Summary – What's there to do in the middle of the woods when it's raining? Why makeout of course.
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When You Say Nothing at All
Jason
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(Saturday 3:15 p.m.)
"I'm sorry." Looking deeply depressed, Tommy is apparently not having a good time here. Head in hands, I'm actually a little worried he's going to start crying soon. In a cruel way I have to admit it is just a little funny that this one time Evil Ranger can get so upset over a few little mishaps.
"Come on." Taking him by the sleeve, I all but drag him into our tent, yanking off our muddy boots in the process. Flopping down on the blankets, I examine him closely. Poor guy needs to relax. Nudging him, I offer a smile. "What's on your mind, bro?"
"I fell asleep on you. I drooled on your shoulder. I was worthless in helping you set up the tent. I busted my knee. Then it starts raining." And now you're sulking.
"Not to mention you don't seem to want to hear what I've been trying to tell you for the last half hour." Maybe I should pin him down again, he seemed to like that the first time around. I think he knows that that's what I want to talk about, how he reacted, but I'm pretty sure with how he's been avoiding it he thinks I'm going to turn him down or yell at him. How backwards does he have it.
"I didn't mean what I said. I mean, I just meant it was nice to play with you and wrestle around." No you didn't. I saw it in yer eyes, I don't think you have any idea how much those deep brown eyes betray you.
"No you didn't. That's not what I asked. I asked if you liked me holding you down. You said yes, and just for the record you said it in such an adoring way I don't even think I've heard Kim talk like that about someone or something she likes." Leaning back on my hands, I watch for his reaction, unsure if I want to make him squirm just a little or not. Hey he did drag me out here, and it did rain, and he did drool on my favorite shirt.
Wrapping his arms around his knees, he heaves a sigh. "So are you gonna like try to beat me now or wait until we get back to Angel Grove?" Beat you up?
"Who said I was gonna beat you up?"
"That's what Eric tried to do when he found out. Course I was a little more stupid then." So this is why you don't like talking about your past. How dare this punk try to beat up my…okay so not mine yet, but my potential boyfriend and solid best friend.
"He beat you up for liking him?"
Looking fairly amused, he shakes his head. "No I said he tried to beat me up. I'm a black belt remember?" Still though, is that why he left and moved here? That can't be all of it, but I wonder if that's at least part.
"Is that why you didn't me you're gay? You thought I'd try to hurt you?" In all fairness though that's partly why I waited so long to bring it up to him. Don't even think I would have mentioned it now if I hadn't gotten the impression and now confirmation that he does like guys.
"Didn't really see a reason for you or the others to know. Besides I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. There's a difference." Interesting.
"None of us would have thought badly of you just because you're bi." Be kind of hypocritical of us to considering I'm gay and the others accept that.
Looking almost as if he's challenging me, he raises an eyebrow in a doubtful expression. "How do you know how the others will react?"
"Because…" Leaning towards him I barely press my lips to his, just long enough to have a small taste of him, before pulling back and looking down into his surprised and obviously pleased eyes. "They know about me and they're still my friends."
"We'll I'll be." Smiling he quickly mimics my chaste kiss before responding softly. "So all those rumors about you and Kim?"
Rolling my eyes and trying to keep my voice level, I shake my head. "Just rumors made up by the cheerleading squad. They need a reason for me not wanting to date them so there you go."
"Yeah girls are stupid like that." Smirking, he better watch saying such things around Kim.
"Yep." Rolling us over so I'm now on my back, I hold him tightly against me. Mine. Laying still and quiet we listen to the rain hit the roof of our tent, not really doing anything other then just being together for the moment.
Raising his head off my chest slightly, he looks at me for just a brief minute before raising his hand and poking me in the forehead. "I'm bored." Did he just poke me? When he does it again, I barely hold back an amused smile at his suddenly juvenile behavior.
"One minute and twenty-nine seconds."
Cocking his eyebrow, he gives me a confused look. "What?"
"You stayed still and quiet for one minute and twenty-nine seconds. A personal best for you I believe." Snickering as he scowls and responds by poking me in the chest this time, I love it. "You keep poking me and you're going to be sorry."
"Oh really. Well in case you forgot I'm the one with street skills, not you, so maybe you'd better watch it if you don't want to join my last crush in the intensive care ward at the hospital. You two can lay in bed together and suck tuna fish through straws while discussing just how not easily I'm pushed around." That'd be very convincing if he wasn't cracking a smile.
"Oh really. Not easily pushed around are you?" When he shakes his head and says 'nope' I prop myself back up and very smoothly shove him backwards onto the ground again. "Push."
"You're gonna pay for that." Oh what are you gonna do city boy, threaten me with one of the plastic tent stakes? Or better yet how about you spank me…okay didn't need that thought, thinking about other things now, um, evil, scary monsters, yes, and Rita, yep definitely turned off now.
"Am I now? Well bring it on big man." The challenge given, we both launch into full childish fighter mode, wrestling, shoving, tickling, and pushing each other back and forth onto our backs, both seeming to be trying to gain the upper hand, but in reality neither wanting to for knowledge it'll end the game.
Finally letting him pin me down, I give him a bewildered and mockingly scared look. "What are you gonna do now that you got me, ravage me?" I could live with that.
Caught off guard by that one, he loosens his grip on my wrists, but much to his credit is fast to recover. "Maybe. Take your shirt off." Well now, someone's in a new mood. Letting go of my wrists so I can comply, I watch him closely as the article of clothing is removed and tossed in the corner.
"Happy?" Getting a nod that seems rather distracted as his eyes are racking over my half naked form, I think he got in a bit too deep too fast. Probably didn't think I'd actually do it so easily. "So, are you gonna ravage me now or what?" Lacing my fingers behind my head, I give him dominance to do what he wants, knowing it won't be too drastic, but still curious to see how far he will go.
"Maybe. What will you let me do?" Anything you want. Well maybe not anything, I've never done this before and I don't think I'm ready to be fucked or anything like that, but other stuff could be fun. I wonder if he's new to this too. Should I ask? Is he nervous because he's new or because it's just me?
"Whatever you feel comfortable doing." He wants something specific, I can see it, I just don't know what it is. "What do you want to do, I know you want something, I can see it in your eyes."
Chewing on his lower lip, he nods slowly before reaching out a hand and running gentle fingers over my neck. "Can I give you a mark?" A mark? A hicky? He wants to give me a hicky?
"If I let you give me one, can I give you one?" When he nods slowly in agreement, I give him the silent okay to go ahead and do as he wants. Even if he hadn't agreed I would have let him.
Tilting my head to the side, he traces my jugular tenderly before leaning down and lick kiss along my jaw line; hesitantly at first, but soon growing in confidence and starting to nip at the flesh. Oh man this is gonna be some story when Kim and the others see this.
To be continued….
