Bird Came Down

Dear Readers, after over twenty chapters I don't get so much as a single comment or communication from any of you, which his actually fine. Comments are generally overrated, however, what we do get is votes, and when one or two assholes (you know who you are) sabotage a score in the high nines and knock it to the eights, making my work harder to find, the least you can do is bother to up vote. You don't comment, you don't show your faces and you certainly don't pay to read this work, so the very least thing you can do if you've been reading for the last twenty chapters is bother to vote when you see someone down voting my work. And now, back to our story...

Theme Song: Make You Feel My Love, (Adele Version)

Scott yawned, but he didn’t open his eyes. Scott pulled Matt closer and pressed himself tight to him. and Matt clasped his hand. Scott was a little awake now, and it felt good to hold his old friend. He loved everything that had happened last night. There had always been a barrier up between them when they were teenagers.

“Rise and shine sleepy head,” Matt murmured.

“Do we have to?” Scott yawned.

Matt slowly turned from Scott, lying on his back.

“It’s just a rule,” he said, knuckling his eyes. “You can’t sleep all fucking day.”

“Not even on Sunday?”

“Especially not,”

Matt climbed out of bed, pulling his boxers on. “I’m gonna make us some coffee.”

And just like that, while Scott with a boner watched Matt walk out of the bedroom, he knew that they were getting up, no games. And that there would be no games. That was what you were supposed to do. Matt had always lived in a world of what you were supposed to do. Come to think of it, so had he. No, he definitely had or he wouldn’t have two kids. There would be no touching the back of Matt’s neck while he made coffee. It was morning now. There would be no fooling around and sudden sex on the floor.

Scott pulled on his pajama pants. He would have worn black Jockeys a size too small if he was with Felix. It would have been dreadfully uncomfortable, and he would have pretended he didn’t care because he felt sexy when Felix saw him like that. And he couldn’t stop thinking about Felix and comparing his night with Matt to his time with Felix.

“You ready for some of this, man?” Matt said as Scott came into the kitchen, still yawning. “A cup of joe. A little wake and bake,” he pointed to the bag of marijuana on the counter, “and then a breakfast of champions.”

“I’ll stick with the coffee,” Scott shook his head, turning the weed down.

“Here’s a cup for ya,” Matt said.

That first time, when they’d been really high, and he had been really stressed out, and there had always been that wall up between he and Matt, the sex had been exciting. It had been something he’d always wanted, a deep passion. But now he had to admit the sex had been different last night because the truth was he didn’t have a deep passion for Matt. Also, as he sipped his coffee, he had to admit it felt weird. Matt was still his best friend, and Felix was something else.

“What?” Matt grinned as he poured the creamer.

Scott cleared his throat.

“Goddamn,” Matt stretched. He broke the seeds off and put them in the pipe. A moment later, Scott could smell the pungent marijuana.

“Sure you don’t want some of this?”

“Having sex with you is like fucking my brother,” Scott said.

Matt blinked at him.

“Not like fucking Joey, but like fucking my metaphorical brother.”

“Oh. Well is that a good thing?”

Scott shrugged. “It’s an us thing,” he said.

“That’s ingenious,”Felix said, breaking off a bit of a chocolate cookie. “All made from your own marijuana oil.”

“They’re called edibles.”

“I know what they’re called. I’ve just never known anyone who made them.”

Felix said, “Kevin, you’re a very handsome man.”

His little, broad shouldered surfer neighbor looked at him, scratching his unshaven face.

“Thank you. You’re a handsome man yourself.”

“They way the sun glints off your hair, makes it look like copper. The way your eyes go green and hazel.”

“I feel like you’re hitting on me.”

“How does that make you feel?” Felix said, taking out his cigarettes.

“It’s kind of giving me a boner.”

“Me too,” Felix said, handing Kevin a cigarette, hearing the flick of the lighter, smelling the tobacco burn.

“Unfortunately, I’ve got to meet someone for lunch, so there’s no time to suck your dick just now.”

And then Felix emphasized, “Just now.”

Ben was already there when Felix arrived at the coffee shop.

“I didn’t mean to be late,” Felix said, coming forward.

“You weren’t. I was early. I got finished with work, and then there just wasn’t much else to do. I didn’t want to hang around the apartment, you know?”

“Let’s order,” Ben said.

At the counter, Felix asked the girl, “What’s best?”

“Well, we’ve got this coconut mocha special I think is really good. It comes in tall and large and extra large because we’re trying to be like Starbucks and don’t sell a small anymore.” She sighed with her fist under her chin to indicate how she felt about it.

“It does look good,” Felix said. “It’s a little steep though. I’m not used to paying for coffee.”

“Don’t worry about price. I’ve got it,” Ben said.

“I’m not worried about it,” Felix said. “It’s just funny that in the middle of summer we’re walking into an ice cold coffee house to order hot coffee. Whaddid you do today?” Felix asked him.

“A song set and half a bag of weed.”

“I wish I’d been around for at least half of that.”

“Oh, com’on! My singing’s not bad.”

“As long as you don’t do Natalie Merchant.”

“Coffees,” the girl called. “Two coconut mochas, two biscottis.”

Ben got up and came back a few moments later to the table.

“Wow! They’re so big,” Felix said when he saw Ben coming with the tray bearing the large red and blue mug, and biscotti.

Ben took the first sip.

“How is it?”

“This,” Ben pointed to the mug, “makes me glad to be alive.”

“Wow. So you’re saying it’s worth four-fifty.”

Ben gestured to the mug, “You be the judge.”

Felix lifted the large red mug and sipped, then nodded.

“Um… It is good. I would agree… It’s worth your four-fifty.”

Ben laughed. “Your own coffee must be really good.”

“I can make this,” Felix pointed to the coffee. “I can make all sorts of coffees. I’m like a master.”

“A regular barista.”

“If barista wasn’t the lamest name in the world, then yes,” Felix said. “One day I will make you coffee and you will agree with me.”

They sipped coffee and listened to the music with their elbows on the table. Felix looked around at the dimly lit coffee house. Finally he said, “What is this music?”

“It’s Indian.”

“I thought so. I was getting it confused with North African music. I wonder who it is. Listen to those drums, like rain. And the zither. It just takes its time. It’s in no fucking hurry. Ah…”

Felix stopped as the zither playing increased. “Now it is.”

“No. Now it’s dancing,” Ben said. “Zithers never sound like they’re racing, not like guitars. They’re just sort of…” Ben hummed a little and moved in his seat: “Dancing.”

The girl came around near their table and Felix said, “Excuse me, but do you know what this CD is?”

“I can check,” she was going back to the kitchen.

“Not if you’re busy.”

“I make it a point to never be busy,” she said as she disappeared.

A second later she returned with the CD case and read: “Wajahat Khan. Indian Raags.”

“Thank you,” Ben said.

It had been Felix who suggested sex as they were finishing the coffee. He whispered it leaning across the table. Ben turned red and pushed the brim of his hat down over his beautiful eyes.

“I could go in first, and you could make like you were going out. And then there’s this back way. You could come in through the back way, meet me in the bathroom. Or you could just come in a few minutes later if you don’t give a fuck.”

“I wish I didn’t give a fuck,” Ben said, looking around, anxious.

“I’m getting up and going now.”

“Felix, we can’t,” Ben made a small grab for him. It was only about four people in the coffee house.

“I’ll see you in about three minutes,” Felix said walking toward the bathroom.

Ben didn’t take three minutes. He came eager, curious and half afraid. Felix reached behind him and closed the door. Then he grabbed him by the face and pulled him in, kissing him. The two of them quickly, gently, unbuckled their belts and pulled down jeans and trousers, lifted up shirts. Felix sat on the sink, wrapping his thighs around Ben and guiding Ben inside of him, Ben gasped and then gently began fucking him.

As Felix cried out, Ben’s hands went over Felix’s mouth, and as he leaned into him harder he whispered, “Quiet. Quiet… Ooooh!”

The quickly rising pleasure caught him. He didn’t want to finish right away, but they couldn’t stay forever, and so he whispered into Felix’s throat, “Are you ready?”

Bending his head into Ben’s shoulder, he panted, “Yes.”

Ben pulled out of him. They came at the same time with two, prolonged, body rocking groans, and then Ben was collapsed between Felix’s legs in the large locked bathroom of the coffee shop.

At last Felix said, “We’ve simply got to stop meeting like this,” and reached for the paper towels, wetting them to wipe semen from their stomachs and half stiff penises. While wiping Ben’s dick, onn impulse he kissed him there, and then took him in his mouth. Then he let him go, wiping him down again.

“You’re not good for me, Fee,” Ben said, pulling up his trousers and buckling them. “I’m trying to be a grown up and get my act together.”

Felix had turned and was washing his hands.

“You can grow up tomorrow, Ben,” he said.