by
Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters
Chapter Thirty-One
When I woke on Saturday morning I found myself disoriented for a few moments, after waking up for the first time in a bed that wasn't my own. It didn't take me long before I realised that I was at Raffa's place and that the snoring, beautiful, naked body beside me belonged to him.
We had left Meaghan and Robbie's house a couple of hours after we had eaten. It had been an enjoyable night and Raffa had seemed to fit right in with my family, spending quite a bit of time talking to my father and my uncle, as well as Robbie and Meaghan, chatting and laughing without any hint of awkwardness.
Dropping my head back on the pillow and staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder if things were perhaps moving a little too fast? Were we rushing into this? But then I remembered how I felt about Raffa, and about how supportive he has been for me these past few weeks, and the fact that I truly did care for him. Deeply.
And apart from that, the sex has been mind-blowing. Like nothing I have ever experienced before.
I keep asking myself if this is what being in love feels like? Do all those things, when added together, add up to love? Or is there some other element that is still missing?
As these thoughts tumbled over in my mind I failed to notice that the snoring beside me had stopped. I felt movement beside me and rolled my head in that direction to find my boyfriend propped up on one elbow and looking my way, smiling.
'Good morning, beautiful.'
'Hey. Good morning to you too,' I replied, as I turned my body to face him, then let my eyes roam over his lean, tight body.
'Sleep well?' he asked, before leaning over for a quick kiss.
'Like a baby.'
'You know, I think I could get used to having you wake up beside me.'
'Yeah, I know where you're coming from, but . . .'
'But what? You're not having second thoughts about us, are you?'
'What? No way! I love every minute that I spend with you, and if you've been saying that I'm stuck with you, then you're also stuck with me. It's just that all this has come so fast . . . it was only a few weeks ago that I'd never even been with a guy, and now I'm waking up in the bed of the sexiest, sweetest guy I've ever met. I guess it's all just a lot to take in, and especially given what's happened with dad and the fact that he's coming to terms with a lot of stuff as well, maybe I just need to take a breath and weigh it all up? And I also don't think I need to be flaunting my relationships in front of my father just now. Does that make sense?'
'Absolutely,' he answered, before reaching out and just letting the back of his fingers touch my cheek, ever so gently stroking my skin. 'And that is exactly why I feel the way about you that I do.'
Before he could take his hand away I placed one of my hands over his, then I turned my head, rolled his hand over and kissed his palm, before holding him against my cheek.
'You don't think I'm being stupid about this?' I ventured to ask.
'Not at all. If we need to be careful around your father, then that's what we'll do. If either of us need a bit of space, then we just need to say so, okay? Now that I've found you, I don't want to lose you. I want to give us every chance to succeed as a couple.'
When he finished he leaned over and kissed me, starting out gently at first, but soon ramping up the intensity, leading to a yet another hot make out session. Our naked bodies were squirming against each other, our erections dueling with each other, and the desire to go further once again building.
'So, just how do you feel about me?' I breathlessly asked when we finally separated.
'I don't want to jinx it by saying something stupid out loud. But when the time is right we'll both know exactly the right things to say. I'm sure of it,' he responded, before kissing me once more.
Before we could go any further, however, we were interrupted by the ringing of my phone, which I had set on the bedside table last night.
'Faaark!' I groaned. 'What now?'
Raffa reached across me and picked it up, then held the display towards me. It was Uncle Bryan. Taking the phone from him I pressed the answer button, then the speaker icon.
'Do you know what time it is?' I said.
'It's after eight. You should be up and about by now.'
Raffa giggled then wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock. 'Well, he's definitely up!' he said.
'Sweet Jesus. Oh, but to be a teenager again!' Bryan grumbled.
'It's not all it's cracked up to be,' I replied. 'So, what's happening?'
'Had breakfast yet? Or are you two horn dogs still in bed? Just thought I'd see if my boys wanted to meet for breakfast somewhere so we can talk some more?'
I looked at Raffa and he gave a shrug of his shoulders, indicating it was okay with him.
'If it's your shout, there's a great little cafe on the main street with sidewalk tables,' I suggested. 'It's just near where the arcade from our shopping centre comes out onto the street.'
'Well, I certainly didn't expect you to reach into your pockets. We all know how short your arms are,' he shot back. 'That sounds good. Meet you there in half an hour or so?'
'Okay. We’ll see you then.'
After disconnecting I turned to Raffa.
'A few weeks ago I didn't even know Bryan was gay. Now he's our fairy-freakin’-godfather,' I quipped.
'It's always good to have people on our side,' he replied. 'No matter what happens, you'll always have him to turn to when you need advice.'
'And just who is your fairy-godparent? Who do you turn to when you need advice?'
'About life in general, I guess that'd be my brother, he's always been good like that. About anything to do with being gay, I guess that'd be Mr Carlisle, one of my old high-school teachers.'
'Gay?'
'Yeah, he is. We accidentally outed each other at the park one day. We've never hooked up or anything like that . . . that would be just too weird . . . but we have had some really good conversations over the past few years. He always seems to be able to make sense of situations and explain things well. He's a good friend and ally. I'll have to introduce you to him one day.'
'I’ll look forward to that. And just what were you doing at the park?'
'I was sixteen and experimenting . . . looking for a blow job if you must know,' he said with a chuckle.
'And how did that work out for you?'
'Let's just say that it was a bit hit and miss.'
'Geez, I'm learning more and more about you every day. Now I guess we'd best have a shower before we go and meet Bryan. You better go first?'
'Well, I was kind of hoping we could both dive in together.'
'Oh, I hadn't thought of that.'
'You can thank me later,' Raffa said, smiling, as he got up off the bed and held out his hand for me.
The morning proved to be one that was filled with firsts. Apart from not ever having slept in someone else's bed, with them beside me, I'd also never showered with another guy, or at least not this close to another guy; school showers didn't count, as far as I was concerned. The experience of soaping each other up and washing each other off was simply incredible, but having that culminate in a load of spunk being deposited somewhere deep within me took it right over the top.
After we had dried off and begun to dress I'd retrieved my shirt from last night and took a whiff of it. It smelled like a barbeque, so I didn't think that wearing it would be a good idea.
'Can I borrow a shirt?' I asked Raffa.
'Yeah, of course,' he replied. 'We're roughly the same size, so I'd say anything should fit.'
He had been looking in his wardrobe for something anyhow and soon came out with a maroon-coloured polo shirt, which he tossed to me.
'So, is this what couples do? Borrow each other’s stuff?' I said as I pulled it on.
'Among other things,' he replied.
Taking a look at myself in the mirror on the inside of his wardrobe door I thought the combination of khaki shorts and maroon polo looked pretty good on me. When he came up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder, before wrapping his arms around me and linking his hands together in front of my navel, I could see in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing.
'Fuck you look so sexy in that,' he whispered in my ear, before nibbling on my ear lobe.
'Don't go getting me all revved up again,' I scolded him. 'We're already fifteen minutes late thanks to your shower antics.'
'You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it though?'
'You're right there. I certainly can't tell you that,' I replied, before kissing him on the cheek and breaking free of his hold.
* * * * *
In the end we were more than twenty minutes late in meeting Bryan, who we could see watching us as we walked up the street towards him. We were feeling adventurous and were walking hand in hand in public for the first time, which I was pleased to see barely raised an eyebrow amongst the people we passed or those sitting in the cafe.
Bryan was already on his second coffee when we got there.
'Do I need to ask what you two lovebirds have been up to?' he asked, after standing and hugging us both, before adding, 'You do look good together though.'
'Thanks,' I replied as we all sat down at the table. 'We had to shower first.'
'Separately, or together?' he asked, with just a hint of amusement in his voice.
'That'll be for us to know and for you to find out,' I replied.
'Okay, so it was together then,' he said with a laugh.
We had barely even sat down before a waitress came over to us to ask if we were ready to order.
'What are you having, boys?' Bryan asked us. 'It's all on me.'
'I'll have a cappuccino in a mug please, and a Breakfast Special,' I replied.
'Same here please,' Raffa added.
'And just a Breakfast Special for me please,' said Bryan.
With a nod the waitress wrote these down on her pad and then disappeared inside the cafe.
'So, two visits in a few weeks,' I said to Bryan. 'That's more than we've seen of you in the last five years.'
'Well, circumstances have changed, and now I have a nephew who I need to keep an eye on as he navigates his way through some changes in his life, so chances are you'll be seeing even more of me from now on.'
'Circumstances?'
'Between you and your dad,' he replied. 'There's a lot to take in.'
'I can just imagine. So, how was your chat with him last night? I didn't get a chance to talk to you afterwards,' I said.
'It was . . . enlightening. It explains so much about how he has been with me over the years. I really feel for him.'
'No hard feelings?'
'Of course not. He's family, even if at times I have struggled to make sense of him and how he has treated me. But enough about your dad, I want to know all about the two of you. Tell me everything that's been going on. Obviously things have progressed beyond your being just friends.'
I looked at Raffa and could see him smiling at me, before he reached over and took hold of my hand. There was no thought of pulling my hand back, like I had almost done last night. I was definitely growing more comfortable with myself and my sexuality when in public, and I could only have Raffa to thank for that.
'Yeah, we have,' I said to Bryan. 'I can't even begin to say what it has meant for me to have someone who understands exactly what I have been through, and the fact that he's as sweet as fuck and sexy to boot, that's just a bonus.'
'And what about you, Rafael?'
'To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what to do that night I saw Gray leave the pub with those guys . . . but I just knew I had to do something, so that's why I reached out. And I'm so glad I did, otherwise I wouldn't have ever gotten to know, or fall for, Gray like I have.'
I looked sharply at Raffa. He's fallen for me?
'What?' he asked me. 'Wasn't I supposed to fall for you? Sorry, but I couldn't help it. I'm crazy about you Grayson Porter, and I don't care who knows it.'
Then without any hint of embarrassment or fear, he leaned over and kissed me, just as our waitress arrived bearing coffees.
I glanced up at her as she placed the mugs on our table. The expression on her face was one of amusement.
‘As soon as I saw the two of you together I could see that it was serious between you, and I’m so glad that Gray has someone like you in his life, Rafael. I want you both to know that I’m here for you. It may not always be smooth sailing for the two of you, and some may even be tempted to say that it is all happening too fast, but love is love, is it not? So who am I to stand in the way?’
Love, huh? There’s that ‘L’ word again.
To be continued . . .
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