Something Different

From your Author: I compliment our host and other authors all the time. I would like to throw another one to Richard Adams. He, in my mind, is one of the best authors on this site and I sit behind him on the list of favorites; humbled can’t describe. He pulls the reader in and captivates us for many chapters and I so wish I was as good as him.

He started a series years ago called ‘Let me Lead.’ I saw the potential then and have called him out for not continuing; he gave us a new chapter and I can’t thank him enough. If you’re a reader or a reader of mine; I encourage you to check him out and comment. RJC.

“Nathan Dickerson, Nathan Dickerson, are you out there?” And Cam walked up to thunderous applause.

The music started and Cam didn’t sing. He turned around to the guy and shook his head no. He looked around dramatically for a minute.

“I’m sure most of you got a text about, Chip, today? I’m here to tell you; that’s bull…shit… If truth be known, there’s a group of girls who Chip refuses to fuck; the same ones nobody else will fuck. Look at him; he fits the profile as much as I do,” and he grabbed his crotch with flair.

What did he just do?

“Don’t be surprised if you get a text tomorrow saying I jumped in front of my boyfriend to keep Chip from beating the shit out of Nate’s fist with his face.” The room erupted and I had to smile as a few around me slapped my back.

The music started again but was different. Man in The Mirror. “I’m gonna make a change for once in my life. I’m gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference. Gonna make it right.” And he started snapping his fingers.

What was he doing? The way he was moving with his eyes closed, the things he did with his hands, touching himself, moving one like following it up a scale of notes. What was he doing?

“As I turn up the collar on, my favorite winter coat, this wind is blowing my mind.” And Cam did the moves like flipping up the collar of his flimsy wife beater.

“I see the kids on the street; not enough to eat; who are we, to be blind, pretending not to see their need?” And the music stopped.

“I’m not gonna go into the whole ‘White Privilege’ thing. I passed kids when I came here tonight. Does it make a difference? They were kids. Now yes, I’m white; almost a natural blond, as some of you can attest to. And yes, that was my fuckin Escalade in the parking lot.” And his knee came up as his elbow went down and he said ‘YES.’

“I refuse to apologize to anyone because my Dad loves me, more than yours, does. Sorry, that was a burn. But the point I’m trying to make is this; you need to start with the face in the mirror.” And he turned as a different song came on.

“Cameron Jones, CJ, are you in the house?” And as if it wasn’t planned, everybody took a knee. I was the only one standing.

“There you are.” His smile lit the room and he was using the finger; beckoning me.

“Eat shit, Dickerson.” And I flipped him off with all my teeth showing and he smiled back.

As I walked up he started, “A clown once stated he could shoot a guy in Time Square; nobody would do a thing. I bet I could kiss him square on the mouth, and I wouldn’t hear a thing about it tomorrow; why is that?”

When I got to him, before he could do a thing, I took the hat resting it on my head saying, “Dude, this is mine.” And I turned to walk away only to turn back and wait like everyone else, to see what he was going to do next.

I like the saying, ‘fuck me into next week’ Well, ‘fuck me to the moon and back.’ “There’s a light, a certain kind of light, that never shown on me. I want my life to be lived with you, lived with you. There’s a way, everybody said to do each and every little thing. But what good does it bring, if I Ain’t got you, Ain’t got you?” This was more than anything he’d ever done before and he looked at everyone but me.

“You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t know what it’s like, to love somebody, to love somebody, the way the way I love you.” And now he discreetly looked at me. so fast that I think I was the only one to see.  

I walked beside him as he did it again; making the rounds and I was included this time. He was flirted up by a lot of girls and Cam turned them all down with grace and respect.

He elbowed me, “Ready to go home, NRD?” He asked not looking at me.

“Cam? You know.”

“Shut up” and he moved to the door.

He shoulder-bumped me dangling the keys in my face. “You drive.” And he crossed in front of me going for the passengers’ door.

He turned in the seat leaning against the door then crossed his leg Indian style. At the same time, we both said: “You know?” And he kept talking.

“You hurt me, Nathan. Bad.” And waited for me to respond.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. What you did to me, the way you were able to do that; I’m ready for my first lesson, teacher.” And he smiled.

He turned to put his seatbelt on and asked, “Are we going home?” And he pulled at his crotch saying, “These pants are killing me.”

“Not half as much as they’re killing me.” And I backed out of the space.

We didn’t talk much on the half-hour drive but we’d catch the other looking. I sat in the driver’s seat when the garage door closed wondering what was going to happen.

I followed him in and he said, “I stink.”

“I pulled his back into me. “I’ll be the judge of that,” I assured not even hearing the words leave my mouth.

All I could smell was his body wash along with the cologne he wore and some hair spray. He smelled fuckin fantastic. I wanted to hold his crotch in my hand but he turned and my hands went to his ass.

His hand came up and cupped my cheek running his thumb under my eye. “Would it be too gay, if I kissed you?” He asked.

“I’m sorry I said that.” And know he had both arms around my neck and Cameron Jones kissed me.

It wasn’t a kiss to start something, wasn’t foreplay, it was Cam showing me in a kiss how much he loved me and I closed my eyes as he licked my lips. Now I have no idea who taught him how to kiss but? I have no idea who taught me how to return that kiss, but I did.

He threw me sleep pants when we got to his room and I watched him slither from those 501’s and his bare ass came into view. He was turned away from me and didn’t look back but, I knew, he was smiling as he pulled on his own sleep pants then turned to watch me undress.

It was clear that nothing was going to happen tonight but that was ok. I dropped my pants and underwear then pulled up the sleep pants before taking my shirt off. He walked over lightly touching my chest moving his finger from mark to mark.

“I didn’t mean to.” He confessed referring to the marks he’d riddled my chest with.

“Lier.”

He got in bed holding out his arms asking, “Would it be too gay, if?”

“Will you let it go? I never meant to say that; I was scared, dumbass.” He moved over giving me his side of the bed and I crawled in.

He wrapped his wings around me and I settled in on him. It was the best. “How did you know, Nate?” He asked?  

“Know what?”

“That I love you.” He asked and it made me smile.

“It took me a while. I saw something the first time I showed you one of the bruises. And then it was little things. The way you looked at me yesterday, it was something different. How did you know?”

“I think I knew before you did. The first time you touched me, I felt it. I miss you. I miss being able to see your eyes and smile. I think about you when I try and jack off knowing I can never do it like you do. When you sucked me and I came it was like giving a part of myself to you and it was like, mission complete.” And his hand roamed over my back.

I kissed his chest smiling knowing that was the same thing I couldn’t put to words yesterday. Whether it was me giving or him taking; a piece of me was now part of Cameron.

“Why did you do that tonight? Why did you do that for, Chip? And, why didn’t you do the song you did this afternoon?” And even though I knew he was looking at me I didn’t look up at him.

He reached over turning off the light and pulled me tighter never giving an answer. “Sweet dreams, Nathan.” And he kissed the top of my head.

“Sweet dreams, Cameron.” And I kissed his chest.

As I enjoyed the best night’s sleep next to my best friend; my head on his chest with his arm around me, I dreamt. We walked with his hand in mine as lemon-scented rain fell on us. We talked about things that didn’t need conformation but we did.

I woke before Cam and thought about waking him with my first lesson. As my head rested on my best friend I didn’t feel gay even though I thought about sucking him. I didn’t see him as gay even though his arm held me tight. What the fuck does gay, even mean? And forgive me, I thought about his thumb in me and how it felt; thought about Cameron Jones touching the spot his thumb did, I guess that’s what gay is.

I peeled myself from his body and headed down to see what was in the cupboards and fridge feeling comfortable in just my skin; something I can’t do at home. Wait a fuckin minute. When he asked if I was ready to ‘go home’ I thought about a month living with Cameron. If I was to go to bed with him and wake up like I did this morning; I’m all in. I went back up and he was still asleep when I thought about cutting the legs off the pants he wore last night so they could be his new running shorts. I didn’t.

I rolled his desk chair over next to the bed to sit and watch CJ sleep. This had never happened, I’d never watched him sleep with the feelings I had this morning. He was still on his back like how the night was spent with his mouth open a little and the softest purr coming from him. I smiled looking at my best friend, I wanted to cry looking at him, then I watched him search for me next to him. And he slowly came to life.

“Dude, you farted,” and I pushed my foot to his face, laughing.

“I thought it was a dream”

“You dream about, farting Dude? You’re sick!”

“I thought last night was a dream, NRD.” As he rubbed his eyes and focused on my cock.

“I think five miles will help those pants fit a little better even though I thought you were hotter than fuck last night.”

After a long look; “You, think, I’m, hot?” And his head turned like his Dad’s.

“I’ve stroked your dick but now you want me to, stroke your ego too?”

“Nate?”

“I will only say this once, Cam. It wasn’t the pants, wasn’t the songs, or what you did for Chip; you are the full meal deal and I am gay for my best friend. Happy now?”

“You came over yesterday? If you haven’t figured it out Nate, I am more than gay for my best friend, too. College is your choice and I will share a room with you; if you’re willing. I see us sharing horizons, finding new things in each other every day. Now I’m gonna brush my teeth and if you don’t cover that dick.” And he got up.

You couldn’t have scrubbed the smile off my face as I wondered if my parents would miss me for the next month. Something had changed with us; honesty was prominent in our conversation.

He came back in and walked right up kissing me with his minty breath. “Those pants are ready for the trach,” as he turned pulling a pair of running shorts from the chest of drawers.

“Over my dead body, Cameron Jones.” And he turned to look at my honest statement.

There was that smile. “You like those old pants, Nate?” He fuckin knew.

“I think they’ll fit better after a month of running.”

“I run every fuckin day. What’s gonna change?”

“You’ll be following this.” As I touched my ass with a finger.

And his smile grew. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” And he reached into the chest of drawers pulling out, fuck, I don’t know what they were.

“You’re wearing these, then,” as a pair of, red, white, and blue spandex, landed on my face. Fuck me to the moon and back.

              From your Author:

My readers that follow me understand I don’t like writing in the POV style. It’s much harder for a writer than from a single perspective; but is a style I like to read and used extensively in my; well, I don’t know what to call it. I am in chapter 31 of a thing I came up with called, The Start. The fiction is modern-day; things you see on the news or other things will be familiar. It is running parallel to this one.

 But these two young men dominating Something Different, are at a point in their lives that is very complicated. One is confident, very good looking, and he has talents; as in, more than two. The other, Nathan; smarter than fuck, as good looking as his best friend; he is going to be my hard child. I relate more to Cameron, but Nathan. For those who read I’ve made reference to other Author’s. I have to assume this isn’t the first time you have logged on to this site? I speak for myself and maybe some of the authors when I say ‘Our stories, are, our children’ and I may have never really understood that until now. RJC. 

              Cameron’s POV: 

I woke up thinking the ding on my phone was, Nate. Cass. ‘Someone outed Chip’ Fuck. 

Outed. Yes, I know what it means. Chip? Was he crushing on Nate? Was he the one Nate had been playing with? What the fuck am I thinking? What the fuck was I thinking? I was the one Nate had been playing with and he had to know I didn’t have time to do anything but, play with him.

I recognized the threads and saw Nate’s name. He had to be freaking. I felt sorry for my best friend and what his home life was like knowing he would rather live at my house; heaven knows that’s what I wanted.

I had been talking to the DJ at what we now call, ‘the club’ for over a year. He knew what I was going to do when I did. I texted him with a new playlist as I pulled on the jeans that were the only pants hanging in my closet; time to wash clothes. I’d gone over them and listened to what I recorded in the room; just my voice as I sang with headphones on: I did hear the beep of a door or window.

I thought about changing clothes; maybe something more appropriate to my favorite restaurant. I know these pants, remembered buying them when I was sixteen thinking at the time, they were too tight, but I bought them anyway. And they were the only clean ones I had.

For a while, I’d been bringing my own headphones with an attached mic; hands-free, if you will. The guy and I knew exactly what Cameron was going to do; we’d talked. I did enjoy K night and knew the status Nate and I enjoyed at school was partly because of what I did every Tuesday. It does feel good when you know you’re killing it, see it in the faces before you, and the clapping after.

I had been talking and texting, Arjay, the guy at the club who did the music, for over a year. I liked to find old songs redone to sound new and I practiced them to be the best I could be. I’ve been in choir since Jr. High and had been able to stay in the back; not anymore. At first, I just hit bad notes on purpose, didn’t want to be the guy out front, that wasn’t the case anymore.

I was picked to do the song at graduation; the one that thanks all those who got us to today. Nate was in band and played the drums. He would have been Valedictorian yesterday. Where most of us run on fore cylinders; Nathan Dickerson, is a V-8, when we talk about brain-power. I was pretty sure that went out the window when he hit Chip.

Yes, my best friend was smarter than fuck; but was a social retard. He’s getting better and part of that has to do with, The Club. Our circle of friends had grown exponentially; it was now up to us who joined the circle; not the other way around. And I like that.

I knew I could make a difference when it came to, Chip. I wanted to help him and make a change. I would never Out myself and would never do that to Nathan but something in me wanted to tell the world, I loved him. That’s why I stepped in front of him, stopping Nate from doing something that would ruin his chance.