Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 08:23:58 -0500 From: C. E. Jordan Subject: "JOHNNY CAKE & JACK - part 2" (b/b) Johnny Cake and Jack c.e._jordan@mailandnews.com >From last episode: Amidst Jack's giggles and laughter, the smaller kid leaped onto the dark-haired boy and they began a friendly, but intense wrestling on the ground. Johnnie had finally managed to get Jack in a headlock when they suddenly began rolling together fast down the grassy area. It sloped down and away from the roadside until it merged into a thickly wooded area that bordered the park just behind it. The boys landed with a thud against the base of a large tree. _________________________________________________ JOHNNY CAKE AND JACK - Pt. 3 Copyright c.e. jordan "Oof!" Jack had the wind knocked out of him, but wasn't really hurt. "Aaah..." Yelled Johnny as the impact crushed him against Jack. Still holding on to each other, they found themselves now face-to-face...with Johnny wrapped protectively in the arms of the older boy. Neither one moved. Their faces were very close, just inches away from each other. "You alright Johnny? Jack moved only enough to brush some dried grass from Johnny's curls. "Yeah...I...I think so... Jack's lanky body rested partially on the smaller boy. His left leg lay between Johnny's. Johnny K didn't make any immediate effort to get up, and neither did Jack. As they stared into each other's eyes, they saw mirrored there only confusion and....something else. Without being aware of doing it, Jack continued stroking the red curls. Perhaps it was the smell of fresh grass, or perhaps their brand new hormones had heated up in the excitement of rough play. Whatever it was, Jack and Johnny were suddenly enveloped in odd sensations. This felt new, exciting, and irresistible.... Instead of letting go, Johnny felt his arms tightening around Jack's neck as slowly...slowly, their faces drew closer together... "Sweet Johnny..." Jack murmured. Their downy cheeks pressed together just before their lips met briefly; a delicate, soft brushing... Recovering his senses, Johnny suddenly pushed Jack away. They broke apart and sat there breathing hard. Jack was afraid to even look at Johnny. He didn't know what to say, all he could think of was that delicate softness of Johnny's lips on his. But had he spoiled their friendship before it even began? It was stupid. **`Why...why did I have to go and kiss him and mess everything up? Boys don't kiss...'* He was barely aware of Johnny speaking to him, "We goofed around so much this afternoon, I don't think I'll have time to go riding with you today...but tomorrow is Saturday...maybe we can go then, okay? "Huh?" Jack jerked his head up to look at the slim boy standing over him. Johnny wasn't smiling, but at least he didn't look upset. Jack was so relieved and happy he got up and almost hugged Johnny again...but stopped himself at the last minute, "I...I thought you hated me... "Hated you? Why? cuz you're such a big dork?" Johnny giggled. "Well...because...uh.....you know..." Jack was suddenly embarrassed before this boy he'd loved since he first set eyes on him. "Because you like me? Why should I hate you because you like me? That's stupid. Jack's heart was thundering so hard he almost couldn't hear his friend speaking. "So?" Asked Johnny again. "Huh? So what? "So...do you still want me to go riding with you tomorrow? "Oh yeah...sure....I'll call tonight and let you know what time we'll be going. "Well, you don't have to call, just come to the back fence tonight at about nine and we'll talk then, okay? "Great! ******** Johnny K emerged from his shower and paused before the full-length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. He stared at his slender wet body glistening in the warm bathroom light. He looked himself up and down. **What is it about me that Jack likes so much?* He wondered. Just as Jack had said, his image in the mirror was a little on the skinny side. But his skin was smooth and faultless. Not a zit, bump, or teenage blemish was to be found anywhere on his body...at least not yet. Johnny K didn't have the round potbelly that some of his classmates still possessed. His stomach was flat and toned with the vague definition of a baby six-pack under the softness. The boy continued to appraise his naked reflection. He wasn't so sure about the unmanageable appendage bouncing between his legs; it seemed to have a mind of its own these days. He hadn't seen many other boys naked so he wasn't sure how he stacked up in the size department. As he gazed at it, it began to thicken and stretch so he assumed it was, at least, in proper working order. Fresh from the shower, Johnny's red hair was still dark and slicked down against his skull. And without the distraction of all those wild curls his greenish eyes looked large and luminous. Johnny frowned and drew closer to the mirror, **'Jack actually kissed me, '* he thought, **'right there.'* Bemused, he touched his mouth with two fingers and slowly traced the contours of his slightly parted coral lips, **'And it felt so right...so good.... I wanted him to do it again...what the fuck's wrong with me?* "Johnny? Are you still in there?" His mom was knocking on the bathroom door. "It's alright mom, you can come in. I'm just leaving. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, dodged past his mother and headed for his room. (To be continued...)