19. "Best boyfriend ever."

Darren's POV on chapters 19 and 20 of As a White Knight on His Steed

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Back in the car, heading south, Chris asked, "Do you know how to play Encore?"

"You mean that board game where you try to sing songs with the words on the cards?"

"Well, yeah, but you don't need the board or the cards. You can just take turns coming up with words. And then you go back and forth until one person can't come up with any more songs with that word in the lyrics, and the other person wins that round."

"Oh, I'm going to be awesome at this game!"

"Do I sense a challenge?"

"Yeah. And the loser has to give the winner a back-rub," I said, figuring I had this in the bag. After all, I grew up singing American Songbook standards, I know every Disney song ever written, and I have an unabashed adoration of cheesy pop music.

"You're on," Chris declared, sounding just as confident as I felt.

"Can I say the first word?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Rain."

Chris led off with "Singing in the Rain." I joined in, and then followed up with the chorus of "Fire and Rain." We went back and forth, mile after mile, singing song after song – and do you have any idea how many songs have the word "rain" in their lyrics? – until finally Chris had to admit that he couldn't come up with any more.

"My turn to pick a word," he said. "Moon."

"Oooh, that's a good one," I told him, launching into a rousing version of "Bad Moon Rising."

Chris came back with "That's Amore," and I countered with "Blue Moon." Once again, we came up with about a gazillion songs, but eventually I had to concede.

"We're almost there," I said. "Let's just do one more word as the tie-breaker. It's my turn to choose. Are proper names allowed?"

"Yeah, so long as they're in enough songs to make it interesting. Don't say Ursula, or something."

"Okay. Let's do Jesus."

"No fair. You went to Catholic school. You're bound to know way more songs about Jesus than I do."

Well, all of those years of Catholic school may not have helped me figure out I was gay, but now that I knew, I'd be damned if I didn't use them to help me get a back-rub from my boyfriend. "Hey, I didn't make the rules," I told him. "You said proper names are okay."

"Fine," Chris huffed, and started singing "Jesus Christ, Superstar."

He put up a good fight, but it was pretty quickly apparent that there was no way he was going to beat me.

"Yay!" I cheered, as we turned onto the familiar dirt road leading to camp. "I'm getting a back-rub tonight!"

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That evening, after my shower, I came out of the bathroom to find Chris, dressed in his pajamas, sitting on his bunk. "C'mere," he said, patting the bed. "I seem to remember you won our little bet this afternoon, and I guess it's time for me to pay up."

I tossed my towel casually over the back of a chair – figuring that would be okay, since we'd been naked in the shower together at my parents' house - and flopped down on my stomach.

"The thrill of victory," I gloated.

"More like the thrill of being a cheater," Chris shot back.

"You said proper names were allowed. It's not my fault you're a heathen."

"Hey! Look who's talking! I'm not the one who lied to my mother. And on a Sunday, too."

"I didn't lie to her. I may have misled her a little bit, but everything I said was true."

"Now you're just arguing semantics. I was a Speech and Debate champion in high school, Darren. You're not going to win this one."

"But I am going to get a back-rub, right?"

"Yes," Chris relented, "you are going to get a back-rub, even if you don't really deserve one. And do you know why?"

"Cause you're the best boyfriend ever?"

"Got it in one."

Chris straddled my waist and brought his hands to my shoulders, beginning to knead. I let out a sigh and relaxed under his touch. Chris gradually worked his way down my back, varying his strokes from gentle caresses to deep pressure. I didn't even try to stop the pleased little noises he was drawing out of me.

Chris scooted back until he was sitting against my ass, and began rolling his knuckles into the tight muscles of my lower back. I let out a low moan, feeling all of the tension leaving one part of my body to reestablish itself in another.

Leaning down over my back in a way that pressed his obvious hard-on into my ass, Chris kissed the back of my neck, murmuring, "Now I know why you leapt up like the bed was on fire that time you gave me a back-rub. This is incredibly hot. Is it okay if I move a little lower?"

"Mmmhmmm," I smiled, tipping my face up for a kiss. Chris obliged, before shimmying himself down my back, rubbing his cock against my ass for a tantalizing moment before sitting back on his heels and coming to rest on my thighs.

Chris leaned forward and brought his warm hands to my shoulders, sliding them slowly down until they came to rest on my ass. I squirmed a little at the too-much/not-enough feeling, and Chris placed his left hand firmly in the middle of my back, steadying me as he would one of the horses. With his right hand, he began rubbing leisurely circles around first one cheek, then the other.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a magnificent ass?"

I let out a bark of laughter. "Now, who would have told me that, other than you?"

"Um, anyone who's seen this magnificent ass."

I snorted, and Chris brought both hands to the part of my body in question, squeezing in a way that went straight to my cock.

I swiveled around, coming to rest on my back and bringing my hands up to grip the hem of Chris's pajama top. "Off."

"You want me to get off?"

"No – yes – that's not what I meant…"

"Darren, you're babbling," Chris giggled.

I grinned up at him. "I meant that I want your clothes off." Chris nodded, and I swiftly pulled off his shirt. "And then I don't want you to get off of me, I want you to get off with me."

Chris blushed, hastily scrambling out of his pajama bottoms and boxer briefs. The moment he'd kicked his legs free, I reached up and dragged him down into a kiss.

Chris moaned, letting his body sink into mine. I realized with a thrill that this was yet another thing we'd never done before – lying together naked, his weight pressing me into the bed, our erections trapped snugly together between our overheated bodies.

Chris began grinding down against me, and I felt my cock throb as my body lay writhing beneath him. I clutched reflexively at his ass, finally finding my rhythm. We surged together, panting into each other's mouths.

Chris pulled his lips away from mine as he came, biting my shoulder. I thrust up against him a few more times before my orgasm hit me. Cradling the back of Chris's head, I rolled us over and resumed our kiss.

I felt as through Chris and I were both boneless, melting into each other. As I licked into his willing mouth, I could feel him smiling against my lips.

I finally broke the kiss and lay my head down on Chris's shoulder. "Best boyfriend ever," I sighed.

End Notes: Sorry I've been gone so long. I'm recovering from pneumonia.
I've just gotta repeat what I said in my End Notes to the corresponding chapter in the original story. Chris may have earned the title of "best boyfriend ever," but you can be the "best reader ever" if you write me a review. ;D