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The Fight
By Simon Peter
Their fighting was intense. The reason was petty, but the anger in both of them had been building for some time.
Ray and Billy had been lovers for two years. To all outer appearances, they shared an apartment as apartment mates, to save on rent, with two separate bedrooms. But in fact, they seldom used the second bedroom. Their nights were spent together in the same bed.
The two young men met at a party. It was in the home of a mutual colleague of theirs from the workplace, and the party was celebrating the New Year. There was much drinking and dancing and joviality, everyone wishing everyone else a happy new year. Ray was attracted to Billy the minute he set eyes on him. Billy was a looker, that was for sure. Tall, slim, with a light beard and a killer smile, Billy attracted almost everyone in the place, male and female. Ray watched Billy's movements from afar, lusting after him but guessing that there would be nothing happening. Billy was a man's man.
Being in their early twenties, the two guys were supposed to have brought partners to the party. But Ray was single since he broke up with his boyfriend around Thanksgiving. And Billy had appeared by himself as he entered, carrying a bag with a bottle of wine. To Ray, this looked somewhat strange, especially on New Year's Eve. But perhaps, just like him, Billy must have broken up with someone and was now single. Single but straight. Ray bit his lower lip as he watched the lithe movements of this hunk of a guy, undressing him with his mind's eye, licking his body from top to bottom with his mind's tongue, kissing his sexy lips with his mind's lips, groping at his delicious crotch with his mind's hands.
Ray had to curb his imagination since he was starting to develop an erection. He stepped out onto the balcony, trying to ease the heat buildup in his body. He felt lonely and miserable as he watched the revelers in the street two floors below. As he was feeling sorry for himself, he heard the French window slide open behind him. He turned around and his heart missed a beat when he saw Billy coming out.
"Thought I'd come out for a breath of fresh air," Billy said as he approached the railing of the balcony.
He held his arms around his chest, hugging himself. "Chilly but fresh."
"Yes," Ray was barely able to croak. He felt his tongue had swollen to fill his mouth like a large piece of cotton, almost choking him. "Hi, I'm Ray," he finally managed to say.
"Billy," Billy said, keeping his smile and extending a hand for a shake.
Ray felt Billy shiver as they shook hands. It must have been the cold. Ray wished that the shiver was that of lust, but he knew that he was just dreaming, wishful thinking consuming him.
The two young men stood side by side watching the scene down below in the street.
"They sure are having a lot of fun," Billy commented as a group of three couples walked by, laughing and shouting, with funny glittering hats on their heads.
"That's the way it should be, on New Year's Eve," Ray said, hearing the hint of regret in his voice.
Billy turned and looked at Ray with a quizzical expression. "Seems you are missing someone?"
Ray didn't answer but turned to watch the street as the couples turned around a corner and two guys approached. Under one of the street lights, the two guys held each other and kissed. Ray inhaled.
"Damn!" Billy exclaimed.
Ray turned to Billy and said, "You don't approve?"
"Who am I to approve or not? Besides, it's New Year's Eve. People are allowed to do a lot of things they don't normally do."
"Such as?" Ray turned back to watch the two young guys kiss under the yellow halo of the street light.
"Such as those guys down there."
"You mean that on New Year's Eve, guys are allowed to turn gay? To kiss each other in the street?"
Billy laughed. "You don't turn gay if you already are gay. Oh, man, it's getting quite chilly out here." He hugged himself and moved closer towards Ray.
The scene in the street was making Ray frisky. He felt a strange surge of emotions rising inside him. He ached for a pair of lips to cover his own, Billy's lips. He felt Billy's body warmth reaching him. When he took his eyes off the scene in the street to turn and look at Billy, Billy leaned towards him placing his hand on Ray's hand on the balcony railing. Ray almost fainted.
As Ray's mind reeled with the feeling of Billy's hand on his, he slowly but deliberately removed his hand from under Billy's, gazing deeply into Billy's eyes. Ray did not want a passing relationship. He had no need for a quickie. Regretfully, the removal of his hand left an emptiness inside his stomach, but he knew that he had to let the relationship take its time in developing. He wanted to make sure that he was on solid ground.
Billy moved back a couple of paces, shifting his gaze from Ray's face and resuming his watching of the people in the street.
"So I was wrong," Billy said in a whisper without looking at Ray.
Ray could barely hear. "Wrong?"
"About you."
"Me?" Ray said with a trembling voice that he hated. He started to sound like a parrot. "You were wrong about me?"
"I thought you liked guys," Billy said, still in a whisper, still watching the street below, avoiding to look at Ray.
"Do you?" Ray countered, without answering the question, hedging. He wasn't ready to start making personal confessions. After all, Billy was still a stranger. "Like guys, I mean?"
Billy turned sideways, looking straight into Ray's eyes. "I like you."
"And I'm a guy," Ray couldn't hide the smile that had crept to his lips.
"You sure are. But it seems that the situation is one-sided, even though I was certain that the vibes I was receiving from you throughout the evening were those of interest."
So Billy was paying attention to Ray's "vibes." Ray's heart raced. He so wanted to grab Billy and make love to him. But he held back.
"Listen, Billy. The vibes as you call them were genuine. I am interested in you. Yes, I do like guys and yes, you do turn me on," Ray began his confession watching the expression on Billy's face turning from consternation to relaxed gratification.
Billy reached his hand and grabbed Ray's, pressing on the palm. Once again, Ray removed his hand away.
"But..." Billy started, the look of consternation returning to his face. "You just said..."
"Billy," Ray said, moving the hand he had pulled away to touch the side of Billy's face gently, his fingers feeling the male stubble, his whole body aching. "Can we take it one step at a time? Please?"
Billy nodded, placing his hand on Ray's and pressing it on his cheek. "What's the next step?"
"Well," Ray laughed, removing his hand, "we can get out of this freezing cold for a start."
The two young men stepped back into the warm room, both slightly shivering, whether from the cold or from the exciting moments they had had, neither of them could tell. For the rest of the evening, Billy and Ray stayed close to each other, holding light conversation, trying to learn more about each other. Ray was extremely attracted by Billy's smart and sharp sense of humor. Billy loved the way Ray held himself and moved. He was taken completely by Ray's attractive physique, the way he leaned against the wall, holding his wine glass, the way he sat on the couch, crossing his legs, the ankle of one leg resting on the knee of the other. Ray was also a sharp dresser and Billy appreciated this a lot. He liked his men to be hot-looking in the way they dressed not only when they were undressed in bed.
The clock was winding down to midnight, and everyone had already poured himself or herself a glass of champagne. There were whoops and whistles as soon as the clock struck twelve. Everyone was kissing everyone else, wishing them a happy new year. Billy grabbed Ray and planted a deep kiss on his lips, his body pressed onto him, grinding.
The kiss seemed like taking forever, and at the same time taking a fraction of a second. When they broke, Ray felt weak in the knees. He could barely breathe. He felt his whole body shake uncontrollably and he had to reach down and grab the back of a seat to keep himself steady. Billy was also breathing hard. The bulge in his pants was quite telling.
The whole atmosphere was festive and the champagne flowing. But the dizziness in Ray's and Billy's heads was caused neither by the festivities nor by the bubblies.
It was the kiss. Never had either of them experienced such intense feelings from one fleeting kiss.
Perhaps because of the New Year Eve fever, or of the champagne, or of displaying their desire in public. Nevertheless, it was as intense as it could be. And it left the two young men totally spent. Ray felt as if he had just shot his load. His erection was painful. He could detect the outline of Billy's dick straining the fabric of his pants.
What would come next? Ray had to control himself, otherwise he knew that he could have jumped Billy right there and then and would have taken that straining hardness deep down his throat until it emptied its hot juices, feeding him the love that he desired so much.
Billy was not less excited either. The more he looked at Ray the more he wanted to fuck him. He chided himself on such lust, but he just couldn't help envisaging hot Ray naked, under him, as he plowed his love tunnel. But like Ray, Billy was able to control his feelings. He told himself that what he was feeling was just plain lust. Billy wanted more than plain lust, more than a one-night stand. The kiss convinced him that what he had found in Ray was a partner that had to be nourished and cherished.
The party broke at around one o'clock and the two young men who had just found each other bid each other good night and a happy New Year, as well as addresses and phone numbers.
Ray watched Billy drive away in his Subaru. He stared at the tail lights as they disappeared in the distance and wondered whether he had made a mistake in holding back. He knew almost for certain that if he had let things go as Billy seemed to have been planning, they would be fucking right now. He sighed, shivered, and walked to his apartment two blocks away. People were still celebrating in the street but to Ray they never existed. All he saw were Billy's eyes, and all he felt were Billy's lips.
He couldn't go to sleep. He was too wired up, wondering whether Billy would call him soon. He decided not to call first. He needed to prove to himself more than to anyone else that he was not the lusting kind, that he could bide his time, that he wouldn't fuck just anybody he met at a party. Ray was not a slut.
He put the kettle on, took out a teabag and a mug and started to undress as he waited for the water to boil. He stayed in his underwear, white tight cotton briefs. He jumped when he heard a knock at his door, spilling hot water on his hand.
"Fuck!" he screamed with pain. "Oh, fuck! Shit! Who the fuck is it?"
Wrapping his hand in a kitchen towel, he walked to the door and swung it open, anger and pain flaring from his eyes.
There was Billy.
Ray's heart skipped a beat, the pain in his hand vanished, his body stood frozen with one arm holding the door open and the other one pressed against his bare chest.
"Oh, Billy!" Ray croaked as he forced himself out of the daze. "Wow, sorry, I just burned my hand."
Billy was all apologies and concern. When he took Ray's hand and kissed where the boiling water hit the skin, Ray floated high in the sky. Finally, with difficulty, Ray came out of his daze.
"Might as well have some tea," he suggested with a smile as he moved to the kitchenette.
Billy watched Ray's body in the tight briefs and his lust multiplied by the hundreds. Pressing on his erection, he followed Ray. Standing behind him, he wrapped his arms around Ray's bare waist and pressed his crotch on the bubble butt, firm and hard against his throbbing heat. He licked the back of Ray's neck, his hands moving up to play with the nipples, which immediately hardened under his fingers. Ray moaned and pressed back. Now was not the time to play hard to get; now was the time to get fucked, and what Ray felt prodding his butt cheeks promised a hot fuck. Billy was fondling his chest hair, his nipples, his neck, reaching his lower lip. Ray licked the fondling fingers, moaning.
Ray totally forgot about the tea. His whole body and soul were now focused on Billy, holding him tight.
Slowly, Ray turned around and the two men kissed. Hungrily. Lustfully. Their lips entwined, their tongues probed. Ray's cockhead showed through his brief's waistband, and when Billy touched it, electricity coursed through Ray's body. He was aching with desire. His body burned although he was almost naked. With his lips glued to Billy's mouth, he unbuttoned Billy's shirt and with his hands felt the hairy, muscled chest. He had to see Billy's body.
Moving away one step, Ray took off Billy's shirt and started on the pants, drooling at the man chest inches away from him. He could feel the heat of Billy's lower section as he undid the belt buckle and pulled down on the zipper. Billy was licking the side of his neck, his hand rubbing Ray's erection through the briefs, pressing on the exposed head every now and then, sending shivers all over Ray.
Finally Billy stood naked. Ray feasted on the model-like body. The hairy chest, now glistening with beads of sweat, the trail down to thick black pubes, the erect penis, cut and mushroomed, standing vertically up to what Ray presumed must be longer than 20 centimeters (8 inches), with a thick shaft, the muscled man-thighs, the sexy feet.
Ray's body turned to a bundle of nerves. His eyes roved up and down the beautiful naked man in front of him. Slowly, as if in a daze, Ray dropped to his knees and took Billy in his mouth. Billy arched his back in response and fed Ray, who slobbered hungrily on the love tool.
Ray swallowed. Although gagging, he wouldn't let go of the throbbing cock. Reaching back, he slid his hand inside his own crack and rubbed his hole. Billy pumped the feeding mouth, holding Ray's head, fucking Ray's face. When he noticed Ray finger-fucking himself, he lifted him off his cock and carried him to the sofa bed, laying him on his back. He lifted Ray's legs and reached down into the hairy crack, his tongue hungry for the fuck hole. Ray ground his butt against Billy's face as Billy tongued and wetted the twitching hole.
Straightening, Billy applied some spit on his throbbing dick, lifted Ray's legs high and spread them wide, aligning his cock head to the waiting, eager hole. When he penetrated, Ray grunted with the force of the invading cock. His hole burned. His body was on fire. He knew that if he touched his own dick, he would shoot the most intense load he had ever nutted.
Billy fucked hard. It bordered on rape. The only difference was that Ray wanted it. He wanted it bad.
He lusted for the plowing. He pushed back at the thrusting cock with vengeance, as if to tell Billy that he was the one doing the raping.
It didn't take Billy long to freeze inside Ray and shoot. Hot semen burned the insides of Ray's body as he felt the squirts erupting out of Billy's cock. Semen seeped out of his hole, lubing it further. As soon as the last squirt of cum left Billy's body, he resumed the fucking, now fisting Ray's cock and masturbating it. After five or six strokes, Ray shot a huge load all over his chest. One of his squirts hit Billy's face as Billy bent over him, still pounding his ass. With his twitching hole, Ray milked Billy's cock for a second load, which Billy gave, forcefully and deep.
Sliding out of Ray, Billy slumped on the sofa next to his new lover, waiting for his heart beats to settle.
He had to admit: this was one hot fucking session. His semi-hard cock twitched, wet with semen.
During the rest of the night, neither man got any sleep. It was the first day of the New Year, and it promised to be a year full of sex, turning to love.
But it eventually turned to fights.
Now, two years later, also at a New Year Eve party, Ray was angry with Billy who seemed to be attracted to another guy. They were both in the kitchen.
"You just don't love me anymore, Billy," Ray whined.
Billy didn't answer, but that was answer enough for Ray. He had offered his whole self to Billy. His ass had been fucked countless times by Billy. His bowels had received Billy's loads of semen day after day.
But Ray had pride.
"I will leave tomorrow morning to visit my parents for a few days," Ray bravely managed to keep his voice from shaking. "When I get back, Billy, you should have had enough time to move your things out of the apartment, ok?"
Billy nodded and left the kitchen.
No, Ray would not cry. He did have two good years with Billy. He wished for more years, sure. He loved Billy. But unrequited love was not his thing. He would not dwell. There were more fish in the sea. Someday, there will be someone who would not only shake the earth under his feet like Billy had done, but who would keep on shaking it with more force and more love.
Someday.
Ray heaved, swallowed his tears, and left the kitchen.