Interlude
Tyler followed Beau to the door of the cozy house. The tension between them was palpable, strung tight, like a guitar string wound too far. Beau opened the door and turned around before it was even open all the way, put his hands around Tyler's waist and pulled him forward, into the house. Their lips met in a kiss that went on and on, reckless and rough, yet suffused with tenderness. Beau reached up and took out the band that held Tyler's hair and ran his fingers through it, from scalp to ends, even as Tyler buried his hands in Beau's soft curls. They finally pulled apart, breathing hard. Impossibly dark eyes met the pale blue ones. Beau pulled Tyler's t-shirt out of his jeans, pulled it up and over his head as Tyler raised his arms to accommodate him, then dropped it on the floor, their eyes never breaking contact. Tyler repeated the process on Beau and when their bare chests came together an involuntary sound of pleasure escaped from deep within Tyler. Beau leaned forward and kissed him again, softer this time, deeper, his tongue exploring gently, as his hands moved to the front of Tyler's jeans. He undid the buckle of the belt, then the button and zipper, but didn't pull them down. He reached around to the small of Tyler's back and caressed the sensitive area with gentle fingers.
Tyler felt lightheaded, like he was on fire, like he was about to explode. He'd never experienced anything quite like this before. He followed Beau's lead with belt and button and zipper, then stopped and pulled back. He looked at Beau and it struck him that his hair was like sunshine and morning mist. He looked into Beau's eyes, the color of the sky on the sweetest summer day, and realized he was lost, felt like he could lose himself forever in those eyes, those sweet eyes.
Beau's forehead crinkled, questioning, Do you want to stop?
Tyler met his lips gently, breathed one word into his mouth. No.
Beau took his hand and led him down the hall to the far room, his bedroom, and to the edge of the bed. "This is my room."
Tyler looked around. There were honey-colored wood panels on the walls, a dresser across from the end of the bed, and nightstand next to the bed. The bed was unmade and covered with a rumpled patchwork quilt, the sheets flowered with an orange, red, and green pattern. "Nice sheets."
Beau grinned without any shame. "Thanks. They're Janie's. They're actually really soft, though, so I like them."
"Soft sheets, huh?"
"Want to try them out?"
"Sure." Tyler lay down and looked up at him. "You're right, they are soft."
Beau climbed on top of him and leaned down. "I told you they were." They grinned at each other like little boys who'd gotten away with the cookie jar, before the mood shifted and their grins disappeared. Beau leaned down and kissed Tyler, all the mirth and teasing gone, replaced by pure desire.
Beau kissed his lips before moving to his neck, still straddling his hips. Tyler ran his hands up Beau's back, felt the strength and softness of each curve and the heat radiating off his silky skin. He kissed Beau's shoulder, first with his lips, then with his tongue, tasted the salty sweetness of his skin, but was soon distracted by the delicious things Beau was doing to his ear. He didn't know it could feel so good to feel someone else's tongue touching him there. He felt sparks all the way down to his toes. A moment later Beau breathed, "I want you."
He pulled back and met Tyler's eyes. "I want you," he whispered again.
Tyler swallowed, unable to speak. He ran his hands up Beau's chest and down his arms, then back up and buried his hands in the blonde curls. "I want you, too."
Beau's eyes sparkled as he leaned back down and kissed Tyler again. "I'll be gentle," he said and felt Tyler smile against his lips before kissing him back.
"Promise?"
"I promise." Another kiss. "Well, maybe not too gentle." Beau smiled and kissed him again, hungrier this time.
Tyler shifted under him, their jeans rubbed together, like in the diner. He'd known then that he'd wanted this, wanted Beau. He put his hands on Beau's thighs, rubbed them up and down, then around to his back. They were loose, still unbuttoned, and his hands went naturally into the gap created and felt the soft cotton of Beau's boxers under his fingers. Beau moaned when he felt Tyler's hands in that intimate place. Tyler's fingers moved lower and Beau arched into him, a low moan escaping from deep within his throat.
Their eyes met, each dark with desire, half-lidded and smoldering. Beau's tongue licked around Tyler's bottom lip, then his top lip–each side separately, like he was drawing them on a sacred canvas.
Beau stood up and pushed his jeans and boxers off in a swift motion. Tyler leaned up on his elbows and looked at him. Dusk filled the room with a shaded, half-light that seemed to soak right into Beau's skin, illuminating some parts and sinking other parts in deep shadow. He stood there for a moment, watching Tyler watch him, the dark eyes traveling down, then back up to meet blue eyes, before he leaned forward to pull Tyler's jeans and boxers off. Tyler lifted his hips to help, never taking his eyes off Beau's. Beau dropped them on the floor and put his hands on Tyler's knees, spreading his legs apart enough to stand between them.
He rested one hand lightly on Tyler's hip and ran the other one down Tyler's chest, to his stomach, his hand pale against the dark skin. His hands moved to the sensitive skin of Tyler's thighs and stroked them lightly, feeling the smooth skin and slightly scratchy hair on them under his fingers. He dropped to his knees and ran his tongue up Tyler's erect cock. Tyler, not expecting it, gasped. "Oh my god," he breathed and his head fell back. He felt Beau take the tip in his mouth and he thought he might pass out. He looked back down at Beau's head, his entire body on fire and tingling, unable to stop his hips from bucking up to meet those beautiful lips, to lose himself in that hot, wet mouth. Beau continued sucking and licking, his own cock hard and needy.
Tyler couldn't stop the gasps and moans coming from deep inside him. And then, suddenly, he was there. "God, Beau, stop . . . stop . . . I'm . . . oh god . . ." Instead of pulling away, Beau moaned and grasped Tyler's hips, taking him fully in his mouth until Tyler couldn't stop, couldn't help himself. He arched up off the bed and came, deep in Beau's throat. He fell back, gasping, and felt Beau crawl up next to him. It took him a moment to focus and meet Beau's eyes.
"How was that?" Beau asked, his eyes alight, knowing.
"I think you've killed me."
"That was just the preview."
"You mean there's more?"
"Of course there's more." Beau leaned down and kissed him and Tyler realized he tasted different, that he was tasting himself in Beau's mouth. He kissed him hungrily, wondering if he'd ever learn how to do that to Beau. Because he wanted to.
They shifted up so they were both lying on the bed, facing each other, Beau's leg over Tyler's hip, pulling him closer, his cock still hard. It didn't take long for Tyler's to return to a similar state. Still, Beau took his time, content, for the moment, to take Tyler's tongue in his mouth, to explore Tyler's mouth with his, to caress face and lips and neck with his hands, to feel strong hands on himself. He ran his fingers through Tyler's long hair and down his back. They strained together, more and more urgently.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Beau asked, breathless.
"Yes."
Beau looked at him for a long moment, deep in his eyes, into his soul. He kissed him and said, "Turn over." Tyler started to turn onto his stomach, but Beau stopped him on his side. He reached over and grabbed a jar of vaseline from the nightstand, opened it, and took some out. He leaned forward and kissed Tyler. "Relax. Just relax." He kissed him again, supporting Tyler's head with a hand under his neck. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
Tyler could feel Beau behind him, knew what he was doing, wanted him to keep going, but felt a fluttering of nervousness.
"Relax." Beau breathed again, took his lips in a deep kiss and Tyler felt Beau push in slowly, felt the slickness of the vaseline. He tensed up and Beau stopped. It hurt. "Want me to stop?"
Yes. "No." Tyler willed himself to relax. Beau pushed in further. Oh god, I don't think I can do this, Tyler thought. Beau stopped and kissed him again. His free hand went to Tyler's abdomen and held him steady. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and Beau pushed in further. Tyler tensed again. I can't do this . . . I can't . . . oh god . . . Suddenly, it felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. So good, oh god, so good.
Tyler arched back and Beau moved with him, slow and gentle. Their lips met in a long kiss before Tyler turned away and grasped handfuls of the sheet and pushed against the mattress, trying to get closer. He reached back and put his hand on Beau's hip, arched his head back for yet another kiss. Beau reached forward and grasped Tyler's silky hardness in his hand and started a slow rhythm that built to a crescendo.
Tyler felt like he was dying. Nothing could feel this good, this sacred, and not be a spiritual awakening. He was aware of only his body and Beau's, tangled together, each trying to get closer and closer. And then his body tensed, his toes curled, all thoughts disappeared into incoherence, and he was filled with orgasmic pleasure. Beau followed, filling Tyler in all ways. He felt a connection he'd never experienced before. The earth moved. They lay there for a moment, surrounded only by silence and the sounds of their breathing.
After a few moments, Beau kissed his shoulder and asked softly, "You okay?"
Tyler turned on his back and looked up. Beau's face was above him, concern lurking in his eyes. He reached up and touched the hot, flushed cheek. "I'm more than okay." Beau kissed him and curled around him.
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Tyler's eyes were open, though it was dark, and he was wide awake, unable to sleep. He could hear Beau's even breathing behind him, felt the rise and fall of the chest that was pressed tight to his back. He didn't want to move, didn't want to sleep, didn't want to miss one moment of this night. This wonderful, amazing night. After a while, he shifted around to lie on his back. Beau moved with him and curled into his side, his leg and arm thrown over Tyler, his face pressed into the hollow of Tyler's neck. Tyler thought he was sleeping, so he was surprised when he heard Beau say softly, "Can't sleep?"
"No."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm . . . I'm . . . good." There was a smile in his voice.
"Are you sure? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Tyler turned to look at Beau's face, even though he could only see the outline and his eyes shining in the dark. "No."
Beau smiled and kissed him and Tyler was filled with happiness, like he hadn't felt since he was a little boy and the world was easy.
