Summary – The boy's have a little hands on fun.
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Pillow Play
Jason
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"Man Kimberly's going to go ballistic." Examining my bruised neck, I can't help but smirk as I set the hand mirror I'd brought to shave with back down in my bag.
"I'd worry more about your mom then Kim. You might want to wear something with a high collar for a day to two when you get home." Examining his own neck, where I'd left a quarter-sized bruise nice and neatly, he frowns. "Man you did a good job."
Shrugging and a little surprised myself I'd matched his own mark perfectly, I guess I was just lucky. "Beginners luck?"
Sitting up and looking at me curiously, he seems to be pondering this new information. "So you've never been with anyone before? I mean dating wise or anything like that?" Nope, not too many guys to date in Angel Grove, you know.
"No, I mean I sorta didn't even know what to make of my feelings at first. When I finally did I wasn't sure what to do, and then the Ranger thing came up." Even if I had been seeing someone I don't think it would have lasted after I became the Red Ranger. Too many dangers in dating a civilian.
"Do your parents know?"
"Yeah, when I was fourteen my mom saw me staring at some guys in the mall one day. We were buying school clothes and this group of guys walked into the store and start trying to show the girl behind the counter their muscles. Well, the girl wasn't too interested, but man I was. I guess I forgot my mom was there, but she didn't say anything at the time." Thank god she didn't say anything in the store.
"So she saw you looking at them, but didn't do anything. So what happened then?"
Leaning back on my hands, I shrug. "Nothing much, we went home and that night she and my dad came up to my room. I'm guessing they talked about it when he got home. So they come up and she sits down and gives me this pamphlet from the hospital, right, titled 'Are You Gay?'. So I turn completely red and start stammering off things for no reason, I mean, they're both calm and don't seem mad, but I freak anyways. Well, my dad calms me down and they talk to me and help me figure out that I do like guys and just don't feel that way about girls. So, they go over the whole pamphlet with me and ask me if I have any questions." Talk about embarrassing.
Laughing and shaking his head, he gives me a 'you're kidding me right', look. I wish. "Man, I don't know if I could have handled that." I almost couldn't.
"Yeah, it gets better. So, of course I have a billion questions, but can't make myself talk and finally I just blurt out, how do two boys have sex? Because my mom and dad had the sex talk with me when I was eight right, then again at twelve. Well, I know everything about having safe sex and how it works with a male and female, but no clue how a guy would do another guy." Scowling when he begins rolling on the floor of the tent, I smack him playfully.
"I can't believe you said that!" It wasn't that funny, okay.
"Yeah, well, it gets even better. So they look at each other trying to be cool because after all she's doctor and he's a police officer so they should know how to handle this, right? So they try to calmly and gently explain how one partner inserts his penis in the other partner's anus and how you always need to use a lubricant because unlike a female's vagina the anus doesn't self lubricate and you could really hurt your partner if their not prepared, right? It just went on and on. Then my dad of course had to add that if any guy ever hurt me he'd kill him, so you know…" Shaking my head, I can feel my face heating up just remembering it.
"Wow, your parents rock." Yeah, I suppose they do at that. I mean what other parents would sit down and discuss how to give a blow job and have anal sex to their gay son who's about to have a stroke from worrying over it.
"Yeah, they were really great and it helped me feel not so, I don't know, weird. Like I wasn't such a freak for not liking girls." Of course they also took me out for ice cream afterwards, which helped.
"You're not a freak." Laying his head on my lap, he kisses my thigh tenderly. "Besides, girls are too pushy."
"Really, how do you know that, have you ever had a girlfriend?" Did I really want to ask that? Do I really want to know if he's been with other people? I mean I do, but I don't. Well I do want him to say he hasn't been let's put it that way.
"Yeah." Looking up at me, he shrugs absently. "Wasn't a big thing though, I was seeing this girl, Allie for a while before I left LA and came here. She was alright, a good kisser, but not much for conversation." You kissed her? What's with the heavy clenching feeling in my chest?
"Oh, so did you uh, do anything else with her?" And I'm punishing myself because?
Frowning, he sits up and then seems to get why I'm suddenly not in such a perky mood. "Oh Jase, it wasn't like that. Don't be upset, we didn't really do anything. The only thing that really happened was she felt me up at the movies once." Oh, gee, that makes me feel so much better.
"She felt you up at the movies?" Can we say tacky?
Nodding, he makes a slight face. "It was alright, but it was kinda gross too. I mean, we were watching 'Wayne's World', and then she unzips my pants and shoves her hand down there and grabs me. I mean, I guess it was okay, but her hand was all greasy from the popcorn and she was holding it a little too tight, so…" How nice.
"Yeah that's not very romantic or anything." On the other hand, though, I'm not that into to romance either. "So, was it good, or um, did you tell her to stop or did you cum?"
"I got close, but I told her to stop, I mean I sorta didn't wanna cum in my jeans there and I don't know, it was kind of embarrassing having her just do that without even caring to ask me if it was okay first. Not to mention there were other people just a few seats away." Man, now I want to fondle him in the movie theater.
"Yeah." Looking around at a loss for what else to say on the matter, I heave a sigh and give my instincts a shot. "Can I touch you?" Smooth, Jason.
Cocking an eyebrow, he smiles slightly as if I'm kidding. "What?"
"Can I touch you? I mean, um, I don't have to see you or anything, I'm not asking you to get naked, just um, can I touch you and see what you're like?" Okay, now he thinks I'm a doofus. But I mean I've never actually touched or seen another guy for that matter. I don't change or shower in the locker room because I know I'll get an embarrassing hard-on in front of everyone, and yeah that was something when I asked my mom to write me a note to get out of that matter. At least she did, with an understanding look.
"I guess so." Sitting up he glances around as if looking for anyone watching from the shadows of the tent. "Should we kiss first or something? Or did you just like want me to lay down and you know?" Man, this isn't going smoothly at all.
"I don't know. Maybe, well, maybe you could lay down and uh, I could just sorta…" Swallowing hard as my throat suddenly feels very dry, I make a few nervous hand gestures. "Like feel you and maybe…"
"It's okay." Placing comforting hands on my arms, he kisses me reassuringly. Since when did he become the calm and in control one here? Laying down and making himself comfortable on the blankets, he places his hands behind his head and waits for me. "It's okay, really, I don't mind."
Running a hand through my hair, I move over to him and reaching out with a slightly shaking hand I manage to get his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper lowered. "Are you sure this is okay? I mean I really don't want to push you into something."
"I know. It's okay, honest, I don't mind you touching me." Okay, I don't feel so lame now that he sounds a little nervous too.
"Okay." Lifting the waistband of his dark green boxers, I slip a hand into them and wow this is strange. "Is that alright?" Am I even doing this right?
"Yeah. Uh, you can pull my jeans down some more if you want." Oh boy.
Removing my hand, I take hold of the waist of his dark jeans and ease them down past his hips, revealing two very amusing things. One, his green underwear is actually covered in pictures of me, okay so the Red Ranger to be more exact. And two, he's apparently very turned on
Nudging me with his knee, he smiles a little bit. "Are you done touching?" Not by a long shot.
"No, just thinking about how madly in love you must be with me to wear my picture on your underwear." Smirking when he scowls, I get situated beside him and once more stealing myself.
"Guys." As Jen's voice meets my ears and I suddenly see her shadow on the front end of the tent, I instantly let go of him and turn just in time to see her unzip the flap and come in. "Hey, the rain stopped, you two want some dinner?" Okay, why isn't she the least bit interested in her nephew laying there in only his underwear?
"Huh? Oh hi, Jen." Looking back I see Tommy has conveniently covered himself with a blanket and is currently rubbing his eyes. Oh right, like she's really going to buy you were taking nap.
"Hey, you can sleep later, come on, help us fix dinner, okay?" I don't believe this.
"Okay." Faking a yawn, he stretches, careful not to move the blanket from around his waist. "We'll be right there." I don't believe this. "What are we making anyways?"
Turning to head back outside, she casually says exactly what I don't need to hear. "Fish."
Pulling his jeans back on after she's gone, he grabs his boots and crawls for the flap. Glancing at me, he pauses for a moment, to offer a cocky smile. "Wonder if it's blow fish."
To be continued….
