Wes and Toren (31 page)

“Stop staring at me. Go away,” I said after a few minutes. Wesley laughed. “I’m serious. I have to study. So, go away!”

“No. I don’t wanna. Besides, you look really sexy when you’re all focused and concentrating. It kinda turns me on. Why don’t you take a break?” he said, smiling lasciviously at me.

“I can’t. I really have to study. And if you’re not going to help me, go away,” I reiterated, trying my hardest not to meet Wesley’s gaze.

“C’mon, just a short break. Say, ten minutes?”

I looked up and Wesley grinned at me. He took my breath away and I was already responding to his playful seduction. He stood up and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips, and what little resistance I had faded away immediately.

“Just ten minutes?” I asked, licking my lips.

“Promise,” he said, looking into my eyes as he reached down and groped the front of my pants.

I stood up and followed Wesley into the bedroom, forgetting everything I had just studied as my blood drained downward. Wesley pulled his shirt over his head as he stepped past the threshold and my eyes lingered on his wide, smooth back. He turned and smiled at me as he dropped his shirt on the floor. I felt myself get harder as he pulled me in close and looked into my eyes for a long moment before kissing me slowly. His hands roamed down my chest and rubbed my nipples over the fabric of my shirt as he dropped his kiss to my chin and neck. He unzipped my pants, slid his hand inside my boxers, and stroked 234

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affectionately as he sucked on my neck. I opened his jeans and slid them down low on his hips, enough to grope freely inside his underwear. His lips returned to my mouth and we kissed softly, yet feverishly, until Wesley pulled away and squeezed his hand around me.

“I want you on top this time,” he whispered throatily, hinting at a smile. I looked at him, feeling his firm grip, and I was unable to respond.

“I was thinking about it, since we saw Kate and Lis the other night,” he said, stepping back and pulling off his jeans. He sat back on the bed, reached for the bottle of lotion and tossed it to me. “C’mon. I want you to fuck me, Toren.”

I took a deep breath, every atom in my body awake with lust. I stripped my clothes off and joined Wesley on the bed. He parted his knees for me and I flipped the top off the lotion, dribbling some on my fingers. He pushed himself toward me and lay back. With one hand on the inside of his thigh, I leaned down and met his large cock with my tongue. I slipped a finger beneath and easily found the awaiting orifice. I pushed one finger inside him as I slid my lips over the head and pressed my tongue against his sensitive flesh. I ground my fingers against his warm ring until I was able to press in two fingers past the second knuckle. I continued sucking him off until pre-cum coated my mouth and tonsils.

With his thighs blocking my peripheral vision, I looked up and Wesley’s expression made me so hard it hurt. He looked at me with glassy eyes and he parted his moist lips as he gasped for breath. I pushed three fingers into his elastic hole and drowned myself in the musty smell of his balls. While I slurped and sucked them, I felt his hands in my hair.

“You’re…you’re gonna have to hurry,” Wesley panted, lifting my head and looking into my eyes.

I glanced down at his large member, glistening with saliva and pre-cum, then back to his desperate, sexy face. I withdrew my fingers and stroked myself wet with lotion. Wesley lifted his backside up to me, his thighs rubbing against my hips and waist, and I held myself firm as I slowly pressed into him. A moan escaped his lips and his muscles tightened as I pushed farther into him. He spread his legs farther apart on both sides of me and I grasped his slippery cock with a firm grip and Wes & Toren

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stroked back and forth, as I forced myself deeper. Wesley arched his back as I felt my balls slap against his warm flesh.

“F—uck! God, Toren!” Wesley shouted, squeezing his knees against my waist.

I nearly came just from the sound of his voice calling my name, but I renewed my effort, pulling back and thrusting forward again and again.

Wesley panted beneath me and I felt like I was flying. This incredible feeling even tingled in my fingertips and toes.

“Tor…God! Tor, I’m coming!” Wesley panted as I moved above him.

“Me too. Wes…Wesley!” I shouted, nearly pulling out then driving into him again with a desperate, delirious fervor.

Wesley exploded, hitting my chest and stomach and I came hard inside his tender recesses until I collapsed on top of him. Panting and gasping, Wesley stroked his hand through my hair and I looked up timidly at his sexy face. I was still inside him and my cheeks reddened with embarrassment as I felt myself getting hard again.

“Can I?” I asked timidly. “Can I…one more time?”

“Yeah. Yeah, one more time,” Wesley answered breathlessly.

I felt him harden against my stomach and he slipped his hand behind my neck and kissed me feverishly. I felt his cock rubbing against my stomach and I was instantly overcome by the sensation. Wesley wrapped his arms around my neck and I moved back and forth, feeling his heat and perspiring body sliding against mine. I was passionately overwhelmed, pumping inside him with unadulterated lust while Wesley bucked his hips into me. I tried to stave off my approaching climax until Wesley was near too. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and then we climaxed together, draining ourselves of every ounce of love and desire within.

I flopped down atop him and breathed in his distinctive scent. I still had a fever behind my eyes, but my body was happily exhausted and Wesley drew his arms around me. We lay in bed for long minutes, savoring the memory and scent of sex until Wesley ran his hand through 236

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my hair. I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip, and then rolled off him onto my back.

“You did that on purpose,” I said, staring at the ceiling.

“Did what?”

I closed my eyes, still feeling the heat emanating from my body.

“You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop after just ten minutes.”

“Maybe,” he answered with a chuckle in his voice.

“And I still have to study!” I complained, covering my eyes with my forearm. “You better take responsibility and help me.”

“I know. I will,” Wesley agreed, sitting up. “Get dressed. I’m gonna go wash up,” he said, patting my hair and kissing my forehead. He slid to the side of the bed and grasped his lower back as he stood up. “Oh man, I’m gonna be walking like an old man tomorrow,” he said, shuffling across the room to pick up his T-shirt and jeans before heading into the bathroom.

I watched him walk away, still with a hand on his back, and I suddenly felt really bashful. I got out of bed and got dressed, but stopped next to the bathroom. The door was open and I could hear water running in the sink. I leaned against the wall and blushed.

“Um, Wesley?”

“Yeah?”

“Did I do okay?” I asked quietly.

“What? I can’t hear you,” Wesley said, stepping into the doorframe with a washcloth in his hand.

“Was…was it okay? Did I do okay?” I asked again, feeling my ears burn.

“Why are you being so shy?” Wesley asked, a smile on his handsome face. “You were great. It felt amazing.”

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as you make me feel, then, I think I did okay,” I confessed quietly, staring at the cream-colored carpet in the hallway.

Wesley stepped close to me and kissed my lips gently. “If I can make you feel even half as good as you make
me
feel, then…well, I think we’re in a good place.”

I smiled at his sweet, confident words and looked up at him. “I love you so, so much,” I whispered.

“And I love you so, so much. Now, let’s get to studying because I’m expecting a big reward when you pass,” he said.

I kissed him again and nodded my head. “Deal.”

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“WAKE up! Hey, wake up! It’s Christmas!” Alycia shouted, pouncing on Wesley and me. “Come on! Let’s go! Let’s see what Santa brought!”

I rubbed my eyes and smiled. I was used to this; this was how she woke me up every Christmas morning. But Wesley lay still with his eyes wide open until an amused smile took over his face.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“It’s almost nine. Now, come on! Let’s go!” she said, grabbing onto our wrists and pulling. It was hard to believe she was sixteen years old.

“And what makes you think Santa would bring
you
anything?” I asked, pulling my hand away.

Alycia sat up on her knees between Wesley and me and placed her hands on her hips. “I’ve been good all year long! And besides, it’s not like Santa would bring presents for a couple of homos!” she countered with a grin.

My mouth dropped open and Alycia giggled. “Get her!” I shouted and Wesley reacted quickly, pinning Alycia to the ground and tickling her mercilessly.

“I’m kidding!” she laughed breathlessly, squirming to get away. “I was kidding! I give!” she cried, laughing so hard her whole body shook.

I let go of her arms and Wesley relented, letting her escape. She gasped for breath, still laughing, and stood up. “C’mon, it’s Christmas!”

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Wesley stood up and grabbed his blue jeans from my bed. I blushed looking at him in his T-shirt and boxers. I completely forgot about Alycia’s Christmas morning ritual and didn’t think about how Wesley always slept in his underwear. Fortunately, he wore a T-shirt to bed and boxers instead of boxer-briefs. Alycia didn’t seem to notice and waited impatiently for us to follow her into the living room.

“Good morning! Merry Christmas!” Mom said, standing in her robe in front of the coffeemaker. “Did Santa visit?”

Alycia and I ran to our stockings, hanging in the living room, and sat down on the floor to look through our loot. I told Wesley to hurry up and get his stocking, threatening to claim what was inside. Wesley had the sweetest look on his face, astonishment and excitement, that he had his very own stocking in our family. He sat down on the floor next to me with his stocking in his lap, his name spelled out in glue and glitter.

Alycia had told me the day before that it was actually Mom’s idea to get Wesley a stocking and I flashed a happy, grateful smile in her direction.

An orange was stuffed in the toe of each of our stockings, a family tradition, and they were filled to the top with chocolates and candy. Also, each of us had a CD in our stocking: the new Clapton for Alycia, an old Pixies album for Wesley, and B.B. King’s early recordings for me. Mom watched us with a nostalgic grin while she sipped her coffee.

“Okay, what should we do first? Presents or breakfast?” Mom asked, after getting a hug from each of us as our surrogate Santa.

“Presents! I wanna do presents!” Alycia shouted. “Presents presents presents!” She ran to the small Christmas tree and delivered the presents, singing the recipient’s name and who it was from, and dancing around like a ten-year-old. Wesley sat in the armchair amidst the prettily wrapped gifts at his feet with a dumbfounded look on his face. Mom teased him about his astonished look and told him that he was part of our family and, of course, he’d be included in the gift exchange. I smiled and felt my chest tighten. I knew it was cliché, but this was the best gift I could ever ask for.

“Okay! Me first,” Alycia announced, pulling a rectangular box onto her lap. She tore off the paper and held up a Persian-blue dress with a wide sash around the waist and a bodice that folded over the chest. It was 240

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beautiful and exactly her style and she thanked Mom happily while holding it up to her shoulders.

Mom was next in the circle and took a small box wrapped in red paper with a green ribbon. She already knew what it was; she got it every year. It was a bottle of perfume that she always got from Dad on Christmas. After their divorce, Alycia and I continued the tradition with mixed feelings, but Mom smiled and thanked us from the bottom of her heart. The only difference was that, this year, the gift tag read: From Wesley and Toren.

Wesley chose a rectangular clothes’ box and unwrapped it carefully. Alycia chuckled as he folded the paper in halves and laid it down on the floor. Inside the box was a new pair of blue jeans that he desperately needed and a dark-orange, long-sleeved shirt. He blushed as he thanked Mom and Alycia giggled again.

At last, it was my turn and I opened a package elegantly dressed in cheesy cartoon elves decorating a huge Christmas tree. I smiled at Alycia as I crumpled up the paper; she always looked for one roll of exceedingly ugly gift wrap. I held up two DVDs and thanked her excessively; few people appreciated my love of kung fu movies. Wesley smiled and gave me a thumbs-up:
The Legend of the Drunken Master
and
The Defender
, two of our favorites.

We went around the circle, opening our gifts in turn, when Wesley pulled a long, thin box onto his lap.

“No! You can’t open that one yet!” Alycia shouted.

Wesley looked up and then at the balls of crumpled paper on the floor. “But this is the last one,” he said.