Fox Creek

Wade

It was the second week of classes and Wade was at his desk. He had his reading assignments completed and was wrapping up an outline for a paper to be turned in the next day for the professor to approve or reject before he researched and wrote it out. He rolled back and looked through the open door through the one across the hall. He could see Santos leaning over his desk and beyond him, Charles sprawled out on Santos’ bed reading. It bugged Wade to see Charles always on Santos’ bed or at his desk. He knew it was harmless, Charles lacking the possessiveness of some, therefore guilty of not noticing someone else’s space. He freely shared anything: cellphone, bicycle, clothes, a gaming video, even a book he had yet to finish, telling Santos he didn’t have time with his classes, so it wasn’t a big deal.

But it still bugged Wade, and he knew at the core of it he was aggravated with him, for Charles had shown up right after he met Santos on the day of his arrival. A couple of hours later, his own roommate, Eric, showed up. It had to be a group thing for lunch or dinner or going to the sports bar to watch a game or to a movie or…it was everything they did, leaving him no opportunity to get Santos alone.

He was frustrated. He was horny. And every time he came out in the morning to head to class, he would run into Santos getting a smile and greeting that reminded him of it. He lay in bed at night picturing Bruno. Jacking off on the bank of Fox Creek. Naked in the water laughing at how they had just had sex. The sex. Beneath him on the bank of creek covered in sweat and sand begging him to fuck harder. In his room the weekend his parents were away, naked, legs pushed into the bed either side of the lean torso as he fucked him. Images of Bruno naked came to him from so many scenarios his cock would be painfully hard within his boxers. When Eric was asleep across the room, he would slip down to the bathroom and jack off in one of the stalls, hoping no one came in at the wrong moment.

Eric came in followed by Anwar and Jacob. He tossed his backpack down and turned to Wade.

“Hey, we’re going to ride out to the park and do the trails. You want to go?”

“No, I’m going to finish this, so I don’t worry about it tonight.”

“You still going to hear that band play?”

“Planning on it.”

“Anyone else going?”

Wade knew the insinuation in the question. It was a reggae band, one Connor had talked about, and he was curious about it. And Santos was going, so there was that. But none of the other guys had any interest in going, which pleased Wade if it meant he only had to share Santos with Connor and Pascal.

“Connor, Pascal, and Santos, I think.” A bit of a lie.

“You can tell me about it tomorrow,” Eric replied as he began to change into a jersey and shorts, he wore when riding. A minute later, Wade watched the three guys leave, Eric pushing his bicycle.

 

Wade was surprised at the difference in the crowd for the reggae band compared to those of previous visits when the bands had been some genre of rock. There was a larger diversity and there was a different vibe, one looser and more relaxed. When the band came on everyone moved with the rhythm of the music, those at the front openly dancing back and forth in front of the stage.

“I’ve never heard a reggae band play live, but this is great,” said Santos.

Santos had leaned close so as not to have to yell over the music, and Wade sensed his presence, the physical nature of him. He leaned over to reply, capturing the scent of the cologne Santos wore, something spicy or woody in a manner he couldn’t describe. He remembered how Charles mispronounced the name. Jean Paul something or other. He couldn’t remember, but he liked its fragrance, especially on Santos.

“I like them too.”

“Do you listen to reggae?”

“No, never have before.”

“Connor said to get Bob Marley or Hibbert and give them a listen.”

“Connor would know,” Wade replied. They knew Connor had been a military brat, traveling from base to base since his birth, but the place that seemed to stick with him the most was his time at Fort Buchanan in Puerto Rico. It was the place Connor found himself as a teenager and it was the place, he had discovered reggae. Slipping in the La Sombrilla Rosa in Old San Juan with the locals as they played reggae and other island music.

 

The band was packing it up, the lights turned up, and the bartenders and bouncers leading everyone to the exits. Connor and Pascal were in front, Connor with an arm around Pascal’s neck as the two talked of music and its various genres. Wade walked beside Santos, at time bumping into each other as they funneled into the crowd trying to get out one of the doors.

“I wonder if Connor has an enemy in the world,” said Santos.

That woody scent, spicy and lingering in the air. The deep voice with its deliberate pronunciations of certain words. The hand that rested on his shoulder. Wade stammered at first, then got himself together. “Are you kidding? He is friends with everyone he meets.”

“Holden doesn’t like him.”

“Holden doesn’t like anyone; besides, I doubt Connor realizes it.”

Santos laughed, gave his shoulder a slight squeeze. “You’re probably right.”

Back in the parking lot behind the club, the four of them piled into Pascal’s Accord. They drove back through town, past the diner that stayed open all night, Connor wanting to stop and everyone else ready to call it night. Back at the dorm, they strolled down the corridor, Connor and Pascal peeling off first, Connor right and Pascal left into their rooms. Further down the hall, Wade and Santos came to their doors.

“That was fun,” said Wade.

“Yeah, we should watch for another reggae band coming to town. I see Eric beat you back.”

“As did Charles you.”

Wade wasn’t sure if Santos meant anything by the observation his roommate was back, but he did. It meant they could not be alone in either room.

“You want to grab breakfast in the morning?”

“Sure, what time?”

“Ten?”

“Knock on my door when you’re ready.”

Wade knew Santos, like himself, was one that needed breakfast to get going. So many of the other guys skipped it, which meant it would be one thing that involved just the two of them.

 

It was strange how the floor seemed empty. Wade and Santos had returned around six after spending the day together, breakfast at Ann’s Diner, a bike ride out to the park and back, then going to the mall for a late lunch and knocking around. To Wade, it felt like a date. A date without confessions of love or the holding of hands or stolen kisses. But Santos sat close to him at the counter in the food court, bumped shoulders from time to time giving him a smile, then there was the question, one he had stammered around with a vague answer.

Why didn’t you go out with Lisa?

It was the friend of Jacob’s girlfriend, one that had joined them for dinner a couple of times over the last week. She had hit on him, embarrassingly upfront about wanting to go out with him.

I just wasn’t interested in her. She’s too forceful.

A lie, but one that would sound plausible to everyone, except Santos.

There were two football games being played in every sports bar in town and a lot of the guys had gone to one of them to watch. Then there was a big-name band playing at the coliseum, and another large group of the guys were going to the concert. It left the floor nearly empty, only Brian and Gabriel seemed to be in their rooms, and both were getting ready for dates.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” asked Santos as they neared their doors.

“No. You want grab dinner somewhere and hang out afterward?”

“Yes, I’d like that. Let’s freshen up and I’ll come over when I’m ready.”

Wade called home as soon as he got into his room, having put it off all day. Usually, he called in the morning, and he knew his parents would be waiting for his call. He was about to hang up when Santos came in and sat in Eric’s desk chair. He was leaning against his desk only a few feet away and he could look at him. The dark eyes that were looking at the crap Eric kept on his desk, then up at the photographs and the poster hung on the wall over the desk and bed.  The eyes swung around, and he found them looking at each other as he said goodbye.

“Everything alright at home?”

“Yes. Let me clean up and we’ll go. Like Santos, he was going to wipe off and put on a clean shirt. Fresh deodorant and a light spray of cologne, he came back into the room shirtless, carrying the one worn that day. He tossed it into the laundry hamper at the end of his bed, pulled out a clean shirt and slipped his arms into it. When he turned, buttoning it up the front, he saw Santos looking at him. It was a look he thought he knew.

“What do you want to eat?” Wade asked in a low voice.

Santos looked up into his eyes, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t care. You want to hit the deli on Magnolia and come back to watch a movie or something?”

Or something, Wade thought. “Yeah, sounds good. Let’s go,” he replied as he picked up his keys. “I’ll drive.”

 

It was after eight, the dorm eerily quiet, made more pronounced by how Santos had closed his door when they came in. They were on his bed, sitting sideways, backs against the wall watching a movie neither seemed particularly interested in. There was a bump of a foot against another, first by Santos then by Wade. Wade shifted a leg, bent it at the knee letting it press into Santos’ leg. Santos leaned closer, arm against arm.

“This movie sucks.”

It made Wade laugh, then when he looked around, Santos was right there, so close he could just lean over a bit and kiss him.

“Yeah, it’s not very good,” Wade finally replied, switching off the television. He was tired of the cat and mouse game, if that was what it was, and he was determined to find out how far Santos was willing to go. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yes…tell me.”

“I like you.”

“I like you.”

“But in the same way?”

Santos smiled, then leaned closer until they were kissing.

 

Wade lay back letting Santos strip him. The agonizingly slow unbuttoning of his shirt, the kisses and caresses of his chest and stomach upon reveal, then the hand raking along the top of his jeans, fingers just beneath the waistband. A tease, something to increase his arousal. He pushed up against the hand as lips tugged on his ear. He moaned, then grabbed Santos by the head and kissed him.

The hand pulled at the waistband until the button slipped free, then tugged at the zipper. Wade felt the freedom the undoing of his jeans gave him. His cock stretched out within his boxers then flexed with his arousal as the hand squeezed and worked fingers along his length.

“Fuck, yeah,” Santos whispered as he slipped his hand into the boxers.

Wade moaned at the feel of it on his cock. The boxers became too confining with Santos manipulating his cock. He raised his ass and worked jeans and boxers down until mid-thigh.

“Yeah…get naked,” said Santos moving down the bed where he worked the jeans and boxers down each leg until the feet slipped free.

Wade felt the clothed body between his legs. The hands that held his waist or rubbed over his stomach and chest. The mouth that moved up and down his cock. He shuddered and pushed upward and felt Santos’ nose buried in his abdomen.

A hand slipped between his legs and rubbed up along his thigh as lip and tongue worked his cock. Fingers enclosed around his nut sac, tugging until it hurt, and he moaned with the pleasure of it. His cock flexed in the mouth as his release was building.

“Santos…I’m going to come,” Wade uttered in a breathless whisper.

The mouth sank down all the way until the nose pressed into his abdomen. The suction was too great and the tongue working around his cock pushed him over the edge. He grabbed Santos by the head with both hands and held him on his cock as it exploded. Spurt after spurt into the suctioning mouth until he shivered with the tortured feel of it.

“Stop…stop, Santos, please,” Wade uttered.

As soon as Santos raised his head and looked up satisfied, Wade moved on him. Flipped him to his back and worked furiously to undo the buttons on his shirt. He pulled Santos up, working the shirt from each arm.

“You have to get naked,” Wade uttered as he pushed Santos down and worked the jeans undone, then roughly tugged jeans and boxer-briefs down the legs. He was frantic, rough in his movement as he stripped him.

Then Wade was between the legs with cock in hand. It was so hard the head was wet and drooling. He licked it, then with lips pressed to it, sank his mouth down on it.

He sucked and tongued and kissed that cock. He worked his mouth up and down its length, worked his tongue around the loose skin, and jacked the shaft while holding the head in his mouth. Santos couldn’t take it, not another manipulation, and he shoved upward and came, filling Wade’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Santos uttered, falling back on the bed.

“Yeah,” Wade whispered, moving between the legs, hooking each one into the crook of his arms. He moved up the bed lifting the legs then pushing them back and out. He spread Santos as he shifted up close to the spreading ass.

“What are you doing?” Santos asked in a joking manner.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Wade replied as he raked his cock across the spread ass.

It sounded like Santos growled, then Wade felt the ass push against his cock. “Do it, put that cock in me.”

Wade pushed through the tightness. The head then inch after inch until about halfway inside him. He held still focusing on the feel of it, how the tightness gripped his cock and Santos was working his ass back and forth just enough to sense the movement. He leaned forward until resting on his hands, Santos folded up beneath him, and began to fuck. Tugged outward, then pushed inward, going deeper and deeper until pressing against the upturned ass. He moved at the waist, working his cock through the tightness. Hands held his ass cheeks making him fully aware of how they flexed with his movement, tightening with every push. Fingers dug into them as he pumped cock into Santos’ depths.

“Fuck…fuck…” Santos uttered in a breathless voice.

Yeah, fuck, Wade thought as he increased his pace until slamming down against the ass burying cock all the way inside him. The bed squeaked then rocked beneath them in rhythm to their fuck. It spurred Wade to keep up his pace, work his body until muscles burned with his exertion. His cock grew so hard it ached for release. And he kept fucking, pushing for that release.

“Santos,” Wade exclaimed as he shoved into his depths and came. He shuddered and jerked, continuing to jam his hips against the ass trying to sink deeper into him. Then he fell still gasping for breath. He slowly kissed the neck, up to the jaw until lips pressed against lips. With lips still touching, he whispered. “Now do me.”

 

Wade lay on his back slowly stroking his slimy cock. He was staring at Santos, who stared back while holding his ankles. With eyes locked, Santos pushed his legs apart, wide apart, making him feel his nudity, how he was fully exposed to him. He felt cock rake across his ass, then rub up and down it until pressing against his tight opening.

“Do it. Do it, motherfucker, stick me.”

Santos smiled wickedly then breached his tightness and penetrated him. He felt the fullness of the penetration, every inch until Santos was pushing against his ass.

“Voy a follarte el culo.”

Wade didn’t understand the Spanish exclamation, but he knew what it meant. Santos began to fuck, to fuck hard, tugging outward until nearly slipping free, then shoving back in, all the way. Over and over, Santos pumped cock into his depths, the pace of their fuck increasing until the bed once again protested beneath them.

He found himself stroking his cock in rhythm with Santos’ fuck. Fast, his hand a blur, increasing his arousal, bringing him closer and closer to the point of release.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Wade uttered as Santos moved over him, folding him in half. He moaned, and it reverberated from his throat with the punishing pounding of his ass. The constant smack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room. Looking up, he saw how Santos looked flush, sweat trickling down the face and chest with skin glistening wetly. Then there was the heat of Santos’ body, how it moved slickly against his own.

Santos shoved into his depths and kept pushing against his ass as he shuddered with release.

When Santos rolled to his side, Wade took his cock in hand again to get off, but Santos pushed his hand away and straddled his waist.

“Let me,” Santos uttered, as he lowered his ass down on it.

Body wet with sweat, Santos breathing hard, he still moved with determination. Wade watched with surprise at how the lean body had such stamina. He raked his fingers up the stomach and chest, then toyed with the nipples. He rubbed them, then worked them between thumb and index finger. Then he pinched down and twisted them, making Santos cry out and slam down on his cock.

Despite his exhaustion, Wade didn’t want it to stop. He wanted their fuck to continue until it reduced them to nothing but gasping flesh. But he was too aroused, and Santos was moving on it in such a way he couldn’t take it. He grabbed each thigh, pushed upward so roughly he nearly rocked Santos off his cock, but when Santos dropped back down, he came.

 

There were no more cat and mouse games. No pretending there was nothing going on between them. And every chance to have a room alone, they were sucking and fucking and laying against each other just touching.

At first, Wade considered Santos a fuck buddy, someone to have a good time. But as the days became weeks, he began to think of it differently. How far their relationship would go, he didn’t know, not yet, but it was turning into a relationship, and he found he wasn’t afraid of it. He welcomed it, hoping Santos would do the same.

 

Bruno

His family moved to Charlotte, North Carolina where construction seemed unstoppable. Everywhere they drove in town there were construction projects, most apartment complexes of five or more stories. There was a comment by one of the contractors they meet when getting settled that mentioned the Southend area had over a billion dollars in development and some expected the north side of downtown to have the same in a few years, NoDa and Camp North End already seeing an explosion of construction.

It bodes well for Bruno and his family, for contractors were begging for workers and subcontractors in nearly every field. Since arriving two months ago, they had been working five days a week, and for a two-week period, seven days a week racking up overtime pay.

Bruno hopes to get his own place for he knows he can’t live his life while under the same roof as his father. He loves him but knows acceptance will be difficult. His mother already knew, having come upon him searching for gay bars in town. She had looked near tears, then had simply smiled. She admitted to knowing, but hushed him when he began to discuss it, telling him it was okay.

Riding down Central Avenue toward Plaza-Midwood, he leaned back and relaxed as he eased along with the heavy traffic. After working for a month, he was able to get a truck. It was twenty-seven years old and had over two hundred thousand miles on it, but it ran well, looked good, and was cheap enough for him to finance it with the dealer. One of the guys in their crew joking told him the Tacoma would run forever.

At The Plaza, he turned left, working his way around the block until he was on Thomas Street, where he lucked up on a parking spot on the road. It was after eight o’clock on a Saturday night and he was going to a small bar that had live music. It wasn’t a gay bar, but he read online how it was friendly and had a loyal following among the locals in the area, gay and straight.

The neighborhood was busy, a crowd in front of Thomas Street Tavern and back at Central, turning right, he saw a crowd at Workman’s Friend, the Irish pub. He moved among the other pedestrians noticing the diversity. And the tattoos and body piercings and T-shirts for bands he didn’t know. He passed two tattoo parlors and noticed one across the street. At Pecan Avenue, the corner space empty, a local business pushed out by the success of the neighborhood, he turned left again and strolled to his destination: Snug Harbor.

Each wrist banded so he couldn’t buy alcohol, he entered the small bar. Straight in front not twenty feet or so back, the bar, to the left seating, and to the right, a small stage in the front corner where a band was setting up. He eased between two guys at the bar and got a soda, then followed a couple of guys past the stage and headed toward the back, wondering where they were going.

In the back, there is a small courtyard area with a bar that backed up to the building, and Bruno saw it was currently more crowded with people than inside. He went to the back side of the courtyard taking a seat on a bench along the wall of the adjacent building.

For what seemed like a long time, he just people watched, more so the guys than the girls. Tall, short, lean, average, heavy set, dark hair, light hair, shaved head, and…he didn’t know where to stop. Then he saw two guys and a girl come out and go to the bar. The girl had her hair in pigtails and the light reflected off it a dark shade of blue. She is all smiles and friendly gestures, speaking to others at the bar while the two guys stand behind her. But it is the guys that he is most interested in, and he looks at one then the other. One is lean, average height with long dark hair and a tattoo sleeve down the right arm. He sees the girl touch him on the arm, a soft gently touch but one that indicates it is he, she is with. The other guy is tall, easily over six foot, with blonde hair cut short, the top just long enough to stand up in a tousled look. He sees him smile and the mouth is framed by dimples, then he sees the perfect teeth as the guy laughs at something the girl says. Then the guy looks his way and for just a moment, the briefest time, they lock eyes. The guy smiles, then his attention is brought back to his friends.

Bruno wishes he had more confidence. To be someone who could just go over and introduce himself and ask to hang out with them. People did it all the time. It was part of the reason for going out. To meet new people and if lucky, someone who wanted more than friendship. He thought of Wade, wondering how he was doing and if life back at the college was giving him the connection with others, they all wanted.

The band inside began to warm up, someone repeating numbers in a microphone. A lot of the people began to go inside, and Bruno got up and followed them in. Even if he didn’t have the confidence to introduce himself to others, he could mingle with them, be a part of the scene for the night.

He went to the bar for another soda, seeing he wasn’t the only underage person in the bar. After a long wait for his turn and soda in hand, he made his way to the back of the main crowd standing in front of the stage. He found the rhythm of the song and was soon rocking on his feet as he watched the band play, then looked around at the others in the crowd. He looked for the two guys and girl, but they were not in the crowd that he could see.

“Hey, I’m Noah,” someone said behind Bruno, touching him on the shoulder. He turned and found himself facing the blonde guy from outside. He looked up, seeing blue eyes looking back at him.

“I’m Bruno.”

“Bruno, I’ve not seen you here before.”

“My family just moved here a couple of months ago.”

“Well, welcome to Charlotte and good luck driving around this place.”

“What do you mean?”

“The streets change name all over town.”

“Who’s this?” the girl asked, coming up next to Noah.

“This is Bruno. Bruno, this is Emma and Benjamin,” Noah replied, motioning toward her then the guy with the tattoo sleeve behind her.

“Hey, nice to meet you.”

“Are you here by yourself?” Emma asked.

“Yes…I don’t know anyone here,” Bruno replied.

“Well, now you know us, come on, we’re getting closer to the stage.”

 

Bruno followed Emma and the guys to the stage, then rocked to the music with everyone else. He suddenly felt a part of something. It wasn’t anything major. Just a bunch of people out on a Friday night to hear music and have a good time, and he was included.

Bruno also looked at the guys around him. The three on stage, those in front of him, and most especially, Noah standing next to him. He wondered if he should feel intimidated by the taller guy, but all he felt was intrigue, a desire to know him better. Benjamin caught him looking up at Noah one time and smiled shaking his head. A couple of minutes later, Benjamin said something to Noah that he could not hear. But he saw how Noah looked at him with a knowing smile. Had he gone too far, let his attraction toward Noah become too obvious.

“Hey, I’m going to get something to drink. You want to go with me?” asked Noah, leaning down close to his ear.

“Huh, oh, yeah sure.” Bruno replied.

Noah weaved through the crowd and Bruno followed, keeping close until out of it. As they approached the bar, Noah turned to him.

“You drinking coke?”

“Yes,” Bruno replied, reaching for his wallet.

“I got it,” said Noah, turning back to the bar as he slipped between two girls.

Bruno saw how the girls looked at Noah, a look he knew he had as well, and he wondered if they saw how he had the same look. Noah seemed completely unaware of the girl’s stares, one even pretending to bump into him. Noah only slid over to give her more room.

Sodas in hand, they headed back to the stage. Bruno saw the disappointment of the girls as they walked away, and he wondered if Noah noticed. He wanted to know if there was a chance for him, or if Noah was straight.

“Noah?”

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you notice how those two girls were trying to get your attention?”

“What? Really? No, I didn’t notice. Hey, there’s Emma and Benjamin, come on.”

It felt like a tease, how Noah didn’t notice those two girls, and back in front of the stage, seemed to include him more in their comments about some song or how the band was playing. It gave him hope for more, something he knew could his feelings hurt.

 

The band finished their set, and the lights came up. It was about two thirty in the morning and the bartender was turning people away. Emma led them outside to the sitting area in front.

“Hey, I’m beat, so I want to get home.”

“And I have to work tomorrow,” Benjamin added.

“What about you?” Emma asked Noah.

“It’s late, so yeah, let’s call it a night,” Noah replied. As they moved to the sidewalk, Noah leaned down to Bruno. “Where are you parked?”

“On the next street. Thomas, I think, just past that other bar.”

“I’m on Thomas, back in the neighborhood.”

At the corner, Emma and Benjamin crossed Central, waving, and telling them goodbye as they rushed across to beat the light change. Bruno and Noah turned and headed toward Thomas, moving past other pedestrians. At the next intersection, Thomas Street, Noah stopped Bruno.

“Hey, do you want to go get something to eat? There’s a diner that is open 24/7 not too far away.”

“Sure. I am hungry.”

 

Bruno had followed Noah to the diner, then across the busy parking lot into the foyer where they had to wait for a table.

“It’s busy?” said Bruno, looking around surprised.

“Yep. It’s always busy on Friday and Saturday night.”

Noah waved at someone across the dining room and Bruno saw it was a table of five guys. He watched them for some indication of what kind of friends Noah associated and smiled when he saw one acting out in a manner that spoke to him being gay, for the way he flirted with one of the other guys.

“Are those your friends?” Bruno asked, nodding his head toward the five guys.

“Yeah, they are…hey, listen, I don’t know…well, you see I’m gay. Do you have a problem with it?”

Bruno smiled, knowing he must look a bit foolish, but he couldn’t help it. “No. I’m gay too.”

It was Noah’s turn to smile. “I had hoped so when I first saw you. Benjamin swore to me you were, but I’m never so sure.”

“Who’s next,” asked one of the waitresses.

“We are,” Noah replied, and Bruno followed them to a table near the back.

 

Dirty plates pushed back, drink glasses just refilled and the check laying in front of Noah. Bruno didn’t want the night to end. It had been too perfect, and to let it end could allow something to happen to mess up his fantasy of how things could play out. Noah had told him of growing up in Wilmington, then coming to Charlotte for college at UNCC where he was a sophomore majoring in Biological Sciences. He was the youngest of three and out to his family and friends. Bruno had been reluctant to talk about his immigration to the states from Guatemala with no intention of returning. But Noah, showing an interest without any sign of judgment about it, he soon told his story, how he had been only three when they came into the country and were still in the process of trying to get citizenship. The second child of four, he worked with his father in their dry wall business, and hoped he could soon get his own place.

Back in the parking lot, Noah stopped Bruno before they got to their vehicles.

“I know it’s late, but I was wondering…do you want to come back to my place?”

Bruno saw the time, nearly four in the morning, but he didn’t feel tired. Far from it. He tried to control his expression but found himself smiling at Noah, who smiled back.

“Is that a yes?” asked Noah.

“Yes.”

 

Bruno followed Noah, out The Plaza, then over to North Tryon. He knew the university was on the north side of town but had not been to the area since moving to the city. He kept close to Noah, fearful of getting lost if they got separated. They forked off North Tryon, down a long hill then back up the other side where he saw the entrance to the university to his left and on the right two large new apartment complexes then an older one that was smaller buildings grouped around the site. Noah turned into the older one and he followed, circling around to the back side where they parked.

As they climbed the exterior stairs, Noah turned to Bruno. “My roommate is probably in bed, but I’m not sure. He had friends over.”

“Okay,” Bruno replied, not sure what to expect.

Noah went to one of the doors, unlocked it and entered the dimly lit interior. Bruno noted the apartment number and followed. Only one lamp was on leaving much of the room dark. It was evident there had been guests that night by the empty pizza boxes, beer bottles, and empty cups scattered around the room, on the coffee table, on the side tables, and some even on the floor.

“A bit of a mess,” Noah whispered, then moved into the kitchen. “You need some water?”

“No, I’m fine,” Bruno replied going into the room and standing by an armchair.

Bruno watched Noah pull a bottle of water out, twist off the cap, and take several long swallows. He watched the Adam’s apple move with each one, then he looked at him as he had off and on all night. The blonde hair that was tousled too much, a hand having gone through it too many times. The tall lean body, one he tried to picture naked, and hoped he would soon do so. Noah wasn’t a guy who oozed masculinity. There was something almost androgynous about him. The long fingers and lean arms, the long neck, the smooth skin, even the face looked too smooth, lacking the shadow of a beard like other guys. But then Noah was male, no doubt about it. The shape of the body, the bulge of the crotch, and something else he couldn’t put a finger on. He just sensed it.

“Do you like me?” Bruno asked. Why did he ask that, now of all times. He wished he could take it back. It sounded pitiful.

“Yeah…I do,” Noah replied. He put the bottle on the counter and came toward Bruno. “And I assume you like me.”

Bruno smiled, nodding his head.

Noah reached out for his hand, and he held it out for him to take. Noah led him to a door that led into a small bedroom until standing by a bed.

“Is this, okay?” Noah whispered.

Bruno was too aroused and desirous for more. Instead of responding, he stood on tiptoes and kissed Noah.

They kissed a long time as hands moved over each other. They worked buttons free, worked zippers down, then tugged and pulled at the other’s clothing until both were naked. Noah guided Bruno down on the bed, moving over him. Bruno felt the weight of the body, how it fit between his legs and lay against him. His cock flexed between them as it grew hard. He pushed up with the hips and threw his head back as lips moved over his shoulders, neck, jaw, until once again pressed to his lips.

Noah moved down his body, kissing the skin, tonguing each nipple giving one a little bite. Then lips were on his cock, kissing along its growing length, pushing the skin back, and sinking it into the mouth. He ran his fingers through the blonde hair, it ticklish and soft to the touch. Then he was holding Noah’s head and pumping upward, pushing his cock deeper into the mouth.

“Si…si…yes…”

Fingers grazed his thigh, then raked along the perineum until he was spreading his legs further apart. By giving greater access he gave permission, and the fingers were rubbing his tight opening. He held still letting Noah manipulate him. Mouth moving up and down his cock and fingers toying with his tight opening until one penetrated him. He moaned as he felt Noah bury it in his hole. It moved inside him, stretching him open. Then there were two fingers, then three.

“Bruno…can I?” Noah whispered as he moved upward.

“Yes,” Bruno uttered as arms hooked his legs behind the knees. His legs were pulled up and over as Noah moved over him. Then a hard cock touched his ass, raked over it, side to side, then slipped along the perineum from his loosened opening to his tightening sac. “Put it in me,” he whispered, desperate for the penetration. To feel another inside him.

The cock pressed against his opening, then squeezed through it. Bruno shivered with the pleasure of it, the feel of thick cock stretching him, then pushing through into his depths.

“Fuck…fuck, fuck me,” Bruno uttered as he began to undulate beneath Noah. He worked his ass on the cock as it piston inside him. He pushed his chest against Noah’s chest. Flung his arms out clutching at the bed.

Noah rose over him and began to fuck, to pump cock into his depths with greater urgency. Faster and faster, Noah fucked until smacking down on Bruno’s ass. The bed squeaked then rocked beneath them. It banged into the wall and neither cared as Bruno reached up and hugged him. He literally lifted his shoulders off the bed and hung on to the undulating body, feeling its rhythm, one that spoke of their fuck.

“Goddamn…I want you,” Noah exclaimed as he shifted positions, pulled the legs between them, thighs pressed to Bruno’s chest, the calves against his own. He pinned Bruno down, smothered him with his own body and fucked. He moved slowly grinding his hips against the ass and undulated his whole body. He had never fucked like this before, but then he had never fucked someone like Bruno. Someone who moved seductively, pushing his arousal and need to fuck. And he moved the same way.

Bruno felt how Noah changed his rhythm, slowed their fuck, making him feel every inch of cock working inside him, and to feel every touch, kiss, caress. His own cock throbbed with need. He wanted to cum as cock pumped into his depths.

“Bruno,” Noah uttered as he worked hips faster, driving into Bruno’s depths. Then he shuddered and jerked with release.

Bruno felt how Noah came inside him, then the emptiness. Then Noah moved on him, sitting up then over his cock. He moaned with the weight of him pinning it down, then the move of the ass, back and forth, rubbing over it. He grabbed each ankle and held tight as Noah kept moving on him.

“My turn,” Noah whispered, and Bruno watched him rise on knees, take his cock and ease down on it. The push down on the head, then the squeeze on it, then the sweet bliss of that tightness sliding down his cock until at the base. “Fuck…I got you,” Noah added as he ground his ass down on Bruno’s cock.

Bruno watched the blue eyes, the open mouth gasping for breath, the smooth, red-flushed face as Noah began to move. Up, down, up, down, working ass on his cock. He holds the ankles and watches the eyes, then looks down the sweating chest, the flat stomach, the half-hard cock flopping against his abdomen, then his own cock as it came into view then disappeared, over and over, until he was pushing upward trying to jam it deeper into Noah’s depths.

Bruno sat up, pulled Noah against his chest, rolling him to his back. He got between the legs, sank his cock back into him and started fucking. Slowly, so they could feel every inch, then faster and faster until he was gasping for breath and hammering hips against ass.

“Bruno!” Noah exclaimed.

It triggered Bruno, pushed him over the edge. He slammed into Noah’s depths and came.

Bruno eventually moved off Noah and saw a fresh load on the stomach. Noah had come again.

“Let’s take a shower and get some sleep,” Noah whispered, the fatigue suddenly evident in his voice.

 

A Conclusion

It was spring. The winter had been cold and rainy, days of nothing but drizzling rain. Then before anyone realized it, flowers were blooming, and grass was turning vibrant green. Bruno drove through town with the windows down listening to music. He tapped the steering wheel to the beat, smiling at everything around him.

He came to an apartment complex, one built back in the early nineties, that was no longer considered one of the best places to live. It forced the management company to keep rents lower than other apartments and in doing so, afforded Bruno the ability to live on his own in a one-bedroom unit.

He drove along the drive, passing the buildings that faced the main road making his way to the back where he parked. His unit was on the second floor of a three-story building, making him acutely aware of having neighbors below and above.

He entered his apartment and set the two grocery bags on the counter and went into the living room to open the vertical blinds. With the blinds open, it revealed the sliding glass door to the small balcony. He looked around the room to see if he missed something when cleaning that morning.

Back in the kitchen, he put the hamburger meat in the refrigerator, then laid out the peppers and onions. It was his turn to cook dinner and with Noah going through mid-term exams all week, he knew it would be a small favor to him. He had wanted Noah to come over the night before since it had been Friday night, but Noah had sat up late studying then spent most of the day on campus, so getting sleep was the first order of business for him. Bruno didn’t know what it was like to study so hard for such long hours, but he didn’t question it or complain about it. Noah was very important to him, and things had been going so well over the last few months, he would never do anything to mess it up.

He still thought of himself as an alien, someone not of this place. But when Noah was with him, those feelings diminished until he didn’t think of it nearly as often. With Noah, he felt like he belonged.

 

In another place, a college town, Wade came into a dorm room hot and sweaty from a bicycle ride. He leaned the bike against the wall with the other one. Looking across the dorm room he saw Santos at his desk, headphones on, heading bobbing to music while reading some assignment. Wade looked at him, still not believing they were still together. It seemed like a fantasy, not something that could be true. To be able to arrange for them to be roommates only added to the fantasy. And to the others on the floor, a knowledge of their relationship was more than mere friendship or roommates. Santos sat there in just gym shorts revealing much of his dark-skinned body, lean and muscular and sensual when aroused. Wade quietly removed his jersey tossing it on the floor. He eased his shorts off, then boxers, as he crossed the room. He tugged on his cock feeling his growing arousal. As he drew near, Santos looked around and smiled.