'How far do you want to go?'
'I'm not sure yet.'
'I'll give you time to think it over.'
He did and didn't.
Curt appreicated Dolph politely not pressuring him into anything intense.
Not until they'd left the house, a damp pretzel knot of two kissing men, and checked into the hotel.
Curt would've been content with a motel, not very filthy, he hoped but Dolph had money so they ended up with a big room with two beds.
Only one bed used.
Curt was teased and taunted, licked and loved, every inch of his body and face.
Sucked and savored, bit and nibbled and nuzzled.
He was rolled and flipped, yelling in surprise at each cartwheel and backflip.
More surprise he managed to stay attached during.
No female he'd ever been with could tire him like Dolph had, lucky seven sinful hours of amazing athletic sex.
The bigger than the Statue of Liberty,biggest shock of all, Curt felt a warmth inside, the same as the joy he felt being Zack's bestie but even more,happier.
Love?
Possibly.
When they snuck back to the house, several eyes fell upon them.
zack's especially. He was angry, not showing confused tired smiles of his parents but gritted teeth and dipped down eyebrows, hands balled into tight fists.
Stabbed his fork with force into his eggs, glared into a very tan face, smug smirk grin.
'WE are going to discuss this.'
'Go ?'
'You are a louse.'
'Hmmm,Curt didn't call me that last night. Of course he was too busy clawing my back while we...'
'Shut up!' a splatter of food flung into the grin, plate breaking into shards.
Curt hopped out of his seat, stood in front of Zack's mom, protecting.
Zack's dad stood between the two fighting young men, slowing the arguement.
But not stopping it.