This is the latest installment of the Caymen story. I took a little time off because I was afraid I'd run the story into the ground. Instead of getting into a cliffhanger, I would rather focus on how Caymen and Merit build their characters. Feel free to let me know what you think one way or the other. Thanks to the Sky Lion for his help.
Dan
Rimshot@planetaccess.com
The truth about Caymen part 5
Merit ducked a snowball and laughed, stooping to make one of his own. The crisp afternoon sun shown down warming his skin and all was right with the world. He could feel thousands of lights in his mind, the various plants and rocks. He could hear the symphony of the world, and it was like no drug he had ever tried. Everyday, Caymen taught him more about being in tune, and everyday he could feel more of the world around him.
A few yards away, he watched a naked Caymen race behind a rock an instant too late, a fresh snowball impacting on his left buttock. Merit cheered his aim, jumping up and throwing his arms around his head. "Yeah! It's about time you took one!"
Caymen rubbed his ass and chuckled, amused at the spectacle he saw before him. It had been Merit's idea to run out of the trailer without clothes on, and he was beat red. Caymen chucked one of his two snowballs, nearly hitting Merit's shoulder, then followed with the second in rapid succession.
Merit clutched his chest where the second one hit and staggered, giving Caymen the opening he wanted. He climbed up on his rock and leaped, catching the other boy and crushing him into the snow. Caymen landed on top, immediately grateful that it wasn't him lying in the snow.
"JESUS H CHRIST!" Merit screamed as the cold hit him. "Getup, getup, GETUP!" He pushed Caymen up then took his hand, pulling himself up. "That is the COLDEST fucking snow on earth!"
"Actually, I think it's all about the same temperature." Caymen smirked, leading the way back to the warmth of the trailer. "You know, if you get sick I'm going to tell your mom who came up with the nudist snowball fight idea."
"It was a really cool idea until I got tackled." Merit groused, opening the door.
"No pun intended, right?"
"Smart ass."
Caymen laughed and smacked Merit's ass as he stepped inside. He held the door for Baggy, who appeared to have had more that enough outside fun for one day. The cat jumped onto one of the table seats and began cleaning. As Merit kicked up the heat on the small furnace, Caymen grabbed a blanket and pulled it around himself, then enveloped Merit in his arms. They were both so cold that they could hardly feel each other.
"Let's get in bed, Cay." Merit chattered through his teeth. They crawled up into the upper bed and got under the covers, actively shivering. Merit wrapped his arms around Caymen as the little fan on the furnace started blowing warm air. With out realizing how tired they were, they fell asleep.
At about four in the afternoon, Caymen woke up feeling suffocated. He threw the blankets back and disentangled himself from Merit, feeling their sweat soaked bodies peel apart. So as not to disturb Merit, he carefully slid off the bed and turned the heat down, shaking his head when he saw the temperature. It was nearly eighty in the trailer now.
"Jesus it's hot in here." Merit mumbled, sitting up and displaying a hair wedgey hairdo from the nap.
"That happens when you set the heater on inferno and fall asleep." Caymen poured them each a glass of juice and took them to the bed. He handed one over and then sat down cross-legged. "On the other hand, I'm not freezing to death either." He reached out and smoothed Merit's dark hair.
"I still think that winter camping is fun," Merit said, enjoying the feel of Caymen's hand. "Besides, I got you to myself for two days, didn't I?"
"You always have me to yourself." Caymen leaned in and kissed Merit lightly. You're the only one I love He sent in to Merit's mind.
God, I needed that, Merit sent back, luxuriating in the caress of Caymen's mind. He set his glass down and rolled onto his back, laying his head in Caymen's lap. Do you know, I can feel you every day, all day long now? Like a comfortable background buzz.
"You initiate the link as often as I do now." Caymen told him, running his hands over Merit's face and chest. Merit smiled slightly and opened his mind, allowing full contact between them. Caymen responded by flooding Merit with arousal.
Merit inhaled sharply and his eyes flew open. With an impish grin he pulled Caymen down into a kiss. Caymen took a hold of Merit's penis and gave a couple of slow strokes, switching mind images to love making and desire. Without a word, they stretched out on the bed, never breaking from the kiss.
Merit put his hand between Caymen's legs and caressed his balls, letting his fingers linger over his ass. Gently, he inserted his finger and began in and out motions. Caymen sighed and felt warmth spread up through his stomach muscles. Merit kissed his way down the other's torso, stopping at key locations to make wide loops with his tongue.
Caymen slid his legs up in an inviting manner. Merit smiled and dropped himself between them, resting his body on Caymen's. Caymen licked Merit's ear and neck, then jumped slightly as Merit entered him. At first, he hadn't liked this part of their relationship, but it had definitely grown on him. He willed himself to relax, feeling those internal nerve endings heat up as Merit moved in and out.
Merit propped up on one arm and took hold of Caymen, matching the strokes to his thrusts. Using silent communication, they sped up and slowed down, each meeting the needs of the other. Each time one got near an orgasm, they other would take charge, making each session of love making last over an hour.
Merit couldn't hold it, and he knew it. After almost thirty minutes he needed to release, and when Caymen tried to slow him down, he smiled inwardly and increased the tempo. Caymen writhed under him, trying to hold back, then shot hard, sending several ropes of semen onto his chest and Merit's stomach.
Merit groaned and let go into Caymen, slamming forward with each contraction. He exhaled hard, sending the last of it out, then dropped forward onto Caymen, enjoying the sensation of sweat and cum spreading over their chests. Caymen's arms circled him, and through the link he got total contentment.
The next morning, they cleaned the trailer and packed the truck. Caymen had talked his grandmother into letting him buy a used Blazer so that they could still get into the mountains during the winter. Merit's El Camino and Caymen's Cougar were both inadequate if there was snow.
Caymen summoned Baggy with a though and put her in the truck, then started it to get warm. He gathered up their trash to haul home, and set the lawn chairs underneath the trailer. Merit stepped out and locked the door. "I turned off the gas and drained the water lines."
"It'd be a bitch if we came up next time and found a bunch of damage. Your dad would have a fit." Caymen climbed behind the wheel and moved Baggy to the back seat, earning a flat-eared glare. Merit got in and they took a last look at the trailer, each wishing they could stay for their own reasons. Caymen put the truck in gear and headed towards the gate.
"Cay, can you tell when someone is gay?"
Caymen glanced at Merit for a second. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean if we were sitting in the mall, watching people walk by us, could you tell witch ones are gay and which ones aren't?" Merit folded his legs under himself and turned to face Caymen. Baggy jumped into his lap and curled up, allowing herself to stroked around the ears.
"I probably could. I never tried. Why?"
"When I figured out I was gay, I……well,…..I hated myself, and I hated normal people. I really hated the guys that I thought were gorgeous, that I knew I would never have, or be close to, you know?" Merit leaned his elbow on the top of the seatback and ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you know how lucky I was to find you, so I didn't end up in some kind of self imposed exile/"
Caymen smiled faintly. "I think I found you, if my memory serves. Or at least Baggy did." He reached over and stroked the cat's head, then Merit's cheek. "What would you like to do? Go find everyone we can that is gay and expose them, maybe start a civil war or two? How about just a riot."
"That's not what I meant, dickhead. I meant that I could've used a friend who knew a little about what I was feeling, and maybe helped me out." Merit opened the cooler on the floor in back and took out a slice of cheese, breaking off small pieces and feeding it to Baggy.
"So instead of a war, you'd like to see people drag me through the streets and hang me? No thanks." The humor in Cay's voice was obvious, but the sentiment was not funny at all. He had nearly been discovered once, and he had no desire to go through it again.
"I guess I'm not getting my point out." Merit looked out through the windshield and sighed. "If I came across a person like me, that was really thinking of killing themselves, can you teach me to receive that, or how to look for it, so that maybe I could help them?" He looked back at Caymen, eyes reddening. "Caymen, a guy I knew named Brad killed himself last year because he was gay. I'm just asking if we might be able to help somebody if we had the chance."
"If I had the chance, I would." Caymen answered. "But I would not risk us getting caught to do it. I think you're more emotional than I am on some things, Merit. I'm not saying that I don't feel bad about someone dying, but I don't feel society's guilt that I didn't stop him from doing it. It was his choice."
"I thought you said life was sacred!" Merit whispered harshly, shocked.
"It is, and I won't kill anything I don't have to to exist. I don't hunt, I rarely fish, and I eat mostly vegetables. I'm okay with this." Caymen took Merit's hand and squeezed it. "I told you, I would help if I could, but I'm not interested in any crusades. I can't teach you what you want to know because I don't know how. Maybe I was just born that way. You don't need to argue the point, because I had this fight with the Christian god about this and other amusing topics a long time ago, and I'm still waiting for his answer."
"It just frustrates me, Cay. We could make a difference."
"Do we have to be burned as witches to make a difference? Can't you just start a self help group like normal mortals do?" Caymen chuckled. "You're so dramatic."
"You love me, though." Merit flashed a smile and leaned over to kiss.
"Never doubt that. But don't ask me to love all the people of the world, okay?" Caymen said after the kiss. "If you want to help somebody, or start a group I'll help. I don't know shit about it, but I'll help."
"I love you Caymen McCandles. I just wanted you to know that." Merit scrunched down in the seat and closed his eyes, letting his fingers drift over the cat. Caymen watched on and off for a few minutes, noticing the rhythm of Merit's breathing level out as he fell asleep.
Caymen shook his head, then leaned forward and looked up into the stark winter sky. "I really don't believe in you, and I won't play by you idiotic rules. Maybe just this once you could butt out and let the silly people win one?" He leaned back, then glanced at baggy, finding her eyes fixed on his. "Why don't you go hack up a hairball or something, hair ass."
He could have sworn she stuck her tongue out.