Diary of a Teenage Taxidermist (23 page)

“I do, I like how big and heavy you are,” Ethan uttered, and Rob knew those legs tensed the moment he saw Ethan’s lovely ass squeeze and get dimples on the sides. This was when he sank in, tearing through the narrow channel with a low grunt. It was so beautiful and strange at the same time, but he slid his forearm under Ethan’s cheek and hugged him tight, gently biting into the flesh of his arm.

What he got in return were gentle kisses all over his forearm. Ethan’s flesh was so hot and slippery, available for fucking, and the mere thought that Rob would get to come all over that pale skin was like being thrown from the microwave straight into a pan of boiling oil. Overwhelmed, he started thrusting, moving on top of Ethan like a machine, listening to his lover gasping, to the slapping of their skin. It was perfect, and very soon, Rob found himself nearing the peak. Ethan’s slim, but firm body was everything he wanted and needed.

“You’re so hot,” Ethan uttered, moving against him, pushing their bodies together and clamping his tense thighs on Rob’s dick, milking him even as Rob grabbed his side, coming with a rush of noise in his head. It was only when he fell on top of Ethan, spent, that he unsqueezed his fingers from his lover’s ribs and petted them gently.

“So intense...”

“Oh, wow, I feel it.” Ethan reached back to stroke Rob’s arm. The smell in the car was intoxicating, and the only thing that would make this better, was having Ethan’s stiff cock in his mouth.

Robert moved to his knees and pushed his fingers between the hot, slippery thighs. So good. Anyone who underestimated
frottage
didn’t know shit. “I’m thirsty.”

“So dirty!” Ethan let out a raspy laugh and parted his thighs for touching, but soon turned around, presenting his arched up cock.

“Why would you say that?” asked Rob with a half smile as he lowered himself to face the beautiful arch of Ethan’s cock. No pornstar cock could possibly compete with how flawless, fragrant, and proportionate it was. He gave it a sloppy kiss.

“Just messing with you.” Ethan slid his fingers into Rob’s hair, his own black mane slightly messy and sticking to his face. He spread his slippery thighs, still wet with come and lube. He looked so appetizing Rob’s mouth watered. This was the perfect final course to this excellent menu.

He opened his mouth and sucked in one of Ethan’s balls, sliding his tongue over the unshaven skin. The smell of sweat and come elevated the experience to a whole new level.

“Mmm, I like that.” Ethan pulled up his legs and put them over Rob’s shoulders, it was the sweetest of traps, one Rob had no intention of escaping from.

“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll be your slave then,” chuckled Rob, caressing the tight balls with his tongue. With Ethan, he felt so free, like he didn’t have to live up to any expectations. He could just be himself, and Ethan would still want him all the same.

Ethan smiled, sliding lower in the seat. “Suck on my balls. It felt really good.” His chest moved up and down, the lean muscles under the skin tensing in a hypnotizing way.

Robert complied and hummed low as he explored Ethan’s scrotum, gently nipping the skin, lapping at it, sucking. He was surrounded by the sweetest of smells, and with that gorgeous cock over him, he had no reasons to complain.

“Now lick my dick from the balls, all the way to the tip.” Ethan gently massaged Rob’s head, and it was all the necessary encouragement. Rob followed the instructions with an openmouthed smile on his face, caressing the thick vein on the underside and finishing the lap with a swirl of his tongue around the tip. He liked how relaxed Ethan was, and how good it felt to receive direct hints like this. He wanted to give him as much pleasure as he could.

“Now suck on the head, I wanna see your cheeks hollow.” Ethan’s voice became lower, and he looked down into Rob’s eyes with his own wide open.

A hot shiver ran down Robert’s body, swirling in his stomach, and he did just that, sucking on the spongy head for all he was worth as soon as he stuck the tip of his tongue into the slit at the top. He loved the salty, musky aroma of Ethan’s cock.

“Oh wow, flip your tip over there.” Ethan bit his lip and pulled Rob closer with his legs, gasping when Rob obeyed his command. His slim body was trembling with a series of shivers as he pushed his hips up into Robert’s face.

It was so incredibly satisfying to make Ethan feel so good. Robert groaned over the cock and took more of it in, sucking as hard as he could, and so loud the sounds were giving his own cock a small twitch. Next thing he knew, he had Ethan moaning, gripping his hair and coming into his mouth with a few intense thrusts. One of them went deep enough to make him gag, but he relaxed and drank it all, clutching to Ethan’s hips for dear life. With time, he would learn to be a great lover, he was sure of it.

So far, Ethan wasn’t complaining. He had a big grin on his face and slowly let go of Rob’s hair. “You knew exactly what I needed.”

“I need to take care of my baby,” Rob said, climbing up Ethan’s body to hug him as soon as they were lying side by side on the narrow seat.

This time, Ethan was on top of Rob, kissing his neck and murmuring like a satisfied cat. “You did well. You should get a treat.” He paused to look up at Robert. “Oh wait, you already did.”

“I love sucking your cock. And balls,” confessed Robert, just before planting a sweet, chaste kiss on Ethan’s chin. He’d never been so satisfied in his life, and he wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit it, especially with Ethan being quite shameless himself.

“Thanks for snatching me away. I really had a hard time today.”

Robert sighed and pulled Ethan even closer. “And what now?”

“I don’t know. I can’t let my parents control me like that.” Ethan hugged Rob and kissed his chest. “I really think this is my time to learn and develop, and they completely blocked my plans.”

Robert kissed him again, wondering whether they shouldn’t put something on. He was starting to freeze. “You know, you’re eighteen, you could crash at my place until they calm down.” As soon as he said that, his chest went aflame with hope. He hadn’t even known before just how much he wanted that. He could cook for Ethan, impress him with his skills, watch Ethan slouch on the couch while he worked on yet another drawing of weasels. And at night, they’d cuddle in Rob’s bed and fuck as loud as they wanted because Rob’s mom was usually out at night.

“I could? Would your mom allow it?” Ethan’s heartbeat sped up so much it was pounding against Rob’s chest, and this was when Rob knew he’d made the right choice. He smiled at Ethan.

“She’s not home most of the time. I can’t imagine why she’d be opposed to the idea.”

“I really want that so much. I’m so sick of my parents, all I want is out. There’s just the question of my workshop… I’d need your help with that.” Ethan looked up at Rob with that big blue eye, and it became clear that he’d do anything Ethan would ask for.

Chapter 16

Robert had never stopped smiling since he’d driven Ethan back home the day before. He could only imagine how furious Ethan’s parents were after finding out their son had fled through the window, but he hoped Ethan would keep his anger in check this time. They’d shared some messages since, and he seemed fine, but Rob still couldn’t wait to see his face again. His veins were pulsing with liquid happiness, which warmed him all over and made his heart so light he could fly.

As much as he despised Pat for orchestrating Ethan’s glitter shower, if it weren’t for that, maybe he and Ethan would still be in the dark about each other’s feelings, and he wouldn’t have been inside Ethan, held him tight. The blow jobs had been amazing, but going all the way just blew Rob’s mind. He had to watch out not to daydream about it too much because the threat of getting a boner at school was ever-present whenever he remembered Ethan’s moans, his flushed cheeks, eager moves, and the smell of his hair.

The post-prom blues was in the air as Rob walked down the corridor to the cafeteria. Chris joined him the moment he reached the open doors.

“Man, there’s so much gossip around,” Chris whispered with his hands in his pockets.

Robert raised his brows and moved to the counters, taking a tray. “Yeah? What did I miss?” he asked, deliberately pretending not to know. He wanted Chris to ask him about what happened.

“You left, like, mid-prom. And Ethan did as well. At one point there was even gossip that he attempted suicide after that glitter thing,” Chris spoke quickly, with his eyes wide open.

Robert chuckled and put some milk on the tray, moving along the counter with other students. Ethan was far too driven to try to kill himself because of some shithead. “Nope.”

“What happened then?” Chris poked him with an elbow and got three slices of pizza.

Robert bit back a smile and took some salad with croutons and tuna. He couldn’t focus whenever he thought about Ethan telling him to come inside of him. “Well, we’re a couple now,” he said, looking up into Chris’s squarish, smiling face.

“I’m guessing I know what that means.” Chris snorted. “Your place?”

Robert poked him with an elbow. “Oh, shut up. Tell me about the prom. Did you talk to Kelly after I left?” he asked, fighting the dawning feeling of guilt. He had been too nervous to send her a message. Besides, it would be more gentlemanly to apologize face to face, but now that prospect seemed even worse. He didn’t want her to hate him.

Chris smiled even wider than usual. “Yeah, I took care of her, and, you know, not in a sleazy way or anything. I had fun with both her and Sue, and drove them both home. Maybe it was even for the better, you know, because this way it seemed less like a date with Sue. Pat was proud of himself though. That guy needs a shaking. How did Ethan take it, anyway? I know you
cheered him up
, but in general.” Chris grinned, and they turned to their table with full trays.

Rob groaned and felt his blood pressure rise. “His suit is ruined so obviously he’s not happy. And he has this drive for his hobby, you know. Doesn’t deserve to be put down like that,” he said.

“Robert!” He heard Kelly’s cheery voice from behind, and he froze with his hands tightening on the sides of the tray. There was no way to push this away anymore, and he made himself turn with a slight smile.

“Kelly.”

“You didn’t answer me on Facebook or anything,” she said and gently elbowed him with a glowing smile. “Where have you been hiding all weekend? Cheering up Ethan?”

Chris snorted at the last words, and Rob wanted to slap him for it. He opened his eyes wider, tempted to look at Chris. Did Kelly somehow find out about him and Ethan? The smile on her face, however, seemed genuine, and he relaxed a little. “I’m so sorry that I just left. Forgot my phone from the locker.”

“Yeah, I thought you might have needed to leave. It’s just too bad you missed the rest of the prom. Is he all right? Is he coping?” She had that concerned look on her face, like when she was telling him about the latest killer whale documentary she’d watched.

The image of Ethan’s orgasm face briefly flashed through Robert’s mind, and he focused all of his attention on Kelly not to embarrass himself in public. “Yeah, he’s doing fine. It’s just so awful his prom was ruined so soon after the accident.”

“Pat has really outdone himself this time. What a douchebag. Is he afraid of Ethan’s taxidermy or something? I mean, it’s creepy all right, but that’s no reason to pick on a disabled kid. Seriously.” Kelly huffed and shook her head.

“It’s generally shitty to do that to anyone. He came to have fun like anyone else,” muttered Robert and slowly started making his way to the table where all of their friends, including recently un-friended Pat, were already eating their lunch.

“You going into taxidermy now, Rob?” Chris laughed out loud as they sat down.

“What’s that about?” Pat joined in with a smile, clearly uninformed about his own undesirability.

“He does pretty cool stuff, actually”, Rob told Chris while sitting on the bench across from Pat. He gazed up at him and shrugged. “I was just talking to Chris about your prom stunt,” he said, keeping his gaze firmly on Pat’s.

The table went a bit more quiet, and all eyes turned their way.

“Oh, yeah? Did you like the sparkles? You didn’t say anything.” Pat bit into his greasecheese of doom and laughed with his mouth full. Rob stared at him, wondering whether there was any dietary advice Pat followed. The football team was banned from having sodas, but Pat still downed gallons of it out of school. At this rate, the guy was bound to die of a heart attack before his fortieth birthday. But then Pat opened his mouth again, and all of Robert’s sympathy for him dissolved in the grease.

“If glitter is 3D, then does Ed actually see it with one eye?”

Rob stared at him lightheaded, and only after a moment he realized how hard he was gripping his fork. It could be used as a murder weapon. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” he growled, making sure to cover every syllable with just the right amount of frost for Pat to get it.

Pat frowned so some of the cogs in his brain had to be movable. “‘Cause I don’t wanna get his gay glitter over me,” he murmured with less resolve, and Chris stepped in the moment Pat said ‘gay’.

“I told you, you shithead, stop it with the offensive comments!”

The conversation continued, but Rob’s mind drifted away when he saw the single figure in black carrying a tray full of food.

Ethan wore his hair in a ponytail, wore his thick-rimmed glasses over his eye patch and looked lost with no empty table for him to sit at. There was no sadness on his face though, just this serious frown as he assessed the room.

Robert felt his mouth form a smile. He looked at Pat before raising his hand and gesturing for Ethan to come over. He just wanted to touch him again, even if just with his foot under the table. Instead of a smile he usually got from Ethan, there was uncertainty on his boyfriend’s face. Yet Ethan did start to make his way toward them. He’d gone a long way since coming out of a coma: he struggled less with stairs and didn’t trip all the time anymore.

Pat kicked Robert in the ankle. “Dude! What are you calling
him
over for?”

Rob raised his eyebrows and moved his ass over the bench, forming a vacant space between himself and Chris. “Get used to him.”

Pat’s eyes went so wide Rob couldn’t help a grin. When Ethan finally came over in all of his lovely self, raven beak necklace included, Rob took his tray so he wouldn’t struggle. The silence at the table was worse than the grease on the pizzas.

Despite his resolve not to care, something clenched in Rob’s insides and refused to let go, even as he took Ethan’s hand to help him maneuver himself into the free space. Even touching that warm, slim hand was making his own skin crawl with joy. He’d never felt like this before, and he refused to hide it. “You guys know Ethan.”

Kelly smiled like the angel she was. She deserved a boyfriend far more divine that Robert. “Hi, Ethan.”

Ethan’s one eye scanned the table, and with his lips in a thin, pale line, he reminded Rob of a one-eyed rabbit about to flee.

Fortunately, Chris was there to help. “Oh, yeah, only the most annoying road captain I’ve ever had to drive for.” He laughed and nudged Ethan’s ribs.

“And the king of sparklers,” Pat added with a pout.

“Says the pisser of sparkles,” snapped Rob, squeezing Ethan’s hand as they both settled down comfortably with their hips touching.

“I’m not even goth,” Ethan muttered with a frown, and a few people at the table snorted. Ethan never did himself much favors in social situations.

“Yeah, tell that to the goth jewelry on your neck,” said Pat and started tapping his fingers on the table in annoyance. He was so easy to read Robert didn’t even have to make
assumptions
about his state of mind.

“Are
you
Maori?” asked Rob.

Pat’s frown deepened. “What the hell?”

“Don’t you have a Maori design tattooed on your calf?” asked Robert in a tone just above mockery. Most of the table would get his point while Pat would not.

“Jesus! It’s not the same!” Pat spread his arms, and Rob was happy to see that Ethan’s facial expression was getting calmer. With a hint of a smile even. “Why do you protect him so much? He’s the same Ed he’s always been. You don’t owe him anything!”

Robert felt heat explode in his head and grabbed Ethan’s hand. “He is the same he’s always been, but now he’s my boyfriend, and I want him to enjoy his lunch.” He stopped, breathless. Coming out number four. And the curtain rose.

Everyone’s eyes were on him, including Ethan’s, who was staring at Rob with his lips parted. He rarely looked this silly.

“Your what?” Kelly uttered as the only one who managed to find a voice.

Robert swallowed and moved his arm to rest atop Ethan’s shoulder. He never remembered it being so stiff. “My boyfriend,” he repeated, keeping a straight face despite the panic raging through his muscles.

At least Chris was there to support him. “See? We finally have a token gay couple,” he said with a broad grin.

Those words made Rob feel better, but what really had him melt was the way Ethan shyly slipped his arm around Rob’s waist with a little smile.

Pat sneered and threw up his arms but wasn’t going anywhere. “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Come to think of it, it’s pretty cute,” said Sue with her eyebrows up high. She didn’t seem to have minded the double date at prom at all.

With his confidence boosted, Rob took a sip of his milk, challenging Pat with his gaze. “I’m not telling you about unicorns. It’s all right here for you to see.”

Pat shook his head, watching them with obvious distaste. “I don’t get it, man. You’ve changed.”

“No, I just started dating.” Rob frowned. “Maybe you should take your time thinking about it if you don’t get it.”

Ethan placed a peck on Rob’s jaw, which made all of Rob’s insides flutter.

Pat shook his head without another word.

“So… you’re gay?” muttered Kelly, nervously playing with her spoon.

Her voice dawned on Robert like a bludgeon, but he managed not to curl his shoulders in shame and looked at her. “Yeah.”

Kelly looked away with an annoyed sigh but didn’t say a thing. Ethan on the other hand smiled as he munched on his sandwich. In his hair, Rob could still see specks of glitter, which at the moment made him look even lovelier, almost as if there was a halo around that pretty head.

Chris poked Ethan’s forearm. “You look as chirpy as a cricket.”

“Because it’s all going my way,” Ethan said, looking up at Rob with his one blue eye.

Robert flushed with heat, unsure how that would be interpreted by his friends, and his eyes strayed to Kelly again. Ethan could be so embarrassingly deadpan sometimes. Who said things like this out loud? “This is my time,” he mocked, looking at the tabletop.

“What does that even mean?” growled Pat. “This is so fucking gross.”

Ethan looked at Pat, his face suddenly changed, no smile left on it whatsoever. “It means you can take your glitter and shove it up your ass.”

Laughter and hissing exploded around the table at the insult.

“I thought it’s fags who like to shove stuff up their asses! You can even shove it in your empty eye socket for all I care.” Pat made a move like he wanted to get up and slouched over the table toward Ethan.

Robert didn’t even notice when he got to his feet, and one look to the side told him that so did Chris. Anger throbbed through his veins and curled his hands into fists. Pat’s nose was so out of place on his face, Robert’s fingers were all tingly with the need to crook it sideways. “You want to take this outside?”

“No, I’m just going to take myself outside. Fuck this shit.” Pat said and got up with a screech of his chair. He shoved Ethan’s tray on the way but didn’t manage to even spill his drink.

Ethan gave Pat a sneer and the middle finger. All eyes followed Pat across the canteen in a silence so profound no one even dared to chew their food. It was like watching a wounded bull retreat from a fight. Pat even kicked down an innocent chair on his way, as if only to demonstrate that he did indeed
choose
to retreat.