Compatible

Daryl

Your ankle is healed and you and Glenn are back in the attic. Day or night you've always had a good sense of time so without checking your watch you know it's about 4 in the morning when you wake up. You need to piss which happens more often during the night as the years accumulate. A corner of the landing leading to the stairs has a covered bucket for such occasions. Glenn is on his side instead of wrapped around you which is lucky because you can get up without disturbing him.

When you return, there's enough moonlight from the dormer window to admire the line of his body. Shoulders tapering to waist, back curving into ass, legs stretching beyond. Instead of getting back into bed you go around and kneel on the other side to watch him sleep. You already know you won't be able to just watch. You wonder how much you can touch before he wakes up.

You start at his head, a kiss on smooth hair that never seems to be messy even when he sleeps. Forehead, cheek, jaw, neck, shoulder, chest, and belly. You alternate a light press of lips with soft swipe of tongue. He's still asleep and you're sure he isn't faking. His breathing hasn't changed and there was no flutter of stomach muscles which has given him away before. You rarely sleep that deeply anymore but you remember years ago when you did. His cock is limp against his thigh. You skip it and move on down his legs. You hesitate when you reach his feet. You've never had a foot fetish but maybe you should try something. You lick across the top of his toes and then take the big toe into your mouth, sucking slightly. Glenn's leg jerks. You glance up but he's still asleep. You move back up his legs alternating licks and kisses.

Glenn isn't completely erect but he's definitely longer and thicker. You stop because this is likely to wake him up and just because you're awake and horny doesn't mean you should rob Glenn of his rest. You've decided to do the noble thing and keep your frustration to yourself for a couple of hours when he whispers, "Put your mouth on me now, you sadistic bastard."

You open your mouth to reply but you're close to his cock and the angle is right and with one thrust Glenn gets what he wants and you want it, too. Like most men you both love having your dicks sucked and you've both gotten very good at sucking as well. Do men give better head because they're familiar with the equipment? You might be doing some of your best work here. Glenn has lifted one leg over your shoulder to allow better access. You rub your middle finger over the head of your cock for lubrication and slide it in his ass, reaching for the exact spot ... yeah, right there. Glenn's breath hitches, he moans, thrusts one last time and comes.

You're still kneeling by the bed and suddenly it's fucking uncomfortable and your knees are killing you because the floor is bare wood and there's a twinge in your ankle. Glenn moves over to make room for you as he reaches for your cock. You're closer than you thought because you barely make it onto the bed before spilling over his stomach. It feels good to lay pressed together, both of you satisfied.

"How long were you awake?" you ask.

"Since you sucked my toe. When I woke up it felt like I had two cocks."

"First your nipples, now your toes. How many erogenous zones do you have?"

"I didn't know I had those until you found them. I'll let you know if you come across any others."

"I don't have sensitive body parts. Except the obvious."

He runs a fingernail over the small of your back and licks a spot behind your ear and you start to quiver. "I think you're wrong about that."

Okay, you've been wrong before with much worse results.

Glenn

Daryl gets up and finds the thermos, bowl and washcloth. He pours hot water, squeezes out the washcloth and cleans us up. I'm practically purring because the water is warm instead of cold.

"Best boyfriend ever. Most considerate lover," I tell him. "Oh, I forgot you don't like to be called those."

He makes a concession and says I can call him anything I want when we're alone.

"Pookie?"

"Except that."

"How about Buttercup?"

"Fuck, no. Where do you get these things?"

"A girl I worked with."

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Are you jealous?"

"No, it's just a question. I figured she called you shit like that because you slept together."

"I think you're jealous. But no, I only slept with one girl in high school and one in college. The girl at work just liked nicknames."

"Why the hell would she call you Pookie and Buttercup?"

"No idea. Random stuff just leaked from Terry's mouth. It was pretty funny sometimes."

"Maybe you had to be there."

"I think that's probably true. Hey, Terry, Daryl and Glenn are all unisex names."

"No, they aren't. Daryl and Glenn are men's names."

"Men like Glenn Close and Daryl Hannah?"

"Just because girls were given men's names doesn't make them girl names. It makes their parents idiots." He stops to think how this conversation got started then gives me a look and tells me to quit messing with him.

"You're easy to set off."

"Do you know what happened to Terry?"

"No. If she didn't make it, I hope she's really dead instead of not dead enough."

Thinking about the gang at Scooter's Pizza reminds me of life before the ZA. I'm in the mood for a story.

"Tell me what happened with your new career."

"You gave me that career. You tell me."

"But you have to decide what to do with it."

Daryl

A few weeks after the movie shoot ends there's a call from the production assistant you met in Atlanta. She's working in Texas and a stunt double got hurt. They need a guy. Do you want to fill in? You do. You're surprised how happy you are about it. You're on a plane a few hours later and in Texas soon after that. You're brought up to speed on the script and schedule and are on set the next morning. There are a couple other people that you met in Atlanta so it's not all new faces. Although Glenn says you're getting better about interacting with strangers. He uses words like interacting on purpose because he knows you think they're pretentious. In fact, the word pretentious is pretentious.

The location shoot is only one more week but the movie finishes in L.A. By now you know that life in Benford is going to seem small. But you won't be there for long because before you leave Hollywood you are offered another job starting in two months. This is suddenly a serious career opportunity. You always thought you could never live away from Georgia but maybe it's just the outdoors in general that you crave. You're still working mostly outdoors and you don't really miss Georgia except Glenn a lot and Merle a little. Glenn came to California for a few days and you think Merle might have, too, but he couldn't leave the state yet. His probation is over now and you suspect he's got show business fever and will visit your next job.

Glenn

"So when I visited you we hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks? Tell me what we did."

"That's your area of expertise. It's your turn."

"I'll show you instead."

Afterwards Daryl asks, "You ever think about how well we fit together?"

I push my ass against his groin. "Yes."

"Not just sex. I mean mentally and ... you know ... emotionally."

"Daryl, are you talking about feelings?"

"Not if you're going to take that tone."

"You're becoming sensitive."

"No need for name calling."

"All right, yes, I think about how compatible we are. You've ruined me for anyone else. I don't want anyone else, I don't need anyone else, and no one else would suit me as well."

Silence.

"Are you going to say anything back to me?"

"Ditto."

"That's the best you can do?"

"You already said it better."

"I'm going to let you get away with it because I'm all fucked out."

"I figured you're just with me for the sex. If we didn't have to hunt to eat we'd never leave this bed. And even then you jump me in the woods."

"I'm just catching up. You've been screwing your way around Georgia for 20 years. I've never had a regular sex life before."

"It was only about three counties, not the entire state. And I didn't enjoy it so much the last few years."

"You enjoy it more now, with me?"

"Yeah, you know I do."

"Our libidos match as well as everything else."

"You could have said 'sex drive' or 'we both like to fuck' but no, I'm with a guy who uses words like libido."

"Think of me as your personal word-of-the-day calendar."