Six Ways from Sunday (2 page)

“Take these off.” Dylan pushed at his trunks, shoving them down around his thighs. Bo did as he was told and shimmied the wet material down and off. When he was finished, he grasped the waistband of Dylan’s shorts and yanked, tearing the thin fabric in his haste to find the heat he craved. “My shirt.” Dylan grunted against his mouth. In a couple of seconds, they were naked, together, very together on the carpet in Dylan’s living room.

“Where’s your mom?” Seemed an important question now that there could be no explaining away what they did.

Dylan slid his mouth along Bo’s neck, licking him as he went. “Work, she’s on her long shift. You taste so fucking good. I knew you would.” The wonder of discovery in his words had Bo shaking. This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t happening. Dylan’s breath caught, he trembled, his mouth still doing wicked things to Bo’s neck. He couldn’t stop the need to grind himself into his friend. God help him.

Bo moved his knees in between Dylan’s legs and lowered himself to the floor. Dylan didn’t complain about being trapped beneath him. He made a sound in his throat, one that made Bo’s blood boil. Helpless, hopeless, mindless pleasure, oh god, yes. Dylan moved with him, rubbing his dick to Bo’s, small gasps as shocks of electricity raced between them. Bo could feel him shiver. Dylan’s eyes were hooded and dark. He’d never seen him look this way before. As if he…oh, god, this was good. Like nothing he’d ever expected or could have hoped for. That Dylan wanted the same thing…god, this was sex and this was Dylan and it was so damned easy. They could have had this all along or maybe Dyl had and he hadn’t and—

“Who?” He didn’t know how to ask. The question was too important. Girls were always around. They both dated. But Dylan never bragged about anyone not even to him. Had he been with another guy? Would Dyl have told him if he had?

“No one. Only wanted you.” The words tumbled out of Dylan’s kiss swollen mouth as he wrapped his long lean legs around Bo’s hips. “Too afraid to—I didn’t know how to—or if you would—“

Relief flooded him. Dylan and him, together. He wanted this, he’d dreamed of this. “Yeah, me too, no one. Dreamed of doing this, with you. So much…this feels so good, better than I imagined.” He found Dylan’s lips again and sucked his tongue into his mouth. The need to do more than just rub against his friend sizzled in his mind. He gripped Dylan’s hips and thrust hard against him as he tried to get closer. Hot slippery pre-come coated them, making it easy to move. Dylan gasped, arching his hips off the floor at the same time Bo thrust upward. And they both froze.

A cry of pain from Dylan confirmed what he felt. Somehow he’d managed to slip inside his friend. Just past the crown of his dick. But deep enough to know that he never wanted to pull out, except this couldn’t hurt Dylan. He wouldn’t force it. “Don’t.” Dylan whispered, his voice gone rough, eyes flaring wide as Bo moved to withdraw. “It’s okay. Just slowly, okay.”

Bo stared into his friend’s eyes, looking for the truth. “You want me to…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He didn’t want to put a name to this. Not yet.

“Fuck me,” Dylan finished for him, his face going scarlet, but his eyes burned bright and never left Bo’s. He rocked his ass onto Bo’s dick, wincing as he stretched. “We need lube. Don’t…want to stop to…mmmm.” Pain darkened his face, but only for a moment before his eyes turned…was that what they meant when they said lust? Whatever it was he saw in Dylan’s eyes, he didn’t want to lose it. “Just don’t stop, okay.”

Bo moved onto his knees, careful not to thrust deep inside as his body demanded. Dylan’s arms flopped onto the floor. His skin flushed a deep red, his breath coming in fast gasps. Hard toned muscles everywhere Bo looked. But he knew what Dylan looked like. He’d seen him like this so many times. In the locker room, or the pool, hell, just changing after school. But never spread out on the floor with Bo’s dick half inside him. Or with Dylan’s dick lying long and hard against his belly, pre-come pooling around his navel. No, this was new.

“You’re beautiful. Did you know?”

“I always thought the same about you.” Dyl’s smile was shy, hesitant, his blue eyes lit from inside with a fire Bo had never seen before. “It’s okay, Bo, I want you to be the one.”

The one to what? Take his virginity? Fuck him hard and send him off to Afghanistan with happy memories? Because Bo didn’t want just one time. He wanted a lifetime. He'd known as much in tenth grade. But Dylan had never even looked at him. Not like he did now.

“Okay. Yeah, okay. Slow, right. Slow and it’ll be fine. Okay.” Bo did the only thing he could think of, he spit in his hand like he’d seen it done in the videos. He coated Dylan’s hole and with more spit, his dick, hoping it would be enough. And then he pushed inside. Slowly, watching Dylan’s eyes for his cue to stop or go deeper.

He went deeper. Dylan cried out, digging nail marks into Bo’s arms. “Fuck,” he said several times, “oh, fuck.” But he didn’t stop Bo, he moved with him with each miniscule thrust and withdraw, until Bo was inside him as far as he could go.

“God, don’t move,” Bo moaned, the tight heat surrounding him nearly unbearable. All of the blood in his body centered there. His head swam. The urge to come sizzled down his spine. He laid his head on Dylan’s shoulder as he fought to catch his breath. “I’ll come if you move.”

Soft fingers stroked his face, he could feel Dylan’s dick throbbing against his belly. “I’ll come with you if I move. You feel so good inside me.”

“Shit, Dylan, this can’t be happening.” But it was. He caught Dylan’s lips as he moved over him, tongue thrusting into his friend’s mouth, telling him what he wanted to do to him with his lower body if he dared to move. The throaty sounds Dylan made drove him to madness. He moved, hips rocking so damned slowly into Dylan’s hot tight body, he thought he’d burn up from the friction.

“Fuck, fuck,” Dylan cried against his mouth, his body going stiff, his hands slapped at Bo’s back and then his ass. He gripped him there, holding him tight, straining to bring him inside deeper. “Fuuuuhhk!” Heat erupted between them, the musky scent inflaming Bo. He drove himself deep, short inelegant thrusts. Orgasm hit him fast and hard. Dylan held him as he emptied himself of years of longing and hours of fantasizing. Dylan’s moan mingled with his. It was too much. All he could do was tremble like a little kid hiding from a monster. “Fuck,” Dylan said one more time, his legs falling limp to the floor.

“Yeah, fuck,” Bo agreed. Because now they were. Fucked. Fucked in every way possible. “I think I may have spooged on your mom’s carpet.”

Dylan laughed, his body shaking with the effort. “Somehow, I don’t think she’ll care.”

“Are you okay, I mean, with this,” Bo eased himself off his friend to withdraw. Dylan threw his head back and gasped as Bo pulled out. He looked so—what? Beautiful? Well fucked? Lying on the floor, his skin flushed and sweaty, his eyes glazed and languid, his arms limp, boneless. Yeah, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Dylan was beautiful after fucking. Too damned beautiful.

“I’m good,” Dylan said his voice ragged, raw. He rolled onto his side and Bo followed. He lay facing his friend, his head pillowed on his arm. “How about you? Regret setting in now that we’ve done the deed?”

Maybe. He didn’t know. But he shook his head just the same. “No. No regret. When do you leave?” The shock that had driven him next door gone now, cold hard terror still held on. “For basic?”

“Boot camp and I leave next week. After I help Mom move into an apartment closer to the hospital. Most of this stuff is going into storage or she’s going to sell it.” Bo winced, he knew that since Dylan’s dad had died they were having problems. He just didn’t know it was this bad. “It’s the mortgage, Bo, she can’t manage it on her own. And really, with me gone what does she need this big house for?”

“I guess it’s what’s best. Doesn’t mean I have to like the idea that you won’t be right next door anymore.” There was so much he wanted to say. He’d already made a fool of himself by demanding that Dylan unenlist.

Dylan didn’t say anything for a moment then he sighed, and glanced away. “You won’t be here anyway, it’ll be the same as it would have been if I went to another college. We’d email, text, whatever, and that would be it.”

He was right, of course he was right. And Bo was an idiot for thinking anything different. “But you would come home for the holidays.”

“And you wouldn’t be here because of post season games. Your summers will be short for training camps. You won’t be here to miss me.” Hope fled even before it could swell, Dylan was right. Dylan was always right and he hated that much about him.

“But I’ll miss you. I already miss you and I haven’t left yet.” He swiped his thumb across Dylan’s chin, the patch of stubble there rough under his touch.

“I know. I hate leaving you. I was looking for a way to tell you. I couldn’t. I wasn’t supposed to go until late fall but I was called up early. I thought there would be more time.” Dylan hunted around for his shirt, finding his torn shorts, he sighed and wiped the rapidly drying cum from Bo’s chest, and then his own. “It feels strange to have cum in my ass.”

The shock of the words brought back the enormity of what they’d done. He’d just fucked his best friend. And wanted to do it again. “I should have pulled out like they do in the pornos and jacked off in your mouth. Would you have liked that better?”

The blush that crept up Dylan’s chest into his face made Bo happy. “Watch much porn, do we?”

It was Bo’s turn to blush. “Yeah, I had this problem with wanting to molest this hot guy who I thought was straight. Kept me sane. Watching gay porn, that is, not molesting hot guys… thinking I could have something like that.”

“Yeah,” Dylan whispered, his eyes going vacant for a moment as if Bo had hit a sore spot and then he smiled. “You really think I’m hot?”

“Since about sixth grade. Didn’t dare tell you—football, you know. I wanted to keep it. And you were there so I thought, maybe that was all I needed.”

“I wish you would have said something or done something sooner. We could have had more time.” The smile in Dylan’s eyes lasted for about a second and then reality set in. Tomorrow this would be just a memory.

“We have tonight. I could sleep over,” he suggested, hope flaring. Dylan’s mom usually worked through the night and then slept for the next day or so. She wouldn’t notice that anything other than their usual Friday-night-after-the-game-all-night-movie-fests-because-they-were-both-too-amped-up-to-sleep was going on in her house. They could have spent so many of those nights fucking. God, he wanted to taste Dylan’s dick. Just once.

“What about your party? Everyone we went to school with will be at your house tonight.”

Bo groaned, he was supposed to be cleaning the pool but the mail lady brought a package around and started chatting about the both of them leaving and how it wouldn’t be the same with them both gone. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to call everyone and tell them to stay the fuck home. “I forgot. We can sneak off. Up to my room. Watch videos and—“

“Bo? Where the hell are you?” Bo groaned again, his father’s voice carried through the open windows. “The pool isn’t finished and your guests will be here in two hours.”

“Oh fuck, I hope he didn’t just hear us. I forgot I turned the air conditioner off and opened the windows.” Dylan shoved his trunks at him and pushed him to his feet. His face going white for a moment. “After the party, sleep over here. They’ll understand. Bring the videos. And anything else you have stashed away.”

“I don’t care if he did, he’ll find out one day. Today would be good as any.” Bo scrambled to pull his trunks on. Dylan stretched on the floor, a slight smile on his face. He never was shy about his body. Never. “I really want to suck your dick,” Bo said before he could stop the thought from becoming words. The mentioned organ twitched and danced against Dylan’s body.

“Tonight.” Dylan ran his hand down his belly to cup his dick, his smile held so much promise. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Bo! I’m not kidding, get your ass home now or I’m canceling this damn party,” his father shouted, his voice closer now, most likely he was leaning over the fence.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he yelled back, before dropping back to the floor. Unsure now, he touched his lips to Dylan’s, the hand in his hair told him he was doing something right. “Maybe if I stay he’ll follow through with the threat,” he whispered, not wanting to leave now that he knew the truth. “I’d rather stay here.”

Dylan shoved at his shoulder. “Give me a little while to finish up the laundry and I’ll come over to help. Maybe we can do stuff in the pool, you know, when they’re not looking.”

“Yeah?” Bo’s skin prickled with chills. What the hell could they do in the pool, in plain sight?

“Yeah, now go home before your dad comes looking for you and finds me lying here with a boner.” And with those words, Bo was in the same condition. He’d have to jump in the pool to hide his erection.

“Okay,” he said, biting his lip to stifle a groan. “Don’t take too long. I need all the help I can get.”

He left Dylan lying on the carpet and went back to his own yard, jumping straight in the deep end before his dad could say anything. When he came out the other side he had his body under control. As long as he didn’t think about the night to come. Or how fast he could get this party to wind down. He had one night left with Dylan to tide him over for probably years. He pretended that the pool water was all that trickled down his face and got back to cleaning the filter before his dad came back out to clean the grill.

* * * * *

The drive to the airport was silent. Most of the last week had been silent. Dylan stared out the window at the interstate traffic or trees passing by. At one point he could have sworn he saw a coyote standing on the side of the road. It was still very early and he’d had very little sleep; he was sure he was hallucinating because last time he checked there were no coyotes in Florida. The past night he'd Skyped with Bo until around three in the morning knowing that his plane left at nine and it was a long drive up to Tallahassee. Bo was miserable. Full out two-a-days in August was kicking his ass and he just didn’t want to say goodbye.