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If You Could Read My Mind
A week after the last ice storm warmer weather is finally breaking and the snow is rapidly melting. Now that things have blown over with Brooke and the largest scare in his new life is behind him, Neville is focusing on the basics as he planned. When he's not at school or work he spends his time getting ahead in his school courses. Textbooks are simple and void of emotion, something Neville has a new respect for.
Working out and playing shinny suddenly cause a voracious appetite in him that he hasn't known since living on the farm. He's known hunger every day since he left home, but this hunger is not satisfied with his usual food. He's now up to two cheese sandwiches a day for lunch on top of a fruit cup. Dinners at home now consist of a cold can of soup with crackers as usual, with the new addition of tuna from a can.
As much as he dislikes milk, nothing seems to satiate his demanding stomach as much as a carton of chocolate milk. Knowing Bailey drinks them with no regard for inventory control, Neville decides to slowly but steadily start stealing enough from work to drink at least on a day. On top of worrying about getting caught stealing, he worries about how quickly he'll burn through his bank account now that he's woken his metabolism.
The thing his mind wanders to most about his old hide out is what he now thinks of as his pervert screens. He misses watching the unique male interactions only found within a dressing room, and of course seeing guys strip down to nothing, or nearly nothing. Albeit perverted and criminal, he likened it to his only form of television; catching up with the teams from week to week. Over the nearly two years he's known about the screens he's only risked playing with himself a handful of times while peeping, and only went all the way a couple times. In reality there are always weeks between him actually jerking off, almost never while watching, but the many stored images in his mind are great fodder when showering in the wee hours of the morning. Now without his peep shows he finds his sexual frustration is close to boiling over. He also finds himself too tired at first to do anything about it as the week progresses, and when he does have the energy he privately vows to save himself for Bailey.
As Neville shuts himself off from all other distractions he repeatedly rebuffs Bailey's cute plays for attention. Limited to seeing each other just at school or work for the whole week, Bailey makes sure to corner Neville often at work for a quick kiss, or a hug and kiss. He also pleads endlessly with Neville to spend another night with him, or for Neville to have him over for a night. Neville constantly brushes it off, simply offering that one's not going to ever happen and the other will be a surprise.
Come Sunday evening, another week is in the books as Neville walks back from the truck stop again. The word on Crystal is that she has some spotty vision that has cleared up now that she is back on board with eating right. Provided she tests fine, her doctor will lift the restriction on her driver's licence in four more weeks.
Pleased with the news, this time it only takes Neville half an hour more than it would in the summer to walk back from the truck stop, due in large part to the melting snow. This week he only has one destination in mind as he makes his way back. Sunday nights are his free night from the arena, so after a week in his new abode, Neville intends to surprise Bailey again.
He climbs the fire escape and stares in through his boyfriend's window. The only light in the room are a couple candles, a computer monitor, and a New York Rangers hockey game on TSN. In the light that there is, it's clear that Bailey is not in the room. Neville makes as little noise as possible as he opens the door and lets himself in. He leaves his coat over the doorknob and slips his new pair of Wal-Mart shoes on a towel beside the door, behind a large plant.
He thinks about leaving a trail of clothes from the door to the bed for Bailey to find. He weighs that against someone other than Bailey finding it. He then thinks about hiding on the floor on the other side of the bed but realizes that his feet will be visible because he's too tall. In the end he decides to change into another pair of shorts and shirt from Bailey's drawers and hop right into bed. He's fast asleep within minutes.
Some time later Bailey returns from the treadmill in the next room, waking Neville in the process. It takes him a few seconds to realize his boyfriend is in his bed. He hops onto his bed on hands and knees and kisses Neville. Through a big smile he whispers, "I've been hoping you'd do this again all week!"
`What, break in like Goldilocks and try out your bed, again?' Neville thinks to himself as he smiles back at Bailey before answering, "And like I said all week, I'd surprise you. You're looking all hot and sexy!"
"Shhh, keep it down," Bailey indicates before adding, "Where you see hot and sexy, I see sweaty and gross. You stay here, I'm gonna take a quick shower."
Before nodding off again Neville thinks, `By quick shower I guess you meant half an hour? The water stopped a while ago, what are you doing, preening yourself for me? You're going to come back made up all perfect in your eyes when you were damn-near perfect in my eyes just off the treadmill!'
Bailey's nervous about changing in front of Neville but in his haste to get cleaned up he forgot to take anything with him to change into. After his shower he heads downstairs with a towel wrapped around his waist to see if there is any laundry he can change into. Cursing his mother or the girls for always being on top of putting everything away, he heads back up to his room.
Thanks to many coats of paint over the years, the door makes a slight binding noise as Bailey opens it. It instantly wakes Neville again, but this time he keeps his eyes closed to see just what Bailey will do. Wasting no time, Bailey finds a pair of jogging pants in his drawers and steps into them. He throws on a plain white undershirt before tossing the towel on the floor and turning to face Neville. Closing his eyes just in time to not get caught peeping, Neville still looks to be asleep as Bailey turns off the computer and television. Bailey pauses when he reaches one of the passion fruit candles he has lit and decides to let them burn for a while yet.
As soon as Bailey slips into bed Neville pounces on him. Their hands start roaming as their lips are pressed together. When the tongue action starts getting intense Bailey breaks the lip-lock to remove Neville's shirt. Returning to the kiss, it's not long before Bailey's tongue starts going for the erogenous zones he thinks his hands discovered the first night in front of the fire place. Neville's thoughts are scattered between how good it feels and what he's been missing out on all this time. Bailey's thoughts are about his success in making Neville feel good, and hoping Neville gets the idea and starts doing the same to him.
Neville doesn't reciprocate at first so Bailey stops and guides his inexperienced boyfriend's mouth to his neck and earlobes. That does the trick and Neville takes over with zeal. Once he removes Bailey's top, Neville starts roaming the exposed body with his hands. After going back and forth a few times Neville can no longer resist the urge and grabs for the object he's pretended to not feel the many times he's bumped it. This time as he slips Bailey's pants down to his knees he doesn't let up, he keeps pleasuring Bailey. It's not long before Bailey lets his seed loose once he relaxes enough to enjoy Neville's handiwork.
Mesmerised by the splatter on Bailey's torso, Neville jumps a little when he feels a hand slip beneath his own waistband. With his shorts completely removed and Bailey going to town on his stiff member, he still can't take his eyes off Bailey's load.
Bailey asks, "Wanna try it?"
"Try what?"
"Nevermind."
"Oh, you mean your jizz?"
"Yeah."
"Uh, no thanks," Neville answers, even as the thought does excite him, `why does that get me hornier, and why do I want to try it?'
His thoughts are immediately cut short as he instinctively lifts his hips, "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Ungh!"
As Neville continues to unload, Bailey covers the head of the spewing penis with his hand to shield the room from its spray. He comments, "Holy shit, that's quite the fire hose there Nev!"
When his body stops convulsing Neville answers, "Uh, thanks. I kinda like it, and I'm sure glad you do too! That was the most amazing feeling ever! You are so awesome!"
Neville discovers as they kiss again that one of them managed to get Bailey's face. Tasting it for the first time, Neville is still equally disgusted and excited. He's also tired, falling asleep momentarily, but pleased that he hasn't passed out while yet shooting either time with Bailey. As Neville rests, Bailey sacrifices an already messed-up bed sheet and uses it to clean them both off. By the time he tosses it aside Neville is awake again so they both find their bedclothes and dress. Meeting under the fluffy duvet, Neville curls up into a tight ball and Bailey wraps around him.
For the second week in a row when his alarm goes off at 5 am, Neville instantly catches it before it can wake Bailey. Getting up and dressing, he heads to the arena for morning shinny.
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The following Sunday Neville's shift finishes mid-afternoon as he's come to expect. This week he heads home instead of hanging around with Bailey and later going out to the truck stop. He re-reads his copy of The Golden Compass on a hammock in his new bat-cave that he's fashioned out of old webbing for a net. He's happy with his new bed for the most part. Its four feet by three feet and solid now that he's wedged balled up newspaper between the cracks.
Spoiled from Bailey's bed however, he doesn't like two things about it. First, he'd like it to be bigger. Now that he's playing shinny and working out his body needs better rest, and he can't spread out to his full length of 6' 4" any way on it and be comfortable. At least in the hammock he can dangle his legs and stretch out that way. Second, while he likes sexy guys in their hockey equipment and gets a rush of the smell of it all when he's playing, it reeks terribly when there's only three feet of open space, steel and plywood above his bed separating him from a bench full off the funky smell that seeps his way. The hammock gets him out from directly underneath the players and into better reading light while he waits to visit Bailey.
Enjoying the fact that most of the snow is now melted away, Neville times his late night visit this week so that he gets to Bailey's a little earlier. He wants to have another good half hour's rest in bed while Bailey works out on the treadmill. He sneaks a peak through the tiled window into Bailey's room and sees that his boyfriend is still doing his homework. Instead of sleeping in the inviting bed over the course of the next half hour, he checks on Bailey at least another twenty times.
Its closer to 45 minutes later when Bailey finally stands up and stretches, having heard movement out on his fire escape. Making sure to give a good show for his peeping tom, knowing it's Neville, Bailey seductively strips to his underwear. He throws on a pair of shorts merely for show. Heading to the bathroom down the hall, he leaves the door open so he can hear Neville sneak in.
Returning from brushing his teeth, Bailey quietly surmises, "So, I take it this is going to be a Sunday thing because you do the late work at the arena every other night?"
"Uh, yeah. I was hoping it wasn't that obvious," Neville agrees in an equally hushed voice, "You going to workout finally?"
"Why, don't want me in bed with you?" Bailey questions.
"Well I sure don't come for the bad hospitality and service. Not even a free smile today! Where's your manager, I want to complain," Neville teases.
"I think you got exceptional service last time," Bailey says in mock anger. He's been smiling since he heard Neville sneaking around outside so he suggestively grabs his ass, "But if you want to complain, be my guest. The complaint box is right here!"
Neville nods his head, "Yeah, I did get great service last time, didn't I? So, no treadmill tonight?"
"Nope. Planned on working out with you instead. Why? You think I need the treadmill?"
"No. Is that why you use it?"
"Well, I mean yeah. I have to do something if you're working out with Josh. If he ever decides to let you have your way with him I need to look a heck of a lot better than this if I'm gonna keep you. Plus, that thing was a bitch to get up all the stairs."
"You carried it up all the stairs so that's why you use it?"
"No."
"I thought I heard you guys had movers."
"Well, the movers carried it up here. Who cares about the treadmill, it's not the point. I was hoping you'd like, maybe tell me you wouldn't leave me for Josh."
"Josh who?"
"Yeah right, the one you drool over, maybe?"
"Nah, he's good looking and all, but he's no you."
"Don't bother. It's okay, I get it."
"Know what I wish you had?"
"Josh's six pack? His chest? OH! Yeah, he does look pretty hung."
"No, dufus! I can tell you you're every bit as big as him, uh, now that I've ah, changed with him," Neville says from having peeped on Josh for two years, scrambling to cover up why he knows, "His junk just gets pushed out front and centre more because he has thick thighs. Anyhow, as I was going to say, I wish you had a mirror over your bed so that I could watch your sweet ass work when you fuck my brains out."
"Really? You like my ass?"
Sliding Bailey's shorts down and massaging Bailey's ass, Neville explains, "I absolutely love your complaint box! It made me so mad at you the first day I saw you. Cute face, great clothes, nice smile. Then you said something and turned around to sit, giving me an awesome view. I was all like, I hate you and your amazingly perfect ass."
"I have a camera that hooks up to the computer, we could tape our first time and you can watch my ass at work. You seem pretty sure that you want me to bone you! When we get to that, that is."
"Uh, yeah. I'm fairly certain when we get to it that I want to feel you inside me. If you want, of course."
"I want!"
"Good, because I think about it all the time."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Probably a thousand times this week alone. As for the taping our first time thing, let me think about it."
"Forget I said it."
"Oh, and just for your info; when I see you naked, your whole body is awesome, not just your dick. It's way better than my bag of bones. Gets me hard, for sure. And I'm serious, even when you have clothes on your body gets me hard. Right up until we make eye contact. Then you make my heart jump too."
"I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. And I think you're sexy too. If you ever fill out you'll be a knockout and look for someone better than me!"
"Bailey my boy, you're so wrong on that. If you were gay and a jerk, I'd still get hard over you. But you're not a jerk and...I don't even know what I'm trying to say. You rock my cock. I'm just going to shut up now."
"I know what you mean! What I said is not what I meant. Sometimes it's hard to talk to you because I can't think straight and then weird things happen and I end up having to yank a foot out of my mouth. Sometimes two feet."
"I know, it's way cute and makes me feel better. Then I don't feel like the only dolt that can't speak properly."
"I still have the hottest boyfriend in town."
"Well, I could go on about how much better you are than me and that I'm not going to leave you for another guy, but I'm pretty sure it's about time you to shut me up with this," Neville says, taking a firm hold of Bailey's penis.
"For real?"
Not responding lest he lose his nerve, Neville spreads Bailey's thighs.
Bodily fluids make Neville squeamish, no matter who they come from. Being horny is the only thing that gets him past it. This however is different. He's nervous about taking his boyfriend into his mouth, but it's mostly excitement and very little apprehension. What trepidation he feels isn't due to disgust at all; instead it's fear of getting laughed at for being horrible at it. For years he's been okay with the notion that he'd really wants to suck cock. Bailey's is clean and definitely not disappointing is shape or size.
To ward off feelings of inadequacy while he's at it, he's coached himself enough that when the first time comes to think about himself and not his partner. Think about what he wants to do and how he wants to do it. There's only one first for everything and this will be his first time filling his mouth with another man's penis. This is about him discovering the pleasures of giving a blow job.
Grabbing Bailey's rigid penis, Neville bends down to kiss its tip. Inhaling to get the smell of sex into his nostrils, he kisses the top from tip to base and then the bottom also from tip to base. This is where the smell is his boyfriend is faint above the soap. This is where he smells sex. The discovery makes his own erection twitch and leak.
Looking up he can tell Bailey's eyes are closed in anticipation. Returning his lips to the tip, he purses them in a kiss and slowly presses forward until they are spread apart. With the head in his mouth he reached to it with his tongue. Bailey makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. Neville takes the reaction to be a good one. Slowly he gathers more length into his mouth as he continues to attack the invading object with his overactive tongue.
He doesn't know that his teeth are causing discomfort. At first he takes Bailey's whimpers to be a good thing. As the ouch's and ah's start coming more often he rethinks his effectiveness. When he gets hands on his head to guide him instead of playing with his hair like Bailey's prone to do, Neville knows he's not doing too well. He looks to Bailey's eyes for confirmation of his ineptitude or encouragement to continue.
After a brief time looking up to Bailey's eyes he abruptly ends his first attempt at orally satisfying another man. Not sure what he's reading he stops, "I'm sorry. I guess I kinda suck at this."
Bailey lies easily, "No, you were doing great."
"For real?"
"For real!"
"Awesome," Neville exclaims.
"I don't know how good I am giving head, but let me show you how good it feels," Bailey offers as he stops Neville from reaching back in to continue. Changing positions, he intends to service his boyfriend's erection and fill his mind with a few things that he and Jeremy used to do.
Neville's happy that Bailey takes the lead. He knows what he wants to try, but feels unsure and uncoordinated. When the boys dress and go to sleep hours later another plateau has been smashed and a new milestone set between them. At the same time, it turns Neville's stomach more and more that he's leading Bailey on towards something he doesn't see working out.
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In the few weeks since their relationship turned serious, as Neville uses his free time to study in order to pull his grades from the mid 90's back up to the high 90's, Bailey silently stresses about his upcoming meeting with the judge. He stresses almost as much as Neville still frets over his slip-up with Brooke. Finally the appointment rolls around on a Thursday. Jonas and Cathy close the diner for the afternoon to take Bailey over to the courthouse.
Bailey nerves are close to panic-attack level when he enters the judge's chambers. As he was pre-warned, he's given community service as punishment and has to be home by 9 pm every day for the next six months. To meet the number of hours of community service he's given, he has to work all summer long as a park supervisor at a nearby park, from 11 until 2 on odd numbered weekdays. What he sees as even worse though, on even numbered weekdays all summer long he has to work the same hours at the park right next to his school. He can just see his social status drop from okay-new-guy to loser if anyone from school sees him planning and supervising stupid games and activities for kids.
For the remaining 50 hours of the 200 hours he's sentenced to, he's asked whether he wants to spend 5 hours a day for the 10 Saturdays of his summer vacation working at the Salvation Army or doing laundry and garbage duty at the civic hospital. The thought of bodily fluids and more make him want to faint so he begs to cook at the Salvation Army. The judge decides that creative cooking is what got him into this mess, so hospital duty it is.
Now that he has his punishment he's happy Neville and he aren't spending much time together aside from Sunday nights. He figures it will make it easier when Neville decides to break up with him upon hearing the whole story. He's so convinced that Neville will drop him that he starts mourning the break-up in advance of it happening. On the bright side, if they miraculously stay together, the Sunday night secret hook-ups will work out perfectly.
Come Saturday afternoon, not only Bailey's family knows he's depressed. Josh can see it too. Not that he hugely cares, Josh broaches the subject when Bailey joins him outside for a smoke break, "What's Nev done to you now? He's pushing you away now too isn't he? Don't feel bad, it's how he is. I know he loves you, but the guy won't let himself be loved."
"No, it's not him. It's me. I have to tell him something and he's not going to like me much after it," Bailey laments.
Josh lights a second cigarette, "Whoa. You breaking up with him or did you cheat on him?"
Bailey shakes his head, "Other than him and me, how many other gay guys do you really know of here? Zero? Ya, me too. I mean, it's not exactly like Toronto or San Francisco or Sydney here. So, no, I didn't cheat on him and I don't want to break up with him. But he's so morally grounded, when he hears what I have to tell him, he's going to hate me."
"Try me first then. I haven't told anyone about you two lovebirds, and I haven't told anyone any of Nev's secrets," Josh suggests.
"Nev's secrets? He's told you secrets? I knew he didn't think I'm good enough for him," Bailey whines.
Josh peaks his head inside, looking to see if there are any new chits for food to be made. He's hoping for an excuse to bail. Seeing nothing hanging, he turns back to Bailey, "Nah, he loves you man. So much that he didn't deny it when I brought it up. Trust me, when you get to know all there is about that guy, you'll see just how forgiving he is. And when you understand him, fucking explain him to me please! So, what'd you do, or do I even want to know?"
"Well, you'll find out sooner or later anyways," Bailey states and then gives a very vague explanation of what he did, why his family sold everything and moved, and his sentence to community service.
Expecting Josh to say something supportive, Bailey's a little shocked when he gets a more calculating response, "So then, like if can I pick up the slack for some of your hours here, are you guys going to hire another cook? My friend Ronnie is graduating this year and he needs a job to save up money for trade school."
"Oh, I don't know," Bailey answers as they head back inside.
"I was just wondering because I heard your dad talking about a daytime cook so that he doesn't have to work seven days a week."
"I'm not sure," Bailey says, honestly not knowing.
"Well if you are, let me know before you post for it. I'll bring him by, you've got to meet him. He's a good guy, not like some of my friends. He was a cook and then made his way up to supervisor at McDonald's before they cut back all the high school kids hours to give them to the adults that have mortgages and stuff to pay."
"If he was so good, how'd Kelsey keep her job and not him then," Bailey questions.
"She has a nice smile and he doesn't," Josh says, closing his eyes and smiling as he punctuates the word smile by tracing a cleavage line on himself and caressing imaginary breasts.
Bailey casts a questioning look, "For real?"
"No man. Her aunt's a manager there. Fucking nepotism," Josh reveals.
Bailey mentally kicks himself for being so gullible, "And your friend, he's looking to work for a year before he goes to school?"
"At least a year. I'm sure he'd stay on part time after that too," Josh suggests, trying to sell his friend on Bailey.
"Maybe you should call Ronnie and have him come by today if he can to talk to my dad," Bailey reasons.
Josh asks, "Then can I use the phone right now?"
"Yup. Then you can tell me every secret you know about Neville. I know; I'm obsessed. Just don't tell my parents how bad I have it for him or they'll likely sell this place too and open up a canteen in some northern Labrador outpost," Bailey confesses.
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The next night Neville slips into Bailey's room while he's on the treadmill in the next room. Rummaging through the dressers, he comes up with a shirt and shorts as usual. He's in bed when Bailey returns from the treadmill in the next room, "Looking sexy!"
"You too," Bailey can't help but smile. He turns to go to the shower, "Give me five minutes."
Instinctively Neville knows Bailey's mood is sour, `Wow, looks like someone peed in his cornflakes this morning. I guess this is it. He's going to do the break up for me. Why? Maybe we've already become too routine for his liking? Maybe if he finds me naked to start things off he'll cheer up. Yeah, let's get these clothes off me. Oh crap? Do I smell? Where's his deodorant? Should I use his cologne too? Hmm, what's this one smell like? Oh, that's nice too. Maybe I'll use this one down there, and that one on my neck. Damn, now I reek. Is he coming back already? Quick, lets see. Shirt here, yeah, that's good. Shorts here, yeah, he'll see this and hopefully it will be enough to excite him. Well hello there buddy! Being naked in his bed definitely excites me. Don't break up with me Bailey? You may not need me, but I need you badly in my life. If I beg, maybe we can still be friends?'
When Bailey returns after a very quick shower Neville sits up in bed, "Hey. I know it's not spontaneous or anything but if it helps, I live for this time all week long. Especially after last week!"
"That's cool. You picked out my bed clothes? You're sweet," Bailey says in a sombre tone when he spots the clothes on the bed beside Neville.
Neville slides the sheets down to his waist, revealing that he isn't wearing anything, "Nope. I mean, I guess we can wrestle later to see who wears that, but I figured you don't need to dress for bed just yet. Unless you don't want me naked in your bed."
"I'm really not picky where I get you naked. In my bed sure works for the moment unless you can think of something better," Bailey says as he tosses the clothing aside and slides under the sheets.
"This works just fine," Neville says before grabbing at Bailey's crotch.
"Yes it does," Bailey agrees before grabbing for Neville's crotch, "I believe this does too!"
"I don't know. I think it may only respond to your touch from now on," Neville suggests.
Bailey questions, "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. But only if I get to return the favour," Neville suggestively replies.
Bailey wants to get carried away and forget his worries, but can't, "Stop! At least you're naked right now, it'll give me a few more words before you walk out the door."
Neville's heart sinks, "What are you talking about?"
"After I tell you what I have to say you're going to want to break up so I'll get that out of the way first," Bailey ways and pulls away, "Now do you want to know why?"
Neville blinks repeatedly to hold back tears, "You're breaking up with me? Why? Yes, I want to know why! What did I do? What didn't I do?"
Bailey looks into his balled-up fists in his lap rather than into the eyes of the guy he truly loves, "It's not you, it's me. I know that sounds cheap and practiced. Nev; I fucked up and I haven't been honest with you."
Neville chest is pounding and he can feel the corners of his eyes filling with tears.
"You probably have a million plans for the summer, things we could do and places we can go and shit. I can't do any of that with you because I fucked up big time last fall and I just got my sentence from a judge on Thursday. So I'm a criminal and you deserve someone better than me. Someone who you can spend time with."
Neville forcefully grabs Bailey's hand and squeezes it between his own, "But I don't want anyone else. I want you. You can't do this to me. I've risked everything. I love you!"
"Well now you can hate me. I tried to tell you before but you always shush me. Now I know what my sentence is and you're not going to want to wait for me."
"You're going to jail?"
"No."
Then what?"
"Community service and a curfew."
"Good one! That's not even funny," Neville says with a nervous laugh as he wipes his eyes.
"Good one what? I know it's not funny. I'm not trying to be funny. I'm totally serious. What's not funny?"
"That we have to break up. You're a total ass-hat for yanking my chain like that but I still love you."
"I have community service every day this summer except for Sundays, which I'll have to be here working. And I have to be at home by 9 for the next six months."
"And school is a five day a week commitment and you go curling on Sundays. You work at least five days a week on top of that and we still manage to not only get together but have started fucking around. I don't give a shit about the summer, I'm not going anywhere! I love you and if you want to break up with me I'm not letting you!"
"You love me?" Bailey asks, helping wipe Neville's tears.
"Yes."
"Like, really love me? Like, you're not just saying it?"
Through tears Neville means every word, "I fucking love you. You mean the whole world to me. You have no idea what I've risked because I love you so much."
Bailey feels his own eyes get misty, "Well good, because I love you too."
While holding each other, crying themselves out turns into a steamy make out session. From there things get progressively steamier until they 69 and release into each other's mouths.
"Mmm. Pineapple. You always taste like pineapple," Bailey reveals.
"Uh, you taste like you," Neville says to Bailey's laugh, "I don't know what else to say. I eat pineapple fruit cups with the little mandarin oranges every day and you definitely don't taste like them."
Bailey kisses him, trying to force any leftover remnants in his mouth back to Neville before pulling away, "See?"
"Sort of. That's crazy!"
"I know, you're like my little pineapple, but creamier!"
"I still don't know how I feel about the whole swallowing thing, let's not talk about it," Neville says, his stomach starting to churn at the thought, `Well, that's mind over matter for you! Think of something else, quick. He's still got a boner. No, something else. Pancakes. Light fluffy pancakes. Yummy fluffy pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup. Sweet maple syrup. Is he dripping more pre-cum? Eww, cum in my tummy. Wait, what did he mean by me always tasting like pineapple anyways? What, like both times? Hey, help me out here and get my mind off your stuff would ya, Bailey? Damn, he looks so good from this view! Screw it; Round two, here we come!'
"I would have really missed that. Thanks for sticking by me," Bailey says afterwards, "I mean, not that I wouldn't miss you. I'd miss you more than your cock or your blowjobs. Way, way more than just the sex. A little help here?"
"You're too cute. I love you even more for it. And the sex is amazing too, but it's way more awesome because it's with you," Neville states.
Neville's mind clouds over. He's still unaware that he used to think aloud a lot, and that it's stopped for the most part now along with many other recent changes in his life. Still, he doesn't notice that he's actually whispering audibly as he prays, `Dear God, I'm so sorry. I'm going straight to Hell because I'm leading him on even more. He's thrown all his cards on the table and thought I would for sure leave him. I haven't shown him one single ugly wildcard from my hand yet. I love him so much, please God, give Bailey someone better in his life than me.'
Bailey starts straddling Neville when he hears him start whispering. A little worried, a little intrigued, he waits until Neville finishes before he releases his weight onto Neville's hips.
Brought out of his inner thoughts, Neville asks, "Hey, what's the big idea?"
With his legs on each side of Neville's body and his ass and penis on his belly, Bailey grabs Neville's wrists and pins them. His face is a mask, not fully revealing the depths of his new concern. He's sure Neville is unaware he just said anything aloud. He remembers Josh mentioning that Neville has been known to talk to himself. He's disturbed by what he just heard, but doesn't want to draw Neville's attention to the fact that he said it aloud.
Knowing that Neville is just playing along and could probably literally throw him off, Bailey reaches in for a kiss. Breaking the kiss he hesitantly jokes, "I'm not going to wrestle you for the clothes. We can sleep naked for all I care. I mean, actually, I'd kind of like to try that now that I've said it."
"Good idea, I'm in. But go ahead and ask me what you're going to ask," Neville says with a sigh of resignation, picking up on what he thinks Bailey is thinking.
"Oh. Well, I don't want to upset you, sorry," Bailey says, not wanting to push his lover, and also shocked at how attuned Neville is to his thoughts, `Maybe it's projection. Like he's thinking it and that's why he thinks I'm thinking it? Is that what projection is? Damn, he explained projection to me last semester for English, I should remember this. But I am thinking it and he somehow knows it? Did he purposely pray loud enough for me to hear? No, he's done that to me enough, I know that look when he's thinking about something. He doesn't know he spoke aloud.'
Watching Bailey's eyes roll from side to side while he thinks, Neville waits until he sees Bailey focus back on his eyes, "No. Ask me. You deserve so much more than I've given you and if ever one of us were an asshole it's me. I don't want to tell you what you want to know, but I should. And I won't ever tell you unless you ask, so you better start asking because you've been so amazing with me and you deserve to know."
"Never mind. When you put it that way, I don't want to pry," Bailey says, getting off of Neville.
Neville manhandles Bailey back on top of him, "No. Ask."
"Fine. You're a complete mystery to me. I want to know what you've gone through, but only when you're ready. I'd ask why you live with your uncle, but I think that's one of the bigger secrets you keep, so let's start small. But I don't know what's big and what's small, so all I can think of is you and me. Is it okay to ask if you being gay has anything to do with why not living with your parents? I mean I guess not because you visit your mom on Sundays. Wait, we've been sleeping together for four weeks now. Is everything okay?"
Neville decides to be honest. He can't help it that his nature had become one of omitting important details while telling the truth, "Well, first off, Crystal has diabetes. So, uh, not that you're a consolation prize or anything; to me you're a grand prize, but I only ever get to see her once a week. And yeah, for the four Sunday's I've visited you, she hasn't done her weekly run down here because she had a complication with her health. She doesn't take care of herself and she worries me terribly. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her."
"You always call her Crystal, is she your mom?"
Neville's trapped by his own rule of not lying anymore. He answers the direct question with a direct answer, "No. She's not my mother."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Really? No."
"Does it get to close to the whole why-you-don't-live-with-your-parents thing?"
"Way to close."
"Okay. So, who is Crystal then?"
Neville wrings his hands, "She's a trucker, obviously. I've known her for a while. Other than your family and Josh, I guess, she's the only person that really cares if I'm alive or not. Well, sort of Mrs. MacLeod too, and Mr. And Mrs. O'Keefe, but not nearly as much as Crystal and you. So Crystal's been my Angel on earth since I've known her."
"Thank you," Bailey says and punctuates with a kiss.
"For what?"
"For opening the door a crack. If I'm your Sunshine, you have to let me in!"
"It's dark inside my heart, just be warned."
"I know you think so, but I see the warm glow that escapes it."
"You are my Sunshine."
"Are we settled on that then? Pancakes and Sunshine?"
"Megan called me Pancakes, you have to come up with something better," Neville reasons.
Bailey laughs, "What, like Princess?"
Neville protests, "That's what you heard. I called you Precious if you want to be specific. The way it bothered you excited me so much! I just knew because of it that the hot new kid that I was developing a crush on was gay too. You were so mad and I was so happy because I could start figuring out how to make you want me too!"
"I'll pretend you didn't just say you manipulated me!"
"I didn't! You had to like me too in the first place for me to stand a chance!"
"Okay. Check. I also seem to recall when you called me Precious that you referred to my cologne as perfume, and then you sarcastically wished me good luck here. All's I've got to say is now who's wearing my perfume? And two clashing ones at that! Check and mate!"
The banter turns into a kiss, followed by more. Neville is allowing Bailey to mark him once again with a hickey when there's a loud knock at the door.
"Hey homo's, knock it off! Bailey, your parents wanted Brooke to come and gently tell you guys that they know about your Sunday night sexcapades, but it's time for you two to shut up and get some sleep. They didn't want to embarrass you and she felt all awkward, so here I am. I don't do gentle. It's fricken 3 am; put your dicks back in your pants for the night, or wherever else you choose, because we all know Bailey's the bottom-bitch. So yeah, basically what I'm saying is how about you guys just shut the fuck up already and let the rest of us sleep?" Megan shouts through the door.
Taking on a pleasant tone momentarily, she continues, "Oh, by the way, hi Pancakes! Cathy and Jonas are probably still going to let you stay over, but I think they're thinking Friday and Saturday nights. Definitely not school nights. Oh yeah, but only one of the two for now. You guys can iron that out together later. Like some time when you aren't balls deep in their son. I'd also shoot for a time when they're not mad at you, but it's really your call. And hey, while you're boning him, do me a favour? Tell Bailey he's busted for me, will ya?"
Turning back to Brooke at the other end of the hall, she adds, "There! Problem solved folks! Show's over; the stars of the evening are probably wilting from embarrassment. Nothing to see here. Back to bed y'alls."
Bailey kisses Neville, "Goodnight my little pineapple. I love you."
"Goodnight Sunshine. Love you too."
[to be continued]
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