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The Festival, Part 2: An Awakening
He didn't follow me into the dining room. Instead, he went back to his cooking. I would catch occasional glance from him, like he was wondering what he was going to do now. I too, had those thoughts. I hadn't been with a guy in two years sexually, since my fifteenth birthday when I went to summer camp. And that was my first time, and trust me, it wasn't much to speak of. I wasn't exactly sure how to handle this either. I mean I wanted him, but I kept myself in check because I knew at that point it was just my 17 year-old hormones going out of control.
As I set the table with what looked like really expensive china, I heard him call out to me. At first I thought it was just me, but then I heard it again, and this time it kind of punctured my thought cloud. "Did you say something Scott?" I asked kind of dazed.
"Yeah Jamie, I asked you if you liked salmon," he walked closer to me, "Are you okay man?" he stepped up behind me and wrapped him arms around my waist, gently, as if testing the waters.
I grabbed his hands, letting him tighten his grip around me, "Yeah, I think so...I don't know. Are we moving too fast, you think?"
"We haven't done anything yet Jamie. It was just a kiss. It doesn't mean that I'm going to jump you right now." he teased.
I turned in his grip to face him, pressing my forehead to his, "What if I wanted you to?" I then kissed him again, tentatively. Our lips barely brushed each other's, the kiss strengthening as the passion between us rose. I felt his hands cupping my buttocks, kneading as he did. I held on tighter, just letting myself soak into him. He left my lips, and for a moment I felt lost, until I felt his lips again on my neck, his tongue snaking out to licking and suck my earlobe. I felt him work lower and lower, to my collarbone, where he proceeded to draw a necklace across my neck with his tongue.
I felt myself being lifted off my feet and onto the table. Scott moved me over so as to avoid knocking over the place settings I had set out. I felt his strong left arm behind me as he bend me back slightly to unbutton the first few buttons of my work shirt. He stopped at four, and pushed the fabric aside to bare my pecs. I felt him nuzzling my neck, his tongue darting out here and there, until he reached my nipples. His mouth teased, licked, and bit each one until they where both swollen and standing at attention. I was whimpering softly, when I noticed a strange smell.
"Mmm...Scott...uuhhhh...do you still have something cooking? Cause I smell burning..." I gasped in-between ministrations.
His head popped up, and he suddenly let me go, causing me to have to catch myself from falling back onto the table. He ran into the kitchen, "Oh thank God!"
"What?" I said, slightly dazed.
"Dinner will be ready in just a sec. You smelt a pan burning because I'd forgotten I was boiling water. Finish setting the table, okay?"
I slid of the table, and pulled the front of my shirt together, inadvertently rubbing the fabric against my nipples. I winced at the delicious tender feeling that it produced, and went back to setting the table. I had just finished putting out the silverware, when Scott came back into the room with a serving cart full of food; each individual plate was covered with a silver top. "Dinner is served," he said in a mock British tone.
"It smells good," I answered.
He walked over to the china cupboard and pulled out two crystal wine goblets. He then walked over to the small fridge near the wet-bar and produced a bottle of white wine, "This wine comes from a family vineyard. You should really like it." He uncorked the bottle, and poured us each a half glass. Then he placed a small plate in front of me containing what looked like little green and white pinwheels.
"Sushi?" I asked him.
"Yeah, California rolls. Try it, you'll like it. Just be careful with the green stuff there."
"Why what is it?"
"Japanese horseradish or mustard, depending who you ask. Its called wasabe."
I ate anything he gave me. Everything was delicious. The main course was peppered salmon stuffed with goat cheese and pine nuts, served with cous-cous, something else I'd never had before. It was like eating flavorful sand. We then had chocolate mouse for desert. After we finished, Scott suggested that we go for a walk. I wholeheartedly agreed, because I could feel the two glasses of wine I drank going to my head! We walked outside. The air was smelled wet, kind of like before a rainstorm. I mentioned this to Scott. He said that he didn't mind, he loved the rain. I wondered what else that we had in common.
We talked a lot about ourselves. I discovered that he and I had a lot in common. It wasn't that obvious either. Where I was an actor, he was the technical director. When we talked movies, I spoke of the actor's ability to play the character well; he discussed lighting and cinematography. I told him about growing up pretty much alone; my mom worked all the time, my dad was non-existent, and I helped raise my little brothers. He told me about how his mom and dad were very much the scandal. She was a maid for his father's family, coming from Brazil to start a life for herself. His father was from a white, typically capitalist American family. His family was extremely wealthy, owning several vineyards, as well as a few manufacturing plants. His dad was in law school when his family had hired Scott's mom, and they met and fell in love when he came home on a school holiday. They continued their romance until he graduated. Then they eloped.
He told me life was hard for them for the first years of their marriage, because neither of their families would accept the marriage. They proved themselves though by making it on their own for many years. His mother wanted to show his dad's family that she wasn't after his money, she wanted just him. The strategy worked, and was further sealed upon Scott's birth.
"I was just such a cute baby no one could resist me." Scott laughed.
I turned and looked him in the eye. His eyes glowed like a lion's in the dark, "Not much has changed in that respect." Then I kissed him again, pushing my whole body into it. We fell back, landing on the soft grass. We were in a large tropical garden; one couldn't see the main house from here. So no one would see what we were doing.
We made out for awhile, exploring each other's bodies with lips, tongues, teeth, etc. We never got completely undressed, and while it did get erotic, it never got blatantly sexual. It was just sensual discovery. I sat on top of him, caressing his bare chest...playing with the light olive skin and mocha colored nipples. His skin was soft, almost silky...and I could feel the rise in his CK's stabbing my backside. I adjusted myself slightly noticing his discomfort, and then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for dinner. You are a wonderful cook."
He sat up and propped himself on his elbows, "You are beautiful," he said simply. He adjusted us to where I was now sitting on his lap facing him, and as I wrapped my arms and legs around him to get closer and more comfortable, I happened to glance at my watch. I couldn't really make out the numbers, so I hit the indiglo button on the side, and the whole face lit up. It was 3:45AM!
"Holy shit!" I said as I jumped up, knocking Scott down, "It's almost 4 AM, my mother's gonna kill me! I've got to get home!" I raced around, trying to shove my feet into my shoes while also putting my work shirt back on.
Scott was laughing uncontrollably at me. I was fuming, "I fail to see what is so funny?! I am going to get in such deep shit when I get home, and you're laughing?!!!"
Scott calmed down, stood up and kissed me on the cheek, " You're so cute when you're angry. You're all flushed and you've got grass in your hair," he took my hand in his, "Don't worry, you can just stay here tonight. My mother will talk to your mom and tell her that you were so tired and exhausted after your day at school she suggested that you stay the night here."
"Are you sure that you're mom will do that for me? I mean, I haven't even met her yet." I answered, worried.
"She'll love you Jamie. She's been wondering if I was ever going to find someone new, and you're so perfect...trust me she'll love you."
My mind was buzzing now, "Wait a minute, you're mother knows you're gay? And she's cool with it?," I babbled on, "And what makes you think that I want to be something new?"
He kissed me to show me that I was more than that, and also to shut me up, "Jamie, you're tired. Let's go to bed."
I was in no condition to argue. I had been up almost 24 hours straight, and was ready to crawl into the nearest bush and die! I didn't realize how tired I was until we were back at his guesthouse, in his bedroom, and Scott started undressing me. He got my shirt, shoes, and socks off again without a problem, but when he went to take off my pants, I froze. He could feel it, "Jamie, what's wrong?"
I started to shiver. I was lost in thought, so I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "Scott, I don't want to have sex with you...I mean, I do want to, but...I c-c-can't have sex with you..." And then I started to cry.
He stood up immediately and held onto me. He stroked my hair, pulling the longer pieces out of my face. I tried feebly to resist him, to push him away, but he held onto me tighter, "Shhhh, it's okay Jamie. I don't want to hurt you. I love you too much to hurt you..."
I looked up at him, "How can you love me? You just met me." I said weakly.
He sat me down on the bed, and then began undressing himself, "Jamie, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you years ago. I loved the way you fought back in gym class when you didn't know the rules or how to play something. I watched you every time you were on stage...even when you had a small part you dominated the scene. I knew that I loved you when you came to the dance auditions and blew us all away. We all had trouble believing you were a beginner. Now I'd love to have sex with you, it would be a wet dream come true, but we are both way too tired to even think about it tonight. I'd probably fall asleep on you anyway," he stopped and looked at me, and then added, "If it will make you feel better, I'll sleep on the couch down stairs and you can have the bed. It's no big deal Jamie. I didn't bring you here for sex, I brought you here because I wanted to find out if you were as great as I thought," he bent down and kissed me gently on the lips, "Which you are."
I didn't know what to say. He was standing there, in his boxers, waiting for an answer from me. He was so great, and cute, and he could cook...my God was I in love with him so soon? I stood up, and slid my pants off, and sat back down on the bed in my briefs, and said, "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions, but I've had a rough time lately. Every guy I've been out with seems to think that gay relationships all start with sex first, relationship later. I'm in no rush, I want to know someone first before I sleep with him. The girls I date, well, they are kinda the same way, but in the reverse. You won't believe the way they act. It's like they want to know all about you, then the next thing you know they want to fuck you. Why is everyone in such a hurry with sex? What is the big deal?," I looked up at him. He just stood there with his arms folded across his chest, one eyebrow cocked up, listening intently, "I've had sex. I'm not virgin to say the least. I lost my virginity in to stupidest way two years ago when I was at scout camp. I fell in lust, love, whatever with a scout leader who was a lot older than me. I was 15, he was 22. We'd talk a lot, and one night he invited me to his tent. He showed me how to kiss, and we went farther and farther. My hormones took over completely. The next thing I know, he tells me he wants to show me something new, and bends me over the bed. After he was done, I was in tears and bleeding. He tells me to get the fuck out of his room, that he thought I was a man who could take it. I've never gone back since."
Scott immediately lifted me off the bed, and pulled me close to him, "I am so sorry man. I didn't mean to keep egging you on like that, I promise I'll never do it again. Jamie, why didn't you tell? He was over 18 messing with a kid, excuse the expression, he could've gotten in a lot of trouble."
"Scott, you weren't egging me on, I wanted to kiss and make out with you as much as you did. It felt good, and you weren't pressuring me to go further. I didn't tell because I feel ashamed, and I didn't want my mom to know that her oldest boy, her pride and joy, was gay. I didn't want the scouts to know either, because I would've been kicked out anyway, and because he would've told them that I was gay. I gave it up. I was easy; I wasn't ever really into it. My mom got me into it when I was a kid so that she could be a den mother and shit. My brothers are in it, and she concentrates all her time, when she has it, on them now."
Scott just held me, and for the first time in my life I felt safe. I mean, I always felt safe when my mom hugged me, but this was different. This was another human being showing that he loved me. I held onto him as tight as I could too.
I hate to leave ya'll hanging again, but this is what I have to offer for now. Hope you like it. Lots of things are in store for these characters, and remember, the festival hasn't even happened yet. If you have any questions, comments, or just want to chat, my email again is dmetrixavier@hotmail.com Part 3 coming soon!