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Chapter 4 - Buddy
"Hi, Kyle, what's up?" "Nothing." "You ok?" "Yeah." "You sound like my wife when I ask if I did something wrong, and she says no when she's clearly mad at me." "Just drop it." "Ok," Chad threw his hands in the air stepping away. Kyle rammed his things into the poor locker and banged it shut. Yeah, sure, everything seemed peachy... I just watched him. I would love to mock him, but this looked serious. And I don't know why, but I just didn't feel like teasing him. It's been weeks since Kyle joined us, and the five of us became good friends. Not the kind you invite to your wedding obviously, as he hadn't invited any of us, but good enough to enjoy time together frequently.
We went down to the gym, and Kyle's grim mood was evident. The guys gave him space and just acted normally. Kyle turned to us earnestly when we were warmed up and made our way to the boulders. "Guys, I want to go try that V12 over there," he pointed at another area away from us. We looked at him. At this point, I usually went for v7 if I had a really good day. The rest of the guys were climbing around v9. Kyle was great, but until now, the highest grade we've seen him send was v10, so this seemed a bit of a stretch to us. What's going on with him?
"Kyle, go slow. How about that ten over there?" "Thank you, Zack. No. Is anyone willing to spot me?" We looked at each other. They seem not to understand Kyle even a little. To be completely honest, that pissed me off. I remember loading shitton of weights on when I was mad, and this attitude wouldn't help me at all. However, I was the weakest in bouldering among us, so I thought Kyle would benefit more from any of them. But they all seemed to be too big of a pussy for that.
"He is not going to kill himself, Zack. Seriously, he just wants to try it." Zack and Kyle were about the same levels, he would be the best to spot him, and we all knew that. "Sure, but he is obviously not in the best shape now." "So he wants to push himself cos he's mad and? You don't do that? Fuck you. I can spot you, Kyle, but you must promise to be careful. I am not taking you to the hospital." Kyle nodded. "I just thought he should progress gradually." "Sure, Zack, but he obviously doesn't want to today. I promise I won't let him kill himself." I winked at them. "Which one did you mean? Let's go." Kyle smiled at me weakly, and we went to one side of the hall where I hadn't been yet. There were problems from v12-v15, and to me personally, they seemed intimidating. Great... Now even I think this may be a bad idea.
"That pink one," he pointed. "Right. What are you thinking?" "It should be easy up to this one, but then I have no idea how to get to this... but it's quite large." He pointed to hold above us. "Dyno?" "Damn... maybe... but I need stronger footing than this one for that...." "How about that volume there? Could you make a jump like that?" (For those who don't know, the dyno is a movement where the person needs to jump from one hold to another, and volume is a large hollow and often geometrically shaped feature on a boulder, usually too large to grab. V-levels are, as you surely guessed, difficulty levels on boulder or climbing routes. "Send" means to be able to climb the route to the top, ... if there are more things I forgot to explain, write me or just look it up if you are interested. Or go climb ;) It's AMAZING!)
"Seems intimidating..." he looked at me with a weak smile. "Well, you wanted v12." I looked at him. "Thanks." "For what?" "Not prying or stopping me." "Sure, I hate when people do that to me. If I am mad, I have a reason for it, and if I wanted to tell a bunch of guys what it is, I would do it. Just don't get drowned in it." I hugged him around the neck and squeezed him on my chest. He chuckled and stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. We looked at each other, but he just smiled, and I let go.
These past weeks Kyle did everything he could not to be alone with me. He joined us regularly and became part of our group, but the moment the last guy left, Kyle bolted too. It was frustrating, to say the least, but Kyle grew on me after a while. He was a really smart, genuinely likable guy with few snobby quirks, but he could make fun of himself, so I started to like him more and more over time. After about a month like this, I just gave up hitting on him. Not that we haven't teased each other in a more than friendly way from time to time, but I returned to fucking random guys, and he, I suppose, kept his faithful fiancé persona in check. I don't need to knock on doors I am not invited to. And I can take a hint without feeling offended.
"So you want to try it, or are we just looking today?" He still held me lightly around my lower back. It was pleasant, but I might get the wrong idea after a few more moments like this. He went up, and just as he thought, up to a point, he mentioned he moved pretty elegantly. He had some difficulties in one part but nothing he couldn't manage. Then he reached the point where he needed to push himself from the large triangular volume and get the hold couple of feet from him. I was standing under him, spotting him if he would fall to steer him in a way he doesn't hurt himself. He jumped and touched the hold but couldn't grab it. So, with a frustrated roar, he fell, and I caught him. "You ok?" "Yeah! I nearly had it." "Cool, want to go again?" "Yes!" he beamed with excitement.
He looked closely at the problem again and went for it. This time he got there much faster, and as he was stabilizing himself off a nearby sloper and holding a pinch above him, I could see his muscles flex when he'd put his leg on that volume and got ready to launch himself. It looked amazing. He was in a zone, his face was pure concentration, and his whole body was still for that second. It was magnificent to watch him push himself like this. He jumped again, and this time he grabbed it, his legs swung under him, and he didn't catch up with his second hand soon enough and fell again. "Fuuck!" I couldn't resist holding him as he landed on my chest. "Did you see that?" "Yeah, that was amazing." He realized I was essentially hugging him and smiled. "You know spotting doesn't usually work like this?" "I just didn't want you to fall," I said innocently. "Right, so you would spot Stan like this, for example?" "No. But this part is pretty much secluded, so I couldn't resist." "Right." He was looking into my eyes with a gentle smile. He didn't seem angry at all anymore. His forearms rested on my shoulders, and his muscled pecs were pressed against mine. We could kiss, and it wouldn't be weird now. I was seriously considering that, and he saw it. "Let me go, Ross," he said with a wide grin. "I want to send it." "Sure." I let go of him. I could still feel his heat on my chest as I watched him ascend again.
It took him a couple more tries to get it, and one could see his arms were tired. Even the part he needed to cross to get to this point seemed now more difficult, but he was determined and made it each time. Finally, Kyle managed to jump and hold himself long enough to find footing. He screamed in happiness and was about to go for the next one, but it was challenging in his position. Still, he decided to try it but fell down. I grabbed him princess-style, and the pressure from that fall made me sit on the mat with him in my arms. I knew this was not the way to spot one on the boulder, but I couldn't help myself. Kyle was beaming with happiness.
"Did you see THAT?" He had one hand around the back of my neck and the second on my chest. "You did it!" "I could kiss you now!" he was ecstatic. "Then do it," I said, smiling. He laughed, "You wish." "I do." I looked sincerely into his eyes. It was true. His smile dissolved into this dreamy look like he was actually contemplating it. He kept looking at my lips, and for a second, I thought he would do it. But then he shook his head with a grin and stood up. "You are such a player Ross. It's a shame." "Why do you think I am playing?" I stood up right in front of him. "I did that all the time, man. I'm pro at this point." He winked at me. "I thought you said Karl was the first guy for you." "I meant in general." "So with chicks." "Yeah." He said proudly. "Cute." "Cute?" "Yeah, your hearing is good." "Man, I scored so much pussy in my days that would make your head spin. You can't compete." "Boy, I created so many pussies out of self-proclaimed alpha jocks that you would blush. You are nowhere near my level." Did he just smirk at that? "Cute. Still, you are not getting this one." "Do you really want to test me, Kyle?" I gave him the last chance to back down, and he knew.
"Man, let me have this. I just did my first dyno on v12." "Well, sorry to bring down your joy, but the first one doesn't count." "What do you mean?" "Nothing. I think you should keep trying. You obviously have the skill to send it whole." I stopped myself. I wanted to tell him what I've been told many times, that the first doesn't count. You need to repeat that to be able to say you did it. Otherwise, it could have been a stroke of dumb luck. Still, I loved how he glowed, and I didn't want to ruin it for him.
"Yeah, but my hands are tired now. We should head back. What time is it?" I looked, and it was past nine, I told him, thinking he might bolt with a scream that he was late for work. But he seemed calm. Surprised but calm. "Why didn't guys come for us?" "Seriously, no idea. Are you late now?" "No. It's fine." "You took a day off?" I realized I didn't even know what his job was. "What about you?" "I took a year off. I got fired thanks to your amazing fiancé and decided to change my job to something I would love. I have more than enough saved, and some clients still call me for consultations from time to time, so I can make pretty good money on the side." "Karl fired you?" "Yeah." He looked at me accusingly. "That's the reason you were after me so hard?" Damn... I didn't think this through, did I... "At first, yeah... Sorry?" "Was that sorry part a question?" "Well, thanks to that, you have here climbing pals." I tried to look at the bright side. "Still, man, that's messed up." "Maybe, but I really got to like you." I wrapped my arm around his shoulder playfully. He smirked and let me. "How nice." "You mad?" "Not really. I have to say I did it once as well." I started laughing. "How that ended up?" "Awfully, she kept calling me to say that she broke up with him and then demanded we must start to date properly." "Poor girl, how could you do that to her?" I said in a mocking voice. "He was an asshole, and she was dumb." "Tsk, tsk, tsk." "And how did that end up for you, asshole?" "We still haven't reached the ending." I winked at him. "Yes, we did." He smiled and put my hand down, opening his locker.
"So, what are you doing now?" "I am not sure. I will go eat somewhere." "Can I join?" "Will you behave?" "Always." I leaned toward him and winked. He just chuckled. "Right."
We went into the shower and watched each other under the stream. I didn't say a thing, and neither did Kyle. I watched him soap himself up and loved his look traveling all over my body. We finished and rinsed while staring into each other's eyes. I wanted to grab and push him against the tiles behind him so badly! But at this point, I was afraid it would lead to him running away from me again.
We got dressed and headed out. "Are you here by car?" "No, I live nearby." "Come, then." I had no intention of going to the house he resides in with Karl. I opened the door and waited for him to step in. "Where are we going?" "Eat." "Where?" "Just come, Kyle. I promise I won't pounce on you if you don't want me to." "Promise?" "Pinky swear, baby, just come." He chuckled again and sat next to me. We spent the drive talking about his progress and how he even started climbing. It was nice. I had fun being around him, to be honest.
"Where are we?" "Come." "This is your house?" "Yeah." "Why are we going into your house?" "You wanted to eat." "You cooking?" "Sure." "You can cook?" "I have lived on my own since my twenties. Of course, I can cook." "Damn." "Who cooks at yours?" "Karl, and before that, take out." "Is he good?" "Karl? At cooking?" "Yeah." "Yeah, he's great," he had this bitter tone while saying that. "Then what's wrong?" "Nothing." "Right... What do you want to eat?" "I don't care. I'll eat pretty much anything."
I washed my hands and looked in the fridge. Then, I took out things to chop and headed for the board. "Do you need a hand?" "Sure, wash your hands, and you can chop anything you see here. Knives are there." I pulled a board for him next to me.
We spent a couple of minutes talking about everything and nothing when Kyle's hand slipped, and he dropped the metal bowl. "Shit, sorry!" I smiled. "That's ok. I am just glad it wasn't glass." "Fuck! Sorry, it's everywhere." "Don't stress it, man. Let's pick it up. We can just wash it."
We were on all fours picking up chopped pieces of vegetables from all over the kitchen, and I couldn't help but grin at how seriously he was taking that. "Why are you laughing at me?" "You look so serious; you look like the queen is about to enter or something." I tried to make a face as he had, and he also started laughing. "Did you have a strict mom or something?" "Nah... it's Karl. He gets berserk over stuff like this." "I know what you mean." "You do?" "Damn, you should see him if we didn't wipe a ring of coffee next to the sink at work." "Yeah, I know!" "Fuck, and he had this thing he said each time you get there and do it just to shut him up! I remember I tried my best not to punch him every time!" "You see? Was it that painful?" he said in a theatrical voice. "Fuck, just hearing that is making me mad!" "I have it like five times a day!" "Welcome to my old world, brave traveler." He laughed again.
We washed it and finished cooking together. It was a nice change from my usual lone ritual. We talked more about Karl, and Kyle told me about their morning fight. I was livid just hearing about it, but I was heavily biased since I hate Karl and refuse to look at him from any other perspective. This time I suppose Kyle needed just that. Just to be able to vent.
We ate while talking, and then I showed him around. He was relaxed and loved my place, but when we got to the basement, he was like a little kid bouncing from place to place, chanting about what I did there, and even things that were far from done were exciting for him. I just looked at him and enjoyed the view. He was beyond himself when I showed him where I wanted to make the boulder. So yeah, it's my wet dream, this basement, and seemingly I am not the only one.
"How long do you think will take?" "I am doing it all alone, so it will take some time." "Why by yourself?" "Why not? I have the time, and most people have jobs or families. A friend owns a gym, and he gave me good contacts where I can get equipment; the rest is fun. I love working with wood." "Aren't some things hard to do for one person?" "I suppose I will call a few friends for some things." "Don't you have like a best friend to come help over the weekend?" "Fucked most of the guys I know, and those few that stayed after that are good friends. But I don't know if I have like best buddy as people do in movies," I smirked at him. "I suppose that's one downside of being gay?" "Why? I think it's great." "Yeah, but who do you call when you feel down?" "Usually some guy," I winked at him. "So, with whom do you go somewhere to talk about stuff that bothers you?" "Do people still do that after a certain age?" "Some fortunate ones." "Do you have someone for things like that?" "I used to, but now I am marrying him." "I would say congratulations, but given that it's Karl, it's hard to imagine." "I told you, he really is great." "Sure." "So, you are then living a dream, marrying your best friend. Most people wish for that." "Even you?" "I don't know."
"I could help you if you want." "What do you mean?" "I don't work at the moment, and it's crazy staying at home. And honestly, job hunting is giving me a headache now. I never did any of this, but if you'd be patient with me as you were when we were cooking, I could be some help. "You don't help Karl cook?" He laughed. "You joking? There is not a single thing I can do good enough in cleaning or cooking, according to him." "Why are you then marrying him?" "Life is not about just that. Plus is convenient to have my meals cooked and my space cleaned for me. He is really caring, cute, and hot." he winked at me, but I just cringed. "He is definitely not hot!" "He is for me!" "Am I hot for you?" "You are the dangerous kind of hot. The one I used to be, so I am not intimidated, Ross," he assured me.
"So you want to come here daily to help me build this?" "I can come sometimes. I still need to send some CVs and go to interviews occasionally." "You've been pretty much running away from me these past weeks, Kyle." "Cos you've been pretty much pouncing on me all the time." "That still hasn't changed." "You toned it down quite a bit. And I think we both could use a buddy. I miss having one. Furthermore, we are both tops, which would make this easier." "How?" "None of us wishes to be the pussy, so that could keep us in check." "The way you said it just made me hard." "Good, then there will be this tension. But, I must say I like it." "When we are being so frank, will we be sucking each other off?" "I don't do that much." "I remember one time very well." "That was something surprising even for me. And I don't think that would happen again." "How can you be sure?" "I can't, but I am positive you are not getting anywhere near my hole, bro." "You mean your pussy?" "I mean, it will never be one." I was seriously turned on now. And I could see Kyle was too. If we were closer, I would grab him, but I was worried that he would sober up from this daze we created by the time I'd crossed that distance between us. He smiled at me and turned, trying to regain his composure. The moment was gone again. I thought about his proposal. I could use a hand here, and honestly, I could use a buddy. Maybe he was right. No harm in trying.
"Ok, if you are up for it, come by any time. Do you have my number?" "You know I do," he smiled gently. "Then use it when you want to come." "Good." "Good."
This is my new ongoing story. It will be mainly a vanilla romance. As with most of my stories, there will be a lot of rough and loving sex scenes and deeper plot twists than one expects ;) Be warned. Two alpha tops become friends, and both try to top the other. Let's see how that will go :)
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