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A/N: I'd like to thank TalonRider for editing this chapter. His unparalleled brilliance and tireless effort applied to my work is greatly appreciated. Thank you!
I'd also like to thank Kristoffer for allowing me to use his beautiful poem within my story. Thank you!
Chapter 19: The Weekend: Part I
“You sure, Matt? I don’t mind staying back.”
I shook my head, “No, you go ahead. I was gonna head over to Jamie’s house in a bit anyway.”
Connor nodded, “Alright then. I’ll see you once I get back.”
Connor and his family, along with Josh were going to head into town. I would have accompanied them, but I wanted to catch up with Jamie for a bit. “See you guys!” I called out.
I watched as they stepped out of the front door and closed it behind them. I stood there for a moment before I headed upstairs, towards Connor’s room. It was quite chilly outside so I wanted to grab one of my jumpers. I walked inside his room and my eyes immediately noticed my computer case on the floor, propped up next to his wardrobe. I headed over, picked it up, and carried it over to my makeshift bed.
With everything that had happened over the last week, I felt ‘out of the loop’, as it were. Sure I’d been to school and stuff, but even then I wasn’t really concerned with everyone’s dealings. But seeing my computer reminded me about them, in a weird sort of way. I wasn’t the type of person who’d crawl through Facebook, or MySpace, but I’d check them every now and then, to see if anyone had left messages, or posts for me.
As I sat there waiting for the machine to boot up, I glanced around Connor’s room, my eyes noting the small poster of the clothed female model. I stared at it and thought for a moment. I wondered what Connor thought about when he thought of women. Not in a physical sense, but more in the sense of what type of person he’d want to date. Throughout his life, I’d seen Connor go through quite a few relationships, but none of them seemed to be really special. I think the longest one only lasted for around two months, before it ended.
That got me thinking about me. How come my relationship with Jamie was so serious? I mean, he was the first guy I had ever dated, yet we seemed to be really close. Connor’s relationships would have ended by that point, but ours was still going strong. Was it the fact that we were gay? Or both guys? Did that have any effect on it? I guess it did in some way. Jamie wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was my mate, my buddy too. We could go from being mushy boyfriends at one minute, to whipping each other at Fifa 09 the next. I couldn’t imagine any of Connor’s girlfriends sitting there playing the Playstation with him. OK, so maybe some girls wouldn’t mind battling it out on a console, but I still reckon that more guys would jump to the chance.
So that could be one reason. Another could be the fact that Jamie and I just seemed to ‘fit’. For all of our similarities, there was an equal amount, if not more, differences between us. Him being an American was a big part of that. It immediately put a spin on our relationship. A good spin. But it was those differences that made him all the more special, made us all the more special. He seemed to have a limitless amount of surprises to him, whether it was the way he’d act, or the way he’d do something, he always showed me a new part of himself. Therefore, I was in for another surprise when I opened my email and noticed a message from Jamie. It was sent a few days before, but he hadn’t mentioned it. I clicked on it and opened it up:
Good Morning Beautiful,
I bet you’re still asleep, tucked in all cute. Aww, now I want to come over there right now! Just to cuddle you and stuff. Haha, could you imagine Connor’s face if I did that? ;)
Anyways, I found this poem online and I wanted to share it with you. I hope you like it.
I’ll write I love you ten thousand times,
and sear painlessly upon your flesh
this awe striking emotion.
So you might know the weight of words
fastening me so intently
to blind man’s touch.
Perhaps I’ll dream ten thousand times,
you’re fingers running up and down my spine
making smooth archways;
Overtop cobbled pathways which
stretch across the many miles
caging my desireful eyes and empty palms.
Should I wish ten thousand times,
for salty ocean winds to carry
me sightlessly home.
To where my wandering heart
can mimic the loving action of my head
and lay itself to rest.
Just one lone time,
can turn a million empty words
into a single moment of intertwining fates;
Just a single moment’s worth of meaning
can turn a million desires
into everlasting love.
I smiled and read the poem again. It was quite a find, and such a sweet gesture on Jamie’s behalf. He could be a real romanticist at times. I looked back at the computer. Instead of sending him a reply, I decided that I’d head over there right away and thank him personally. I shut off my computer and placed it on Connor’s desk, before I headed back downstairs, and slipped my shoes on. I checked that I had my phone on me, before I opened the door and stepped out into the sun.
hammered my fist against the door and waited for someone to come
answer. I glanced across at the driveway, noting that Noah’s
car was glistening in the sun. It’s surface was slightly damp,
with water droplets stuck on the windows. The pavement beneath
appeared to be quite wet, indicating that it’d probably just
I faced forward as I heard the door open.
“Hey Matt!” Exclaimed Sam.
“Hey, Sam!” I called back.
“Come in.” She beckoned, “How are you?”
I nodded and stepped inside, “Yeah, I’m fine, you?”
She smiled, “I’m ok.”
“Good.” I replied, as Noah poked his head from out of their study.
“Hi Matt, how’s it going?”
I nodded, “All good. How about you?”
He smiled, “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said, as he walked over, “Jamie’s just in the shower.” He said grinning, “He had a slight accident with the hosepipe.”
I giggled, “Really?”
He nodded, “He was washing the car and he got a little wet and soapy.”
My mind instantly started to conjure up all these images of a wet and soapy Jamie, “I wish I had been there to see that.”
Noah laughed, “Next time I’ll take pictures.” He said, “Go on upstairs, he should be almost finished now.”
I slipped off my shoes, “Thanks.” I replied, “I’ll see you later.”
“We’re going to head into London in a while, you and Jamie are welcome to come if you guys aren’t busy.”
I nodded, “I’ll speak to Jamie, see if he has any plans or anything.”
“Sure, we’ll call you guys down before we go anyways.”
I smiled, “Alright then.” I said, before I headed to the stairs, “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Bye.” He said, as he headed back to the study.
I walked up the stairs, heading for his room. I could hear the shower on in the bathroom for a few seconds, before it shut off. Jamie must have finished in there. Instead of waiting down there for him, I continued up the extra flight of stairs into his room. Once inside I headed over to his bed, before an idea came to mind. I quickly glanced about, looking for somewhere to hide. I rushed over to his closet, but that was too full of clothes. I looked about again, before I figured that I could fit under his bed. I heard the bathroom door open downstairs, so I dropped to the floor and crawled under his bed. I faced the door and waited.
It was only a few seconds before I saw his blond head appear as he came up the stairs. He was dressed in that white, fluffy dressing gown, with a matching towel wrapped around his waist. I almost moaned aloud from the sight of him. He stepped inside his room and locked the door behind him. It was in that moment where I felt a little giddy inside. Sure I had seen Jamie naked a few times, but it was the fact that he didn’t know I was there that got to me. It felt cheeky, really cheeky.
He walked towards the bed and kicked off the slippers, standing in his bare feet. I couldn’t see much more than a few inches above his ankles, but that changed when he walked over to his window, closing the blinds slightly. I peeked out slightly, watching as he headed to the door, slipped off the dressing down, and hung it up on the little hook there. He turned around. The only thing covering him now was his towel. He lowered his hands to it, undoing it from his waist, before he freed it from his body, leaving him in the nude.
I exhaled heavily and bit my bottom lip. I couldn’t let him know I was there, not yet. I looked up again, looking at his groin. In the few times I’d seen Jamie naked, I hadn’t really seen him ‘soft’. Sure he became soft, but I still hadn’t really seen him properly. But right then, as I stared at him from under the bed, he looked great. He looked perfect. From his small, damp patch of brown pubes, to his smooth balls as they hung there. As for the gold itself, his dick was so…hot. Even soft, he was still big enough to be proud. Hell, he made me proud with that sexy thing!
Jamie finished drying his hair, lowered the towel to between his legs, and began to dry his manhood. I watched with intent as he dried himself. I pressed my hips forward, squeezing my hardness against the floor. He was turning me on and he didn’t even know it! He removed the towel, showing me himself again, only he was a bit bigger. Clearly all that stimulating had gotten him excited!
It would have been a perfect moment for me to ‘reveal’ myself, but I decided to wait when he walked over to his mirror. I watched as he stood in front of it, looking at himself before he stood up straight and flexed his muscles. His face in the reflection in the mirror seemed to reflect what I thought; that he looked good. He turned away from the mirror for a second, so I thought he was going to get dressed, but then he grabbed his lengthening cock and started to stroke it. Once it was hard, he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, standing sideways.
“Oh yeah!” He said softly, in an almost teasing tone.
I inched closer from under the bed, trying to catch a better look of his face. I looked up at him, his reflection present in the mirror. He looked himself over, checking out his manhood, and then he looked away slightly, his eyes catching mine in the reflection. He done a quick double take, before jumped back and turned around.
“What the HELL!?!?” He called out.
I giggled and crawled out, “Sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”
He stared at me, his eyes wide. Clearly he was shocked. “When did you get here?”
I brushed myself off, “While you were in the shower.”
He raised his eyebrows, “And so you hid up here to spy on me?”
I looked at him. He didn’t seem to be angry, but he was clearly still surprised that I was there. I walked closer, “Yeah…” I blushed. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” I began, before he cut me off.
He giggled, “I’m not angry at you, Matt.” He said, “You just…made me jump.”
I smiled, “Good.” I said, looking at him, “I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert now.”
He laughed at that, “No, I’d probably done the same, if I were you.”
I nodded and looked at him, my eyes flicking downwards.
Jamie blushed, “I’d better…” He began, before he headed for his closet.
I blocked him off, “I don’t mind, you can continue your…inspection.”
He blushed again, “I…well…” He looked at me, “Pervert.”
I shook my head, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Really?” He mocked.
“Yeah.” I paused for a moment, before I figured I’d have some fun with him. I stepped back a bit and dropped to my knees.
Jamie’s eyes widened at that.
“Just relax.” I said, before I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh. I felt his hot skin shiver beneath me.
“Shhh…” I whispered, as I traced my fingers up to his cock. I took hold of it and stroked it lightly.
His legs quaked slightly.
I smiled at that and looked up at his face. It was amazing at how he always seemed to have the upper hand, yet now I had him in the palm of my hand, literally. I jerked him a few more times before he reached down and grabbed my hand.
I glanced up at him.
“Wait…we’ll wait until they go.”
I looked down at his cock. A small drop of precum emerged from it’s tip. I leaned forwards to lick it off, but Jamie stepped backwards.
I looked at his face. I could tell he was having difficulty trying to ‘restrain’ me, but he was right to. We could have a lot MORE fun later when we were on our own. I nodded, “Ok.” I said, before I stood up. “But I won’t stop later.” I warned.
He leaned closer, “I wouldn’t want you to.“ He whispered, “Just you wait until they leave.”
I trembled slightly at that.
He grinned, “Can I get dressed now?”
I nodded again, “Sure.” I said, but stopped him again, as I leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips. “I love you.”
He smiled, “I love you too.”
I stared into his eyes for a moment, before I let him pass by and walk over to his wardrobe. I walked over to his bed and lay down, watching him get dressed. “I got your email.”
He looked over me, “About time!” He joked, “What did you think?”
“It was lovely.” I said, “Thanks for sending it.”
“You’re welcome.” He replied, as he pulled on some tight boxers, cupping his ass perfectly, “We doing anything later?” He asked.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I mean later. Like in the afternoon.”
“I haven’t got anything planned. Have you?”
He shook his head, “No. So what’s Con up to?”
“He’s in town, with his family and Josh.” I replied, “I haven’t heard from Max, or Ayo yet. They’re probably doing family stuff.”
“Yeah.” He said, as he slipped on a light blue t-shirt.
“Jamie, can you come down here!” Came Noah’s voice from downstairs.
“Just a minute!” Shouted Jamie, as he pulled on some trousers. He looked across at me, “They’re probably leaving now. I’ll be back in a second.”
I nodded and sat up on his bed, watching as he unlocked the door and went down the stairs. I lay back against the bed and closed my eyes for a bit. I could hear Jamie talking downstairs to his parents. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but it was probably just to say that he didn’t want to go into the Capital. I wasn’t against the idea of going, a walk along the river with Jamie sounded quite nice, but what we had planned would be so much more fun. I reached down and adjusted my erection. I could feel dampness in my boxers where I’d leaked.
I heard the door open downstairs, so I wandered over to his window, lifting up one of the blinds so I could see out. I watched as Noah, Sue, and Sam stepped out of the house, walking to the car. Noah unlocked it and they got inside, before he started the engine. A few moments passed before the car slowly rolled down the drive, along with the sound of the front door being closed. I watched as the car pulled out onto the street and drove off. I headed back over to the bed before a thought entered my mind. I could hear Jamie coming back up the stairs, so I quickly began to shed my clothing. I don’t think I had ever gotten undressed as fast on my life! Once I was in the nude, I lay back on his bed, but at the last minute, I flipped over, so I was laying on my belly, hiding my erection.
A few seconds passed before I heard Jamie make his way up the last few steps and entered his room. He seemed to stand there for a moment, before I heard the door being closed, and locked, along with him removing his clothes. I buried my face in the pillow, inhaling Jamie’s scent, as I felt the bed dip slightly as he climbed on. Instead of laying next to me, he did what I hoped, he laid on top of me. With his erection pressing against the dip of my ass, and his chest against my back. Within a few seconds, I felt his warm breath at my ear as he snuggled against me.
It felt amazing to have him be with me like this. Just feeling his body, his weight pressing on me. It was turning me on like mad. Jamie ground his hips against me, as he kissed my shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered softly, as he planted these small kisses along my shoulder and neck.
I exhaled at his touch, my muscles relaxing over my body. But my erection was straining madly, and I didn’t want to shoot all over his bed. I started to move beneath him. Jamie understood and rolled off me. I turned to the side to see him smiling at me. I shifted closer and kissed him. His pink, soft lips were delicious, so fresh. I loved the way they felt against mine, the way they’d move in concert with my motions. I felt his tongue flick against me, so I opened up and let him inside. He teased my tongue, as we engaged in our lip lock. I reached out with my arms and wrapped them around him. Jamie had done the same, with one hand reaching up into my hair, cupping the back of my neck. He tasted so good, so Jamie.
I pushed forwards, placing him on his back. I climbed on top, our two erections painting strings of precum over our navels. I felt so full down there, as though my balls were going to burst. It had been too long; way too long since I had last released. I needed Jamie, and from the way he was humping against me, he needed me too! I sucked on his tongue gently, but I just had to taste him. I pulled back from his mouth and licked my way down his body, stopping only to suck gently on his hard nipples. I rubbed my tongue against them, exciting them more, causing him to squirm beneath me.
I smiled before I carried on southwards, over his navel and down to his cock. I reached out and gripped his tool. It was already so slick with precum, so without haste, I leaned closer and licked across one side. Jamie inhaled sharply. I lined him up with my mouth and began to lick across his head, flicking my tongue against his slit. He was going crazy on the sheets! I just had to have him. I formed an oval with my lips and took him in my mouth. I went down a few inches, and then back up in a bobbing motion. I slowly managed more and more of him inside me. He tasted great, but more than that, he felt great. The way he’d lift his hips slightly to meet my actions, the way he’d throb on my tongue. He was so hot.
With my spare hand, I reached down and slowly kneaded his balls. Jamie moaned at that. I kept rubbing them gently, as I went down on him all the way. I found my nose buried in his small patch of pubic hair, so I inhaled. I could smell the shower, but I could smell more, I could smell him, his masculinity. I glanced up and looked at him. His head was against a pillow and his eyes were closed, he looked perfect, so content. He moaned again.
I sucked harder against him, rubbing his balls with more action, wanting, needing him to release into my mouth. I felt his balls pull up slightly, before he started to come.
“Unnnnghhh!” He moaned, as he started to unload onto my tongue. I stopped bobbing my head and just teased his slit as he kept coming. He humped his hips against my face in time with the contractions. There was so much cum in my mouth! I wondered if he’d ever stop! But after a few more squirts, he calmed down. I milked him with my hand, squeezing out any more of his load, before I licked it with my tongue. I swallowed the amount I had in my mouth, causing that tickling sensation in my throat. I pulled my lips from him and looked up at his face. He was looking down at me and smiled before he looked up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I climbed up his body and lay my head against his shoulder as he calmed down some. He turned his head toward me and kissed me lightly, before he rolled me onto my back. He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. We shared a small moment, before he leaned forward and attacked my nipples. I moaned as he teased them, making them hard and erect. Jamie pulled back and licked down to my belly, before reaching my cock. He held it in his hand and slowly retracted the skin, causing more precum to emerge from the tip. He repeated this a few times, seemingly curious about my foreskin.
I watched as he exposed my head and extended his tongue, sweeping it across my tip. It took my breath away. I looked down again and watched as he swept his tongue across, focusing on the tip. He was driving me crazy with such a small motion! I felt his other hand come down and cup my balls, massaging them gently. My dick was ridiculously hard, throbbing madly and leaking precum. I needed him to make me cum. Jamie teased the tip one more time, before he placed his lips over my cock and gently sucked on the head. I let my head fall back against the pillow, surrendering to the sensations.
He slowly began to bob his head up and down, taking more of me with each turn. I humped my hips against him, timing them with him. He quickly found a good rhythm and expertly sucked me. He kept on playing with my balls, bringing me closer to shooting. I wouldn’t last long. He pulled off and quickly stroked me several times before he sucked me again. I moaned at his actions. Jamie flicked his tongue against my tip again, sending me past the point of no return. I could feel it building in my legs, working its way up. It seemed to last minutes! But I finally began to cum.
“Unnnnnnghh!” I moaned, as I began to shoot. Each contraction rippled throughout my body, tickling every cell, before I came again, shooting another load into Jamie’s waiting mouth. He kept on bobbing his head, causing me to come like crazy. I felt another load exit me. I’d lost count by that point, I was an orgasmic mess, flopping about on his bed. But after what seemed hours, I finally slowed to a dribble. Jamie tried to milk more from me, but with a shaking hand, I pulled him off my sensitive dick. He released me and climbed up, resting his head against my chest, kissing me softly.
I lay there, catching my breath. My body kept quaking in these involuntary spasms. I’d never come so powerfully in my life. Jamie just lay there, holding me close as I came down from my high. I felt so great, so special, so tired. Like I had just run a hundred-mile marathon! After a minute or so, Jamie crawled back up and kissed me lightly. I returned the kiss and we entered into a gentle lip lock. No longer were we driven by the need to cum, we were kissing out of love. It felt amazing as I lay there kissing him. We had just shared something so special, and it was ours, all ours. Jamie pulled his lips from me and lay his head on my chest again. I reached out and held him close as we rested in the afterglow. Part of me was buzzing inside, but the rest of me was so content. So very content.
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I remembered was waking up with Jamie in my arms, only he was facing away from me. Not only that, but the duvet was pulled up to our waists. I smiled slightly before I inched closer to him, hugging his back against my chest. I lay there for a moment, before Jamie shifted against me. He rolled over and faced me, his beautiful grey eyes lighting up his face.
“Hey.” He whispered.
“Hey.” I whispered back.
He leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose, “I love you.”
I smiled at him, “I love you too.”
He searched under the duvet and found my hands, “We waited too long.”
I shook my head, “Never again. I promise.”
He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed it.
We lay there for a moment, just looking at each other, before Jamie stretched out and began to move. He sat up and tugged at my hand, “Come on.”
I lay still and groaned at him.
“Hehehe, come on.” He giggled.
I sat up, “What?” I mumbled, “Where are we going?”
He pulled at my hand, “We’re gonna have a shower.”
“Together?” I asked, before I realised that’s what he said.
He nodded, “Together.”
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