True Blue

by Connie Bailey

  “Where’d that come from?”

  “A vending machine.” Heydn smiled. “Or perhaps an itinerant shaman.”

  Blue smiled back. “Then anoint me with yon magic elixir.”

  “I thought I’d chow down for a while.”

  “Later. I’m really into this.” “Cool.” Heydn poured a stream of thick clear liquid onto his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. Pulling Blue’s ass to the edge of the counter, he squirted more lube down Blue’s crack. Blue snagged a hand towel and slipped it between his butt and the cold marble. Setting the bottle aside, Heydn rubbed the slippery stuff around Blue’s opening and pressed the end of his thumb inside. Blue mewled and let his head drop back against the foggy mirror as Heydn found his prostate again.

  “Do not cum yet,” Heydn ordered, taking hold of his dick. He seated the tip and leaned until it popped through the small port. Lifting Blue’s legs on his forearms, he eased in a couple of more inches. “How does that feel, my beauty?”

  “Good, my lord,” Blue groaned. Heydn withdrew and pushed back in, maintaining a depth of a few inches. Blue braced his feet against Heydn’s chest, his toes curling against Heydn’s chiseled pectorals as the curved cock dipped in and out of his sheath, tagging his prostate with each thrust. He began to moan helplessly each time Heydn entered him, savoring the stretch and the lancing bolt of dulcet lightning that galvanized his groin.

  “Oh my God, Heydn,” he groaned. “I can’t believe what you’re doing to me.”

  “Good?” Blue reached for his cock, but Heydn got there first. He took Blue’s shaft in his slippery fingers and pumped it to the same sweet beat at which he thrust into the tight channel. Blue whimpered and tried to lift his pelvis.

  “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Show me how this pleases you,” Heydn said, stroking faster. Blue spurted with a strangled cry, his passage contracting strongly around Heydn’s rod. Heydn continued to fondle Blue’s cock as it dribbled another small load of cum. Leaning forward, he sank his full length into the clenched channel as he sought Blue’s lips.

  “Never have I known such pleasure, my lord,” Blue sighed just before Heydn kissed him. Sucking Blue’s lower lip into his mouth, Heydn began to thrust slow and deep. When, he took Blue’s mouth again, Blue responded hotly, melding their lips together as he plucked at Heydn’s nipples. Heydn moaned as he broke the kiss and leaned back, spreading Blue’s legs wide, pinning his knees to the counter.

  “Say you belong to me,” he commanded. “I am yours, my lord.” Blue relaxed, leaning back on his elbows as Heydn plumbed his depths. “You have conquered me with your mighty sword.”

  Heydn looked into Blue’s eyes and thrust harder, the strokes becoming erratic. “I love you,” he groaned as he buried himself in the clutching quicksand of Blue’s sheath. Blue held Heydn’s eyes as the other young man’s release unfurled. Heydn put his arms around Blue and lifted him, hugging him tight. Blue wrapped his legs around Heydn and hugged him back. After a few moments, Heydn turned and carried Blue to the bed. Putting Blue down on his back, Heydn collapsed in the cradle of his thighs and let out a long satisfied breath.

  “That was awesome.”

  “Aye…I mean yeah, it was. Still is, actually.”

  Heydn rocked gently from side to side, shifting his sated cock, and Blue made a small indeterminate noise. “Want me to pull out?” Heydn asked.

  “No. I’m kind of curious about what it feels like to have you go soft inside me.”

  “That’s not gonna happen,” Heydn predicted.

  “Fine. Let’s just lay here for a while, okay?”

  “Whatever you say.” Heydn relaxed, nuzzling languidly at Blue’s neck, trailing his fingers lightly over Blue’s skin.

  “This is nice,” Blue said drowsily. “This is what I want.”

  “What?”

  “Out of life,” Blue clarified. “I don’t care if I have a lot of money, or success, or fame, as long as I can have this with someone I love who loves me back.” Heydn kissed Blue then and the caress soon involved their entire bodies. Pushing Blue’s legs farther apart with his knees, Heydn licked and sucked at the other young man’s nipples. Blue twisted and turned, arching his back, his reactions moving Heydn’s dick in his sheath. Tentatively, he lifted his pelvis, engulfing more of the hard length. Heydn groaned in sheer pleasure and bit down on one of Blue’s nipples. Impulsively, Blue rolled until Heydn was under him. Bracing his hands on Heydn’s chest, Blue rose up and sank down, tightening his sphincter, making love to Heydn’s cock.

  “Ah, shit, Blue!” Heydn panted. “That feels so damned good. I’m cumming.” Grabbing Blue by the waist, Heydn thrust upward a couple of times and came powerfully. He froze with Blue astride him as his seed geysered out, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh of Blue’s flanks before he caved and his ass hit the bed. Blue grunted and grimaced as Heydn’s cock was driven deep into his passage.

  “Aw hell, I’m sorry,” Heydn said breathlessly. “Let me just…” Gently, he withdrew and pulled Blue into his arms. “Damn. That was…. I’ve never felt anythin’ like that.” Neither had Blue. The power he sensed once while making love with Astor had not been a fluke. He could give or withhold pleasure at his whim. It was another chance to make a choice that revealed his character, like his enjoyment of role-playing. Sex, after all, was no less complicated than anything else in life was, even though it was advertized as a primal function as natural as breathing.

  “Hey.” Heydn jostled Blue lightly. “You just let me know if you ever want to turn the tables.”

  “What?”

  “Well, so far I got to be on top every time, with the notable exception of this last one.”

  “Are we supposed to switch off, or something?”

  “We don’t have to, but if you wanted to be the fucker instead of the fuckee…”

  “I don’t think of it that way. I think of us as doing each other. It doesn’t matter to me whose dick goes where. Well…it kind of does. I like having you inside me.”

  “Mmm. I like bein’ inside you,” Heydn purred as he kissed Blue’s shoulder. “But if you wanted to do it the other way ’round, I would.”

  “Sounds like you’d be making a big sacrifice for me.”

  “No, it’s not like that.”

  “You sure?”

  “Well, maybe a little. A guy put his cock in me once and I thought I was gonna tear right down the middle. But if you wanted it, I’d be glad to try it again.”

  “That’s why you’re so…” Blue’s voice trailed off.

  “What?”

  “I wondered why you seemed so…grateful. It feels so good to me when you’re moving in and out.”

  “Aw, damn. Now I’m gettin’ hard again.”

  “That’s okay. We know how to make the swelling go down.” Heydn shivered as Blue squeezed his shaft. “I was so surprised when you came that first time we did it. I just knew it meant we belonged together. Fuck. When I look back on it, I can’t figure out how I could leave you. How could I fool myself into thinkin’ that all we were doin’ was playin’ around?”

  Blue leaned over and drew the flat of his tongue up the underside of Heydn’s cock.

  “Are you trying to change the subject?” Heydn raised his head to look down at his crotch.

  Blue flashed him a wicked look from under his thick eyelashes as he wiggled the tip of his tongue in the slit at the end of Heydn’s dick.

  “This is my hell, isn’t it? I pretended that all I wanted from you was sex, and now that’s all I’m going to get. Is that right?”

  With a sigh, Blue sat up and crossed his ankles in front of him. “I don’t know,” he said. “Would you hand me that bottle of water?”

  Heydn watched Blue drink as he continued. “I know you’re sick of hearing this, but all I want is you.”

  “Probably because you think you can’t have me.” Blue picked up the remote and hit the mute button.

  “Ouch. Do you really think this is just about win
ning?”

  “Well, you’re a jock, and jocks are all about competition, right? You like trophies.”

  Heydn sat up too and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’m surprised that you of all people would reduce me to a cliché.”

  “You’re right.” Blue traced the pattern of the comforter with a forefinger. “I wasn’t being fair.”

  Carefully, Heydn sat back down. “You mean just now, or did you mean something else?”

  “I said I was over you and that I didn’t blame you for doing what you did when you left me. The truth is that I never got over you and I never truly gave you the benefit of the doubt when you came back.”

  “If you needed revenge, you’ve got it. Every minute that I’m with you knowing that you’re not mine is like hydrochloric acid in a razor cut.”

  Blue met Heydn’s eyes. “Yeah. That’s what it feels like. Approximately. But you left out how it’s impossible to get warm.”

  “Yeah. That’s right. And the hollowness in your stomach like you’re hungry all the time.”

  “Love sucks.”

  “Not having it sure does blow.”

  “Come here,” Blue said, opening his arms. Heydn turned and lay on his belly, wrapping his arms around Blue’s waist and resting his head in Blue’s lap. Blue finger-combed Heydn’s short hair and stroked the muscles of his back and shoulders as they rested in the companionable silence of people that share a bond. They roused again after a time and did to each other whatever things they thought would bring pleasure until exhaustion closed their eyes.

  The new day began in the same way the old one ended: with a bang and more than one whimper. They barely got out of the room by checkout time and got into the elevator with hair wet from the last bout in the shower. To Heydn, Blue seemed an almost mythical creature as he lounged against the marble sheathing of the elevator walls, dark locks in disarray around pale features, his lips red from ardent kisses, eyes liquid with a passion recently quenched, a faun, an incubus, Ganymede.

  “You have the goofiest look on your face,” Blue said as the elevator chimed.

  “Daydreaming,” Heydn said as the doors slid open on the lobby. “And now, back to reality.” Chapter 18 Theyarrived at campus in time for dinner, but stayed away from the cafeteria. Without discussing it, Heydn followed Blue to Blue’s room and came inside. As he hung his hoodie on the back of the door, he saw a piece of paper on the floor.

  “Hey, Blue. I think this is a note for you,” he said, holding it out.

  Blue put down his backpack and took the paper. “What the eff?” he whispered as he read.

  “What is it?” “It’s from Peyton.” Blue pulled his phone from his pocket and turned it on. “Nine missed calls,” he muttered. “Hang on.”

  Heydn scanned the note that simply directed Blue to check his damned messages. His eyes on the other young man, Heydn waited until Blue took the phone from his ear. “What?”

  “Rolly’s in the emergency room,” Blue said, as he punched Peyton’s number and put the phone back to his ear. “Yeah, I’m back,” he said. “Where? Sure, come on over.” Blue put the cell away. “He’ll be here in a minute and tell us all about it. You want some water, or something?”

  “You know what I want, but if Peyn’s on his way over, we probably don’t have time.”

  “I’m not sure I could even if we did have time. I’m just about sexed out.”

  Heydn put his arms around Blue from behind, crossing them under Blue’s chin. Gently, he rubbed his jaw against Blue’s cheek. “Don’t mind me,” he said. “We don’t have to do it every five minutes.”

  Blue leaned against Heydn’s solid chest. “You don’t have to hang around, you know.”

  “I can handle Peyton in my present mood.”

  “It isn’t necessary.”

  “I’d like to stay with you.”

  Blue flinched when Peyton knocked and called out simultaneously. Pulling away from Heydn, he opened the door and let his friend in. Peyton saw Heydn, nodded, and then ignored him.

  “What happened?” Blue prompted. “Rolly got bashed. He was hurt bad enough to go to the hospital. They broke his arm, some ribs, his nose and a few fingers. Rolly must have put up a hell of a fight. After they got him down, they kicked him for a while, called him names, told him they were going to kill him. Who knows? If Judson Lenoir hadn’t come jogging down the path and scared them off, they might have killed him.”

  “Who were they?”

  Peyton shrugged. “Rolly said they wore hoods made out of pillowcases. Can you believe that? We’ve got our own little Klan here at Acton.”

  “Rolly will be okay, right?”

  “There could be internal stuff that hasn’t shown up yet, but the bones will mend and…” Peyton’s voice broke. “It’s my fault.”

  “How is it your fault? Were they after you?” “Rolly was my source for the newspaper articles about hypocritical homophobes at Acton. He kind of spied on some people for me and took photos. He told me the guys that attacked him started out by asking if he was that little fag that was always sneaking around.”

  “Then I guess it is your fault,” Heydn said. Blue gave Heydn a look of disbelief. “No, he’s right,” Peyton said. “Thanks, Case. You’re the only one that’s had the balls to say it to my face. I did this and I have to own up to it.”

  “You didn’t plan on Rolly getting hurt.” “Blue, please,” Peyton sighed. “How many times did you warn me about messing with King and his pack of hyenas? I knew they could be dangerous if they turned on me, but I kept banging on the bars of their cages.”

  “That’s what good journalists do.”

  “But Rolly’s just a kid. We’re all just kids, really.”

  “It still matters,” Blue said.

  “That’s a bit cryptic,” Peyton said. “What matters?”

  “All of it.” Heydn spoke up again. “Just ask yourself one question. Have you been true to yourself?” “I thought so, but I might have lost sight of my idealism in the excitement of the play. The thought of sticking it to the preps right under everyone’s noses was so seductive. I would’ve done anything to pull it off after they censored my newspaper article, and you know how Rolly is. He wanted to get me the best dirt and he took too many risks.”

  “He idolizes you,” Blue said. “When can we visit?”

  “I was there until five today. We could go in the morning if we skip classes.”

  Blue nodded. “You’re going to love this,” Peyton said. “The attack happened on school property, right? The ambulance came from a private hospital. As far as I know, the police haven’t been notified. I called Rolly’s mom and she said Dean Whittaker had been in touch and she was making arrangements—her exact words. Meanwhile, the crime scene is open to anyone that cares to stroll through.”

  “So what?” Heydn said. “You know who it was.”

  “I have my suspicions.”

  “Suspicions? Would you like to hear mine? Allerton King might not care to skin his knuckles, but he’s got friends willin’ to do it for him. My money’s on Logan Newcombe as the chief suspect.”

  “If no one saw their faces, there’s not much that can be done,” Blue said.

  Heydn clenched his hands into fists. “A smack upside the head is what they need.”

  “You’re such a knuckle-dragger,” Peyton said. “Although, in this case, I understand your impulse toward violence.”

  “It’s what they understand,” Heydn said. “Right. It’s their tool,” Blue said. “We don’t have to be like that.”

  “Cookie, if one of those a-holes so much as sneezed on you, I’d make strawberry jelly out of him.”

  Peyton raised his eyebrows, but Blue spoke first. “No, you can’t call me Cookie,” he said.

  “But Heydn gets to?”

  “Not in public.”

  “I see. Well, I didn’t tell you all the news,” Peyton said. “Mr. McIntyre said we can keep doing the play as long as the offending scene is removed
.”

  “He’s quite a guy…for a teacher,” Heydn said.

  “Yeah.” Peyton sat back in his chair. “He’s kind of cute, too. In a Poindexter sort of way. The matching vests and bowties are meant to be playfully ironic, I think.”

  “Peyn!” Blue exclaimed. “Are you crushing on McIntyre?”

  “Maybe just a wee bit. I can’t do anything about until after graduation, so…”

  “Man, I leave for thirty-six hours and look what happens,” Blue sighed, falling back to lie on his bed with his feet on the floor.

  “Tell me all about your adventure,” Peyton said. “How was the con?”

  “I got this shirt,” Blue pulled the fabric away from his belly and looked at it. “I still like it.”

  Heydn held up his arm so Peyton could see the leather cuff. “We saw some pretty cool vids and costumes,” he said.

  “You stayed overnight. Nice hotel?”

  “Howland House,” Blue said.

  “I love their room service menu, you lucky dogs.” Peyton stood up. “It’s late,” he said. “You guys look tired. Call me when you wake up in the morning, okay?”

  “Sure,” Blue said, giving Peyton a quick hug.

  “Hey, Peyn,” Heydn said. “Thanks for being halfway nice to me.”

  “Was I? Guess I’m preoccupied. Good night.”

  Heydn closed the door behind Peyton and caught Blue watching him. “What? Do I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe?”

  “No. I was just looking at you. You’re really good-looking.” “Bullshit. I’m in pretty good shape, but my face is nothin’ special.”

  “You look like a prince to me.”

  “Come on.” Heydn turned away to hide his pleased smile.

  “I’m not trying to embarrass you.” Blue came to stand in front of Heydn. “Give me a kiss and say goodnight. I need to get some sleep.”

  “I can’t stay?”

  Blue shook his head.

  “There are two beds.”

  “I can see that, but we both know you wouldn’t stay in yours. And if you did, I wouldn’t stay in mine.”