Eddie

Awake

I woke up, it seemed like out of some dream, where Eddie and I just kept going and going. More sex, more biting, more of everything.

His warm hand was on my face, so gently. It had to have been a dream, right?

But it also seemed like there had been a second dream, with me plotting out our whole future.

Damn. I loved just looking at him. Even if I knew he knew that.

But it felt like I had to get my second dream out before I forgot it, so I just jumped in, talking about moving somewhere exciting, about him being even more successful as an athlete, about me being even more successful academically, about us moving on with our life, and on, and on, and on.

Eddie seemed deeply engaged in listening to the whole thing, as I went on and on, maybe more excited than I had ever been. He seemed to be getting excited right together with me. It was like my dream had become our dream.

And of course somehow he became more and more attractive, the longer I went on.

Wow. I was really in bed with him.

The thought of our future got me more and more excited, and it seemed to be exciting him too. I was about as aggressive as he had probably ever seen me, since that was one of the number of things I mostly kept to myself. And he just listened and listened, until I almost broke down emotionally, even as he did as well.

Wow. I had no idea what had overcome me.

And then Eddie looked at me for a few seconds before saying anything.

“So I have a bit of a crazy question, mister planner.”

Of course I was all ears.

“Any chance you still have the keys to the cabin and all with you?”

That threw me for a loop, so it took me a couple of seconds to remember. They were still in my pants pocket, on the floor.

He smiled. “So I have a follow-up.”

Now he had really calmed me down.

“It’s Saturday. And I almost never miss a practice.”

My eyes widened a bit: “But?”

“We’re heading back to the mountains, Jordan. Like right now.”

“Uh. We’re naked…”

“Uh. First. I don’t care. But if you insist, we can throw the minimum on before we run out to the truck and get going. Are you willing to stay the night with me?”

Damn. I had felt so equal just a few minutes ago, and now he had climbed way on top of me, just like that.

“All night?”

“And maybe most of tomorrow, too, to be honest. We have time and space to play it by ear.”

He kissed me. So gently.

“I’ve never spent an entire night with anyone. Ever.”

I breathed deep. Of course neither had I.

He didn’t wait for an answer.

We threw on shirts, pants, grabbed whatever else was convenient, slipped on our shoes. And headed off.

I almost got in the other door. But he insisted, so I got in his. Even in broad daylight. Right there in his driveway.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

Even the way we looked at each other seemed to have changed. Completely. His eyes seemed even more beautiful than before. But they felt like they were mine, somehow. I didn’t know what to think about this, at all. I was lost, or found, or something. Wow. Was this the difference somehow between love and lust?

Even my trembling seemed a bit different. My head was spinning, but not as wildly as before. Everything seemed calmer.

And I was a bottom even more than before.

As we headed out of town, he slipped his right hand down the back of my pants, and worked a finger or two into my hole.

“Wow. I can’t even tell you how much I’m looking forward to this.” As he slipped another finger in.

“So tell me. You really are sore?”

Damn. This was all so casual. So open, somehow. It was like a storm had passed, and taken us with it. To some crazy incredibly quiet place.

“I do want you to tell me, but we’ll make it up there before it gets dark, right?”

So many curve balls. “We should.”

“Maybe we can have a nice walk around the hill, right?”

The wild man had turned into a romantic?

He kissed me. I kissed him back.

“This is like our first real day. Wow. My heart feels so at home with you.”

I was not predicting anything here. At all. My heart was like in freefall, with me only knowing that he was gently catching it, the entire time.

“I don’t mean for any of this to feel weird. Really. It was just that the more you talked, the more I knew I never ever want to forget this day. And. Honestly. I never want to be away from you. For more reasons than I can even begin to count. So thank you, even just for being with me.”

He laughed: “Even if you have become so very very silent. I assume that’s ok, right?”

I tried to figure out what to say. I knew I was his. It was just all of a sudden so very different, yet again.

“Don’t worry, Jordan. Really.” And somehow as if to prove it, he undid his already open pants even further, as if showing me his hard cock was somehow supposed to let me know everything was ok.

Wow. He was so much more mature than me, in so many ways.

And still so damned horny?

“You’re happy with how things have gone?” I was trying to break my silence however I could.

“Honestly?”

“I have two regrets. One, that I waited so long.”

“And?”

“Two. I should have left a hundred roses in your room.”