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Chapter 7-What Came After
Pugsley hit the ground running as Jase dropped him and peeled off his shirt. As he walked up, he flicked the shirt playfully at Eric, who held up both hands to fend him off.
"What's up?"
His simple question could not be simply answered, and the silence became prolonged. I coughed, while Eric turned away again to stare across the bay.
Jase put a hand on my shoulder. "Um, ok then, I'll just be over here working out." I watched his back as he walked away.
Eric looked up gratefully, the redness around his eyes fading back into his tan.
"Thanks," he said.
I sighed. "Eric. . ."
"No, it's ok, I said more than I should have. I don't know what I was hoping for, but it feels good to have it out in the open, at least."
I suddenly realized what a mature young man he was. In the space of fifteen minutes, he had admitted to being our prowler, had confessed what seemed like sincere love for me, and had apparently put the hurt of my rejection behind him. I just didn't know what to say. I gave it a try anyway.
"No harm done, I think."
He punched my arm lightly, and like the sun coming out from behind a cloud, his smile reappeared. It was devastating and left you fighting the urge to eat out of his hand.
"I'll be ok, just, well-about Jase. Are you going to tell him?" He looked over where Jase was grunting in concentration as he did bench presses.
"I don't know, exactly-are you asking me not to tell him?"
"I wouldn't do that, but I don't want him to hurt me, either. He's a lot bigger than me."
I laughed. "Well, I don't think I'll be running right over to tell him, although it might come up someday."
"Thanks again, Zach-I do really love you, you know."
"Alright, alright, go home now." I rolled my eyes in mock despair. "My cup runneth over at the moment."
Pugsley was rubbing against my ankles, and I bent down to stroke his head. Eric snorted as he walked away, waving a goodbye to Jase, who had begun to do sit-ups.
I picked up the Beast and went over to Jase.
"Nice abs."
"Thanks, I try to keep myself in shape for my boyfriends."
I set Pugsley on the swing, then pounced on Jase, straddling his chest and pinning his arms down with my knees before the smirk was gone from his face. I could feel the heat from his body as he struggled underneath me.
"Let's see now, how many `boyfriends' would that be?" I knew better than anybody how ticklish Jase could be and began to poke him, digging into first one rib, then another while he twisted and giggled helplessly.
"Is it one?" I tweaked his nose.
"Two?" I reached behind me and found the family jewels right where I left them.
"Maybe three, then?" I left off tormenting him, and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"Better be none, or I might really get angry."
I tapped him on the forehead with my finger, then stood up while he massaged some feeling back into his biceps.
"I let you win." He smiled and flexed his arms. I looked down at my pants, which had absorbed more sweat than I wanted, then sat with a sigh onto the swing next to Pugsley, who rolled onto his back so I could scratch his tummy.
I petted Pugsley and watched Jase's muscles arm muscles expand and contract with each push-up . The breeze from the bay carried a hint of coolness, and on the horizon I could see the afternoon thunderheads in full swing, punctuated by an occasional flash of lightning.
Jase finished his last set and joined me on the swing, pushing Pugsley off to the side. He put a sweaty arm around me and his scent was everywhere at once. We rocked in silence as he cooled off, then eventually got up and walked hand in hand back to our room to shower.
The bathroom was filled with steam by the time I got there; Jase had started without me, and I hurried to strip off my pants and underwear so I could join him before we ran out of hot water. I felt myself stir, and peeked around the curtain to watch him as he soaped and scrubbed himself.
"Boo!" Jase jumped, then wiped the water from the face with one hand.
"Come in babe, the water's fine." I stepped into the tub and fitted myself to his back, my erection settling into the crease between his cheeks.
"Someone's happy to see me," he observed.
"Oh, maybe just a little." I turned him around, then got on my knees to take him into my mouth. He rubbed his nipples and leaned back into the spray, while I worked a finger into him and massaged his prostate in time to the bobbing of my head.
"Aaugh, ok, ok-I don't want to come just yet." I pulled off of him and looked up, getting a face full of water in the process. My right hand kept up its pace stroking myself, but Jase pulled me back up to his level, switching my hand for his own.
As he tugged, he positioned us so that I got to stand under the shower and then he pivoted me so I faced away. He gently stroked my backside, then knelt and traced the bottom of my spine with his tongue. I spread my legs wide and felt as he spread my cheeks and began to work in earnest. He jacked me slowly, working his tongue in and out and all around so that I began to stand up on my toes as my orgasm approached.
"Aahh," I bit down on my forearm to stifle a yell as I came against the shower wall, my sperm running down the tiles to mix with the water cascading from my front and swirling at last down the drain. I let my head hang and watched it go.
Looking down, I saw Jase spurt between my legs and across one foot. It was warm, though no different than the water from the showerhead and I swished my foot around in an attempt to wash it off. It refused, clinging stubbornly to the patch of hair on the top of my foot and I was forced to use the other foot to scrub it away. Jase stood up and hugged me, rocking us back and forth, and we finished our shower in silence.
We lay in bed, watching TV and turned off the light when our favorite show ended. As I snuggled up to Jase, he stroked the top of my head then kissed it lightly.
"Eric's sweet on you, isn't he?" he said.