Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2004 21:45:05 -0800 (PST) From: SJL Subject: Paul and Adam Chapter 9 Sorry about the delay getting this to you. Hopefully Chapter 10 won't take as long as this one did. Standard disclaimer here--if you shouldn't be reading this, don't read it. Write me love letters at geekwriter143@yahoo.com On to Chapter Nine, from Paul's POV --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We're a couple of sad, sorry motherfuckers," Caroline says before taking a sip of her iced tea. "What makes you say that?" I ask. We'd just been sitting in silence before, drinking tea and staring groggily out at the backyard. "What time is it?" "Don't change the subject." "I'm not. The point is, it's somewhere around noon, we're still in our pajamas, doing absolutely nothing, and our boyfriends have been up, what? At least six hours. At least. Mitch gets up at four-thirty some mornings so that he can fucking run before practice. And look at us. We're dust balls." I smile and gaze out at the pine trees that line our yard. I stopped really listening to Caroline when she said "our boyfriends." Adam is my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend, and it's Adam, and he loves me. Adam loves me. "Are you even listening to me?" Caroline demands. "Not really," I say. She snorts. "Jesus. It's been a month, already. Aren't you over the first glow, yet?" "Not even close." "So, fine. We'll talk about Adam. Again. Do you want to tell me in excruciating detail every single thing he did last week or should be obsess over the hidden meanings and deep layers that exist any time he sneezes?" I flip Caroline the bird. "A month, Paul. I don't know if I can take much more of this. I thought once you actually started dating him you'd obsess about him less, not more." "You're just in a bad mood because you've got a gigantic zit brewing in your chin." "Shut up. And it's not gigantic. And don't change the subject. You know I love you, Paulie, but if I have to have another hour long conversation about whether his hair is wheat blonde or golden blonde I'm going to kill myself." "That was hardly an hour long conversation," I say. "But even if it had been, I'm in love with him. He's all I can think about." "I know." "He loves me, too." "I know, sweetie. And I'm really, really happy for you. Now, can we talk about something else?" I grin as I watch a cardinal dive bomb the other birds at the feeder. "Why won't you sleep with Mitch?" I ask. "Tell me again how in love with Adam you are." I laugh. "Come on. You've been talking about it for months, saying you're going to do it, but you never do. What's going on?" "No, really, I'm sure you had a four-hour telephone conversation that we need to pick apart word by word. Syllable by syllable, even." "I'm an expert, remember? I've been a non-virgin for almost two months. You can talk to me about it. Does he have a problem getting it up?" "Or sandy blonde. Have you considered the possibility that his hair is actually sandy blonde?" "Caroline." She sighs and clenches her iced tea in her hand. "Fine. But if you laugh I'm going to kick your ass." I smirk. "I knew he couldn't get it up." "Fuck you. It has nothing to do with him. He's up and raring to go. It's me. I'm scared." "What?" I hear her, I'm just surprised. "I'm scared," she says. "Happy, now? I'm just...you know what a wuss I am, and it's supposed to be painful, or at least everybody says it is, and I don't want it to hurt. So, fine, go ahead and laugh." "I'm not laughing," I say. "I know it sounds ridiculous to you, especially since you're, you know, taking it on a regular basis in a spot that supposed to be way more painful than the one Mitch is aiming for." "Actually, I've never, um, taken it," I say softly. "So I can't help you out any on that point. Or mock you." Caroline frowns. "Then why do you guys go through a box of condoms a week?" "Adam," I say. "He's the one that, well, takes it." I probably shouldn't tell her things like that when she's drinking something, since she starts to choke and has to hold her hand to her mouth to keep from spraying iced tea across the room. "Why are you so surprised?" I ask. "I'm not surprised," Caroline says after her coughing fit subsides. "Bullshit. You think I'm a total bottom, don't you?" "No," she says. "Just that Adam's a total top. You really fuck him?" "Well, we do go through a box of condoms a week." "Wow," she says. "And he likes it?" I grin and take a sip of my iced tea. "Oh, yeah." "That's disturbingly hot." "What's so disturbing about it?" "Well, I don't think girls are supposed to think guys taking it up the ass is hot. Especially guys who are dating their little brothers." "I appreciate you not wanting to lust after my boyfriend, but I'm not about to tell anyone what they are or aren't allowed to think is hot." "Thanks, Paulie," she says. "You're welcome. You don't have to be scared, you know. Just make sure you have lots of lube and you should be fine." Caroline drapes an arm across her eyes. "This is my own personal hell-my brother giving me sex tips. The only thing worse would be getting them from Mom." "I think getting them from Grandmere would be worse," I say. She cringes. "OK. OK. Jesus Christ. Leave me alone with my horrific mental images of Grandmere having sex and go make out with Adam or something." "Can't. He's still detasseling." "Mmm," Caroline says. She and I have the same opinion about detasseling. Somebody has to do it, but we're glad it's not us. We don't care that most of our friends are doing it or that you can make a considerable sum of money. We'd rather be indoors drinking iced tea than walking the fields getting bug bites and sunburns. "Isn't it a little late in the season for detasseling?" "It's his last day. They're finishing up the late corn." "School starts in a week," Caroline says. We both sigh and gaze out at the backyard. The summer seems like it's passed even faster than usual. I putz around the house and help Mom spread blood meal around her roses and end up at Adam's around four. I know he's home because his muddy tennis shoes are on the step outside his front door. "Adam?" I call as I walk into the quiet house. I hear water running and knock on the bathroom door before pushing it open. "Adam?" "In here," he calls from the shower stall. I open the shower door, releasing a cloud of steam into the bathroom. Adam turns and smiles at me as the water hits his body, washes the dirt off him, forms a muddy pool at his feet before swirling down the drain. I laugh. "Jesus. Did you roll in the dirt?" "No, it's just dusty, is all. Either get in or don't, but shut the door. You're letting all the heat out." I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower with him. "You really should have crewed with us," Adam says as I soap up his back, wash the sweat and grime off his skin. "I made nearly 700 bucks in, like, a month." "Walking through cornfields all day pulling tassels isn't my idea of a good time," I say. "It's not so bad. And feel my pipes." "I felt them yesterday." "Every day the corn's taller and it's like a whole different workout. When we started we had to stoop, and today we had to practically get on our tiptoes to reach. It's pretty wicked." I run my hands down Adam's arms. They are more muscular than before, and his tan has gone from caramel to bronze from working shirtless in the fields nearly every day. "You're a prime candidate for skin cancer," I say, leaning down to kiss his warm shoulder. He turns and places his hands on my chest. "By the time I get it, Caroline will have graduated from med school, become a world famous doctor, and cured cancer, so I'm not too worried. You think she'd tutor me in Anatomy & Physiology?" "Probably," I say. I take one of his hands and soap it up gently, feeling the callused pads of his hands with my fingertips. "How come you're taking Anatomy & Physiology?" "My mom thinks it'll be a good idea in case I decide to go premed." "I didn't know you wanted to go premed," I say. "I don't, but you know how she is. It's easier to agree with her than to fight, even over the phone. She wants me to fly to Denver next week before school starts." "Oh. When are you leaving?" "I'm not. She'll just be at work all the time, and I'll miss an entire week of practice. Besides, I'd miss my camping trip." "What camping trip?" "Our camping trip." I drop his hand. "Oh, no. I don't camp and you know it. Remember in Boy Scouts when it rained all week and I got poison ivy and Mark broke his leg in three places? I vowed never to camp again, and I won't." "It won't be like that," he murmurs. "So, what? You'll get poison ivy this time and I'll just get mauled by a grizzly bear. Sounds like a ball." Adam rolls his eyes. "It's not like we're going to Canada or anything. There won't be grizzly bears. Dad and Rebecca are going up to Leach Lake so he can meet her family, and he said he'd drop us at the campsite on the way." "Why aren't you meeting her family?" "Because he's 43, she's 21, and her family's freaking out enough as it is. They don't need to meet the future stepson who's only six years younger than their daughter. Besides, this way we can make love under the stars." He grins at me and rubs his hard-on against my leg. Of course he has a hard-on. Adam always has a hard-on. "So they're definitely getting married?" I ask, though Adam's making it difficult for me to concentrate. "I don't know," he says. He slips his arms around my waist and pulls me close, rubs his wet, soapy body against mine. "She's moving in, so what's the difference?" "Well, I mean if they get married..." I say. I lose my train of thought as Adam slides a soapy finger down my ass crack and begins to kiss my neck. "You make me so hot," he whispers. His tongue darts out and flicks my earlobe. "My entire body aches from detasseling, but I still want you. I could be half-dead and I'd still want you," he says. He presses his finger against my asshole and slips the tip inside. I drop my head forward and moan. "Just think of it," he whispers. "Three days just you and me, nobody around, we can be naked all day, make love whenever we want to, be as loud as we want to." "Get poison ivy wherever we want to," I say. My voice is shaky. His finger is circling around slowly, teasing the sensitive skin of my pucker. "Smart ass." Adam smacks my ass with his free hand and I'm surprised that it doesn't hurt. Well, it does hurt, but not in a bad way. My cock throbs, and I wonder if that's what Adam means when he says that getting fucked hurts in a good way. I want to tell him to do it again, but I can't find the words. Adam slides his soapy finger inside me and I begin to rock my hips against him, rubbing my cock against his stomach as he finger fucks my ass. "You want another one?" Adam asks softly. I nod and hold him close against me. I feel a second finger spreading me open and I gasp and press my face into his wet hair. "You want three?" he asks. "Huh, baby?" I shake my head. "No," I whisper. "Adam, I..." He leans back and looks up at me. "What?" he asks. "What do you want, baby? Tell me." I take a deep breath, close my eyes. Adam pulls away and turns me, his fingers still caressing me from inside. He presses me against the cool tile wall and kisses the back of my neck. I can feel his cock rubbing against my ass. He knows what I want. He has to know, but every time we get this close he stops because I won't say it. I can't say it. "Adam," I moan, rocking my hips back against him. "I love it when you say my name," he says. He kisses the back of my neck again. "Jesus, Adam, just fuck me," I snap. I laugh once the words are out. Adam slowly pulls his fingers out of my ass. "Come on," he says, leaning against the shower door. I reach out and touch his hand as he moves to turn the water off. "Let's do it here," I say softly. He smiles and shakes his head. "The condoms are in my room," he says. "I don't care," I say. "I want you inside me here, right now." "We don't have any lube." "I don't care." He leans forward and kisses me. He turns the water off. "You will care, trust me. Now come on." I always wanted to make love in the shower. Adam and I have only showered together three or four times, but I love it, the water and the heat and the steam rising around us. I turn the water back on. "Get the condoms," I say, "and the lube, and come back." He grins at me, and it sends a shiver through my belly. "OK," he says. I stand under the shower spray and run my hands over my chest, squeeze my nipples. I want to jerk off so bad, but I'm afraid I'll come if I even touch my cock. Adam's back quickly. He has a strip of condoms in one hand and a tube of lubricant in the other. "This is new," I say as he hands me the lube. Adam rips a condom off the strip and places the rest in the soap dish. "I ran out of the other," he says. "And the drugstore only had KY. You wanna put it on me?" I put the lube in the soap dish next to the condoms and take the packet from Adam's hand. It's slippery, but I manage to rip the foil open and I pull the condom out, pinch the tip, place it against the head of Adam's cock and slowly slide it down. "You're good at that," Adam says somewhat breathlessly. I kiss him. "I've had practice." I pick up the tube of KY again. "Water soluble," I read off the label. "Uh, does that me we shouldn't use it in the shower?" "They're all water soluble," Adam says. He reaches up and maneuvers the showerhead so that it hits our legs instead of our torsos. "Turn around." I turn and place my hands against the shower wall. Now that I've had a chance to think about this I'm starting to get nervous. "Will that stuff work as well as the other stuff?" I ask. "I don't know," Adam admits. "Laci's sister's the one that told her we should get the ID Glide, but this is thicker, so maybe it'll work better for, you know, guys." That makes me feel a little better. I shudder as I feel his fingers spread my ass cheeks. "It's cold," I say as he rubs a glob of lube against my asshole and begins to work it in. "Sorry." He kisses my neck, rubs my lower back with his free hand. "You're sure about this?" I nod. "Yeah. As long as you don't make me say it again." He laughs softly as his fingers probe and massage me. "I won't. I just wasn't ever sure if you wanted it." "I want it," I whisper. Adam moves up closer behind me and I feel his cock slip between my ass cheeks. I let out a long, slow breath. "I'll go slow," he whispers as he rubs the head of his cock against my asshole. "Like you did for me." I close my eyes and hold my breath as he presses forward. It hurts, and not in a good way. I grit my teeth and spread my fingers out against the tile. "Paul," Adam whispers, "are you OK? You're really tense." "It's OK," I whisper. "I don't want you to stop." "I won't. Just breathe, OK baby?" I love it when he calls me baby. "Does it hurt?" he asks. "It's OK." He rubs my back, kisses my neck softly. "You just breathe and try to relax. It'll stop hurting, I promise, and then it'll feel so good." I don't believe him, can't see how the burning pain could ever turn to pleasure, but I nod anyway. I want to give this to him, no matter how it feels. It feels like I'm being split in half and the pain radiates through my muscles all the way into my thighs. "I'm gonna slide in a little further," he whispers. "OK?" "Yeah," I whisper. "Take a deep breath," he says, and I do. "Good," he whispers. "Now let it out." As I breathe out Adam presses forward and I'm afraid it will hurt even more, but it doesn't. I feel myself relaxing around him, and the pain eases into an ache. "You're so hot inside," Adam whispers against the back of my neck. "You feel so good around my cock." I nod and concentrate on taking slow, deep breaths. Adam continues to slide into me slowly, inch by inch, and just like he promised the ache subsides and the pleasure begins to build. "I'm all the way in," he whispers. "You ready?" I take another deep breath, let it out. "Yeah," I whisper. I drop my head back and groan as he begins to thrust up into me. Adam laughs softly and slides his arms around my waist as he fucks me. "I told you, didn't I?" he asks. "I promised you it would feel good." And it does. It still hurts in a way, still aches, but it's more the ache of being completely filled than the pain of something wrong. But over that, stronger than that, is pleasure so deep-not just in my dick like I'm used to, but more than that, building from the inside out. He slides one hand up my stomach to my chest and starts to squeeze my nipples. His other hand is flat against my belly, holding me as he slowly pumps my ass. I steady myself against the wall with one arm and reach down to start stroking my cock. I'd lost my hard-on when he started fucking me, but I'm turned on again and I can feel my cock buck in my hand every time Adam's cock slides into me. The pleasure's building deep inside me and I'm jerking my cock and Adam's making these soft grunting noises in the back of his throat as he fucks me and I come hard, spraying cum against the dark blue tile. Adam grips me tight and shudders as he comes. I can feel it inside me, and I'm worried that the condom broke, but Adam doesn't seem concerned so it must not have. "You OK?" Adam asks as he pulls out of me. "Yeah," I whisper, turning around slowly to look at him. My legs feel rubbery and I have to lean against the wall to steady myself. "You?" Adam nods and smiles and he pulls me into his arms and we kiss until the water starts to run cold. "You wanna watch a movie tonight?" Adam asks as we get out of the shower. He wraps a towel around my shoulders and dries me gently. "Sure." I towel dry his hair, rub the water off his arms and chest, squat down to dry his legs. "I don't think anything new is playing, though. We could rent something." "Nothing in French," Adam says. "All those subtitles make my eyes hurt." "You should wear your glasses." Adam curls his upper lip as we hear the garage door open. "Great," he whispers, "my dad's home." He grabs up my clothes and I follow him to his room, the towel still around my shoulders. "He ruins everything," Adam says, sliding his arms around me and rocking my body against his. I shake my hair off against him. "Nobody can ruin this," I say. He kisses me and slides the towel up to my head, dries my hair. "Lay with me for a while," Adam says. He turns his light off and makes sure his door is locked, though we both know his father won't even bother to knock and see if he's home. We slide into his bed. Our skin is still damp and warm from the shower. "I love you," I whisper against his shoulder. Adam slides his arms around me. "I know," he whispers back. "Love you, too." He closes his eyes as we relax against each other. I kiss his forehead, close my eyes, too. I'm drowsy, but I don't sleep. At first I think I'm dreaming, but then I realize that the whispers I'm hearing are real, just distorted as they travel through the heating ducts into Adam's room. "Do you hear that?" Adam asks. I guess he didn't fall asleep, either. I lift my head up. "Yeah." "Nice, huh? The comforting sounds of home." I listen to the tense voices coming through the heating vent. It's Adam's father and a woman who I at first thought was his mother. It sounds like his mother. Or, at least, it sounds like how his mother and father used to fight. But his mother's in Denver and the woman sounds younger than her, anyway. "Is that Rebecca?" Adam nods. "She hasn't even officially moved in and they're already at each other's throats." "What are they saying?" He shrugs. "They're still at the whisper stage where they're worried about being overheard. Give it a month and it'll be full blown screaming and we'll be able to understand every word." I stroke his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss my fingers. "Can I tell you something?" he whispers. "Anything." "Not that it wasn't great, because it was, but I think I like it better when you fuck me." I laugh and kiss him. "Me, too," I whisper. "You wanna get out of here?" "Sure," I say. We get dressed and instead of going out his door Adam opens his window and we climb out of it. It's been a long time since we snuck out through his bedroom window. It's been a long time since we had to avoid his parents screaming in the front room. "Mark's making another mud hole," Adam says as we walk through his backyard. "I didn't know his mother had forgiven him for the first one, yet." Adam grins. "She hasn't, but he's decided to hold the first annual mud wrestling championships. You up for it?" "I don't think so." He elbows me gently. "Come on, we could roll around together all muddy and sweaty. It could be hot." "And I'd get a hard-on in front of everyone. No, thanks." Adam shrugs. "I didn't figure you'd go for it. You wanna go over to your house and make out, instead?" I grin. "Now you're talking." When we get back to my house Adam goes right up to my room, but I stop by Caroline's room first. She's sitting on her bed, filling her pencil case with sparkly pens and mechanical pencils. "Hey," I say to her, knocking lightly on the door. "Traci Petron's lubricant of choice is ID Glide." "Really?" Caroline asks. "And she's a total whore, so she'd definitely know. Wait a minute, how do you know what Traci Petron's lubricant of choice is?" "Adam told me. He used to date Laci, you know." "Right. Did you tell him about...you know?" "You being scared? Of course not. It's just, that's we use. Or, we used to. We had to switch to KY because the drugstore was out of the other, but I like the ID Glide better." "You're a fucking perverted Consumer Reports. Thanks, Paulie." "Any time." I head up to my room, where Adam's waiting for me.