard I felt as if he was penetrating me. Part of me wanted to look away, to shut him out—this eye contact felt so intimate, more than I was used to, more even than actually being inside a woman. But I couldn’t seem to look away. In that moment, he was trying to have all of me, and with an exhale I surrendered to his gaze.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Adam.” His words came out in sharp breaths. “You look so fucking hot lying there all naked and turned on.”

  I could only groan in response. I’d never in my life imagined hearing those words come from such a deep voice, or that I’d be inhaling such a masculine scent as I heard them. Yet I loved hearing them. Heaven help me, I wanted to hear more!

  And as if he could read my mind, Calvin continued. “You don’t even know the things I want to do to you,” he said, his voice going low and guttural now. “I want to have you in every… way… possible.”

  Oh fuck, I wanted that too. What had he done to me to get me so goddamn horny? Already I was impossibly turned on, and yet I kept growing harder with every stroke he gave me. Need throbbed through my veins, making my shaft pulsate with every beat of my heart.

  Calvin dropped his hands from both of our cocks, and I thought for a frantic second that he was going to stop altogether. I was starting to gibber out a protest when he repositioned himself between my legs. Was he really going to… ?

  I kept wondering as a kiss landed on my hip. Another, closer to my belly button. And another, lower than the last.

  I hoped—and feared—he was going where I needed him. But not until his tongue landed on my tip did I believe it was actually happening.

  “Ah-h-h,” I gasped out.

  My hips bucked uncontrollably, thrusting my cock up into his warm mouth. I’d never felt something so tight and hot before, and I found myself turned on beyond all reason. Briefly I questioned whether he wanted me to do this back to him, and if I’d be capable of it. Then his tongue stroked my underside, and I lost track of all rational thought.

  I groaned low and long as he massaged me with his mouth, my voice breaking every time he took me deep. I’d known that this would feel good, but God, I hadn’t been ready for it to be this good. Nothing in the world could’ve prepared me for this.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair.

  His eyes met mine, and I read contentment in them—arrogance, even. He knew what he was doing to me. He knew he owned me, body and soul.

  My balls were tight and heavy, my hips still moving on their own. I was beyond reason now, beyond anything other than pure lust. I couldn’t take my eyes off Calvin’s. And in the periphery of my vision, I watched my shaft disappearing into his mouth.

  How had this happened? I asked myself once more as my cock began to throb in earnest. I’d never wanted anything like this, never even thought about it, and yet now here I was, a wild man wanting only more pleasure. I was an animal, really—I had lost all interest in anything outside my physical needs. And God, Calvin was so good at satisfying them.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”

  My voice rose to a wail, finally breaking as Ca
lvin swallowed me to the base. I knotted my fingers in his hair and forced every last millimeter I had into his mouth. A spasm overtook me, and I bucked against the bed.

  And he hummed with contentment as I spurted my load onto his tongue.

  14

  Thirteen—Calvin

  At first, I was startled by the presence of a man next to me in bed. I rubbed my eyes against the daylight filtering through the small window. It was Adam, only Adam—we’d come to this motel after our disgust at the first one. We’d gotten in bed, and then… and then…

  No, it couldn’t be. That had to have been a dream.

  A wet dream, judging by the stickiness on my thighs. Disgusting. I’d have to clean myself up before he woke up. I was way too old for things like that to happen. I couldn’t remember the last time my hormones had gotten the better of me like this.

  Except as I stood up, I noticed how the dried cum was on the outside of my boxers as well as the inside—as if I’d been jerking off at some point in the night.

  As if giving an insanely hot straight guy a blow job had made me jerk myself to completion.

  My throat suddenly tight, I stared at Adam’s sleeping form. He was out cold, oddly enough—usually he was the early bird. And his face was so peaceful. I resisted the urge to peek under the sheets. It sure didn’t look like he had a shirt on, but that could’ve meant anything. And I wasn’t going to try to see his bottom half. Even if he’d slept naked, it still could’ve been a dream.

  And that was a lot more likely than the alternative. How often did straight guys randomly decide they were into other guys? How often did they actually act on those desires?

  No, we’d been close to sleep and my infatuation with him had made its way into my subconscious. It was sad, really. I needed to clear my head. Stop spending time with him. It’d be best to end this weekend trip early, even if that’d disappoint our fans.

  I jumped in the shower and then took Buddy out. When we got back from our walk, Adam was awake, though bleary-eyed. I gave him a tight smile and sipped the coffee I’d picked up. “Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be awake. I would’ve gotten you one, too.”

  “That’s okay.” He sat up and stretched. No shirt… “I slept so well. It was amazing.”

  Fuck, his body looked incredible in those different positions. I tried not to look as his muscles moved and lengthened, then relaxed. His nipples were such a perfect pink against his tanned skin. And—fuck me—the freckles on his face continued down onto his chest.

  “Yeah?” I asked as casually as I could. “Why’s that?”

  Coming out from the sheets, he scooched to the edge of the bed. I stood and sipped my coffee, trying to ignore the fact that he was buck naked. Doesn’t mean anything happened. Still probably just a dream.

  Except now he was giving me this longing look, like he wanted me to bend down and kiss him or something. And if I’d imagined last night, if he was a straight guy who now knew his friend was gay, he was awfully comfortable having his dick out around me.

  “I was worn out,” he said, a shy smile playing on his lips.

  Oh, fuck. “So last night, um… that actually happened?”

  He blinked a few times, the smile disappearing for an instant. “What part of last night?”

  “The, ah…” I cleared my throat. “The end of it?”

  The smile returned, much bigger than before. “The part where we fell asleep?”

  “Before that, I guess…”

  “The part where you jacked off while you sucked my cock?”

  “Oh, God.” I covered my eyes.

  “Hey.” Adam jumped up, coming right up in front of me—close enough that I could smell his spicy scent, close enough that he could hit me if he swung his cock. “How are you the one who’s embarrassed? You know you’re gay. I’m the straight one, and I don’t even give a fuck.”

  Whatever I wanted to say, the words caught in my throat. Some inexplicable inhibition stopped me from moving, and I could only stand there frozen.

  “Unless you’re regretting last night,” he said, taking a quick step back. “If I’m not your type, I’m not going to make a fool of myself trying to change that.”

  That spurred me into speech. “What? God, no!” I grabbed his hand, holding it tightly between both of mine. “Adam, I was lying through my teeth when I said I wasn’t into you. I shouldn’t have done it. I just didn’t think it’d ever matter, seeing as you were supposed to be straight.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m serious, bro.” I wondered whether I could call him that anymore, then forgot about it and clasped his hand to my chest. “I thought I imagined last night because it was too good to be true. I never saw this coming. Not after all these years.”

  “How long have you been, um… I mean, how long have you… about me…?”

  He was so damn cute when he was being shy. And the rest of the time, really. “You’re asking how long I’ve wanted you?” I asked. “I don’t know. I thought you were hot as hell since day one. Those fucking freckles…”

  “You like them?”

  “Fuck yeah, I like them!” I gaped at him. “That’s like asking if Hannibal Lecter likes human flesh.” Um… “Okay, bad comparison, but yes. I like them. I like you. A lot.”

  “Oh,” he said again.

  I let go of his hand, suddenly remembering. “But you said you only wanted a one-time experiment. When in Rome… right?”

  Now he slumped a little. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted.”

  “Okay.”

  Maybe that was for the best. I liked this guy. I loved him, as a friend. But I’d never planned on coming out, never planned on any of this happening. I had no plan of attack for a situation where things could actually happen between us.

  “You want to edit that video?” Adam asked.

  “Oh. Oh, yeah.”

  I sat gingerly on the bed next to him. Too close, again. I knew he’d at least understand if I got turned on by him, but I couldn’t just rip off his clothes and go down on him again.

  “We got some good footage?” he asked.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  I opened up the camera app, and we went from there. He did more of it than me, to be honest. My mind was drifting to dirty places, inspired by the heat radiating off him and the scent of him that wafted into my nose.

  Buddy sat by the door again, his tail flicking back and forth, his eyes moving between us. He seemed to have caught on to a change in our dynamic, the perceptive little pup. I wondered what he’d think about seeing Adam around more often. One time only, I reminded myself.

  “Just about done,” Adam said, setting a hand on my arm. “Want to see?”

  Instantly sitting up, I snapped out of my reverie. “Yeah, I want to see.” I grabbed the phone and hit play.

  There we were in miniature—a short introduction from him, and then clips of the footage we’d taken on the beach. He could’ve passed for some kind of Roman god as he walked down the shore, the waves breaking to his right. Then there was me, objectively fitter yet somehow a thousand times less stunning.

  The video flipped from him to me and back, never showing the two of us at once. As I watched, I could almost feel the tension radiating off the screen. We’d been so awkward yesterday, so afraid of each other. Now I knew it’d been sexual tension, and I wondered how I’d ever thought otherwise.

  Adam turned from the video to me. Instead of saying anything, he just stared at me for a long moment, eventually licking his lips.

  “What? What?”

  “Nothing,” he said. “I was just thinking you looked pretty sexy on the beach.”

  “Oh.”

  “You still do now, too.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I was thinking, last night wasn’t really fair. If you want, I could try and do to you what you did to me.”

  My pulse accelerated. “You’d do that?”

  He nodded. “I can try.”

  You don’t need to tell me twice. I arched my hips u
p enough to start pulling down my pants. “What a brave little straight boy.”

  15

  Fourteen—Calvin

  The young receptionist was completely sympathetic when we got downstairs two hours after check-out time. I guessed it was partly because of our very minor fame, but I suspected she would’ve been as understanding with anyone who claimed they’d just slept in. She seemed like the kind of girl who was always sleeping through alarms.

  “I took this guy for a walk, and then the two of us just passed out again,” I told her, twisting Buddy’s leash. “If he hadn’t started barking, we might still be passed out now.”

  “No problem at all,” Mandy said. “Enjoy the rest of your homiemoon!”

  “We will.”

  Except, as we got in the car, I kind of wished it wasn’t a trip for two homies at all. Adam just kept blowing my mind, and I found myself fantasizing about making this an actual thing. I could see us being together for real.

  Might’ve seemed fast, but we’d known each other a long time. And I knew what kind of man I was looking for. Adam ticked every box for my dream guy, including but not limited to giving me some major butterflies. A healthy relationship was based on friendship, anyway.

  And then there was the chemistry. Okay, we’d only had a night and a morning together, but God damn. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Sure, my adventures had been limited to drunken anonymous one-time hook-ups, but sex was sex… or so I’d always believed. Now I was starting to think I’d been all wrong.

  In any case, I didn’t want a relationship. The whole coming-out thing, and having other people know the way I was… Luckily Adam wasn’t looking for any of that anyway. He’d experimented twice, and now he’d go back to women. Pretty convenient for me, all things considered.

  “Where to?” I asked as I slipped behind the wheel.

  Adam licked his lips, and I glared at him. Was he actually trying to get me hard again? It’d taken some major effort to even get out of the motel room in the first place. If he kept flashing that tongue at me, I was going to drag him into the back seat right now.