Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Similarities to any persons, both alive and dead are strictly unintentional. This is a story about two boys in love and if this type of story offends you, please do not read it.
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The Champion - Part 2
Cracking my eyes open, the morning sun seared my eyes, forcing me to close them once again. I found myself shivering and realized that I was alone underneath the blanket that Will and I had slept under last night - the night of the championship. What the hell was I thinking last night when I just spilled my guts to him like a lovesick little schoolgirl? I would be lucky if he hadn't woken up and split, leaving me here all by myself.
Even though I didn't want to, I cracked my eyes open and saw Will, standing in the same place we had been standing last night when we had kissed - when Will Bergeron, my best friend and fantasy, had kissed me.
Of course he hadn't left. He was the one who had put our lips together. I may have been buzzed last night, but I still remembered that. We may have lost the championship, but I had gained a champion.
Maybe.
I didn't like that the dark and morose expression that had been on Will's face last night had returned this morning. The alcohol had loosened him up last night, but now the light of day made that expression look like one a lost and frustrated child would have if his parents had told him that he couldn't have something.
"Morning," I said groggily.
"Hey," he said without turning.
"Come here and lie down with me."
"There are some joggers over there," he said pointing to the levee in the distance.
I looked at him like he had kittens crawling out of his ears. "So what!"
"So, they might see us."
"Who gives a rat's ass if they see us?"
Will turned to face me. "Look, Drew, I don't think that we should be seen, you know, doing shit like that."
"Why not?"
"Okay, Drew. . . that wasn't a love tap that I showed you last night. And that was for losing a fucking football game. Can you fucking imagine what he would do if he found out that his son was a. . . a. . ."
My mouth dropped open. "Fag?" I said. "Christ, you can't even fucking say it, can you?"
Will sighed. "Drew, don't make this any harder than it already is."
"Harder!" I shouted. "What the fuck are you trying to say, Will? What the fuck was last night all about?"
"Last night was about honesty, because I don't want any secrets between us. We know how we feel about each other now but that doesn't change the fact that there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe once we're in college - "
"College? Yeah, that'll be great. You're going to LSU and I'm going to Tulane. We'll see each other during Christmas and maybe spring break. Look, I understand you're worried that people won't understand, but . well, nobody has to know. It'll be just you and me and no one else has to know any different."
"I don't know if I have the strength to do that, bud," he replied.
My eyes welled up with tears. They spilled over and began flowing down my face. "Please . Will . you can't take me to the top of the mountain and show me all that I can have, just to throw me back down. Please . please ." It sounded so pitiable, but I just couldn't help it.
He came and knelt down beside me, taking my hand in his. "Tell me what I can do to make things okay?"
I looked him in the eye. "You can tell me you love me and kiss me."
His eyes never left mine. "I do love you, Drew." He leaned in . and kissed me on the cheek.
I chuckled to myself and stood up, nodding my head. "I see - it's okay. Ha . Christ . I can't believe I was crying like a little bitch. How fucking pathetic was that?"
"Drew ."
"I think I want to go home now."
"Drew!"
I started walking to the jeep. "Yep, I really want to go home now."
"Drew, I'm sorry!"
"Join the fucking club, bro," I said climbing into the passenger seat, where I sat and waited.
The ride home was, of course, silent. As soon as I got home, I tore upstairs and ran into my room. I grabbed my acoustic guitar and started strumming. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if maybe I wasn't handsome enough for Will. I thought about it for a second and shook my head. I'm a very handsome guy. Weighing in at 180 and standing 5'10", I was pretty decently built. My hair is a dark chestnut brown that's slightly wavy if I let it get long, but I usually keep it the way that it is now - cut short and combed forward. My face is smooth except for a small patch of hair on my chin that I keep trimmed short. I've been told before that I have bedroom eyes; it kind of looks like I'm squinting all the time - well less extreme than that. I guess you could say that I have Richard Gere eyes. Yeah, I decided that I'm not all that repulsive. Beating the strings helped to calm my nerves, but after two hours of playing nothing but minor chords, I decided to throw on my headphones and listen to somebody else sing depressing songs. As luck would have it, I had mixed a CD for just such a mood. That didn't help all that much either, so I decided to drown out all sound and thought by loading up my Disturbed CD and cranking the volume up to deafening.
That was much better. I even cracked a smile.
Someone tapping me on the shoulder stirred me out of my metal-thrashing daze. I looked up to see my sister standing over me. My sister was almost two years younger than I was, but she was more mature than a lot of people. In fact, she was the only one in my family who knew that I liked playing with boys more than I liked playing with girls.
"Mom wants to know if you're gonna be moping in your room all day about losing the game or if you're going to come down to lunch," she said.
"I told him, Jen."
"Told who - wait - no fucking way! I want ever detail or I swear to God, I will hunt you down!" Jen plopped down on my bed and I relayed the whole story beginning with the game last night.
"That fucking asshole!" she yelled.
From downstairs, I heard my mom bellowing. "Lunch! Come on guys!"
Jen processed mom's screaming and immediately turned back to me. "I tell you what you should do."
I sighed. This should be good. "What?"
"Don't let him see you hurt. Hang out with your friends and be social. If I know men half as well as I think I do, it'll drive him wild to think that the world doesn't revolve around himself."
"Well, what about my birthday party?"
"Invite him, but don't make it seem like you're going out of your way to invite him, and he'll go crazy cause you'll be inviting everyone and it'll look like he's just another face in the crowd."
"I guess anything is worth a shot," I said with exasperation.
"Now let's go eat . I'm starving."
The next week at school, I followed Jen's advice and got really loud and social with my group of friends. I think that Will was a little intimidated by my jolly mood and genial disposition because he shied away from me whenever he saw me.
Good, I thought. Let him feel uncomfortable.
The Tuesday before my party, I consciously approached Will and told him about the party Friday night and that I hoped he would come. Of course, my words were dripping with sarcasm and I think that put him on the defensive.
"Well, I'll see what I can do to be there."
I was trying so damn hard to be mean, but I just couldn't do it staring into those lost puppy dog eyes of his. "Look, it would mean a lot to me if you could be there, okay?"
He smiled. "Okay."
Friday came a lot faster than I thought and I felt thoroughly unprepared for Will's arrival. We hadn't said much to each other after the party invite and, frankly, I didn't think much about it until that night. I wanted to try and salvage the friendship that we had. I still wanted to believe that there might be more, but I resigned myself to the fact that there probably wouldn't be.
About half of the football team and a few others from school showed up. This weekend was my parent's anniversary, as well, and they told me not to let things get too out of control, as they would be staying on the Gulf Coast for the weekend. My sister was sleeping over at a friend's to give me a little privacy. My parties usually didn't get too wild since all I had was one keg of Bud and I made everyone smoke pot in the backyard instead of inside the house.
I usually stayed pretty close to the door in anticipation, but the hour kept getting later and there was still no sign of Will. By the time midnight came along, most of the party had broken up and moved on to other places. I walked the last few people out at about one and started cleaning up.
"He didn't show," I said to myself. "I can't believe he didn't show."
I decided to clean up the rest of the mess tomorrow. It had been a long night and I was drained. Grabbing a bottle of water, I trudged upstairs, tore my clothes off and climbed into bed wearing only my boxer-briefs. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, I began to doze off.
I dreamt of football. I was running down the field and I looked up and saw the ball coming towards me. I caught it and ran as fast as I could to the end zone. I ran into it and I heard everyone cheering. The team came and picked me up and carried me on my shoulders. Then, just like a movie, the crowd parted and Will walked right through it and came up to me. He pulled me down to him and threw me into a giant bear hug. He pulled back and looked me straight in the eyes. Pulling me to him, his lips parted and came in to meet mine and -
Goddamn it! What the fuck was that tapping sound?
I opened my eyes and peeled the sheet from my body to get out of bed. Coming to my window, I heard another tapping. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was two-thirty in the morning. I got to the window, looked down, and saw Will standing below looking up at my window expectantly.
"Please let me in!" he shouted.
I sighed and went downstairs. Opening the door, I saw him standing there shivering. "Yes?" I said.
"Can I come in?"
"No," I said preparing to shut the door.
"I got you a present."
"Present, huh?" I opened the door wider and let him come in and then shut and locked the door behind him. "This had better be good."
He brought it from around his back and held it out to me in his outstretched hands. "Here," he said.
I looked at it and then him. "Will, that's an old football."
"Yeah, I know. Do you know what's so special about this football though?"
"No, but you may have to beat me upside the head with that thing to contain my excitement."
Will smiled. "You know, you're getting better and better at the whole sarcastic asshole thing."
"It's a gift."
"Can I please finish?" he asked. After I nodded, he continued. "This is the football from the homecoming game last year."
"The Jesuit game?"
"Yeah, remember Billy Somers got injured and I got put in as QB early in the game. Well, we went on to win that game because I had completed six passes to you and you scored two touchdowns. Afterwards, I got the game ball, but I'll never forget that it was you and me who had won that game together. It was the first time I realized how great we were together - how perfect for each other we were."
I took the ball from his hands and sighed. "Thanks, but you'll understand if this doesn't help the fact that you've made up your mind."
"We can't do this -"
"Jesus!" I shouted. "Fine, okay, I understand. We can't do this. We can't live our lives like perverted little fags! I got it! I got the picture, okay!"
He took a step closer to me. "Actually, what I meant was - we can't keep on denying how we feel. I know I can't - can you?"
I was silent. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the words that were coming out of his mouth. "What are you saying?" I finally asked.
"I'm saying I want to try things out. Like you said, in secret. And we'll see where we can go from there, okay?"
"I swear to God if you fuck with me -" But before I could finish the sentence his lips were on mine once again and we were kissing passionately. After a minute of frenching, I smiled and pulled away laughing. I jumped up into his arms. "Let's go upstairs."
"Umm," his said straining. "You're kinda heavy, dude."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I said climbing back down. I grabbed his hand and we flew up the stairs.
Once we entered my room, I threw Will onto my bed and climbed on top of him. He reached around my broad back and ran his hands along the smooth skin and pulled me down so that we could begin kissing again. We did so for several minutes before I sat back up and grabbed his shirt (the Structure one that I had given him for Christmas, I noticed) at the waistband and pulled off.
I had seen Will shirtless countless times before either in the showers or when we were fishing, but I had never been able to admire the beauty of it before. I leaned down and kissed his shoulders working my way down his arm and then back up. I pulled his arm up over his head and kissed the tuft of hair in his pit. He had the smell of being freshly showered but with that intoxicating, lingering scent of manhood that drove me wild.
I continued kissing along his chest and came to his nipples. They were hard as diamond and I loved being able to give them the kind of attention I've always wanted to. I licked around them with my tongue and would take each into my mouth and ever so slightly would apply pressure with my teeth, causing Will to gasp each time.
Travelling down his chest I came to the very light trail of hair that started at the top of his abdomen, down through his belly button and down into the cargo shorts and boxers that he always wore. When I got to his belly button, he started giggling which caused me to smile. I followed that precious treasure trail further and further down until I got to his pants. I unbuttoned them and pulled off the shorts. Then I put my hand on his tight tummy and proceeded to kiss my way into the top of his boxers.
That's when I noticed that he was shaking. I looked up concerned to see him staring right back down at me. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Just super nervous. You . you're my first."
My eyes widened. "You mean you never . "
He shook his head.
"Not even with Kim?"
"Kim didn't care about sex and I didn't care for sex with Kim. She only wanted to date the school quarterback."
"But all your talk in the locker room - "
"It was just jock talk."
I closed my eyes and rubbed my head against his upper thigh. "I'm so glad that we can both be each others first."
"You, too?" he asked.
"Yep, so don't be too hard on me."
"Too late," he said sheepishly.
I opened my eyes and saw the tent that had formed in the middle of Will's boxers. I grabbed the waistband and pulled down. And there it was. More beautiful than I had ever imagined. In the showers, I noticed that it hung about four inches, but now here, in front of me, it had filled out to a beautiful seven and a half inches of cut manhood. I gently took it into one hand and with my other, I reached up and rubbed along Will's stomach and pects. I opened my mouth and I began.
It felt so natural, so right. All doubts and fears about being gay were washed away because I realized that this is who I was. I remembered everything about that moment for the rest of my life.
Will still trembled beneath me and took my hand and brought it to his face. He kissed it and began sucking my fingers all the while whimpering and saying, "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God . "
I continued to go down on my friend-turned-lover until I heard high pitched breathing that was picking up pace. I could feel the power building up inside of him cause I could feel every muscle in his body tense up, preparing for his first orgasm with another person.
"Will," he moaned. "I'm . I'm . aaaahhhh"
I felt the release followed by this strange taste in my mouth. I knew that it was coming and I swallowed as much as I could. Finally, I pulled my mouth off and pumped the rest out. I reached down and grabbed the bottle of water and an old tee shirt lying on the floor. I wet the shirt and cleaned Will off.
"Damn! That's cold!" he said laughing.
"I don't want you to be sticking to your leg in the morning."
He smiled. "Come here."
I leaned down and he took me into his arms. He began kissing down my chest, moving his way down towards my boxer-briefs. I stopped him and pulled him back up. "We've got plenty of time this weekend," I said. "Let's just relax and enjoy our first step for a while."
I lay behind him and put my arms around his chest. I rested my cheek on the back of his neck so that I could enjoy the scent of his cologne all night. Every few minutes, I would kiss the back of his neck, almost instinctively.
"I love you, Drew," he said after we had been lying in silence for almost ten minutes. "I love you so fucking much it hurts."
"I love you too, dude." My smile almost cracked my face as I drifted off into the best sleep I had in weeks.
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