Of Cards and Castles – Part 3
Of Cards and Castles – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos
Rory came by on Saturday afternoon. I was ready for him as much as I could be. We went in my yard and sat on the garden bench. My dad had just stacked the deck chairs in the garage. We looked at the bare tree and the leaves I’d have to rake if the wind didn’t pick up and blow them into the neighbor’s yard.
“So,” he said.
“So,” I said.
We sat like that for a while. Probably only a minute and a half, but it was tense.
Sky was grey. No rain, just the real end of autumn.
I heard Rory take a breath. He turned to me. “What the fuck, man?”
I knew he’d already spoken to Mia. Maybe had a fight with Mia. She’d texted me, too. I didn’t want to start at the beginning. I wasn’t going to be able to talk my way out of this. But I wasn’t going to give him any of that ‘It just happened — we didn’t mean to hurt you’ crap.
“We had to know,” I said.
“What?”
“We had to know how we’d be together if… if I broke you up. If you two broke up and she went with me.”
Rory closed his eyes. If they’d been open, I’d have seen his reaction to betrayal. I didn’t know if he was… I don’t know, sad? or starting a slow burn.
It was quiet, and like an idiot, I had to fill the silence. “You know I like her. You were part of that when we were all together. You, her, and me. How can you not love Mia?”
“I do love Mia,” he spat. I thought he was going to say ‘and Mia loves me,’ but he didn’t. He was doubting that.
“I know. And she loves you. I don’t know if you believe that, now, but she does.”
He was still quiet.
“On Clue day, we talked about this, me and her, and she told me to forget her. Scott and Fiona even told me to forget her. Lyla told me to forget Mia. But it was still there. We had to know.”
He was still quiet.
“So, if you hate anyone, let it be me. Because, yesterday? You were all she could talk about. We were supposed to find out if we could get along for hours — like you two can — and talk about anything and everything, go places and eat things. But all she could do was think about you. And, honestly, it wasn’t all with… guilt or whatever… she kept telling stories about how Rory does this, and how Rory said that.”
He made some noise. A quiet snort or an interested hum, I don’t know.
“And we found out what we had to know. We could be good together, but not good enough. Not like you two. Not enough for Mia to leave you. Not enough for me to…”
Rory stood up and came at me. “So, it was all for nothing! You could have let it be, but you had to go and fuck her behind my back!”
I got up and backed away. Rory was totally telegraphing a punch. I had loads of time to duck or dodge or just plain get away from it, but I stood there and took it. I let him punch me in the face. I turned with it, I’m not dumb, and took it on the cheek and jaw instead of the nose. His punch didn’t have enough force to knock me over, but I moved with it, like it took me off-balance. He barely noticed that he hit me. He just started whaling on me, fists flying.
“You son of a bitch, I hate you, you’re fuckin’ right I hate you, what the fuck did you do that for!” It all just poured out as he smacked me. None of the punches did any damage, they were all body blows — shoulder, chest, side, whatever he could hit, and I was wearing my bomber jacket. Rory hasn’t been in many fights; he grew up with a sister — I grew up with a brother. One strike clipped me on the chin and caught me off-guard, and that’s when I closed the gap. I just grabbed him, stopped his arms, and held him.
“I’m sorry, Rory. I’m sorry.” I put my head right next to his, holding him steady. “I can’t take it back. And I’ve probably lost you as a friend. But she loves you. Know that. She loves you.”
Rory seemed to lose the fight in him, and I let him go, but was ready in case he went for one more punch once he was free. He didn’t. He just started walking away.
I followed him.
“Where you going?” he asked me, over his shoulder.
“With you. Wherever.”
We just kept walking. He let me catch up with him, but we didn’t talk. It didn’t look like we were heading to his house, just somewhere, just north, I think.
I directed our walking toward a 7-11 store, and he came with. We went inside and got a couple Slurpees; mine was Coke, he took Cherry. I paid. We left and kept walking until we found a bus stop and had a seat.
“Why?” he asked.
“We’ve been there, man,” I reminded him, but we were talking.
“How many times did you fuck her yesterday?” he asked.
“I’m not answering that. You don’t want to know that stuff. Don’t start putting pictures in your head,” I warned him for his own good.
“You were my friend,” he said.
“I hope I still am. Maybe we can fix that. I love you. And I love Mia, and Lyla. I’m not ‘in love’ with Mia, though. I’d like to be ‘in love’ with Lyla, but that needs her and she’s… I don’t know. I’d do this again and break her and Conor up in a heartbeat if I knew she’d go for it. I don’t love Conor.” A bus came by and we waved it on, like it was the wrong number.
We got up and started walking again, toward my house. Rory laughed a little. “You said you loved me!”
“I do,” I told him. “You guys are my friends. Last year, my best friend since middle school moved away, right in the middle of the year, and I was just hanging with the people I met in Orchestra, but not, like, best friends, you know? Then there were guys on Soccer, had a couple girlfriends, and… But you three mean something to me. And if I’ve destroyed that, that will hurt the most. I’m not always a nice guy. Maybe that’s my punishment.”
“I’d rather punish you other ways,” he said. I think the Slurpee was working on his mood. Slurpees always work.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Kicking your ass at Crash Team Racing,” he said, in all seriousness.
“But you suck at CTR!” I challenged.
“Then, I’ll fuck you in the ass,” he said, again in all seriousness.
I had to grab any straw I could. “Let’s get home, then.” We walked faster.
We sat in my room, playing CTR for the next, I don’t know, hour? and Rory’s mood had improved considerably. Unless this was going to be a ‘last time we’re friends’ session, I thought that I might be forgiven. Not off the hook, but on the road to forgiveness.
At one point in our gaming, Rory just said, “Mia pretty much said the same thing, but in her way.”
“Will you forgive her?” I asked, wiping out. I was Neo Cortex, the bad guy, because I’m the bad guy, today. I let Rory be Crash Bandicoot.
“I love her. That’s why this hurts. It’s weird, like, because I didn’t know, because you guys kept it secret,” he said, looking only at his game controller.
“It wasn’t something we could really tell you. Even we didn’t know if we were serious about this, or if we were just…” I petered off. What was I going to say — horny?
Rory looked at the posters on my wall. “I mean, it’s weird because… I fucked you. You fucked me. We both fucked her. Mia and I traded one time and I fucked Lyla and she fucked Conor…”
“You let Conor fuck her?” I interrupted. “Fuck! I don’t feel so bad anymore…!” I was joking, but… I don’t know. Was I?
We switched to Jedi Power Battles — I was happy to have someone to play against in actual two-player games instead of these MMOs. Still, Rory’s Jedi Knights were fighting with a ferocity like they really wanted to kill my characters.
“Want to switch games?” I asked him after a good many battles. “I’ve got Tekken if you want to keep fighting?”
Rory put down his controller and stretched, rolling on the bed to each side. He spotted something across my room, got up, and put my Rock ‘em Sock ’em Robots on the floor. He looked directly at me. A silent challenge.
I closed my eyes. He still wanted to fight. I put down my controller and joined him on the floor. He took Red Rocket, I was Blue Bomber. I didn’t try to beat him, I was just pressing the handle buttons kind of randomly, but I knocked his head off first.
Rory stared at my arm. “Your hand okay, now?” he asked. We’d been playing my Playstation for an hour, but he hadn’t noticed my hand until we were playing Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots. I just nodded. Then he nodded.
Rory reset the robots and we went again. He knocked my head off that next time. He reset it, again. Tie-breaker. I barely moved my guy’s hands and he knocked my head off. Rory stared at me, knowing I’d thrown the match.
He pushed the yellow boxing ring away, a little frustrated with me. Then he flopped forward, his hand on my thigh.
“Stratego?” I offered.
“That’s a board game. You know what happens to us when we play a board game,” he laughed a little and smiled at me. His hand went down to my knee and back up.
“Maybe that would help.”
I got the game down out of my closet. It was then I saw the shirt he’d left in my room on Monday, when he’d changed into Mr. Green. “Hey, you forgot this here.”
“Thanks,” he said, taking the navy henley and putting it aside. “I’ll get your Sandman shirt back to you.”
“I said you could keep it, if you want. You like Spider-Man more than me, probably.”
“No, I like you more than Spider-Man,” he said.
I was going to correct him, but realized I’d made the mistake in how I said it. I never would have written it that way. So, he was being honest. He still liked me. I just nodded.
We set up the board on the floor. He was red, I was blue, again.
I won’t bore you with telling you about which piece I moved and where, and take up a bunch of time, but it was like every time Rory moved, he said something to catch me up in a lie, or something.
“If you like Lyla, why would you go after Mia?” he’d say, and move forward.
“Haven’t you ever liked two people?” I answered, and moved.
“Yes.” He looked at me, but did not move. “Did you agree to… play… with me just to get to Mia?” He still didn’t move.
He was talking about our first threesome. “No. That all kind of happened at the same time. I was interested in you, but that probably wouldn’t have happened without Mia. I had Mia in a couple classes last year, but we weren’t friends until you became my friend, first, on the soccer team. But I was interested.”
“Are you really done with Mia?” Then he moved.
“Yeah,” I said. “But she’s my friend, like you. So, I’m hands-off — unless we all get together and play Sexy Yahtzee, or something.” I moved.
“What about that Kiki girl. Do you still like her?” he moved.
“I remember what I liked about her. But she’s out of the picture,” I moved.
“Why not put your efforts into Lyla?” he asked and moved.
“She pretty much told me on Monday that she isn’t going to break up with that Jughead, Conor,” I said, and moved. “Tore my fuckin’ heart out. Again.”
“Do you just plain hate Conor?” he moved.
“I don’t hate him,” I moved.
“He can be an ass, sometimes,” Rory allowed, and moved. “He’s my friend, so I can’t tell him to break up. It has to be up to them.”
“He treats Lyla like crap,” I moved.
Rory almost said something, but just moved, instead.
“You know something… Don’t you?” I observed and moved.
“I shouldn’t say,” he moved.
Rory’s attack plan was coming to a head. I didn’t surround my flag completely with bombs — I wanted to give him a chance to win. But he was certain that a distant bomb was actually my flag, and got his last good piece blown up. My miners took out his bombs and his flag was mine. Even though I really didn’t want to win, I couldn’t help it — he was wide open.
Rory fell backward, his feet hitting the game board. “Winner puts away.”
I put back all the red and blue castle thingies while his feet kept trying to kick my hand as I went back to pick up more. I grabbed his foot and he pulled it out of his sock. I looked at his dirty sock and asked, “Where were you today?”
“Yard,” he said. “Talking to Mia. Didn’t need shoes until I came to see you.” He put his hand out for me to give him his sock back, but I just grabbed his other foot.
“Why don’t you stay? Crash over here, tonight?” I asked, pulling his other sock off as I rose to sit on my bed.
Rory rolled up to his knees and flopped his head onto the bed, next to me. The hand that had been on my thigh before found its way there, again. “Got anything to get drunk with?” he asked.
“Yeah. My dad won’t even know,” I told him. “Let’s get something to eat, we’ll raid the fridge, watch a dirty movie, jerk off a few times…”
His head was on my thigh, now. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly, running my fingers through his hair.
He shifted between my legs and pulled open my jeans. I lifted my ass and helped him get them down to my knees. He stopped there, though, and just took ahold of my cock and started stroking me, slowly, his other hand raking my pubes. I was half-hard and he got me full-hard in just a few strokes, and he kept going. He glanced up, and it looked like he was going to say something, but decided against it and just put my cock in his mouth.
He worked my cock like he was enjoying it, savoring it, like it was special to him, not just a fast bob to get me off. And he kept going, sucking me slowly, not just priming me for action, either. His tongue was working my sweet spot.
“Shouldn’t I be doing this to you?” I breathed. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Rory pulled off me. “I don’t want to lose either of you.” He sat back and pulled my jeans and boxers all the way off, taking my socks with. I pulled off my shirt while he did. He stood and took off his own shirt and threw it at my closet. I laughed and threw his blue henley back in, too. I guess I was collecting his shirts. He turned around to take off his pants and boxers, showing me his ass as he did.
I did like the sight of Rory naked, front or back, and figured I’d fuck him, too, sometime tonight. When I’d fucked him at Mia’s that first time, it was new to me, but I liked it because it was with Rory. I’d looked right in Mia’s eyes when I’d fucked him, but I couldn’t do that, this time.
Rory crawled onto the bed with me. He didn’t bend me over or anything. He just started kissing his way up my body. I put my arms around him when he got to my chest and neck. I gave in to wanting his body. We were alone, and nobody could judge me. I ran my hand up and down his back. His skin was so soft. I mean, this is nothing I’d ever actually tell anybody, but I guess I’m safe saying it here. Rory looked good. I’d already confessed to him that I’d noticed him in the showers, but his body was smooth and soft and his colors made him look, I don’t know, like I just wanted to hold him. The word ‘cuddly’ comes to mind, but, fuck, I don’t want to say that. But I guess I just did. His summer tan had faded long ago, so there were no swim trunk lines; his muscles weren’t as pronounced as mine; his blond hair and pubes just looked so natural, so a part of his body and coloring, and his blue eyes… I had to hold him. I had to feel his body.
Maybe he felt some of the same, because he was all over me, too. We moved as we wanted, rolling over my blue-and-white comforter, learning each other’s bodies like we really couldn’t do in front of Mia those times. We were just finding parts of each other to lick and suck and kiss, now. I still hadn’t let him kiss me proper, though. But I knew I might. I was feeling it, I think.
I was also feeling mighty horny. And however we wound up that way, he was face down as I slid down his back. I was struggling with the ultimate insult of kissing his ass when I decided to try and lick his hole. We’d avoided it, so far. So, I tried it. Rory shivered like he’d touched an open socket. It made me smile, so I did it again. Rory started rolling his hips to give me a better angle of attack, and the roll continued up his back like a wave.
I wasn’t sure how long I was supposed to do this. Supposed to? I don’t know. He was clean, and I dipped my tongue inside, but I didn’t really want to push the taste issue. Then I remembered something — I looked to my nightstand and saw the little black bottle of lube I’d stolen from my brother’s room. Mia and I didn’t wind up using it, but I hadn’t put it back. I got up on my knees and reached for it, and squirted some on me and him.
He kept that rolling going as I pressed the lube inside him with my thumb. He moaned some into my sheets, just sounds, no words. He wanted me to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him. So, I did. I lined my cock up and pressed inside him. I didn’t know about prepping him with a couple-few fingers, going wider, or whatever. It’s just the way we did it. I wanted to be inside him, and he wanted me.
He pressed against my cock, and actually made it easier to get all the way in, and soon I’d begun a good, easy, slow rhythm, fucking him in and out. I leaned over and wrapped my left arm around his chest and lifted him, supporting myself with my right. I needed him to be at the good angle we’d found, but I wanted to feel his skin on my chest, I wanted to kiss his neck, I wanted to smell his sweat the way Mia said she liked us.
I was at his ear, inside his hair. “Is this okay? You like this?” I whispered.
“I fuckin’ love when you fuck me,” he breathed. “I never felt like this when Conor did it to me, or I did it to Conor. You do it right,” he confessed.
“Don’t mention Conor to me,” I grumbled.
“Sorry.”
I don’t know if I knew how to fuck someone in the ass correctly, I just knew I didn’t want to hurt him. I wanted to love him. I wanted to feel good and wanted him to feel good, too.
“Johnny?”
“Yeah?”
“You can go faster. Fuck me harder…”
So, I did. Given the opportunity, sure I did. And if anybody was listening to the house, they might’ve heard the noise of thighs slapping together as I fucked Rory so I could cum, still holding him tightly to my chest until I blasted inside him for the first time. We’d fucked a couple times, but I’d never cum inside him. Then, we collapsed forward. We were still for a while.
I pulled out of Rory, and kissed down his spine as I backed away. I fell to his side, and he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me, this time. I liked being there. It was peaceful in Rory’s arms.
Eventually, Rory stirred. “Wait,” he said, breathing to clear his head, “wasn’t I supposed to fuck you?”
“Call your mom. Stay the night,” I told him from his armpit.
He looked for where he’d stashed his phone. I saw him check his messages, and saw that a bunch of them were from Mia. I saw one that said “Please talk to me” on it before he swiped that screen away. Then he called his mom and told her that he was crashing here overnight.
“No, I’m not at Mia’s house. Call Johnny’s mom and ask. Besides, Mia and I had a fight, so I… yeah… Yeah, guy talk. … No, it’ll be okay, just need a day to cool off,” I heard him say. How could I not — he was right next to me.
But I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and texted Mia.
Rory saw me texting, and easily figured out who I was talking to. I didn’t hide my screen from him. I waited for his reaction, but he just sat silent.
Again, I waited to see if Rory had any reaction. Would he take my phone and do a “This is Rory,” or start texting on his own, or…? He just kind of looked down and thought for a bit. He shook his head.
He looked me dead in the eye. He held out his hand. I gave him the phone, thinking he was going to call her or text, like I thought before. I was dumb to do so. He read the conversation again, but he had to move it up to see the whole thing, and I realized I was an idiot because the conversation from Friday morning was still there and Mia’s panicked messages after Rory found out.
“You greeted her wearing just your robe, huh?” he said, disappointed.
“Fuck, don’t read that. I told you not to put pictures in your head,” I said, taking my phone back and putting it away.
“Too late. I think I need to hit you, again.”
I felt bad and stupid enough to say, “Go ahead,” and prepared myself for another punch. I figured he was sitting and wouldn’t get much power, no windup or anything, and I could take it like before. But Rory pulled his arm back and hammered me right down flat in the gut, which I was not ready for.
I doubled over and turned on my side, trying to breathe, and muttering how that fuckin’ hurt.
Rory spooned onto me, his arms around me from behind, his cock at my ass, but he wasn’t hard.
“Should I call her?” was what he asked.
“Give yourself some space. Give her some space,” I told him when I could breathe. “You didn’t break up,” I reminded him. “You know, you and me, we’re guys — a couple of punches and a Slurpee, and we’re good. You can’t do that with her.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “The Slurpee did help.”
“Come on,” I said, rolling and getting up. “Put your shirt and boxers on and let’s go get some grub. I’ve got some cans of Mountain Dew Baja Blast. Mia told me all about how you love that stuff.”
“I do enjoy Baja Blast,” he said to the pillow. “Okay.”
“After we eat, you can still hit me, but no more punches in the stomach,” I warned.
We hit the kitchen. My mom saw us and I waved, letting her know Rory was staying. She waved back. When we came back through, she asked if we had enough supplies — our arms were freaking loaded! — and I said we were probably good until midnight.
On Saturdays, my mom makes a big lunch for the family and doesn’t cook dinner because we’re all usually going out somewhere, but Rory hadn’t eaten since I don’t know when. We took all the leftovers and he polished them off, then moved onto the snacks. I’d snagged a bottle of tequila and we’d turned the Baja Blasts into margarita-like things.
So, we did as I promised. We ate, watched Caddyshack, got a little drunk, laughed our asses off, put on some porn, and jacked each other off. Rory really has a thing for sister-brother porn.
We were watching one Rory liked where a sister and brother have to share a hotel room. I’ve seen a couple of those where the sister was some tattooed slag, but this one was pretty good. The sister was really nice looking, and they were quiet, which actually made it kind of believable.
“If Fiona was my sister, I’d be trying to hit that every night,” I moaned as we watched and jacked.
“She’s so fuckin’ hot…” Rory moaned.
“Now, I got the gift of a lifetime from her on Clue day, but I don’t know how you don’t sneak into her room every night and lick that pussy, man…” I jerked him a little faster, knowing he’d copy and pick up the pace on me.
“I’ve never licked her pussy, yet,” Rory moaned.
Yet? “You gotta taste it, man. Such a pretty pussy, all golden, like Lyla’s…” I moaned.
“Yeah, but Fee’s is feathery, so pretty…” he said. Did he know what he was confessing?
“And those tits…” I led on.
“I love her tits,” he said.
“You gotta fuck her one day, man…”
“I have fuc-…” he started and stopped.
Both of our hands froze and he turned to me, “I… I didn’t…”
“It’s okay,” I told his eyes. “I know.”
“You know?”
“I figured it out. It really wasn’t that hard to figure out. You guys have got to shut up about that stuff,” I said, quietly, like a secret. “I’ll never tell anyone,” I assured him.
He breathed easier, visibly, then started working my cock, again. “She felt sssssso good…”
“Fuckin’ tell me about it…” I said, referring to my own once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he answered me.
“She caught me jerking off, but she took her clothes off and joined me and did it for me. She sucked me off, man, and I came in her mouth, and she kept sucking, and I was still hard, and she climbed on top of me and fucked me… she fucked me, man… and I came so fast, I had to fuck her again… I fucked her twice that day…”
“Me, too, on Clue day…”
“Johnny?” he asked, stopping all motion.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t make me cum. I want to fuck you. You said I could fuck you,” he pleaded.
I let go of him and guided him on top of me, opening my legs for him.
“You don’t want to turn over?” Rory asked.
“No. This way this time,” I told him.
“Thanks.”
I scraped my cock for any remaining lube and slathered it on my ass. Rory put some more on, anyway.
He fit his cock head inside me and I relaxed, kind of pushed down on him like he did, and he got in much easier than our last time.
He closed his eyes and started a slow in and out. From kneeling and holding my legs, he stretched over me, little by little, letting my legs go so I could wrap them over his back. This felt so much better than the last time, my first time. It still felt huge in me, but that’s just how you feel or… perceive… how things are, I guess. He didn’t pound me, he just kept fucking me, nice and slow. I was actually enjoying this.
Rory’s arms folded down and he began kissing my body where he could, starting on my chest and my shoulders. He took time to lick and suck at my nipple, which sent a zing through me. That was when I realized I was hard — not all soft and frightened from Rory’s invasion. I reached a hand down between us to give myself a stroke and keep my cock that way.
Rory made his way to my throat, kissing up to under my chin, then circled onto my neck and near my ear. “Johnny,” he whispered, “I love this.”
I let go of my cock and held his ass with both my hands, not pushing him or dictating a speed or rhythm, just feeling the softness of his ass and the muscles working inside it as he fucked me.
I let out a little groan when he said he loved fucking me, just a reaction, and not a negative one, more like a ‘me, too.’
“I don’t…” he started. He wanted to say something but was judging it. If he stopped himself from mentioning Conor, then he was right to do so.
I moved one hand from Rory’s ass up his back, between his shoulder blades. “That’s because we actually like each other. Not just doing it because we don’t have girlfriends. You’re the only guy to ever fuck me, really, and I love letting you do it. I really liked fucking you, too, and it’s not because… I don’t know… It’s because it’s you and me doing it,” I told him to his face.
Rory’s arms went around me and under my back, wrapping me tightly to him. “I love you, Johnny.”
“I already told you I loved you,” I reminded him. I wasn’t sure I meant romantic love, like I would if I said it to Lyla or Mia, but I kinda did, too. It was confusing, a little, but I didn’t want to spend any time thinking about it. I wanted to feel it like he had. “Now fuck me.”
Rory picked up the pace down below, still not slamming into me, but fucking me faster, moving the lube. He licked my ear and resumed kissing my neck. His kisses moved onto my jaw and cheek. I knew where he was going. He’s wanted to kiss me — really kiss me — for a while, now, and I’d never let him. I was going to let him, now, though. Fuck, I wanted to, too.
“Johnny, I…” he started. But I shut him up and met his lips. Then he took over, kissing me with a passion that either of us would only ever have used with Mia or Lyla, before. I’ve made out with a number of girls (a number somewhere around eight or nine), but most were just fun, kissing in the basement rec room, the back seat of a friend’s car, or with Kari Tanaka when she’d sneak in to fuck me. But kissing Rory felt different. Not because he was a guy, but maybe because I really liked him. It was like kissing Mia. It was like kissing Lyla.
Kissing me became Rory’s main focus, now. His thrusts slowed down, like he had to remind himself to fuck me. His tongue pushed at my lips and I let it through to join mine. Finally, I interrupted him.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you, instead,” I threatened.
Rory got the message and lifted above me, still looking directly at me, and finally started a harder and faster way of fucking. He was looking at me, and kind of through me. I wondered briefly if he was imagining fucking Mia instead of me. “I don’t want to hurt you, Johnny,” he said.
“Fuck me and cum in my ass, already,” I growled, this time putting my hands on his ass and demanding some force.
Rory closed his eyes and started fucking me like he wanted to. I could see his neck and face muscles tightening, his teeth clenching, his shoulders and arms becoming columns as his cock slammed into my ass. And it was hurting, but I didn’t whine. I wanted him to do it.
Finally, he blew out his breath and his slams got erratic before he held completely still and shot his cum inside me. I gripped his ass as I felt each shot. Rory convulsed each time he shot, like a ripple from his waist up his spine to his head, his head kicking back each time.
He had given all he had, for now, and slowly let his elbows break and I pulled him down onto me.
After a while — I don’t know how many pornos auto-played in the background this whole time — he started kissing my neck, again, and made his way back to my mouth. I gave him exactly one big kiss before I spun him onto his back.
“That was fun, but it’s my turn to cum, again,” I told him. Then I did my best to do exactly what he did, copying nearly every move, as I fucked my friend, looking into his eyes, this time.
We fell asleep. No surprise. My laptop had gone to screen saver and auto shutdown. Rory and I had shifted, consciously or subconsciously, and were now under my covers, holding each other, legs kind of tangled, our balls on each other’s thigh. His face was so close to mine, we were sharing the same breath. It’s cute to think about that, romantic-like, but his breathing was warm, and I needed to move my nose above his to get some cooler air. I didn’t want to move away, or roll over, so I guess that was cute or romantic of me, in some fashion.
But I looked at my friend. His peaceful face, cheekbones, his blond hair, slightly darker eyebrows — it was almost pitch-dark in my room, but I knew his colors and filled them in inside my mind. I could probably reach his lips, if I wanted to, without moving. He was close enough for me to lick them, for sure.
I tried it, and I could. His lips were dry, so when my tongue touched them, he involuntarily sucked his lips in, wetting them, like I reminded him to do that in his sleep. Then I leaned in that much further and kissed him.
At first, I just kissed him, but on the second try, he was kissing me back. I don’t know if he was asleep, or just awake enough, but each time I went back in, he was kissing me as much as I was kissing him.
I knew I’d awoken him when his hands found my back and pulled me to him, and his foot started running up my leg. My hands grabbed his back and ass, too, but then Rory pulled me, kind of gently guided me, on top of him.
Our cocks found a spot on top of each other’s as we rubbed them together. Since I was on top, I was holding in position over him so this could continue. It felt good. I couldn’t stay airborne, though, much longer — from sleep, I was feeling heavy. Our cocks slid next to each other, but we kept humping, and I guess we had just enough live lube on us, yet, to make it worth it.
I held Rory like Mia. I wasn’t imagining Mia, though, just that I was mounted on him like I would be on Mia or Lyla. Our humping was getting serious, and I was sliding in his pubes and thigh crease like it was a pussy. My body just reacted like it was one. I wanted it to be a pussy. Not his anus, I wasn’t looking for that. I wanted to just fuck Rory like he was a girl, like I was inside his pussy. And he was doing the same to me. I wish we’d had more lube, but under the covers, it was warm, and we were both generating some sweat, so it was working. I wanted to be inside him.
When one of us sped up, so did the other, by default, and I knew I was going to cum, again, soon. We’d never stopped kissing. And we were fucking. And I was going to cum.
Rory came first, though, and when I felt his jizz being pumped onto my belly, it triggered my own, and we were able to use that stuff as more lube as we continued toward our completions. My heart was still pumping fast, though; I could feel the pulse in my ears, and I could hear Rory’s heart thumping away, too, until we slowed down.
I slipped to the side, but we remained locked together. Rory made sure of that. We continued kissing, when we weren’t trying to breathe. And just when I thought I was asleep, Rory kissed me again, and I’m sure I’d done the same thing a couple times, too, like we woke up suddenly and remembered that we were supposed to be kissing.
That brought us to the morning, when I woke Rory up and told him to hop in the shower with me. And I put Nightpanther on him and said the wrong thing after making so much progress. I let him fuck me in there, but he didn’t take my mistake out on me. He really just wanted to fuck, again. And when he was done, he turned me around, slid down my legs, and sucked me off. In the warm water, with his warm mouth around me, I felt like a prince, but didn’t deserve to do so.
We got dressed. I gave Rory some clean socks and underwear. I was going to loan him a fresh shirt, but didn’t want him to look any more like me when we went to Mia’s house. He wore his left-behind navy henley, figuring he hadn’t worn that too much that one day.
“You good?” I asked. I thought I was asking about if he needed or wanted some hair product, or my or Scott’s after shave, or something. But he turned it on me.
“Are we good?” he asked back.
I sighed. “That’s what I should be asking you.” We got our jackets and headed out. I texted Mia that we were on our way.
“You know,” I started, still feeling the need to explain or apologize, “there was no evil plot to break you up, no strategy.”
“No Stratego?” he kidded.
“Even that game, I wasn’t trying to win. Just play. I played with her. Then I played with you. It was more like Lyla’s Old Maid, all of us. Lasso Louie sneaking off with Careless Carrie just because they could, but Milkman Moe wins the day. And Carrie loves Milkman Moe.” I stopped walking and took his shoulder. “You’re gonna forgive her, right?”
“I already have,” he said.
“And I won’t get in the way of that. I mean it. Ever. Unless we’re all playing Monopoly and she’s the Community Chest, or something…” I tried to kid with a weak smile.
“No one likes Monopoly, you know that,” he reminded me. “But…” He turned and had a fun look in his eye. “Now, Mousetrap… now there’s a challenge!”
I’d have to think about that one.
“So, remember what you really want,” he said. “Ballet Betty. If you pull her away from that weird Postman Pete, I won’t get in the middle.”
“I thought Conor was Billy Blaze?” I thought of his hose jokes.
“No. He’s the Postman. Think about it.” He was telling me something, but I couldn’t think of what, at that point.
We got to Mia’s house. She was in the window, waiting, watching.
Rory gave me one last punch, a soft sock in the shoulder, instead of good-bye or a bro hug. Then he was up the stairs and through the door. Mia didn’t even look at me. And then I walked home.
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