It was suggested by a friend that I tidy up all of the knots in this story before putting it to bed. It was also suggested that there could easily be a spin off. What do you think?
Thanks,
Dan
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Daniel and JD part 12: Misery loves company.
JD sat in the rays of the afternoon sun, enjoying its warmth on his back. Daniel's office, which he was borrowing, was drowning in a sea of paperwork for the next six months worth of staging designs, lighting layouts, location shoots, and projected expenses.
The door opened, causing JD to look up. Tyler came in and waved as he closed the door. JD smiled and leaned back from the desk. "Hey, Sport! What's new?" Tyler seemed to try and smile, but his face contorted, and tears began to roll down his cheeks. JD stood up and walked around the desk, holding his arms out.
Tyler wrapped his arms around JD's powerful chest and cried, shaking them both. JD soothed him and stroked his hair, but didn't try to stop the waterworks. "I just wanted to be normal." Tyler blubbered. "I wanted a life like real people have."
"Didn't go well, huh?" JD pulled tissues out of a box on the desk and handed them to his adopted little brother. Tyler had phoned him last night and told him that he was going to break up with Brenda, and that he'd tell JD all about it at lunch the next day.
"I didn't tell her I was gay, if that's what you mean." Tyler wiped his eyes and nose, but didn't move away. "I didn't want her to feel like she was used, you know?"
"Not to mention that this is a small town and she could make your life here a living hell." JD helped Tyler take his jacket off and tossed it over a chair. "Look, Hero, I know you have some shit in your head because of Eddie, and that you thought Brenda would change you, but guess what? You were a normal person before, and you'll meet someone again."
"I know." Tyler threw himself onto a long leather couch. "It's just that I'm lonely, okay? And I don't mean like 'come over and see us for dinner' lonely. I want something like you guys have."
"I don't know what to say to make it all better, Ty. Me and Daniel were an accident. He was so straight his shit came out in perfect cylinders and lengths." Tyler laughed, and JD sat down nest to him. "I can't promise you'll find that. But you can't stop trying."
"I know." Tyler leaned on JD's shoulder. "It just hurts, that's all."
"It'll pass, Kiddo."
Fridays were always hectic at the high school, and Cannon leaned in towards his locker as a crush of people went by. He dumped his books inside and pulled out the ones he had homework in before slamming the door and spinning the combination lock. Six more months and he would be free. He told himself that every day when the last bell sounded.
He stopped and talked with two of the other members of the swim team about the region meet tomorrow, and smiled as they described the party they had planned afterwards. He rarely went to these parties, not because he didn't like them, but because they had a tendency to turn into drunken animals, and that wasn't his scene.
Not to mention the other things that weighed heavily on his mind. Twice today Anna Green had asked him to the Christmas dance, and both times, for some reason he had yet to understand, he had seen the face of the guy he'd met at the gym. It had alarmed him, and now he was brooding on why he would be thinking of Tyler at all other than fast as a friend at the gym.
True, they had started working out together over the last week and a half, and true, Tyler was built pretty damned well, but Cannon had been surrounded by swimmers for years, and had never really been interested in them, and they were built, too.
He climbed into the Nissan Maxima his parents let him use and started it, heading for the gym. His stomach felt funny, and he was unable to put his thoughts at ease. Tyler had been nothing but decent to him, even allowing him to use the guest shower in his apartment instead of the public ones at the gym. So why was he feeling so weird?
He hurried into the locker room and changed into his spandex shorts and a tank top, rolling his school clothes up in the bag and taking it out onto the floor with him. Tyler walked in the front door and Cannon smiled, but let it fade as he saw the look on Tyler's face. It looked like he was tired and upset. He was still in his street clothes, and he usually changed before he came in.
"Hey." Tyler said, smiling faintly. "I'm real sorry, but I'm just not up to this today. I think I need a day off."
"That's cool." Cannon responded, hoping he didn't sound disappointed. "I have shit load of homework for this weekend. I have a meet tomorrow morning anyway. I probably should take it easy."
"Yeah. Thanks, Cannon." Tyler stopped and looked back up. "You can still use the apartment to change if you want to. You can stop in whenever you like, not just after the gym."
A small thrill went through the younger boy, and he fought the urge to smile. "Thanks. I worry about getting athlete's foot or something over here."
"C'mon." Tyler waved towards the door. "I'll buy you a protein drink and a Twinkie." Cannon laughed and followed Tyler out the door.
"Where's Brenda?" Cannon asked as they entered the living room. It had the look of things being moved around, and there were several things on the floor and on the furniture.
"Uh, we're not together any more." Tyler said quietly as he scooped Mystery off the kitchen counter and set her on the floor. "I broke up with her."
For some reason, Cannon found this information exhilarating. He lowered his head, careful not to look excited. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything to piss you off."
Tyler chuckled and splashed juice into to two glasses. "Say what's on your mind, Cannon. You didn't piss me off." He handed one of the glasses to Cannon and threw himself on the couch. "Besides, it was a bad move on my part anyway. I never should've started it."
Cannon sat down in the large overstuffed chair across from Tyler and put his leg up on the arm. "You make it sound like you were doomed. What's up with that?"
Tyler didn't answer for a long moment, sighing heavily. He looked up and met Cannon's eyes, offering a sort of wistful smile. "Cannon, I need to tell you something, and if you get upset, I understand, but I am sick of lies, okay?" Cannon's eyebrows narrowed and he nodded. Tyler set his glass on the side table and leaned back. "I'm gay, Cannon, and I tried to use Brenda to make me straight."
Cannon blinked. It was like an alien landed and told him something in a strange language. He heard Tyler, but he didn't 'hear' Tyler. His heartbeat increased, and he felt his palms get sweaty. "So?" He asked, knowing he sounded to unimpressed.
"So if you're not okay with that, I understand." Tyler watched Cannon's eyes closely for signs of a reaction. He could tell something was happening, but he didn't know what.
Cannon had a hard time breathing, and he pulled his knees up to his chest. After along pause, he met Tyler's eyes. "How did you know you were gay?" He asked quietly.
Tyler ran his hands through his hair. "Well, the last week was a good indicator." He flopped onto his side on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "I didn't know what I was. I mean, I never looked at boys or girls when I was in school. Then I met Daniel and JD, and, well, a lot of things fell into place for me."
"They're gay?" Cannon asked, leaning forward on the edge of his seat.
Tyler nodded. "They're so in love, it's sickening sometimes." He smiled and glanced at Cannon. "I don't know really what they think they are, but they are absolutely devoted to each other. I've seen a lot of straight marriages that aren't as strong as they are." He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand. "Anyway, I fell hard for a guy named Eddie. He got killed a year or so ago."
"I'm really sorry, Tyler. I'm sure he meant a lot to you." Cannon was surprised to feel empathy for his friend, yet not surprised. He was alone, too, although he'd never lost anyone he loved like that.
"He did." Tyler's eyes sort of lost their focus for a second, but then he picked up a pillow and chucked it at Cannon, hitting him in the head. "Enough. He wouldn't like me to live in the past either!" He stood up and stretched his arms above his head. "I think we ought to order pizza. What do you think?"
"Cool." Cannon smiled and stood up as well, leaning down to touch his toes. He straightened up and followed Tyler over towards the phone; feeling like a heavy weight was being lifted off his shoulders. "Tyler, I have a swimming meet tomorrow morning. It's the region finals. Will you come and watch?"
Tyler smiled and picked up the phone. "Yeah, you goof ball, I will." He laughed as Cannon made a fist and pumped it, hissing, "Yes!"
It was dark outside, and the snow had started again. Daniel sat cross-legged on the floor across from JD, a Trivial Pursuit board between them, and pulled a card out. "If you get the wedgey for this one, I'll do the dishes. If you don't, you clean the fridge out tomorrow."
"Deal." JD smirked confidently. "It's entertainment, Babe. I rule that topic."
"Whatever." Daniel made a big show of covering the side of the card with the answers. "Who wrote Battlestar Galactica?"
"Glen A. Larsen." JD said immediately.
Daniel tossed the card in the air with a look of disgust. "There is no goddamned way a normal person should no that." He put the wedge into JD's game piece and leaned over to kiss him. "You're bizarre, you know that, right?" He went to stand up, but JD grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Danny, I want to talk about something, and I want you to listen, 'kay?" JD steepled his fingers, rocking slightly. "Tonight was nice, Daniel, because it was like the old days, you know? No tension, no work, just us." He tried not to, but a tear slipped down his cheek and he looked into Daniel's eyes. "When we started the studio, I was so excited I couldn't stand it. We were gonna do it our way, period. The bad news was, it consumed us, and I am so fucking jealous of your time, I don't even want to share it with Broderick Camas."
"What..?" Daniel started to ask a question, but JD leaned forward and kissed him silent. "Please, Danny, just listen, okay? I just need you to hear what I have to say." Daniel nodded, his expression tense and worried. "I sat down with the accountant today, and we have so much money, we can't spend it before we die. We made it to the major leagues, and even though we don't realize it, we're millionaires, Daniel. Millionaires take time off once in awhile and travel or something. They take a break, and they keep life in perspective. You work way to hard, and you'll die of a heart attack or something, and that will piss me off way bad."
"So what do I do?" Daniel asked, his voice husky. "I don't want to see what we worked so hard on go to shit, JD. I am proud of it, and I know you are, too."
"We let Kirkland run it for awhile, and we go do whatever we want, wherever we want." JD took Daniel's hands in his. "I kinda want to retire a little bit, and I want to be with you. That's what I want."
"We're kind of young to retire, aren't we?" Daniel leaned against JD's chest and closed his eyes. The truth was, he was tired, and he sometimes forgot how important JD was in the universe. A thought that made him feel guilty as hell.
"I don't think we'll need a nursing home just yet." JD laughed and stroked Daniel's hair. Daniel looked up and kissed his mate long and deeply, and without a word, they stood up and embraced, still sharing the long passionate kiss. They made love for hours, right there in the den, and the rest of the world didn't exist for a while.
The morning air was crisp and cold as Tyler swept the fresh snow off his car. His eyes were still a bit puffy from a lack of sleep, but over all he felt good.
He started the car and headed for the Aquatic Arts Center at the high school.
He'd phoned JD and asked him to come and watch also, and was happy when he was told they would both be there. Cannon had called and said that his dad was totally stoked that Daniel and JD were coming, and that they could sit on the judge's platform as guests of honor.
Tyler waited about five minutes for them to arrive, and he noted that they both looked really tired, but a lot happier than they had for weeks. He stepped between them and put his arms around their wastes as they walked to the doors.
It was very humid and warm inside, and a kid that looked to be in his early teens led them to the platform. Cannon waved from his warm up laps, and Tyler grinned broadly and waved back. Daniel stopped and hugged Coach Yearsley, as did JD. They talked animatedly about times and stuff that might as well be Greek to Tyler.
There were several events, and Cannon competed in almost all but the diving. The Coach explained that he was afraid of heights, and Daniel confided to Tyler that he was too. JD laughed at that.
The final event was called, something called a 100-meter Freestyle, and Tyler stood up to get a better view. He spotted Cannon and tipped a small salute.
Cannon smiled widely and nodded, not letting anyone know what was going on. They climbed onto their blocks, and a weird tone went off.
Cannon hit the water and picked up speed. Unaware he was doing it, Tyler screamed and cheered. Daniel and JD jumped up and pumped their arms, yelling right along with him. JD looked up at the timer, then back at Cannon, jumping up and down.
For only the briefest of moments, it looked like one of the others would pull ahead, but Cannon put on a burst of speed, and in seconds it was over. The crowd went wild, and Tyler grabbed JD around the neck, screaming himself horse.
Cannon stood up and looked at the clock, then lifted his hands in the air. He caught Tyler's eyes and pointed, mouthing 'For you!'. Tyler gave him a thumbs up and pounded Daniel on the back.
Half an hour later, Daniel sat in the office talking to his former mentor, the happy buzz of victory affecting them all. JD sat halfway on the desk, laughing as they relived old times.
"God I miss you two." The Coach said, putting his feet up on the corner of his desk. "You had so much energy, you carried the whole team, you know that?"
"You pulled it out of us." Daniel chuckled. "You're still the best in the water, Coach."
"You were the best, Dan. I wish I had a coach like you around, but the school board won't pay for one."
"What if we volunteered?" JD asked, looking into Daniel's eyes, then at the Coach. "Can we do that?"
"What, have you coach diving?" Yearsley stood up and whipped his hat off. "Hell yeah, you can volunteer. Will ya?"
Daniel looked at JD and figured he'd been had. Without looking away, he nodded. "Yeah, Coach. I think we'd enjoy that."
"Oh, I gotta tell the boys. I really love you guys, you know that?" He shook both of their hands and left quickly, going to find his team. Daniel shook his head slowly, and JD leaned down and touched his cheek.
"You're a hell of a man, Daniel Broderick."
"So are you, JD Camas."
Tyler leaned against his car and looked at his watch, waiting for Cannon to come out of the pool building. It was just past five pm, and JD had just told him about their new jobs, and Tyler was happy for them. They seemed almost like their old selves again. The door banged open, and Cannon pelted across the empty parking lot and threw his arms around Tyler, throwing them both into a snow bank in front of the car.
"You were great!" Tyler shouted, hugging Cannon. He tousled he hair and laughed.
"I was inspired." Cannon rolled off and pulled Tyler to his feet. "You don't know how stoked I was when I saw you and those guys. I couldn't lose."
Tyler opened the door and held it for Cannon. "C'mon, ace. I'll take you out for some grub." He opened his door and got in, then jumped as lips plastered to his. Cannon pulled back, his eyes shining.
"I'd rather go back to your place." He said, a wicked grin spreading.
They walked through the door to find Mystery waiting on the arm of the couch. Cannon scooped her up and stroked her head. Tyler hung up their coats and turned to start up the conversation they'd been having in the car on the way over.
"Look, Cann, there's a thousand reasons not to have a relationship with you. You're not even eighteen for Christ sake!"
"Three months. Big fucking deal, Ty. I have feelings for you I've never had for anyone else, and I know you have feelings for me." Cannon set the cat down and came around couch. "Please, Tyler, don't shut me out. I know I'm on the verge of something that will help me find me."
"What if it's not right? What if we hate each other? Do you want to end the beginnings of a good friendship like that? What if you're not gay, and I scar you for you're whole fucking life?!" Tyler threw up his hands.
"What if I'm not gay?" Cannon soothed, putting his hands on Tyler's shoulders. "What if I just fell in love with you?"
"In two weeks?"
"C'mon, Ty, are you gonna tell me you aren't attracted to me? Don't you even want to see if it'll work before you kill it for both of us?"
Tyler sighed and looked into Cannon's eyes, his emotions at war in his head. "You're just a kid, Cann."
"Oh, please! How much difference does three years make? I'll be eighteen in seventy one days, Tyler. I'm not exactly being stolen from the crib here." Cannon's face fell, and he felt his heart starting to brake. He backed up, letting his hands fall to his sides. "I'm sorry. I got so excited when I realized I was in love with you, I thought you would feel the same way. I guess I better go."
"Wait." Tyler stood without saying anything, holding the closet door shut.
His heart pounded, and he could see Eddie so clearly the night before he died. Happy and smiling, so crazy and fun. He swallowed hard, letting that memory fade, and thinking about the swim meet, and how his chest felt like it would explode when Cannon won.
"I've been through a lot, Cannon. I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me, I'm just telling you that I might be slow to open up like that again. I don't want to hurt you."
"I accept that." Cannon whispered. He lifted his arms tentatively, and Tyler opened his. They hugged, and Cannon lowered his head onto Tyler's shoulder, relaxing. "All I want is a chance."
"Me too."
They fixed sandwiches and watched TV for a while, neither wanting to talk much after the emotional roller coaster. They sat on the couch next to each other, and after working up his courage, Cannon took Tyler's hand. Tyler grinned and kissed the back of it, then slid over so his head was in Cannon's lap.
They fell asleep watching a movie, Cannon with his head lolling back on the armrest, and Tyler lying in Cannon's lap. It was dark in the room except for the TV set, and Tyler squinted at the images. His movements woke Cannon, who lifted his head with a groan, his neck aching from the weird angle it had been in.
"Oh, shit!" Tyler hissed, looking at his watch. "It's almost midnight. You better get home." He sat up and looked for his keys.
"Don't worry. I told him I was going to a party and spending the night. It's what we always do after a meet." Cannon yawned as he spoke, scratching his head.
"I didn't want to go home tonight." He gave Tyler a bleary eyed smile.
"Thought of everything, didn't you? Why do I feel like I've been had?" Tyler smirked and sat back against the couch. The more time he had to think about it, the more beautiful Cannon was, and the harder it was to think up reasons to stay away. He shook his head almost sadly.
"What?" Cannon asked, alarmed.
"Nothing. I was just noticing how nice you are to look at. Even with sleepy eyes."
Cannon's face lit up with a wondrous smile, showing square white teeth, and leaned over to kiss Tyler. Each one was a little better, and Cannon found that he had a hard time being aware of his surroundings or sense of time when he kissed Tyler. It was like his mind was suspending reality. He liked it. A lot.
Tyler broke the kiss and leaned back. "Whoa. You're a fast learner. I thought you said you've never kissed before."
"You are the first person other than my mother that I have any recollection of kissing. I swear." Cannon grinned, proud of Tyler's comments. An idea struck him, and he grabbed Tyler's hands. "I want us to do something. Let's go for a walk."
Tyler glanced at the window and noticed that it was drizzling. "Cannon, it's supposed to snow. It's freezing out there."
"Not where we're going." He pulled Tyler to his feet "C'mon, trust me!"
"Okay, okay." Tyler relented, and pulled their coats out of the closet. "Wouldn't you rather drive?"
"No, your car stands out."
"Stands out?" Tyler looked at Cannon curiously. "Stands out against what?"
"If you keep asking questions, we'll never get there." Cannon flashed a grin and ran out the door and down the steps. "C'mon, Ty, hurry!" He went out the main door and jogged away.
Tyler shook his head and ran down the stairs after locking the door and followed him out into the weather. They jogged about five blocks, neither overly winded, and Tyler was just about to ask where the hell they were going when Cannon stopped suddenly. Tyler nearly collided with him.
"Look." Cannon whispered harshly, pointing. In front of them was the Aquatic Center, the parking lot now empty, with only a couple of lights on around the building. "I won there, just for you." Cannon beamed, standing straighter.
"Yeah, you did." Tyler put his arm around Cannon's shoulders. "I nearly lost my voice cheering." They began walking towards the building as they spoke in hushed tones. The drizzle had let off and was becoming snow.
"I could hear you, did you know that?" Cannon took Tyler's hand. "I swear to god, Ty, I could hear you." They neared the doors and stopped.
"You were amazing." Tyler looked into Cannon's brown eyes and felt a part of himself waking up that had been out of it for a long time. He realized that he really did want Cannon, and that it was a good feeling.
"You didn't see my medal." Cannon fished in his pocket and pulled out a key and turned towards the door.
"How the hell did you get your own key?" Tyler asked incredulously.
"I'm a Yearsley. My dad gave me a key last year so I could work out at night after everyone went home." Cannon opened the door and relocked it and waved Tyler inside.
"Maybe we could come back tomorrow. I'm sure the cops wouldn't be real happy with us if they found us inside at one am." Tyler hesitated, uneasy.
"I do it all the time. C'mon, I want you to see my medal." Cannon headed into the dark hallway, leaving Tyler to close the door. Tyler glanced out at the street and pulled the door shut, making sure it was locked. He saw Cannon disappearing around a corner and nearly fell as he tried to run after him. His shoes squeaked on the linoleum floor.
"Here it is." Cannon stood at a display case pointing. "I have to leave it here until the season's over, but it's mine." His voice was almost reverent. "And this is just Region. I still have state next month."
"I'll be there." Tyler said, realizing that he would, too. "It's great, Cann."
"Do you know, I really like it when you call me that?" Cannon chuckled. "I don't know why. It's just cool." He opened another door near the display case, obviously to his father's office, and stepped through to yet another door, this one opening to the pool deck. Tyler followed, closing the doors behind himself.
As he emerged onto the deck, Cannon was silhouetted against a row of thin tall windows that reached from floor to ceiling, bathing him in the dim light from the storm outside. Cannon raised his arms, looking out across the water that was lit by only two submerged lights.
"This was all I had until you showed up." Cannon dropped his arms and turned around. They had started sweating in the humidity and warmth of the pool, and Cannon pulled his jacket off and tossed it over a folding chair by the door. "For six years, I've eaten, slept, worked, and prayed swimming, and I never won shit. The first meet you come to, and I can do no wrong!" He threw his arms around Tyler and kissed him quickly. "It was an omen, man! I know it."
Tyler chuckled and pulled his coat off. "It wasn't me, goof ball. You have talent. I heard Daniel and JD talking to your dad. I know you have some power hitter schools looking at you."
Cannon nodded and turned away, not wanting to think about leaving for college. He looked into the water, seeing his home, his life, and an idea struck him.
He whirled around and grabbed Tyler's shoulders. "Let's go swimming."
"Uh, yeah. I'll just jog home, in the snow, and see if I even own a suit right now.." Tyler smirked.
"We don't need suits, there's no one here." Cannon grinned like the Cheshire cat and pulled his shirt off and tossed it near his coat.
"Holy shit, Cannon, your nuts." Tyler immediately looked around the enormous room and scanned for anyone looking, or cops busting down a door, or someone looking in the windows. His heart sped up.
"No, really. There is no alarm system, no cameras, and no one here. The Janitor has Sunday off. We have hours before we'll be noticed. C'mon!" Cannon kicked off his shoes and socks and wiggled out of his pants and stood in front of Tyler in his briefs.
Tyler sighed, knowing he would regret this, and pulled of his shirt. "I'm not real sure about this."
"Please trust me." Cannon whispered, and kissed him long and slow.
Tyler blinked as they parted and nodded. He kicked his own shoes off and was undoing his belt as Cannon pulled of his underwear. Without meaning to, he stopped and stared. Cannon's body was incredible, each muscle clearly defined, and with the lack of fat that was common to swimmers. He couldn't help noticing the kid's long slender penis and perfect balls, and Cannon moved his feet nervously, causing Tyler to look up. It was too dark to see, but he knew Cannon was blushing.
"Hurry. I want to see you." Cannon said quietly.
Tyler smiled and pulled his pants and boxers off in one motion, then stood and allowed Cannon to run his eyes over his body. His time as a model had made him a little callous to being embarrassed, and he didn't interrupt as Cannon discovered him.
"Wow." Cannon said in a husky voice. Tyler chuckled, and with no warning pushed Cannon backwards into the water. He surfaced, choking a little, and laughed. "Asshole!"
"You had it coming!" Tyler responded, jumping over Cannon's head into the pool. A furious dunking and wrestling match ensued that ended with Cannon swimming away at top speed, Tyler hot on his heels. The raced to the far end of the pool and back, Cannon resting against the edge and panting as Tyler swam up.
"This is totally wicked!" Tyler gasped, pulling himself up to the edge. "I never realized how cool skinny dipping was. I love the feel of the water."
Cannon laughed. "I do this a lot. It's like, I don't know, natural or something. The Romans never wore suits when they swam. It's a fairly new development."
He glanced up at the diving boards and back at Tyler. "Do you dive?"
"I hate heights." Tyler shrugged. "Sorry."
"You watch. I'll dive." Cannon grinned and went under, pushing off towards the end of the pool. Tyler was able to see him go past one of the underwater lights and marveled at the site.
Cannon surfaced and grabbed a ladder, climbing out, and Tyler was taken with how sexy it was to watch Cannon's long strides in the nude as he went to the highest diving board and started up.
"Lets see if I remember this one." Cannon called, walking out to the end of the board. He stood perfectly still, then bounced once, launching high into the air, tucked his head in and straightened his legs, spun twice, then hit the water head first with almost no splash. Tyler clapped and laughed, then pushed off and swam towards the side near the boards.
Cannon came up and heard the applause, and felt like his chest would burst.
They met at the side of the pool, and he moved closer to Tyler, feeling their legs touch. "You are incredible." Tyler said, and pulled Cannon to him. Their bodies molded together, and their lips met. Cannon ran his freehand up Tyler's chest and around his neck.
"Let's go home." Tyler suggested and smoothed Cannon's wet hair back. "I have a new event to teach you."
With their shirts, socks, and underwear stuffed in their coat pockets and water still running over their skin, they hurried out of the building, locking the doors behind themselves. They ran through the snow, laughing and tossing snowballs at each other.
Cannon slipped and went down, and Tyler skidded to a stop and pulled him up, and then took off in the lead, tossing a snowball over his shoulder. They were back at the apartment in a few minutes, and Tyler sprinted up the stairs and opened the door, holding it as Cannon ran past him and into Tyler's bedroom, shedding closes as he went.
Tyler scooped up the closes and tossed them in a pile, grinning and breathing hard. He pulled of his coat and tossed it, then slipped out of his pants and dived onto the bed, landing next to Cannon. "C'mere." He mumbled, and pulled Cannon to him, running his tongue over the kid's ear and neck.
Hurriedly, they yanked the covers back and climbed in, and Cannon reached down and cradled Tyler's package, beginning a slow stroking motion. "I've waited for this forever." He whispered, and then locked his lips over Tyler's, pushing his tongue in.
Tyler slipped down, kissing and licking across Cannon's chest and nipples. Cannon sighed and moaned, unable to believe the sensations. He fell back on the pillows, feeling Tyler's hand encircle his already stiff member. "Oh Jesus." He mumbled as Tyler's tongue ran up the underside and back down.
Tyler used his tongue and lips to start a rhythm, which he varied in speed, feeling Cannon tense up under his work. He was aroused to find that Cannon had almost no body hair, and was literally slick as a dolphin. In fact, the only hair he had found so far was a small neatly trimmed path of pubic hair at the base of Cannon's cock. It was very erotic.
Cannon almost whimpered as Tyler stopped suddenly and came up from under the covers. "Shhh." Tyler touched his finger to Cannon's lips. "I have a surprise for you." He leaned over and pulled open a drawer and took out a little tube and squeezed the contents into his hand. "This will make it easier. I want you inside me."
Cannon relaxed and enjoyed the feel of Tyler's hand working the lube onto him. With some instructions, he used first one finger, then another to work the lube into Tyler's ass. Anticipation excited him as Tyler rolled onto his side and pulled his leg up out of the way. It was clumsy at first, but Cannon managed to get into position, and with some coaching, slid into Tyler. His emotions and nerves went wild as he began to stroke slowly. It was beyond his wildest fantasies. He reached around and took hold of Tyler's hard on and matched the motions. He knew he didn't have very long until he came, and he wanted to get Tyler off too.
Tyler felt Cannon's stomach harden, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on using his muscles to massage Cannon. The kid had a natural talent, and Tyler felt himself floating into nirvana just as Cannon reached a frenzy of thrusts and cried out in his ear. His own orgasm was seconds behind, and he spilled his fluids in huge spasms onto the sheets, grimacing and grunting in a powerful crescendo.
They collapsed onto the pillows, panting. Cannon put his head on Tyler's Chest, exhausted, and was rewarded with an arm going around him. As he withered and shrank, he slipped out of Tyler, and his newfound older lover rolled onto his back and gave him room to lay his head on his chest. They fell asleep in each other's arms.