~oOo~ Not Five Years by Theda Black |
NOT FIVE YEARS I miss Dean. I’m not a guy who normally admits to stuff like that,
tries not to think it, either, but he’s been gone for a week. Okay, nearly a week. Five
days. Feels longer. Anyway. He had a family reunion back
in New Hampshire. Mom, Dad, cousins, the whole bunch. And Dean’s got a big
family. Okay, so I’m not one for crowds to begin with. When he asked me to
come with him, I begged off. Not because of the crowd thing. It’s just that I’m
not ready, especially not when I know how his family reacted to his coming
out last year. I’ve seen those looks on
other faces—remember all too well how it sat on my brother’s face. My
father’s. Uneasy because they didn’t know what to do with the fact of me
being gay, and tense because they tried so hard to cover up the unease. It’s not that they didn't
try, but the truth of the matter is that it made my entire family
uncomfortable. Which made me uncomfortable. Shit. Dean’s been gone five
days and I’m acting like the dog someone left at the kennel to go on
vacation, for God’s sake. So, we have a house. It’s
small, one-story. And we have a dog (speaking of). I love Chewie. I love him
even more at the moment. He keeps me company. The house may be small but it
feels damn big at the moment. Empty. I turn off the TV, hear
Chewie lapping up water down the hall in the kitchen, and go to let him out.
It’s dark out and there’s a cool breeze. Chewie stands at the fence and barks
at the neighbor’s dog. Seems like he’s in no hurry to come in, so I head
inside for a quick shower. Even with the dog barking
outside, it feels quiet. **** I felt like a fucking idiot
getting on that plane. I’ve only been gone five days, not five fucking years,
but by the time I landed I didn’t even bother feeling stupid anymore. And by
the time the cabbie let me out in front of the house I just wanted to see
him. Okay, and maybe other
things. Chewie runs from behind the
house and jumps me, hitting me with both paws square in the middle of my
chest. I laugh and ruffle his ears and head, talking nonsense to him, then go
inside. I don’t hear David until I head for the bedroom. Then I hear the
shower and stop outside the bathroom door. Push it open. His body’s all slick-wet,
hair plastered to his skull. Strong legs bracing himself against the shower
wall, stroking himself hard, cock jutting, gleaming in the cascade of water,
making those grunting noises in the back of his throat. His hand moves faster,
jacking himself, open-mouthed, eyes closed, gasping, his dick going a dusky
color in his fist. I drop my bags and step in
the shower. Fully clothed. At this moment I could care less if the President
himself got on the boob tube and announced that I am a spineless, miserable
wuss who can’t stay away from my boyfriend for five days without folding like
a bad hand of cards. His eyes fly open and for a
second he looks scared shitless. After all, it’s not like I told him I was
coming home early. I wanted to surprise him. I smile and cover his mouth with
mine, and when we finally break away, he looks down at my soaking clothes and
laughs his ass off. But only until I sink down on my knees. I catch the head of his cock
between my lips, feeling it jump, feeling the heat, the pulse of him inside
my mouth, and then I suck him hard, hot and close. His green eyes burn and he
pants, mouth open, holding my head and pushing me harder down on him. I grab
his ass in both hands, feeling him heavy in my mouth, sucking him hard and
fast, and I run a hand between his legs, behind his balls, and push just a
little inside. He's so tight- I feel him spasm around the tip of my finger.
Then he opens his legs wide, pressing down, asking for more. I push another
finger just inside, rotating them both, pushing my mouth over his cock as far
as I can go. He arches his spine, eyes gone dark and wild, desperate, looking
into mine. His mouth is open and wet, panting, and then he’s writhing against
the wall, shooting off, jerking against my lips. I take everything he’s got
and swallow it, asking for more. God I want more. And I tell you, even if it's
only been five days and I’m an idiot for missing this guy so damned much—this
big, lanky, moody guy with the green eyes and wide smile made just for
me—then so be it. So fucking be it. |