Dreams and Expectations

by Susan Laine

  “Y-you sure?”

  Tom nodded firmly. “Yeah. You’re not?”

  Nick blushed with shame. “Not yet. Sorry.”

  “It’s cool.” Tom sat abruptly, grasped Nick’s hips, and lifted him onto his lap, an impressive feat. “We’ll work on relaxing you.”

  Nick wound his arms around Tom’s neck. “You’re definitely working something.”

  “Uh-huh,” Tom said absentmindedly as he slid his hands under the hem of Nick’s T-shirt in search of skin. Nick got goose bumps and shivered. Tom’s fingers were warm and his palms hot as he explored the contours and expanses of Nick’s upper body. “You’re so smooth….”

  Nick gasped, already way too warm in his skin. Tom’s wandering hands sent hot flashes through him. “Different from chicks?”

  Tom shrugged. “Maybe. Doesn’t matter ’cause this is you, and I want you.” He proceeded to push the shirt up out of the way and then off Nick entirely.

  On instinct, Nick wrapped his arms around his own torso, suddenly embarrassed.

  Tom quirked an eyebrow and then gently pried Nick’s hands loose to reveal Nick’s slender chest. “Why’re you so shy? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times before.”

  “Not like this.” Nick took a couple of fortifying breaths to calm down. He had to remind himself that there was nothing to be ashamed of. To balance the situation, though, he started to yank Tom’s T-shirt off as well.

  “Hang on.” Chuckling, Tom obediently raised his hands and allowed Nick to lift the shirt off. “Better now?”

  “Equal footing.” Nick finally gave himself permission to really look. Both Tom and Nick were athletic on account of summer water sports and winter mountain sports. They loved to climb, canoe, swim, and hike.

  As a result of their active lives, Tom’s body was sculpted, lean, and muscular. Tom had a spattering of golden hairs between his pecs and an arrow trail leading down from his navel. Nick raked his nails across the mat of soft, fair hairs, a crinkling sound following.

  Tom moaned lightly and quivered. “Nice.”

  Nick watched as Tom’s pink nipples peaked with arousal, caught one between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed tenderly. Tom jumped, groaned, and threw his head back. His hands roamed frantically over Nick’s back, growing hotter by the minute.

  Nick leaned down, took one hardened nub between his lips, and licked and sucked gently.

  The reaction was instantaneous.

  Tom growled, threw Nick back onto the bed faceup, and straddled his hips. The pressure of Tom’s butt and weight over Nick’s bulging erection trapped inside his jeans made Nick buck up and whimper. He really needed to get out of his pants or his dick would blow up.

  With a wicked grin, Tom shifted over Nick’s hips, obviously perfectly aware of what it did to Nick. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

  Nick shot daggers at him. “Careful. You’ll be where I am next. And I won’t show any mercy either.”

  Tom merely laughed. “Gimme your best shot.” He waggled his eyebrows as he wiggled lower to kneel between Nick’s splayed legs. He palmed Nick’s cock through his jeans and rubbed a bit harder than Nick expected. But, damn, it felt good, pleasure wracking his mind and body.

  “How’s that?” Tom purred, definitely pleased with himself. He popped open the button on Nick’s jeans and unzipped his fly. Then he slithered his hand under the flaps to grope Nick’s prick through his underwear, which were already damp with precome.

  Nick arched up into the infuriatingly torturous touch. “You… you know.”

  “Yes, I do.” Tom parted the flaps of Nick’s fly, exposed his crotch, drew down his boxer briefs, and pulled out Nick’s eagerly throbbing cock. His fist closed around Nick’s weeping dick to start a slow, steady stroke. The tart odor of precome and a darker scent of male musk drifted into the air.

  Tom swiped a thumb over Nick’s slit, gathered a droplet, and brought it to his mouth. A long thin thread of viscous man-juice, like spiders’ silk, expanded between Nick’s leaky cockhead and Tom’s wet finger. Tom licked the moisture off, a little moan emanating from deep in his throat.

  Then the returned to the task at hand, his grip tight and merciless to bring pleasure.

  Nick cried out and thrust upward. “Oh God, yes….”

  As he listened to Tom’s naughty laugh, Nick suspected tonight would test their bond to the extreme, push their limits, and reveal if they were really good for each other.

  Chapter 13

  “YOU TASTE… sweet.” Tom was surprised. From the smell he’d assumed the taste of Nick’s precome would be bitter. Instead, while there was a briny quality, the flavor remained a mix of salty and sweet.

  As Nick blinked up at him owlishly, his mind clearly done away with pleasure, Tom had to get at the source. Though he’d never done it, or even imagined doing it till Nicky, Tom bent down to take Nick’s cock in his mouth.

  “Oh my God, please…” came Nick’s hoarse response, delivered in an agonized voice. His body refused to lie still; he kept shaking and jolting. Tom figured that was a good sign.

  Unfortunately Tom didn’t get far. The second the silky, soft, smolderingly hot tip of Nick’s prick touched the roof of Tom’s mouth, he started to gag and had to pull off. Irritated at himself and his perceived failure, he tried again. This time the choking feeling happened even faster.

  “What the fuck?”

  Nick patted his head softly, his fingers tender. “Don’t worry about it. No one deep-throats on the first try. It takes years of practice—or a natural lack of gag reflex. Use your mouth and hand.”

  While at first miffed at getting unsolicited advice, Tom couldn’t stay mad at Nick, his best friend who loved him. So he renewed his hold on the base of Nick’s dick and stroked slowly and surely. He sucked on the head alone. This gave him much more freedom of movement, he realized, and he didn’t gag again.

  Added to his growing list of surprises, he didn’t feel repulsed by sucking a man’s dick. Was it because said dick belonged to Nick? Love, the ultimate deep-throating enabler? He chuckled at his own silliness.

  With the eagerness of a kid in a candy shop, Tom probed the tiny slit on top, where more fluids built up, and each time Nick moaned and jerked. Sensitive, he thought, purring with delight. He licked around the mushroom-shaped head, the silky surface like a furnace against his tongue. He stuck the tip of his tongue on the underside of the bulbous tip, and Nick actually freaking sobbed.

  “How you doing up there, Nicky?”

  Nick slapped Tom over the head, just enough to ruffle his blond curls. “I hate you.”

  “So you want me to stop?” Tom teased.

  Nick’s jaw quivered. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Like I’d leave my best bud hanging.”

  Tom didn’t return to sucking Nick’s cock right away. He jacked him off slowly, watching Nick come unraveled. Whimpering, Nick thrashed on the bed, as if he couldn’t sit still for two seconds. Tom cherished the sight.

  Nick had defined musculature because he was slender without being thin, his brown skin accentuating the ridges and lines. He had virtually no body hair except for a thatch of pubes around his genitals. Tom knew Native American men were less hairy than white men but he’d never noted that distinction consciously with Nick. Now he had a front-row seat.

  The urge to explore grew till Tom had to obey the impulse. He released Nick’s cock and let his hands roam free and wander along the smooth, hairless surfaces of Nick’s lean figure. He felt the hardness there, the strength. It was intoxicating to have Nick at his mercy, so to speak.

  “I love your skin,” Tom whispered. “It’s so soft and dark. Like the sun’s your secret lover who’s kissed you all over. I’m a little jealous, to be honest.”

  Nick laughed so hard his body shimmied.

  And that long wild hair…. Tom wrapped a few strands around his fingers and tugged. Nick chuckled. Tom leaned in and inhaled the scent of pines and wilderness and man. He looked up at Nick’s face
, at the high cheekbones, the straight nose, the thin lips, the high forehead. Nick had the longest eyelashes Tom had ever seen on a guy. Tom brushed the hair out of Nick’s eyes and traced his lips with a fingertip. Nick tried to catch the errant fingers with his teeth, giggling.

  Tom felt so happy he almost burst apart from the immensity of it.

  “I’m so fucking crazy about you,” Tom murmured in awe.

  Nick blinked up at him. Then his cheeks grew ruddy, and a shy smile emerged. “I… I love you too. So much.” Then he chuckled awkwardly, perhaps to hide his embarrassment over saying it.

  Tom kissed him. Nick opened eagerly, and the kiss deepened. With frantic, needy motions, Nick pulled Tom on top of him. Finesse and slow discovery went right out the window. Nick let out a keen throaty sound as he tried to rip Tom’s jeans off. Finally Tom had to rise up and divest them on his own to save time and frustration. Then he undressed Nick the rest of the way as well and came to lie on top of him, both men naked, hot, and hard.

  Nick kissed the top of Tom’s nose. “I must have been blind or dumb all those years, not seeing how I really felt about you.”

  Tom kissed the side of Nick’s mouth. “Hey, answering dumb-dumb right here.”

  Their cocks nuzzled side by side, rubbing over each other, as Tom and Nick bumped and ground against each together. It was as if their hips did most of the talking. No permission asked. They just kept moving on their own. They fondled and groped each other, and learned all the secret places on their bodies, those reserved for lovers alone.

  “Is this weird?” Nick asked, sounding concerned between breathless kisses. “Too different from girls?”

  Tom groaned and chuckled at once, rolling his eyes. “Again with that? I don’t wanna think about girls right now, okay? I’m with you. I wanna be with you alone. No one else, regardless of gender, matters to me. Not now, not ever.”

  If Nick was shocked by Tom’s declarations of forever—as Tom was himself a little—he let it slide. Instead, he clung to Tom’s arms, neck, and back, wrapped his legs around Tom’s hips and butt, and rocked against him.

  “It’s like you know me,” Nick muttered against Tom’s neck, his breath fanning hotly over Tom’s sensitized skin, giving him goose bumps and hot flashes. “Like you know every inch of my body, every secret and hidden place in me, and you know just what to do with them.”

  Tom was surprised and proud of himself hearing that. Never having been with a guy, he had assumed he wasn’t doing as well as he could if he knew all the intricacies of gay sex and had more experience. But apparently Nick found him perfect. That alleviated Tom’s worries.

  Passion built inside him steadily, like pressure in a steam carriage. But he wasn’t quite boiling over yet.

  Tom petted and squeezed Nick’s firm buttcheeks, their plump hardness tempting. Then he slipped a finger between those cheeks and found a tiny hole there, quivering and hot to the touch. Nick sighed and pushed back.

  “Sorry,” Tom mumbled, afraid he’d offended Nick by touching an intimate place not even all gay guys liked to go near.

  Nick looked up at him in surprise. “Why? You didn’t hurt me.” A slow, sweet smile spread across his face. “I’ve never done… that, but I don’t mind you touching me everywhere. Wherever you want.”

  The instant thought of pushing his cock inside Nick’s willing ass sent Tom almost over the edge. His cock throbbed with need, his balls hiked up closer to his body, his groin burned. A steamy fantasy, to be sure, and one Tom hoped they’d get to do in real life… one day. Not today. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t think Nick was ready either, and neither man would want a rushed, possibly painful experience.

  But that didn’t mean Tom couldn’t play with Nick’s hole if he was gentle. So he wetted his fingers by putting two in his mouth, and then tested the tight ring. It refused to yield. Tom figured it would be best done with ample amounts of lube—which he didn’t have at hand at the moment.

  “Tom, please, I’m dying over here.” Nick’s hushed plea gave Tom palpitations.

  “I’ve got you, babe.”

  They clutched at each other, trying to reach everywhere at once. Tom lay on top of Nick and pumped his hips. Nick’s eager hands gripped his ass as if to urge him to move faster or harder or something. Nick threw his head back, exposing the long, thin column of his neck, and Tom nipped at the juncture of neck and shoulder gently, sucking up red spots wherever he could. He liked the idea of marking his friend, who was now his lover.

  “Tom? I love that you don’t rush or hurry but… for fuck’s sake, c’mon!”

  Tom laughed against Nick’s neck. But obligingly he increased his movements, their cocks rubbing between them, hard enough to cause sparks to fly. It was almost too much because it was so new, but it was not nearly enough since Tom had a hunch he’d never get enough of sex with Nick, no matter how many orgasms they shared.

  They pushed against each other, thrusting their hips, and panted over each other’s lips. All too soon—or not soon enough—their movements grew erratic and frantic. A desperate need built until it crested, the release an explosion in them both. They floated on the waves of climax as it swept over them, a fiery flood that surrounded them and washed through them from within.

  Tom groaned, the pleasure so intense it bordered on painful. Nick surged against him and murmured Tom’s name, over and over, his tone rising alarmingly until Tom had to kiss him quiet or stir the whole household.

  After their heartbeats calmed, Tom snuggled with Nick, keeping him close. He felt drowsy and sated. Nick pushed closer to him and buried his face in the nook of his neck. For a while they held each other without a word, lazily caressing each other’s bodies.

  “Wanna go to Beach Park tomorrow?” Nick asked sleepily.

  Tom snorted. “And do what? Swim in the buff? Jesus, it’s October, you idiot.”

  “I’m game if you are.”

  “Oh God, not this shit again.”

  “Chicken….” Nick made annoying barnyard animal noises.

  Tom proceeded to tickle Nick till the guy caved and begged for mercy.

  Chapter 14

  “HEY.”

  Nick watched with slight trepidation and rising anxiety as Tom approached Bill Little on the front lawn of Bill’s house by the waterfront. Nick had known this would happen and had even encouraged Tom to do it, but his stomach still knotted with nerves.

  “What do you want?” Bill asked with a menacing growl. But his expression remained wary and on guard, so he clearly wasn’t about to attack Tom, not right away anyway.

  Tom stood his ground, legs planted, appearing serene. “I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have hit you. It was wrong—even if you instigated the whole thing. In any case, I’m sorry.”

  Bill scowled, seemingly unconvinced. “What-the-fuck-ever. Get lost.”

  Tom, however, wasn’t done. “I threatened you with what my dad could do to you too. That was stupid. I’m apologizing because I… I’m not like him—or like you. I’m not a bully. I don’t want to go around hurting people.” His hands fisted at his sides, and Bill tensed up. “That said, if you try to be an asshole to either me or Nick again….”

  Leaving the sentence hanging in the air had the desired effect. Fear flashed in Bill’s eyes, and he gulped. His face hardened as he schooled his features. Then he sneered, dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and retreated back inside his house. Midmorning sun illuminated the red walls and brought out strong colors from autumn leaves.

  As Nick drew in a long breath of fresh air, the pressure within eased. They would probably never find out why Bill was such a dickwad, but perhaps he’d stay out of their way from now on. “Well, that went a lot better than I expected.” When Tom shrugged, Nick asked, “So what are we going to do now?” They had the rest of the day off until Nick’s parents came home.

  Tom smirked and winked. “What do you think… baby?”

  NICK MOANED when Tom licked around his glans and kept flicking at the swee
t spot under the ridge. Tom’s smug laughter echoed in Nick’s ears. Then Tom covered him with his body again, and they rubbed against each other. Their cocks pressed together and nuzzled lovingly, both leaking and hot.

  For now this was enough. Other sexual escapades could wait.

  “I’m gonna come,” Nick whispered in Tom’s ear as he held on to his shoulders.

  “Me too,” Tom grunted, thrusting against Nick fiercely.

  Nick wrapped himself around Tom like a crushing vine, his grip tight, his movements on the frenzied side. Tom clung to Nick too, his weight solid on top of Nick, his skin hot and slick with sweat, his muscles taut, his smell potent, his actions vigorous and unrelenting.

  Then Tom slid a finger between Nick’s asscheeks and teased his entrance. The promise of what could be was enough to push Nick over the edge and headlong into a storm of pure pleasure. It surprised him how much more wonderful an orgasm felt with another person than with only his own hand.

  Tom groaned and slammed against Nick, almost bruising him. His cock erupted, and jets of hot, creamy come sprayed between them, smeared by their writhing bodies.

  They continued to move lazily until the tremors wracking them ceased. Then they merely hung on to one another, hugging and kissing and winding down.

  Nick chuckled. “God, we’re sticky.”

  Tom raised his head from Nick’s neck long enough to peer down at him with amusement. “You mean we’re sticking together for the rest of our lives, don’t you?”

  Nick laughed. “Fuck, you’re such a comedian.” He wiggled against Tom. “Shower. Now.”

  As Nick shimmied from under Tom, he heard Tom murmur, “And here I thought nice guys finished last. But I made you come ahead of me like a damn rocket.”

  His proud tone merely sent a new barrage of giggles through Nick. God, how he loved this guy.

  “OH, HONEY, I’m so glad you’ve got a friend who stuck to his guns.” Leona Corwin smiled at Tom, who blushed and ducked his head at the praise, still fresh as a daisy from the shower.