Chapter 29 – "I keep waiting for you to ask…"
Sunday, August 3 – Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Returning from their long weekend, Chris and Darren were quickly sucked back in to the whirlwind that was camp life. They were pleased to hear that three of their beginners and two of their intermediate students had passed the riding tests in their absence. Ryan told them that everything had gone fine while they were away, but that he and David were glad to have them back.
"Yeah," David added. "We'd forgotten what hard work it is being riding instructors. We're getting too old for that life."
"Speak for yourself," Ryan said. "I had fun. And I hope you two had a good time in Clovis."
"It was great getting to see my family," Chris answered. "Thanks so much for letting us go. It really meant a lot to my sister to have us there."
"No problem," Ryan said. "But the party's over now, so get back to work!"
The boys easily fell back into their old routine. Chris had completely forgotten about the backrub Darren still owed him, so he was pleasantly surprised on Tuesday evening when his boyfriend returned from his shower, naked, and announced, "I seem to remember saying that if you asked nicely you might get an NC-17 version of a massage. I keep waiting for you to ask…"
Chris leapt up from his chair and wrapped his arms around Darren's neck. Gazing directly into his boyfriend's eyes, he purred, "Pretty, pretty please, with a cherry on top?"
Darren gave him a flirty look. "Whose cherry?"
Chris winked back. "We'll see…"
Darren pulled off Chris's pajama top, lowering his head to kiss along his boyfriend's collarbones. Chris tilted his head back, exposing the long column of his throat. Accepting the invitation, Darren nibbled his way up, tonguing over the slight ridge of his Adam's apple. Chris gave a pleased hum, stretching his neck even farther. Darren kissed up under his chin, then worked his way along the underside of his jaw, alternating his kisses with little nips. When he reached Chris's ear, he whispered, "Let's take this to the bed."
Chris wasn't going to argue with that. He quickly flopped onto his bunk, pulling Darren down on top of him.
"It's going to be kind of hard to give you a backrub in this position," Darren teased.
Chris wriggled around under him, managing to roll over onto his stomach. Darren sat up, straddling his thighs, and tugged at the waistband of Chris's pants. "May I?"
Chris lifted his hips in answer, and Darren slid his pajama bottoms down, catching hold of his boxers to pull them off, too. "This is going to be so much better than the backrub I gave you in Clovis, when you insisted on keeping all your clothes on," Darren promised.
Chris sighed as Darren leaned forward, bringing his hands up to Chris's shoulders and kissing the back of his neck. As Darren began working his way gradually down his back, Chris could feel himself melting under his boyfriend's strong hands and warm mouth. When Darren began rolling his knuckles into the tight muscles of his ass, Chris let out a long, low moan. He squirmed, grinding his hard-on into the mattress.
Chris was startled by a light slap on his ass, as Darren ordered "Roll over." He swiveled around, coming to rest on his back.
Snaking his hands down to tangle in his boyfriend's hair, Chris tugged Darren down for a kiss. Darren came willingly, bringing their bodies flush together, and using his full weight to press Chris into the bed. Chris allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, parting his lips for Darren's eager tongue.
As the heat built between them, Darren pulled away. Sliding down Chris's body, he brought his hands to his boyfriend's collarbones. Then, flattening his fingers to keep his nails away from the pale skin, he dragged his hands down Chris's chest, digging in hard with the pads of his fingers. Chris felt himself involuntarily arching up into the touch. His abdominal muscles contracted sharply as Darren continued down, finally coming to rest on his hips.
Looking up from beneath thick lashes, Darren asked, "Is it okay if I try to make things last a little longer this time?"
Chris hummed his assent, unable to form a coherent sentence. He felt Darren's mouth sink over his cock, and bucked helplessly as Darren's hands continued to anchor his hips firmly to the bed.
Darren hadn't been kidding about making this last. Every time Chris felt himself getting close to coming, Darren would change things up. He went from bobbing to sucking, from long slow licks to swirls of his tongue, until Chris felt like he couldn't take any more. Only when he had been reduced to babbling a meaningless string of Oh God and Please and Fuck did Darren finally allow him to topple over the edge.
Coming down from his orgasm with a shudder, Chris pulled Darren up for a kiss. He licked into Darren's mouth, startled at the taste of his own come. He could feel Darren smiling against his lips.
"Bet you're glad I was paying attention when we were doing our online research," Darren said smugly.
"You're not the only one who picked up a few pointers," Chris told him. "Just give me a second to catch my breath, and I'll show you."
Darren's smile widened. "You're on."
Chris waited until the strength returned to his limbs, then held onto Darren tightly as he flipped them over.
"Oooh, I love it when you take control," Darren said, gazing up at him. Although his voice was teasing, Chris could see the grain of truth in his eyes. Gripping both of his boyfriend's wrists, Chris brought Darren's hands up over his head and held them down. Darren gasped, eyes widening.
Chris smiled down at him knowingly. He lowered his head, and Darren surged up to meet his lips. Chris allowed himself to sink into a hungry kiss.
Darren finally twisted his head away, panting. Chris released his wrists, intertwining their fingers instead. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," Darren said, but his voice sounded a little shaky.
Chris brought their linked hands to his lips, kissing Darren's knuckles. "Honey, look at me," he said, waiting for Darren to meet his eyes before adding, "I love you."
Darren's face softened. "I love you, too."
"What do you need?"
"Just hold me, for a minute?"
"Of course," Chris said, rolling onto his back and pulling Darren down against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend. Darren snuggled in close, tucking his head into the space between Chris's neck and shoulder.
Chris purposely slowed his own breathing, smiling as Darren's relaxed, as well. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah. I just freaked myself out a little."
"Freaked yourself out?"
"Yeah, um… with how, um… into that I was," Darren said hesitantly. Then he clarified, "Into you holding me down, I mean. It's, um, kind of weird."
"I don't think it's weird. I like that feeling, too, when you're on top of me, pinning me down. Because I totally trust you, and I feel like I can just let go. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
Darren let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you."
"Any time," Chris said, kissing the top of his head. "Now, are you going to let me give you a blow job, or what?"
Darren laughed, bright and easy, and Chris felt his heart swoop. "Show me what you've got," Darren said.
Chris rolled them back over, kissing Darren soundly on the mouth before working his way down his neck to his chest. He wondered whether Darren's nipples were as sensitive as his own, and decided there was only one way to find out. He gave an experimental lick, and was pleased at the breathy sound Darren made.
"So it's not just me, huh? This actually is a thing for guys."
"Apparently."
Chris smiled, sucking a kiss into Darren's other nipple. He reached for one of Darren's hands, lacing their fingers together. Then he gradually began kissing his way down his boyfriend's torso.
As he worked his way lower, Chris nudged Darren's legs apart, settling between them. He rested his head against Darren's hip, nuzzling into the curly hair around his cock. He breathed in deeply, familiarizing himself with his boyfriend's scent.
When he reached out his tongue to take a tentative taste, Darren's breath hitched, and the hand that Chris was holding clutched at him reflexively. Chris squeezed back, lifting his head slightly to ask, "Is this okay?"
"Oh yeah."
Smiling, Chris kissed his way up the underside of Darren's cock, pausing just under the head to flick his tongue out lightly. Darren bucked up wildly, and Chris quickly threw a forearm across his hips to hold him down.
As he took his boyfriend's cock into his mouth for the first time, Chris lost himself in Darren's reactions. Every twitch, every moan, every stuttering breath filled him with a nameless joy. When Darren finally came, cock pulsing, spilling warm and salty onto his tongue, Chris felt like he was coming as well.
Dragging himself up to lie with his cheek pressed over Darren's pounding heart, Chris murmured, "Sometimes I just can't believe how much I love you."
Darren brought one hand up to stroke lazily at his hair. "I know."
End Notes: For me, the difference between porn and erotica lies in whether the physical intimacy is matched by emotional intimacy. I don't read porn, and I don't write porn – not because I think there's anything wrong with it, but because, personally, I just don't find sex without love to be hot. So although I may have jokingly referred to some of the things I've written as "smut," that's not really accurate. In my mind, this is – and always will be – a love story.
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