Thanks be to God
I got better quickly and resumed my role as Midshipmen. One night we had a celebration. Peter took me aside from everyone else and we went below deck.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, grinning from the fun.
I nodded and followed as he continued to that dark corner where he had first kissed me.
"You don't seem so," he said as we sat on the boxes.
I looked away from him and leaned against the wall. He got off his box and sat down behind a stack. Wondering what he was doing, I went and sat beside him.
"Do you wonder about me?" he asked.
"How so?"
"I wonder about you," he said, ignoring my question. "I wonder what you would be like unclothed next to me. I wonder if you think of me the same way I think of you. I wonder if you can feel like I do."
I moved closer to him, and when he looked at me, I kissed him. I pulled away and found him looking at me. I quickly looked away, not wanting to blush. He smiled.
"I wonder if you want to me explore my body as much as I want to explore yours," he said.
I did blush then. "I want to. Sometimes."
"Do you now?"
I looked at him. I wondered just how he could always look so heavenly and beyond my world.
"I do," I said.
We sat quietly in the dark, the sounds of the party drifting down to us. I moved away from him and stretched out my legs. When I looked at him, he was looking back at me.
"You can," he said.
I said nothing and he removed his coat and vest. The spare light from the candle behind the stacked boxes shone on his white shirt. My eye was attracted to the buttons, like the eye of a magpie to a coin. Peter undid the first few of them.
"Peter..." I said, uncertain.
He reached over and slipped off my jacket and vest, being careful about my right arm. He pushed me down as he undid my shirt's buttons. He kissed me again, several times. When my shirt was open he kissed my chest and stomach. The feeling went deep into me and I never wanted him to stop. But he did. Sitting up he pulled me with him.
He did not, however, stop there. He went down on his own back and pulled me atop of him. He looked up at me in a way I had never seen before. He was no longer just Peter Calamy, he was my Peter Calamy. I thanked God for the gift he had given me, and kissed Peter.