by K. C. Wells
Tommy clicked on Answer. “Hey.”
“I was beginning to think you didn’t want to talk to me.” Mike sounded amused.
“No, no, I was talkin’ to Ben,” Tommy explained rapidly. “How’re you?” He groaned inwardly at his attempts at conversation, but his nerves had got the better of him.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Mike sounded pleased. “Okay, I’m sure you want to know what my decision is.”
Oh shit. “Okay,” he said slowly, drawing out the syllables.
“Saturday evening. My house. Dinner.”
There was a husky quality to Mike’s voice that went straight to Tommy’s dick.
“I’ll text you the address. Arrive sixish. That sound good?”
“Yeah.” The word came out as a croak.
“Good. Then I’ll see you Saturday.” There was a pause. “Oh, and, Tommy? Plan on staying the night.” Then the call disconnected.
Tommy’s room was suddenly very quiet.
He stared at the phone. Did he just say what I think he said? Okay, so Mike hadn’t come right out and said it, but Tommy’d have to be an idiot to not get the message.
Oh. My. Lord. Butterflies had invaded his stomach and were tramping all over it with little tiny boots. His heart was clearly trying to see just how hard it could pound before it burst inside his chest. His skin tingled everywhere, and as for his dick? No wonder he felt light-headed.
Tommy got up from his seat at the desk, exited his room, and went next door into Ben’s. His roommate was lying on his bed, eyes closed, earphones plugged into his iPhone. Judging from the way his hips were moving, the music had a good rhythm to it. Not that Tommy had expected to find Ben studying. He’d heard Ben’s daddy talking about Ben’s grades.
Tommy touched Ben lightly on the arm. Ben gave a start and opened his eyes. He pulled the earphones free and sat up in a hurry.
“Well?”
Tommy sat down on the bed next to him, hands clasped together between his knees, leaning forward. “I’m invited to dinner on Saturday. An’ he wants me to stay the night.”
Ben let out a loud whoop. “Hoo boy! Tommy’s gonna finally lose his cherry!” His face was contorted with glee.
Tommy whacked him on the arm. “Will you just hush?” There were two other bedrooms in their suite in the dorm, and he didn’t really want their occupants knowing his private business.
Ben calmed pretty quick. “Okay, we need to talk.” He pulled open a drawer beside his bed, rummaged around in it, and then threw something at Tommy, which landed at his feet with a thump.
Tommy glanced down, and immediately his face grew hot. “Just how many condoms do you think I’m gonna need?” Six or seven foil packets lay on the rug in front of him, along with a bottle of…. He picked it up and examined it, his ears hotter than ever.
“That hasn’t been opened,” Ben said. “And believe me, you’re gonna need it. My advice to anyone having sex for the first time is always, ‘Lube, lube, and more lube.’” He cackled. “A gay boy’s best friend. And as for how many condoms you’ll need, I’m just telling you to be prepared, is all.”
Tommy stuffed the condoms into his jeans pocket. The lube was another story.
“And there’s something else we need to talk about,” Ben added, his expression more serious. “You need to go to the drugstore and buy yourself an enema kit.”
“Say what?”
He became very still. Ben nodded, and Tommy swallowed.
“I really need one?”
“What if Mike wants to stick his tongue up your ass?”
Tommy gaped. “Why in hell would he wanna do that?”
Ben sighed. “I keep forgetting, you don’t watch porn.”
Tommy snorted. “Well, if that’s what happens in porn, I don’t wanna watch, no, sir!”
There was suddenly a knowing look on Ben’s face. “Give it time,” he said with a smile.
This was getting a little too real. “Seriously, Ben?”
Ben gave him a sympathetic glance. “Yeah, seriously.” He hesitated. “You want me to come with you to the drugstore?”
Tommy thought about it. “No,” he said after a moment. “If I’m old enough to have sex, then I guess I’m old enough to suck it up an’ go get it myself.”
Ben nodded in approval. “The important thing is to make sure you’re squeaky clean—inside and out.”
Tommy swallowed again, hard, and Ben patted his knee.
“It’s gonna be fine. There’s always a first time. Besides, you may not even need the condoms, but like I said, it pays to be prepared. Never assume your date is gonna have them—you have to take responsibility for your body. And if he does want to fuck, you make sure one—or both—of you is wearing one. You got that?”
Tommy had to smile at that. “It’s okay. I had the ‘putting the condom on the banana’ class in high school too.” Human Development classes had really gotten interesting at that point.
“One final piece of advice?” Ben smiled. “Enjoy it. Remember, it’s supposed to be fun.”
“Was your first time fun?” Tommy wanted to know.
Ben chuckled. “We were both virgins, we didn’t have a clue, and yeah, it was fucking hilarious. At least Mike knows what he’s doing. Well, he should, given his age.” He winked. “You might like to find that out, once and for all, this weekend. Consider it homework.”
Tommy had the impression he’d have far more important things on his mind.
Chapter Thirteen
MIKE TOOK a last walk through the house, checking everywhere was clean and tidy. The meal was in the slow cooker, and the potatoes au gratin were ready to shove into the oven. All that was left was to steam the broccoli and warm the bread through. The round glass table in his dining room was set, silverware and wineglasses gleaming, and the chairs had clean cotton covers over them. In the bedroom, he’d put fresh white sheets on the bed, and a white throw was on top of the ottoman. The house positively sparkled.
He glanced at his watch. Tommy should be arriving any minute. Mike was amazed to find he was nervous. He thought back. When was the last time he’d had someone to the house? Not since Dirk, that was for sure. He felt the usual twist in his gut; Dirk had been pretty special. No, more than that—Mike had really thought he’d found a life partner. When he’d discovered how Dirk had been keeping his feelings quiet about Mike’s career, it had been a real blow.
Sunday night, Kevin had asked, quite casually, if Mike intended to let Tommy know about the porn. His first reaction had been that Tommy didn’t need to know. They were only gonna have sex, for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t as if Mike was proposing. Kevin had pursed his lips, making it clear he thought Mike was making a mistake. Mike shook his head at the recollection. Kevin could be such a queen.
The doorbell rang, and Mike almost jumped out of his skin.
Fuck. I need to calm down.
He walked into the hallway and opened the front door. Tommy stood on the step, dressed in the same jeans he’d worn on New Year’s, a white shirt, and the black leather jacket. Mike was pleased he hadn’t gotten rid of the scruff on his jawline. It made Tommy look so sexy.
“Come on in.”
He stepped to one side to let Tommy enter. Tommy glanced around him, one hand rubbing against his jeans-clad thigh, the other clasping an overnight bag. Mike held out a hand.
“Give me your jacket and I’ll hang it up for you in the hall closet.” When Tommy dropped the bag to the floor to remove his jacket, Mike gestured to it. “Shall I take this from you and put it in my room?”
Tommy blinked. “Uh… sure.” He nibbled at his lower lip, handing Mike both his jacket and the bag.
Mike pointed to the living room. “Have a seat, and when I come back, I’ll get you a drink, okay?”
Tommy nodded and entered the room. Mike put the jacket on a hanger in the small closet and then hurried into the bedroom, where he placed the bag on the chair at the foot of the bed. When he returned to the living
room, Tommy was gazing at the fireplace from his seat on the couch.
“D’you use it?”
Mike nodded. “The house was built in the forties, and it stays pretty warm throughout winter. But I do love a good fire on a cold night.”
Tommy smiled. “Always did love a fire.” He sniffed the air. “Something sure smells good.”
“We’re having coq au vin for dinner, so I hope you like chicken.”
Tommy’s eyes lit up, which Mike took for a yes.
“I have some red wine opened in the kitchen. Would you like a glass before dinner? Or do you still not drink?”
Tommy chuckled. “I kinda fell off that bandwagon the Friday before I asked you to have breakfast with me.”
Mike widened his eyes, and Tommy flushed.
“Ben—my roommate—and his sister got me drinkin’ peach schnapps.”
That flush crept higher, to the tips of his ears, and Mike thought it adorable.
“Let’s just say my tongue gets loose when I drink an’ leave it at that.”
Mike laughed. “I bet you were cute when you were drunk.”
Tommy stared at him.
“What?”
Tommy smiled. “Hell, only my momma’s ever called me cute. Oh, an’ Kevin at Woofs.”
Then that shy smile faltered, and Mike didn’t need to guess why. The memory of what had taken place over the winter break must’ve still been pretty raw.
He clapped his hands together. “So is that a yes on the wine?”
“Sure.” Tommy shrugged. “I don’t know a lot about wine.”
“You’ll like this.” Mike walked out of the living room into the kitchen, where the bottle of merlot stood on the countertop. He poured out two glasses and carried them through into the living room.
Tommy took a glass and sipped from it. He gave an appreciative nod. “Tastes good.” He put the glass down on the tiny square table in from of him and drew in a deep breath.
Mike sat next to him. “You okay?” He set down his own glass and relaxed against the cushions, hoping Tommy would follow suit.
Tommy scraped his hand through his short hair and then rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “This is harder than I thought it’d be,” he said quietly. He laced his fingers together, eyes focused on the woven rug beneath the table.
Shit. Mike leaned over and stroked Tommy’s back, keeping the movement slow. “You change your mind?” Not that Mike gave a flying fuck if he had. What was more important was that Tommy was okay.
Tommy inclined his head, his eyes large and round. “This… this is a huge deal for me, Mike.” A tremor rippled through him.
Mike kept up the slow rubbing. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything. You’re here to have dinner, right?” He let his fingers travel up and down Tommy’s spine, trying to ease the tension.
Tommy shook his head. “I… I want this, okay? Really, I do. It’s just that—” He inhaled deeply. “—all my life my parents taught me that sex only had one place, and that was in marriage. That sex outside of marriage was plain wrong. I listened in church when they preached against immorality an’ the ‘pleasures of the flesh.’”
Mike listened in silence. He’d already worked out what it must’ve been like, growing up in Tommy’s family.
“Then I get to college, an’ everything changes.” Tommy looked him in the eye. “I don’t know if I can make you understand, but I’ll try. It’s like….” He closed his eyes. “Everything my life was based upon—the rules, the teachin’s, how people are s’posed to behave—it all got stripped away, little by little.” Tommy opened his eyes and looked at Mike. “I’ve spent more ’n a year an’ a half in the real world, an’ it’s so different, Mike. I watch television, for one thing.”
Mike stared at him. “You didn’t watch TV at home?”
Tommy smiled. “Sure, we had one, but my parents got to choose what we watched. An’ there was no cable. But the stuff I see on TV is….” He shook his head once more, his expression bewildered. Then his eyes widened. “An’ then there’s sex. Mike, people’re havin’ sex everywhere!”
Mike laughed. “Well, yeah.” He was beginning to see Tommy clearly for the first time, a young man who was slowly but surely breaking down all the barriers that had surrounded him all his life. All the structure he’d known had been torn away from him. Being away from his parents for the first time had to have been a real culture shock.
“Asking you to….” Tommy blushed furiously. “I’ve never been so forward in my life. I just knew I wanted you, wanted you so bad that you were all I could think about.” He glanced at Mike through long dark brown lashes. “When you said you wanted to think about it, I was sure you were gonna say no.”
Mike sighed. “Look at it from my point of view. Suddenly there’s this gorgeous young man taking an interest in me.”
When Tommy gaped at him, Mike had to smile.
“You know how you laughed when I asked why you’d picked me and you said, ‘Have you seen yourself in a mirror?’ Well, I could say the same thing to you.” When Tommy tilted his head, Mike continued. “You have no idea how beautiful you were, standing there in that parking lot, offering me what amounted to a very appealing gift.” He reached out and stroked Tommy’s cheek. “One that I’d be a fool to turn down.” There was a look of wide-eyed innocence about him that really got to Mike.
Before Tommy could say another word, Mike cupped his face and drew him closer, until their mouths were almost touching. Tommy shivered, but he said nothing. Mike inhaled, taking Tommy’s warm, clean scent into his nostrils.
“Too much talking,” he whispered, and then his lips met Tommy’s, soft and pliant. Mike slid his tongue between Tommy’s lips and explored his mouth as Tommy remained still. There was a fluttery feeling in his belly at that first taste of Tommy.
Then Tommy relaxed, hands tentatively coming to rest on Mike’s biceps, while those soft lips were feeding him the sweetest little noises, ones that spoke of need and desire. Mike stroked his tongue in and out of that hot mouth, his fingertips caressing Tommy’s cheek and chin. Tommy closed his eyes, and Mike eased him down onto his back on the couch, his own body coming to rest on top of that firm, muscled flesh. Tommy spread, one foot on the floor, his arms slipping around Mike, hands splayed across his back. Mike forced himself to lie still, concentrating on the mouth that pushed low moans into his. Tommy cupped the back of Mike’s head and deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking over Mike’s, hesitant at first but growing more confident. He opened his eyes to gaze up at Mike, and their lips parted. Tommy’s breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling. Mike could feel how hard the young man was, and he had to fight the urge to grind against him. He didn’t want to rush this.
“I like how you kiss,” Tommy said at last, his breath warm against Mike’s mouth.
Mike gave him a slow smile. “Well, that’s good, ’cause I like your mouth.” He rubbed a thumb over Tommy’s bottom lip and caught his breath when Tommy opened for him and sucked it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Mike’s face. Fuck. Tommy had good instincts. “That is very sexy.” Tommy sucked harder, and Mike’s already stiff dick jerked in his jeans. Tommy stared at him. Mike couldn’t help himself. He rotated his hips, letting his erection rub against Tommy’s hip. “You feel that? You feel how hard you’re making me?”
Tommy freed his thumb. “Yes,” he whispered, pupils growing larger.
All Mike could think about was that firm flesh, bare, against his. “You hungry?”
Tommy bit his lip, his eyes shining. “For you, yes.”
There was only so much a man could take.
Mike sat up and held out his hand to Tommy. “Then let’s move this to bed. Dinner’s not gonna spoil.”
Tommy gazed at his outstretched hand and then nodded. “Okay.”
He clasped it, and Mike pulled him to his feet. Standing so close only served to remind Mike of Tommy’s size. The young man was at least three inches taller than him and equally a
s wide as Mike across the chest.
He held that sweet face between his hands and looked Tommy in the eye. “Still time to change your mind, y’know.” Mike wasn’t about to push it if Tommy wasn’t totally into the idea.
Tommy smiled. “You’re a good man, Mike.” He dipped his chin and kissed Mike softly on the lips. When he broke the kiss, his breathing quickened. “Where’s this bedroom of yours?”
Mike laughed. “Eager, much?” He loved seeing the flush on Tommy’s cheeks. Maybe not eager; Tommy was clearly nervous as hell. “Then come with me.” He led him out of the living room, across the hall, and into his bedroom.
Tommy glanced at the room. The light was starting to fade as the sun had just set, so Mike switched on the two lamps on either side of the bed. Their light bathed the room in a warm glow. Tommy stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the white comforter, pillows, and cushions, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Mike crossed the room to stand beside him. “It’s just a bed,” he said quietly.
Then with a grin, he pushed Tommy backward onto it. Tommy laughed, a nervous edge to his voice, and shuffled back until he was fully on the bed. Mike followed, leaning over Tommy, straddling one thigh.
“I’m not done with that mouth of yours just yet.” His voice sounded hoarse to his ears.
Tommy grabbed hold of Mike around the waist and lifted his head to meet Mike’s mouth. They shared a soft, lingering kiss before Mike moved to lie beside him, his arm under Tommy’s neck, his hand on his chest. Mike began with soft, slow kisses, keeping it chaste until Tommy finally stopped trembling and relaxed into the mattress. Mike smiled against his mouth.
“That’s it.”
He resumed kissing, only now he slid his tongue between Tommy’s lips, deepening the kiss. Tommy fed a low moan into his mouth and cupped Mike’s head, stroking his nape as he returned the kiss. Mike rubbed his hand slowly over Tommy’s wide chest while he worked Tommy’s mouth, licking and sucking. He caught Tommy’s tongue between his lips and sucked, pulling at it gently and drawing soft groans from Tommy. Mike could feel Tommy’s hips beginning to move, could hear those almost constant noises, whimpers and sighs that told him just how much Tommy was getting into this.
