Something Different

 Nathan’s POV:

When we got in bed I wondered if it was going to be the same as last night with my head on his chest; Something Different. He rolled over grabbing my hand pulling me to his back, hand covering mine as he rested it on his chest backing into me. Something Different.

I woke suddenly; Cam wasn’t in bed and I saw the chair with his pad sitting on the seat. I scrubbed my eyes as my feet hit the floor and I reached for it knowing this was like looking at his diary. I shouldn’t. As I thumbed through I needed more light reaching for the small lamp next to his bed.

The perv had drawn my dick with cum dripping off, his hand covered in it; even in pencil, you could tell. I went through them slower, taking time appreciating another of his talents wondering how he does all that he does. He had drawn us cheek to cheek, smiles, his arm around me wearing a lettermen’s jacket; that made me laugh.

The last one brought everything home; me sleeping, and how he saw me. I just can’t look that good. Something got my attention causing me to stand moving closer to the door. I walked down step by step until I got to the bottom and could clearly hear him and the music. ‘Close your eyes and give me your hand, Nathan. Do you feel my heart beating?’

That was what he did when we got in bed and now he was telling the story. I knew this song, one of my favorites, he knew that. I sang in my raspy voice on the other side of the glass doors. ‘Close your eyes and give me your hand, Camron. Do you feel my heart beating?’ 

The doors were sliding glass closing off the twelve-foot opening and I slid one open enough to stand in the room. Cam usually does rock or sex songs, not serious shit like last night or now. I’ve told him I love him, that I was gay for him, but looking at that guy in Sponge Bob pajama bottoms; now that’s fuckin funny and tells me how far my love goes for Camron Jones.

Then he opened his mouth again, ‘Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame? I believe it’s meant to be, Nathan.’

What do I do? Do I walk up and put my arms around him from behind? Do I stand here until he turns around and sees me? I’m sure as hell not going to cry. His little Bob pants rested low on his hips and I could see the top of his crack, the muscles in his back flexing, his shoulders and the bicep’s that popped like half cantaloupes from his arms.

We had been doing stuff for years but it has only been the last week that I see all these other things. A month ago when we would jack the other off we were soft when it started, one of us would have to get the other hard; not know. I was hard looking at him now, can get hard just thinking about him, and my ass twitches thinking about him in me.

I wondered if my curved cock would ever be welcomed to his ass and if I would ever be able to do what he does with such ease. I do feel comfort touching his skin and how he does the same to me, what it did to my body when he kissed me, and how he was embarrassed when I swallowed his cum. I could feel him try and pull out of my mouth as I held his ass firm, the clenching of his cheeks as he got closer, and the engorged head just before he exploded.  

‘Is this burning an eternal flame? I believe it’s meant to be, Nathan. I watch you when you are sleeping; you belong with me. Do you feel the same?’ I was smiling watching and listening to him. The song told what he’d done; pulled my hand to his heart, watched me sleep. How fuckin ironic?

My lips were moving as he sang, ‘Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming or is this an eternal flame?’

His voice was kind of breaking as he got louder; raw emotion showing. ‘You say my name and the sun shines through the rain; a life so lonely, I don’t want to lose this feeling, Nathan?’

Cam’s POV:

      I saw the bedside light on and my chair was pushed away with my pad open to the last thing I sketched; Nate, sleeping. His back was to me as I pulled off my sleep pants, turned off the light, and crawled in.

      “Close your eyes; give me your hand, Camron.” And I did with a smile.

      “Do you feel my heart beating? You belong to me.” And I settled in behind my best friends’ bare ass.

      “If that’s what you want to think, NRD? If that is what puts a smile on your face; fine. But this; this ass belongs to me and don’t you even try and deny it.” And I squeezed as he rammed it against my dick.

      I looked over my shoulder at the alarm clock; 4:30. We had to be at school in three hours; ponder. Could This Happen? Could we show the other in three short hours? The answer was, no. It would take at least that to even get to the point where I could start making love to my best friend.

      I did feel his heart beat faster, heat from him as he felt what I couldn’t help growing on his backside. I moved my hand down under his arm starting to tickle; that set off a little ruff housing. I wrapped a leg over him that caused my shaft to slide up his crack and we froze. What we both wanted to happen; we both knew shouldn’t happen in a frenzy.

      I was the big spoon and kissed his neck in what I hoped was a calming way. I kissed his shoulders moving my hand back to his chest and over his heart. I thought about dead kittens, dead fish floating on the water; anything to make my dick go down.

      “We got to be at school in three hours, NRD. There is no way you can do to me what I know you want to, in three hours.” And I pulled him closer wondering if my cock would ever soften.

      I hated the alarm when it went off and Nate hopped out of bed like a bolt of lightning. He was that morning guy, where I wasn’t; hitting the snooze too many times. I watched his bare ass walk over to my dresser and pulled out some underwear from the second drawer.

      “You mixed your dank, fuckin, underwear, with mine?” And he turned around to look at me.

      “You’re so… funny, CJ.” And his smile along with the dimples made me smile

      “Dude! You can’t just mix your shit with mine.”

      “Cam? I think we’ve crossed over a line that says; I can mix my underwear with yours. You do know your face and mouth have explored all the stuff these cover; right?” And he pointed a finger at me.

“You’re turning red. Cameron Jones is blushing.” And now he was laughing at me.

It was funny thinking about what he was saying out loud. Yes, his curved dick had been down my throat; I got most of the way through the alphabet on his asshole before he couldn’t take it anymore. And I had swallowed his unborn children.

I watched him pull on a pair of gray briefs with a hole and I wondered if they were white when new. “Garbage.”

“These are my favorites; what do you mean, garbage?”

“Garbage. Grab another pair.” I said more as an order than a request and I got to watch him pulling them off throwing to the corner. He held up the next pair and I shook my head no.

      Another pair got my scrutiny and the same shake of my head. He smiled turning around showing a pair of mine that I only wore when I was in a mood. “Those are mine, NRD.”

      “Well I’m gonna wear them and there’s nothing you can do about it. So there.”

      “When we get home we’re getting you some new underwear, online.”

      I have an underwear thing or a thing about underwear; always have. I’m a brief kind of guy, color, cut, maybe a name on the waistband. Buying online my bottom drawer had the ones that didn’t fit the bill; we’d go through that drawer before we ordered and I knew just looking online for underwear that Nate would wear was gonna be fun.

      It was Friday and we all had practice for Graduation Ceremonies. Camron Jones didn’t suffer from stage fright. It had evolved; one song turned into three. This was a serious practice; full band and choir. It wasn’t like the Club; this was about the ones behind me; not the one out front.

      Things had changed in choir for all of us; I wasn’t the guy in the back row anymore. I could do what I needed to do with ease; the rest of them had problems. Pressure was on everyone because two weeks ago it was one song and today it was three. Monday’s gonna be a bitch.

      I threw Nate the keys and watched how he casually drove the Escalade my Dad gave me with his wrist at twelve o’clock. He’d look over slyly, not wanting to be seen looking at me sitting Indian style in my seat watching him. I knew ‘it’ was going to happen tonight or tomorrow.

      He hit the clicker like he’d done it a hundred times and looked at me when the door closed. “You, do, know, you’re, a spoiled, fuckin, brat, right?”

      When someone’s right, they’re right. I know what my smile looks like, dimples, the way my eyes kind of close, and how my head tilts. “What are you trying to say, Nathan?”

      “You. What you did today. You are the one that shines but you helped everybody; even Band. I don’t get you, Cam?”

      I didn’t know how to respond because the question had so much honesty in it. “It’s not about me or you, NRD. It’s about all of us.”

      “I really wanted to be Valedictorian, CJ.”

      “So did I. What you want for dinner, Nathan?”

      He turned in the driver’s seat to look at me; I’ve known him for a long time and this look was, Something Different. His hand reached over waiting to see if mine met his. It did and I kissed his healing knuckles. There was no way I could sit in his lap with the steering wheel in the way. I pulled him over to me.

      During the last six days’ things had changed for us in a monumental way. We’d sucked each other, kissed, did intimate shit like cuddling and sleeping together as most friends don’t. So here we were with him sitting in my lap in the passenger’s seat of my new car.

      He is a little bigger than me; thicker. “You know I love you more than my luggage.” He said laughing and bonking his forehead to mine reminding me of another favorite movie, Steel Magnolias.

      His eyes bored into mine as I was searching for a comeback. His coat was open and I started unbuttoning his shirt watching a seine better than sunrise unfold before my very eyes. I never really looked at him like that; not really. And he smiled.

      Now I sure as hell didn’t want to fuck in the front seat of my Escalade, wouldn’t cheapen what was to be shared. And I touched the faded bruises all over his chest from five days ago, remembering. My strong friend trembled under my touch and it turned me on as he ground his ass into my painfully hard shaft.

      I don’t know how the kiss began; whether it was him or me who started it. Our lips together started like a touch from a feather and grew. My arms went around his neck and we found who was going to be left and who’d be right. And our noses brushed.

      I remember biting his bottom lip and his tongue licking mine. I felt my hand form a fist with a bunch of his hair as I pulled, sucking his tongue into my mouth and one of us moaned. He pulled back just to look at me. He took a hand brushing the hair behind my ear knowing I didn’t like that and he smiled at me.

      I ran the fingers of my right hand over his face like I was blind wanting to feel his beauty through my fingers. Yes, we’d been doing stuff for years but I really never looked at him like that; like attracted to him. That’d changed.

      His head kind of turned from one side to the other and I closed my eyes to feel his smile with my fingers. Touch is so… fuckin powerful. It was a comfortable silence between us as we just looked at each other in ways that I’m sure we’d tried to hide in the past.

      I felt the scar under his bottom lip; we’d crashed our bikes years ago and I freaked out because he was bleeding. So much had changed for us, the way we were right now, the way we got what we needed from each other explained why we didn’t have girlfriends.

      I’d never been with a girl. Nate was hard in places a girl was soft; I assume. His neck was thick and strong, his chest, hard with muscles and soft hair, his arms, his fuckin arms. He was all boy and I was OK with that. I don’t know how much time passed with him sitting on me in the passenger’s chair, me studying the things about him that made my mouth water, him looking at me the way he did.    

      “Dinner, NRD? What do you want for dinner?” I finally asked.

      “CJITHT.” And he laughed at my look.

      “Camron Jones in the hot tub, dumbass.”

      “You want to boil me before you eat me?” I asked.

      “No. I just want to eat you raw.”

      Now that was a little rich for Nate and I recognized it for what it was. The way we didn’t beat around the bush anymore, the way love and lust couldn’t be hidden from the other, and we both reeked of anticipation. His eyes, the half honest smile, the little tilt of his head wondering, and the way I must have been looking at him. And as I opened the door my phone rang; Dad.

      I put it on speaker as Nate climbed off me adjusting the front of his pants. “Hi, Dad.”

      “How yah doing, champ?” He asked as Nate continued to adjust his pants.

      “What time is it over there? Sounds like you been hitting the beer bar?” As I got out adjusting in the same way.

      “How are you really doing? Is Nathan staying with you? Are you taking care of each other?” Nate and I laughed.

      “You could say that, Dad.” Was my reply.

      “It would have been nice to hear your side of what happened other than your Principles’ voicemail.”

      “I know, Dad. We’re back in school and we had practice today for what’s going to happen on graduation. We’re gonna sit in the tub for a while before dinner.”

      “Well stay up on the spa chems so there isn’t a layer of whatever floating on the water when I get home.”

      “Ew, Dad.”

      “I’m just saying all kinds of shit can grow in a hot tub if you’re not careful.” And I saw Nate turn red. It was so… fuckin cute.

      “Nathan?”

      “Yes, Sir.”

      “Sounds like you handed that boy his ass. If Cam gets out of line you have my permission to hand him his ass; understand?”

      “I’m sure one of us will get our ass handed to us, Sir. Love yah, Mr. J.”

      “Love you too, boys. Stay safe. Bye.” And he hung up.

      “You have no idea how lucky you are, CJ. Your Dad is so… cool.”

      “Dinner and hot tub, or the other way around, stud?”

      “Cam? You think I’m a stud?” I had never seen such question in body language before.

      His hands jammed in his front pockets, coat open and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, head tilted, lips full as his tongue darted out to wet them. Now one of two things was happening; Nate had no idea how fuckin hot he was or, he was fishing. He had no idea.

      “I was thinking more about a horse that goes out to stud than a stud, stud. You are so lucky Nate; the way you look. I’m a hag and I’m ok with that.” Yes, I was fishing and wished I hadn’t.

Nathan’s POV:

      Concern washed over his face as I reached out to hold him. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Camron.” And my eyes filled.

“Your eyes, face, and hair. Your body with how you’ve sculpted it, your skin, the way you taste.” And I dropped to my knees fumbling with his belt and zipper.

      “I am not going to let you suck me off in the garage, Nate.”

      “We need to get this out of the way, Cam. I have plans.” And I pulled his shaft down and took half into my mouth

I thought about if he was curved like I was, my shaft curved down over his tongue as his ran into the roof of my mouth. I pulled his shaft further down knowing it hurt him like when he pulled mine up; I swallowed.

There was no way I could do what he could from this angle so I sucked and jacked him with spit from my watering mouth as I held his ass with the other hand. I had to unbutton my pants because I was on my knees and my cock was scrunched in these jeans.

Cam’s hands went to my shoulders, he moved a little back and forth, “Nate? Nate, I’m gonna. Nathan.”

From your Author:

      In times like these, we all need to find comfort where ever we can and I hope I help with that. I have seen an increase of stories on this site and writers posting more frequently; some daily. I think that is a good thing because I’ve always thought it was important; don’t keep the readers waiting.

      Again a big shout out to our Host and all the writers and readers. For those reading; give it a try. If you want to get off on what you write; others will too, that’s ok. If you have a lot to say start a series and post the first one when you get to chapter 3 so you can feed your fans in a timely manner. I wish everyone well in these unprecedented times, think about yourself first and foremost then think about others around you.

      If you can help, please do so. If you can make a difference, do it. If you can provide comfort to another while keeping yourself safe; by all means. Be safe. Find reasons to laugh; it’s strong medicine. RJC.