Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 00:27:36 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Move Out, Move In, Move On

			MOVE OUT, MOVE IN, MOVE ON
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I stopped when I saw the figurine like I'd hit a wall of glass. Frozen in
place, was more like it, stopped in mid-movement.

Just a small ballerina figurine, done in pastel pink and flesh, with the
tiniest bit of rose-red lips and the hair of jet black. Hand-painted, a
keepsake, a remembrance.

Olaf's hand on my shoulder is what brought me out of it. "Neil." he said
softly. His large form was almost looming over me, he topped me by about
four or five inches in height.

That broke the spell, in a way, that is, I began to tear up. "We bought it
at a yard sale. It cost us two dollars, I only had a single dollar on me
other than twenties, and Todd pulled out the other dollar to buy it. It was
the first thing we bought together. Nothing big, I know, but...." That was
when I broke on down.

Olaf held me and let me cry it out. When you're leaving the apartment
you've shared with your lover (now ex-lover) for eight years, you need a
good friend to hold you now and then.

When I was still, he had the good sense to turn things practical. "We've
finished packing out all the stuff out of the kitchen and bedroom." He
said. "Just this room to go. Anything else here you want to take with you?"

Todd had told me to just take what I wanted. I looked at the figurine and
said, "Yeah, I want to take this. Just this."

"All right." Olaf took the figurine from my hand, wrapped it in a towel
from the bathroom we had kept aside for such things, and placed it in the
box on the coffee table. Closed the box and ran the gun of packing tape
over it to seal it up. His auburn hair drooped over his eyes, and he flung
it back with one hand as he did so. Stood up and looked at me, his body
only half turned, and his slender waist made that look graceful and svelte
instead of awkward. His Nordic good looks were bent into an amiable
half-smile. Not huge and ingratiating, not forced and pasted on. Just a
munificent personality, ready and willing to help and be there for me in my
time of need. He knew this packing was hell on me, and he had done more of
it than I had. I kept pausing and remembering, regretting and recriminating
myself. Olaf had kept me on track.

"Are you ready to go?" Olaf asked me.

I looked around. All the things that had been part of my life for so
long. I was taking so little. So very little.

"Yeah." I said. "I'm ready to go." Walked behind Olaf carrying the box
holding the ballerina and other things, and turned the lock on the doorknob
and flicked off the light.

I had moved out.

* * * * *

I was staying with Olaf until I could find a place. A furnished place,
because I didn't have much furniture. I could have denuded Todd's
apartment, but hell, he had bought most of that stuff (his job earned him
three times my own salary), so I was crashing on Olaf's couch, which was a
sleeper sofa. Hell, Olaf let me turn the living room into my own room, sort
of. I could sit up and watch television long as I wanted (I wasn't sleeping
much, it's hard sleeping alone, and on a sleeper sofa, hell). But most of
the stuff, I was happy enough keeping them in the boxes.

But I was piling stuff all over the place that way. Clothes worked well
enough in the boxes, blue jeans don't care if you keep them in a box until
you wear them, and my shirts weren't that sensitive, either. Not like Todd,
who had suits to dry-clean and shirts that had to be specially laundered. I
had ruined one of his shirts once by...no, enough of that!

A week into my stay, and I came home to see a big dresser sitting in the
living room. "What's that?" I asked Olaf.

"A dresser for you." Olaf said. "I found it at a garage sale, just twenty
dollars...so I bought it for you."

"For me?" I said. "Thanks, geez, my first piece of furniture for when I get
my own place."

"Uh...yeah." Olaf said. "Sure. I got it because it kind of matches my own
furniture, too. So we can put it anywhere you want to and it'll look okay."

"Well, gee, thanks." I said.

"I mean, if you want to put it in my bedroom." Olaf went on. "And you could
hang your clothes up in my closet and...and stuff." Then, defensively,
almost, he said, "I mean, you've been living out of boxes long enough,
don't you think?"

"Sure, sure." I agreed. I hadn't thought about how the boxes had been
bothering Olaf. "This place does look like a mess, doesn't it?"

"I didn't mean it like that." Olaf said. "I like having you here,
Neil. Sheesh, I was getting so bored here at nights, not having anyone to
talk to. It's why I kept visiting you and Todd so much. But this is
better. Having you here, I mean."

"Todd." I said. "Yeah." I had seen Todd earlier that day. He was with
another man. I couldn't tell if it was a friend or lover or what. But they
were awfully friendly and I didn't know the guy. And if he hadn't found
another guy, would he have broken up with me?

"I want you to feel at home here, Neil." Olaf said. That gentle smile was
like the warm sun of springtime when the flowers bloom and birds are
singing in the trees. "You can't feel at home as long as you live out of
boxes."

"You're right." I agreed. "Let's get me unpacked."

We couldn't fit everything into the dresser, and why would I really want to
unpack some stuff like the kitchenware anyhow. But the stuff I needed, we
got unpacked, and cut the boxes in the apartment down to three I could
stack in a corner, and so I did.

"What do you think?" I asked Olaf when I got things put away. "Looks a lot
better in here, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." Olaf was looking at the dresser with some displeasure. I had put it
between the television set and the stereo cabinet, there was just room for
it there.

"It needs something, doesn't it?" I agreed. "I know just the thing." I
opened the living-room box for the first time, unwrapped the figurine of
the ballerina from the towel there, and put it on top of the dresser. A
small touch of decoration of mine here in Olaf's apartment. "There." I
said. "Now, I'm properly moved in."

"Yeah." Olaf agreed, and the smile, slowly, returned. "You're moved in."

* * * * *

I came home a few weeks later to find a mini-celebration waiting on the
kitchen table. "Hey, what's this?" I asked. I was working pretty late at
night, so Olaf had taken to fixing dinner for both of us so I could eat
soon as I walked in the door, but this was more than just dinner waiting
for me. It was nice to come home to a hot meal. Olaf was a good cook, if
not a fancy one.

"Surprise." Olaf said. Not shouted, that wouldn't have been his way, just
the quiet comment.

"What's this for?" I asked again.

"You've been living here with me for one whole month." Olaf said. "I
thought we ought to celebrate that."

"A month?" I said. Looked at the calendar. "Yeah, I guess it has been a
month. I'd kind of lost track."

"I figured you could maybe use a bit of celebrating." Olaf went on. "Time
to declare your independence, and so on."

"Independence?" I said. "Yeah....yeah, I guess I should." I was really kind
of, sort of, getting used to being on my own again. I'd heard a few days
before that Todd had moved a new guy into our old apartment and you know,
it didn't bother me all that much. More annoyed than anything else. It
wasn't like Todd and I hadn't been fighting a lot before we broke
up. Still, you hate to think someone gets over you that quickly. Todd had
gotten over me, all right. "Time for me to get over him." I said
aloud. Made a face. "I didn't mean to say that out loud." I admitted
sheepishly.

"It's okay." Olaf said. His big, broad arms moved as he lit the
candles. "Sit down and we'll have a real meal here. I made the same meal my
mother makes for my father when they celebrate their anniversaries."

"The same meal each year?" I asked as I scooted up to the table. It was
nearly eight o'clock at night, I was ready to eat and then some.

"The very same." Olaf said as he spooned some soup into a small
bowl. "First course is a light chicken soup. Just to get the palate going."

The soup was little more than chicken broth, but it wasn't at all
fatty-tasting. I had a couple of pieces of chicken in it and I ate those
when I found them. Spooning it up took some time, but I followed Olaf's
lead at the end and picked up the small soup bowl and drank it down that
way. Olaf took my bowl from me and put it away as he brought in the next
course.

"Now salad." Olaf said. "Again, just something to take the edge off your
hunger so you can slow down and enjoy the main course and dessert."

"Fine by me." I smiled. I was enjoying the attention, as you can imagine.

"Now the piece de resistance." Olaf said when the salad was done. He
brought us two small plates. "Roasted chicken topped with eleven
spices. Sorry, the spices are a secret to my family." The chicken came with
a side of green beans and carrots, both sliced longitudinally into slender
little strands rather than blocked into chunks. It made a pleasing color on
the plate, and the chicken was just a touch hot to the tongue. A white wine
helped wash down the flames.

"And for dessert, fruit and cream." Olaf put three small bowls on the table
between us this time, one of strawberries, one of banana slices and one in
the middle of whipped cream. "What we do is dip the strawberry or banana
slice into the cream and feed it to each other."

"Each other?" I said. Then I smiled. "Okay. If that's what you do."

"It's what Mom and Dad have done." Olaf said. "Their relationship has
lasted over thirty years. I figure it's worth a shot for you and me."

He dipped a strawberry into the cream and presented it to me and I opened
my mouth and let him slide it into me. When I closed my mouth, I tasted one
of his fingers, and only then did it hit me. "You and me." he had said. You
and me?

I chewed slowly while I digested that tidbit.

"Now you do me." Olaf said.

I took the strawberry, my brain swimming. What was I getting into
here. What had I gotten myself into?

I looked at Olaf as I dipped the strawberry into the cream. Smiling as
before. A nice, comfortable man to be with. He had made me feel more than
welcome here. He and I had known each other for over five years, when he'd
lived next door to me and Todd. He had moved out again a year later, but
kept up the friendship by frequent visits. He was my friend, not Todd's. So
easy to talk to. So easy to be with. Such a big, good-looking guy. He had
made this dinner for us. Made all my dinners, even though he didn't have
to. Let me live with him even though I wasn't in a good position to pay him
rent and wouldn't be for some time.

I lifted the strawberry to Olaf's lips as he opened them for me. His eyes
closed as I deposited the strawberry in his mouth, and he chewed it
blissfully.

Why hadn't I seen this? And now that I had...what now?

You can't move out of an eight-year relationship and jump right into
another one. But then, the last year, I had seen more of Olaf than of Todd.

"Now for the banana." Olaf said to me. He picked up a slice (like the
carrots and green beans, they had been sliced the long way, and were about
an inch and a half long, and a half-circle the other way. Easy finger
food. The flat side gave the cream a big wide ledge to ride on. It went
into my mouth and again I tasted the skin of his fingers with my lips. I
let my own eyes close as I chewed and when I did, I felt his hand, which
hadn't withdrawn, reach up and brush my cheek with the back of his
hand. Not roughly, just...tenderly.

"Did your mother and father do that, too?"

"Yeah." Olaf said, his voice soft and husky. "I sneaked in and peeked at
them once when I was six or seven years old. I didn't think it was silly, I
thought it was...kind of special."

"Special, yeah." I whispered. I took up the banana slice and I dipped it in
the cream and lifted it to Olaf's mouth. As he chewed I said, just as
softly, "I'm full. Can we get to the next part of it now? Right now?"

"Yeah." Olaf sighed. His big body was a sculptured marvel as he got up from
the table. The dishes were ignored as he came around me. His arms moved up
and around me, his body pulled himself up to mine, and the kiss was
flavored with strawberry, banana and cream. Sweet and soft and sensual. I
had a sudden visual image of making love in a bed covered in strawberries,
banana slices, and cream. Covered in sweet delicate softness like a
confection.

Olaf's hands moved upon me with a trembling attached. "Oh, God, Neil." he
whispered to me. "I...I hope you don't mind....what I did."

"I need you, Olaf." I said to him in assurance. "It took me a while to
realize it...but I do need you."

"It's not too soon, is it?" Olaf went on. "I mean, not too soon since...."

I put my finger to his lips. "Don't say that." I crooned to him. "That's a
name we don't need here, not now, not tonight." Later, I knew, the name
would come up and have to be dealt with. I couldn't dodge it...but I could
delay it. I'd settle for that.

"Okay." Olaf said. "I won't say it."

"Then let's get into the living room." I said.

I'm not sure why I wanted the living room and the sleeper sofa, when Olaf
had a nice, big bed. Olaf didn't protest, he helped me rig it out, our
hands moving quickly to get the thing out and ready. Then Olaf came around
and helped me out of my clothes, his fingers moving on my shirt buttons
like sensuous spiders, they walked on his fingertips over my bare chest
beneath the shirt, and fire trailed in their wake as the venom of his love
burned me.

Olaf was wearing his usual t-shirt and that wasn't as romantic for me to
take off of him, but I did my best. Both of us bare to the waist, I played
with his surprisingly oversized nipples, they just begged you to grab them
and give them a twist, I swear. Olaf didn't mind, he just closed his eyes
and groaned as I worked them, but after a moment, his own hands grabbed for
my belt.

I did the same to his jeans front, and while he fought my belt buckle and
zipper, I jousted with his jeans buttons. Inside that was a warmth that was
covered in white cotton, his jockstrap. Olaf had already managed to get his
own hand inside my briefs and had my cock thoroughly wrapped up in his
palm, balls and all. I fumbled at him to do the same for him, and by the
time I did, Olaf had pushed my own pants down to my knees. I gave up all
pretense of seduction and just grabbed and yanked Olaf's pants down. At
that, I was still behind in the getting-undressed game, for I still wore my
sneakers and socks, while Olaf had been bare-footed when I got home.

It didn't matter. Nude and grinning, we got onto the bed. The sleeper-sofa
bucked alarmingly, and I wished I'd gone on into the bedroom, but Olaf just
rode it out and positioned himself over me, his cock above my face, my own
grabbed and guided into his mouth.

When he closed upon me, I could only moan and his cockhead slapped my cheek
and I caught it like a fish catches a bug skimming on top of the water,
with a big "O" of my mouth and coming up from below, snap! And the huge orb
of his glans was mine!

Olaf sank onto my prong like butter melting over a baked potato, running
over it on all sides, slowly, warmly, smoothly. Coating my cock with
sensual saliva that stroked my cockskin into awakening and congealing into
his mouth until it was a firm tower buried deep in his throat.

I worked his dong as best I could from below, I had to raise up from the
bed with each stroke, and I did so until I wearied of it, then I grasped
him and pulled him down onto me, plunging that turgid man-tower into me,
feeling the hot pole pulsing in my mouth and the head bent into my gullet.

Olaf could have left me thus impaled and I would have been helpless, I
think, but instead he shifted onto his side and so did I and now we were
both in control of ourselves. I was running far behind here, as before,
Olaf had my cock throbbing with excitement while I was still trying to put
together a smooth rhythm. What I lacked in finesse, though, I made up for
in raw desire and speed. I wanted this long tool, I wanted it like I wanted
the man attached to it, someone who loved me, who wanted me, who treated me
like someone special, hell, I should have crept into Olaf's bed weeks ago!
Why had I delayed, why had I held off?

Because the friendship itself was so important to me, I decided. Because I
had feared that if I lost it so close upon losing my lover, I couldn't have
taken it.

Olaf hadn't been so reticent. I could see now he had begun working on me
the first day I had moved in with him. All the kindnesses, all the little
thoughtful things, all the ways he had made me feel so important to him. He
had put it all on the line here. Gone after what he had wanted, the very
moment he learned I had broken up with Todd, he had extended the offer to
let me move in with him. Olaf hadn't broken us up in any way, he had simply
been ready to catch me as I was falling. Right into his arms.

And now, right into his bed. He had me, now, he had all of me. I never
wanted to let this one go! Friend first, now lover. So much better than
what I'd tried with Todd, taking the man into my bed and then trying to
paste a relationship onto it. Sex is great, but you can't build a life on
it. But I had built a life with Olaf, this was just the joy expressing
itself, a part of the whole, not the entirety.

I could spend the rest of my life with this guy! A lifetime, like this! I
hadn't had that feeling with Todd, despite the years together, there was
always that tension, that feeling that I was holding everything together
with a slender thread that could break.

Olaf, though, he was steady as a rock! And I had the rock-hard cock in my
mouth to prove it!

This let me redouble my efforts on Olaf, and I was pleased to hear his body
grunt in response. I was pleasing this big red-haired Norwegian stud, and I
could enjoy my own delight more easily, knowing that.

It was like the sparkle of fireflies in the evening. First there's just one
or two here and there, but then more and more sparkle, the light the only
way you see them, until soon you have a whole galaxy in your own backyard,
blinking away. That was how my climax built up within me, out of nowhere,
seemingly, but there was more and more and more and it grew until it
coalesced into a solid lump of raw pleasure, and my orgasm fell upon me
with a crash!

"Uh, guh, uh-ghh-uh!" I mumbled around Olaf's dong. I don't know if he
heard me or not, but I wasn't able to say more without letting go, and I
wasn't doing that! Not with this hot rod of his promising to blow any
moment itself, I wasn't!

So I grunted and that was my only warning to Olaf and he was working away
at me when I let a final "uh-HNNNNNHHH!" loose and spurted my jizz into
him. He gave a single snort of surprise, then he rose to the task, good,
dependable Olaf as always, and he took what I was jetting out with nothing
more than the soft sounds of his mouth and lips working as he swallowed my
come-load down.

I was working my own mouth upon his prod though in a halfway-haphazard sort
of way, too caught up in my climax to do more than that, and as I finished,
and was moving while panting hard, Olaf's own groans gave me far more ample
warning.

I told my worn body to go a little longer before rest, and I controlled my
passion-drained lungs into slowing down and with my body temporarily under
my sway, I gave Olaf the best damned sucking I could lay on him, and that
was how he reached his peak and with a loud sighing moan, exploded his jizz
into me. A hot, salty flood washed into me, and I gulped it down as I
could, with Olaf moaning and his body thrashing and his cock spraying the
hot wads into me, and I caught it all and with a sort of weak, exhausted
feeling of triumph, as he subsided, I stopped and let my oxygen-deprived
body once again work on rebuilding its depleted reserves.

Done, the two of us lying in pools of sweat we had made in our lust-ridden
gyrations, I suckled him dry and released him, the same as he was doing for
me. Like two good friends, we helped each other to our feet and stood
beside the sweat-soaked bedding, and we kissed, our bodies forming to each
other now, as if built of the same mold and meshing together again after
all this time apart.

"We'd better get to bed now." Olaf said to me. "It's nearly ten o'clock."

"It is?" I looked at the clock. "Sheesh, we were there longer than I
thought!" Had I really sucked on Olaf an entire hour there? It hadn't felt
like that long.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" Olaf asked me. Not insisting...but
asking. "Tonight and every night?"

"I certainly will." I agreed.

Olaf hesitated, then said, "I know you aren't ready yet for anything other
than two good friends. I want you to know that. Take your time. Just know
that if you want to...I do, too."

"I will." I said. "I promise."

The next day, when I got home from work, I moved my dresser into Olaf's
bedroom where it belonged, and my kitchenware went into his kitchen and so
on.

"Only one thing left." Olaf said to me. We had finished moving everything,
putting it all away into this, our one integrated apartment. "Where do you
want to keep this?" He held the figurine of the ballerina in his hand.

"I'll take care of that." I said, taking it from him.

I took it over to the trash and dropped it in, closed the lid. "There." I
said. "That takes care of it."

"I thought you wanted to keep it to remind you of Todd." Olaf asked, a bit
hesitant to tread these waters, but doing it all the same.

"No need." I said. "Nothing to remember, anymore. What's past is past. Now
let's get washed up and get in bed, we both have to work tomorrow." And we
both went into his bedroom.

I had moved on.

				  THE END
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