If Truth be Told

Wait. What?

I put chains on and took them off going over the passes just wanting to see his face again. I missed him before I pulled out of the driveway over three months ago and smiled at the text he sent me when I got close. ‘Leave your shit in the car.’

Have you ever wanted to say something but it won’t cum out? Have you ever wanted to do something and your body just won’t cooperate? It has been like that for years with him. I stood in front of the door willing myself as I knocked.

When he answered the door in a tank top and shiny black boxer briefs the air left my lungs, just like that it was gone. OK. This is my new screen saver. His darker hair looked wet like he’d just gotten out of the shower; he glanced up at me with eyes I’m sure I returned. “When did you get to be so… Fuckin-hot,” I asked?

I reached out pulling his smaller frame to mine and took in the smell of his hair; hands went up under my coat all the way to my shoulders and he squeezed. He pushed telling me to go shower, he’d make popcorn, and we’d watch a movie like we used to.

“Look. You shouldn’t be answering the door like that. It isn’t safe.” I told him honestly.

“I can take care of myself, Big Guy.” And he emphasized, Big Guy. That was new.

I dropped all I was wearing on the floor of his room and walked across the hall to the bathroom, naked. ‘Yes, I’m sure he could take care of himself’. “Don’t go getting all prune on me, Addam. I put briefs on my bed.”

How long had I been in here? The red underwear I thought might have been a joke but I slithered into the shiny material anyway. The smell of popcorn filled my nose and he was sitting in the middle of the couch and motioned to the floor between his legs. “I’ll rub your shoulders like I used to after games. You must be sore?”

I hadn’t told him I loved him, that I had for a long time. I had never touched him in a way my body refused to let me. His hands went over my shoulders, down my arms, and I could feel his breath. “You turn into some sort of, gym rat?” he asked with a smile I could feel on my cheek.

I was helpless. His hands went to my still wet hair and massaged my scalp, forehead, then back to my neck. “Your hair smells so good, Addam,” he said softly in my ear.

“It smells like yours, your shower smells like you, Allen. I’ve missed that.” And I had somehow found my voice.

We had known each other for a long time, in school, we were ‘the A-team.’ Addam and Allen. His hands found their way down to my pecks, his breath in my hair and a surprise of his tongue. “That tickles,” I told him squirming.

“It's suppose to.” And he pinched my nipple. What had I been missing?

I’m not sure how it is with girls but with boys, nipples are a straight shot to your cock. “Skootch up a little so I can get to your back,” and as I did he slid from the couch to the floor behind me with his legs wrapped around.

“Lean up a little,” He requested and I did.

“You are too tight,” and he put his thumbs to work. This had never been a position.

“OK. Lean back so I can get your front,” he said as I did. And felt him kiss my neck.

“Allen?” I asked.

“You talk too much,” he whispered in my ear. Take a deep breath, Addam, I said to myself.

I pulled the thumb and forefinger to my mouth slobbering them with spit moving back to my nipple. “Allen?” I asked again with desperation.

His tongue dove into my ear, teeth bit my lobe, and he told me again, I talked too much.

I was sure I’d built up enough nerve to tell him, what I had wanted for so long, but I wanted to see his eyes when I told him, I love you. I could feel him halfway up my back, he’d somehow popped above his waistband and it was really warm.

This was like nothing that had ever happened before. He would rub my back and stuff’ not once had he ever sucked my neck or a tongue in my ear. We’d jacked off together, had done the same to the other, but nothing like this. He was hard as a bat behind me, working my nipple with his right fingers, and I was ready to blow. “Allen?” and I grabbed his hand.

Fuck it. I mean seeing his eyes when I said it, “I love you, and not in the scrawny, little brother, sort of way.”

“Old News.” He whispered nibbling on my lobe again.

“Wait. What?”

“Old News. It’s News that isn’t New.” He was being a smart ass.

He went back to my nipple and I pulled his hand to my chest. “Explain.” Nothing was computing.

“Old News is old, something everybody knows; hence, Old News.” And he was treating me like a dumb ass and was getting a kick out of it.

“I get that part,” and I pushed back harder on him. “You say ‘Old News,’ when I tell you, I love you?” I was confused.

“Because it’s, Old News, Addam.” His tongue finding my ear again.

“Wait? What?” I hadn’t even smoked any weed and I couldn’t follow him.

“Wait? What. What?” And now he had found a spot on my neck I never knew was there. “What kind of school are you going to, Addam? It seems like you’ve been dumbed down a little.” And he sucked some more.

I was on repeat. “I said it first.”

“And I said, you talk too much.”

His hand pulled mine until his finger and thumb found my right nipple again. I pulled it back to my chest, leaned my head back next to his, and the sucking on my neck started again.

“Wait,” I said again.

“And I said, you talk too much, Addam.” And again the tongue in my ear.

Fine, I thought as I brought his left hand to my mouth and sucked two of his fingers. “OK,” he said. Before I even got started. I might have the upper hand here?

“What did you mean?” He asked.

“No. what did you mean with, Old News.”

“I knew Addam. It’s Old News, because, I knew it. I saw it a long time ago. Now, will you just shut up?”

“No. I will not shut up. You knew?” The confusion was running rampant in my brain.

“Addam? I have a News Flash for you. It’s been written all over your face, and eyes don’t lie.”

“Wait. What?”

“Is that the motto of your school or something?”

“No. And what do you mean, it was written all over my face?”

“I know you, Silly. And I know your eyes. What we’re doing now is something you’ve wanted for a long time. Don’t deny it cause I’m not.” Again shit wasn’t computing.

“And another News Flash, I love you, too. If you haven’t been able to tell, maybe I love the wrong person?” And lips found my neck again.

“Wait. What?” It was becoming redundant, I know. And then I thought about what he said.

“Ok. Do I need to spell it out for you?” he asked so… smug.

“I think that would be helpful. Wait. What? You love me?”

“Really, Addam? I saw it the first time we jacked each other off; even before.”

“What did you see?”

“Do you remember a couple of years ago when I didn’t turn fast enough and hit my head? You jumped in the pool fully clothed and you were the one who needed saving because you sank to the bottom.” And I thought back.

“Ok, that was a stupid move but you were hurt, I saw blood. I couldn’t, not, do, something. The thought of losing you, I mean, you knew then?”

“You had all your fuckin clothes on.”

“I admitted it was stupid, ok?”

“It was. But.”

“But what?” I asked back.

“You didn’t think, dumb ass. You jumped in the pool thinking nothing about yourself, and when the water was pumped out, you said my name.”

“What about me, Addam? You didn’t know I loved you?”

“No. Well, yes. I mean it had to be more than that?”

“Yes, it was more. Now shut up for a minute and think about it.” And I did just that.

I thought about the times I claimed to be sore only because I knew he would offer. It’s not like I could feel his dick head leaking on my back like now. So do feelings show like that? Had I missed something in him? Was it in his eyes and written all over his face? I need to take a class.

From your Author:

Is that how it starts? Two boys realizing that life without the other is not an option. I think there is more, well I know there is because I have a nother fifteen-hundred words for chapter three and then we wait for chapter 4. Again I wish you all well, including our Host. RJC.