Copyright 2013 Theo Fenraven
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I’d pretty much decided to blow Ren off when I unexpectedly ran into him a couple weeks later at a concert. We passed each other in an aisle and did a double-take. Amused, I laughed and was pleased when he did the same.
He looked great. He had on a snug T-shirt that outlined his nicely toned arms and chest and tight jeans I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from.
“Hi,” I said, delighted to see him.
He was just about to respond when someone joined him, a handsome young man with thick blond hair and startlingly green eyes. I immediately thought: contacts. The blond slipped an arm around Ren and nuzzled his neck.
For no reason at all, or for every reason, this crushed me. My smile faded, and I took a step back. “Enjoy the concert,” I said and turned away.
“Will!” I stopped and looked back. His eyes met mine. “Don’t be a stranger.”
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I did a lot of thinking over the next few days about what I expected out of life. I knew what I wanted professionally—to act, produce, maybe direct someday—but what about personally? My friends were settling down. They had girlfriends, boyfriends. Many of them were in love, a couple were engaged or married. And me? I was not allowed. I was famous and gay and must not shove that in the face of fans. The world at large gossiped, speculated, wondered, but they didn’t know, and I’d carefully kept that status quo for quite a while.
I was so tired of it. It would be nice to fully be myself, to not care that cameras were always pointed at me, capturing my every move, free to walk down the street holding the hand of someone I liked. Someone I loved.
Would I ever live in such a world? Where it did not matter what orientation you were? I wished for it, dreamed of it, longed for it.
∞ ∞ ∞
I returned to the bookstore a week later, on a quiet Friday afternoon. Ren was in his usual place behind the counter. I strode over, leaned down, and said, “I need to talk to you.”
He stared at me for a moment, and then got to his feet. “Wait.” He went off into the stacks and soon, the dark-haired young woman appeared and took his place. Ren gestured, and I followed him into his living quarters.
“Sit down,” he said, but I couldn’t. Instead, I paced as he sat on the couch.
I kept thinking of what I wanted to say and changing it, so I ended up not saying anything. After a few minutes of this, Ren laughed and said, “Just spit it out. I’m listening.”
I stopped and turned to face him. “I don’t know if I can do this. Be with you the way you want. But I want to try.” When he didn’t say anything but only continued looking at me, I took two steps forward, leaned over, grasped his face between my hands, and kissed him.
It was… magic.
My insides melted and ran toward him. Dimly, I felt his hands in my hair, but I was lost in the sensation of his lips on mine. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him for the next couple of years. Yeah, it was that good. There are very few people who know how to kiss like that, so it takes your breath away and makes you never want to come up for air. Ren knew how to kiss. I was hard instantly, wanting him.
Dizzy with desire, I slid in next to him on the couch, wanting him to lie back so I could press against him. He resisted, remaining upright, and breathing heavily. I finally pulled back.
He was not unaffected. His pupils were dilated, his perfect lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“What do you need from me to accomplish that?” I could not take my eyes off his mouth and remembering how it felt, how it tasted, I almost groaned. “Please, Ren. I want you.”
He touched my cheek, and I felt faint. “I want you to love me. Do you think you might do that? Not right away—I understand that—we barely know one another. But some day? After we’ve spent time together?”
I would have promised him anything at that moment, I ached for him so badly. “I will treat you with respect and spend time with you, and if I can, I will love you.”
“Fair enough.” He pulled me toward him and our mouths met again. I sank into him, and together, we fell back, side by side. Sliding my hand down his back, I cupped his ass and pulled him into me, against my erection. His muscles grew taut as he pushed back. Heat flashed through me, and I started making sounds into his open mouth.
I placed his hand in my crotch, and he stroked me through denim until I was almost coming, at which point, I hastily unzipped to give him access. The couch was awkward; I was half-hanging off the outer edge, but I didn’t want to stop long enough to get to his bed. When his fingers touched bare skin, I shuddered and thrust into his hand, begging for more.
While he worked me into a frenzy, I was also touching and stroking him until we were both gulping for air and straining toward completion. It didn’t take long. I’d waited for this moment for weeks and when it happened, it was a culmination so momentous, I almost passed out. Ren said something unintelligible against my ear and seconds later, he jerked hard against me and hot semen flowed over my hand.
We held each other until our hearts stopped pounding, and then I kissed him, very gently. “Wow.”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
“How about we move to your bedroom?”
We cleaned up in the bathroom en route before stripping off our clothes and climbing under the blankets. I immediately pulled him to me so I could explore his curves and angles. He had a great ass, and I couldn’t wait to get into it.
Divining my intent, he said, “No.”
I pulled back. “What?”
He held my eyes. “I don’t do that.”
“Never. Everything else, but not that.” When I silently asked him to continue, he went on. “It hurts. It hurts a lot. Also, fucking me in the ass is demeaning. Puts me in the submissive position, and I don’t like it. And if you need another reason, that’s how diseases are passed and spread.”
“You’re good with it then?”
I slowly nodded. Frotting was catching on in the gay community for the reasons he’d listed. “If I feel an overwhelming need to penetrate, I’ll do it with a woman,” I teased.
He smiled and kissed me. Terms discussed and agreed to, we proceeded to wear each other out.
Chapter 5 arrives Monday. There are eight chapters in all.