Divulgence
Summary: Clark and Lex meet at a pub in Edinburgh, Scotland and fall instantly in lust.
Rating: MA/NC-17
Author's note: At the present time, Clark is not Kryptonian in this story. AKA no powers. I have no true reason for it, other than my best friend likes it that way. Plus, I didn't feel that it really fit in the story. Also, I'll give this as a kind of warning - there is quite a large age gap between the boys in this story.
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“Mpf.” I grunted after being
thrown up against the elevator wall, my hands pinned against the paneling, a
pair of soft lips pressed on my own. Once the surprise of the situation was
gone, I began kissing him back. Only in my dreams had I ever kissed another guy,
and it had never been anywhere near as intense as this brief encounter. Just as
we were really getting into it, the elevator stopped, causing my assailant to
pull back from me, and head out through the open doors.
“You coming?” He turned back to ask me from his spot in the hallway.
I wondered how the man could look so cool and professional after what had just
happened. I was certain I looked like a fool with my hands still up against the
wall, clothes rumpled and short dark curls undoubtedly a mess. My companion
would obviously never be victim to the bad hair day. I wasn’t sure what had
caused the man’s baldness, yet somehow instinctually knew that it was permanent.
“Not yet.” I replied under my breath as I walked through the small penthouse
lobby to where he was currently unlocking the door.
“I promise I don’t bite.” He said when he noticed I hadn’t yet crossed into the
room. “Unless, of course, that’s what you’re into.”
Into. I had no idea what I was into. Really, I’d only ever kissed my high school
girlfriend. And despite what everyone thought, I definitely wasn’t into her.
Kissing her and being with her had actually further pushed me away from girls.
But being gay in a small town wasn’t something I had the guts to deal with, so
I’d stayed with her.
Two years after we started at Central Kansas, she began talking a little too
much about us getting married. I panicked, taking a semester off to travel
around the world saying I needed to “find myself” before being able to settle
down with anyone. It was the first time I’d ever left the state, and my father
had been forced to pry my mother away from me so that I could leave. I promised
her I would be back soon. But that had been four years ago.
“Guess you’ve got all night to figure that out, don’t you?” I walked into the
suite, hoping I sounded more confident than I actually felt.
“I certainly hope so.” He smiled and took my coat. “Can I get you something to
drink?” He motioned over to the small wet bar in the living area.
“Coffee would be good. I already went two beers over my normal limit waiting for
you to come talk to me.” I teased even though it was the truth. I’d been just
about ready to leave the pub for the night when the man in front of me had
walked in with some other suits. His baldness had drawn my attention at first,
but something else about him made me keep watching.
A group of University guys challenged him to a few rounds of pool, foolishly
thinking this older man an easy mark. Much to my delight, he won, though it was
obvious he was the one who’d been hustling them.
Sometime during the game he’d looked over at me, our eyes meeting for the first
time. I gave him a small smile, but he went back to his game as if he hadn’t
noticed. It had annoyed me at first, then a drink had appeared at my table. I
knew it was from him, though he didn’t look my way again.
I sipped the beer, waiting for the game to be over. I was determined to be brave
for once in my life. How hard could it be to go over there and start a
conversation? I talked to strangers all the time when doing research for my
travel articles. Just as I was about to get up, he headed out to the dance
floor. Sure, I was going to be courageous tonight, but there was no way I was
going to *dance* to get what I wanted. My lack of skill in that area would have
had the opposite effect that I was going for. Instead, I shifted my position in
the booth so I could see him better.
All hope I had about the situation fizzled over the next couple hours as I
watched him flirt, dance and make out with countless women. Why had I even
thought I’d had a chance? Just because I wanted to feel his skin against mine,
to run my fingers gently across his scalp, to feel him inside me didn’t mean
that the other man would want to reciprocate.
I tried to walk away, tried to pull myself out of the booth and back to my
rented University dorm, but it was impossible. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from
the vision in front of me. His suit jacket had disappeared. His untucked,
unbuttoned shirt was starting to cling wonderfully to his damp chiseled body.
His tie had been loosened and was now hanging haphazardly around his neck. I
wondered if he’d ever been tied to the bed with those ridiculously expensive
ties while someone else fucked him raw. Too bad I knew that someone would never
be me.
I shook my head. This was absurd. I *never* let my mind go like this. It always
seemed to just lead to empty nights alone with my hands and my limited
imagination. Yet at the same time, I’d also never felt connected to a stranger
on such a primal level. Though that feeling could have just as easily have been
from my twenty-four years of self inflicted virtuousness. Or the five beers I’d
had this evening. Or both.
Looking up from my drink, I’d realized I’d lost the object of my craving among
the horde of dancing bodies. I continued watched the floor with no avail for
another forty seven minutes before going outside to begin the trek home. Maybe
it was for the best. I told myself. I didn’t need him anyway. Shoving my hands
in my pockets, I began walking towards the University.
Three blocks later I was pissed at myself. Why did I always have to be so shy
and run away from everything? Why couldn’t I ever take a chance? I kicked a
pebble on the sidewalk, watching as it bounced on the pavement a few times
before settling in the street. Suddenly something told me to turn around, to go
back to the pub. Even if I couldn’t have him, I could – no – I *would* find
someone.
And I did. *He* was sitting on a stoop two buildings down from the Salmon Run.
Calm, collected, and redressed, showing no signs of his earlier disarray. I
pretended I didn’t see him. Continued on towards the pub.
‘Took you long enough.’ He said to my back.
I kept walking.
‘I’m staying at the Whitfield.’ I heard shuffling as he stood to follow me. ‘I’d
really like it if you’d join me tonight.’
“You could have just as easily come to talk to me.” His voice broke through my
thoughts.
“And lose my perfectly good table at the Salmon on a Friday night? I think not.”
There was no way I was going to tell him about the inner turmoil that had been
going on in my head.
“Are you’re saying I’m not worth it?” He moved towards me.
“So far all you’ve done is throw me up against the elevator wall.” I rubbed the
back of my head even though it really didn’t hurt. “You should warn someone when
you’re going to ravish them like that.”
“But that would take away from the spontaneity of the situation, now wouldn’t
it?” He was now standing in front of me, barely a foot away.
“I suppose so.”
Having pushed my hand away, his slender fingers were now tangled in my hair,
massaging the “bump” on the back of my head. “Perhaps I should kiss you and make
it better.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply. His lips were on mine again, only momentarily,
but tingles ran through my entire body.
“You’re supposed to kiss the injury.” I whispered when we parted.
“Are you complaining?” He smirked.
“Of course not…” But he didn’t let me finish; only pulled me close for another
kiss.
This time, though, he was less chaste, kissing me with fervor I’d never
experienced. Like he wanted me and not just sex. I knew that probably wasn’t the
case, but I didn’t really care, I wanted this, too. It felt so good, his lips
against mine, his tongue twirling against my own. His one hand was roving all
over my body while the other was still gripping the hair on the back of my head.
My hands were tightly clutching his shirt, almost as if I was afraid to let go.
Afraid this wasn’t really happening.
Suddenly I realized my back was against a wall for the second time that night. I
gasped when his hardness ground against mine. I shouldn’t have been surprised
that he was harder than me, but the proof was there, rubbing hotly on my
trembling body.
He moved his lips away from mine, working them along my jaw and down to the base
of my neck. The things he did with his tongue turned me instantly into putty.
His hands were unbuttoning my shirt, his mouth following closely behind, kissing
my newly exposed skin. I released my grip on him, my shirt dropping to our feet.
“So gorgeous,” He said, his eyes raking down my body, then back up to look at
me.
All I could do was blush. No one had ever called me that. Okay, maybe my mom
did, but I *really* didn’t want to be thinking about her right now. I
concentrated on the tongue that was on my neck, heading down towards my nipple.
I bit my lip as he toyed with the nub in front of him. It amazed me how one
little spot could send so much pleasure to all other regions of my body.
I felt him undoing my pants, slowly pulling the zipper down. His face was back
nuzzling my neck; his silk shirt was chafing against my chest. I wanted to get
it off of him, so I could feel his skin on mine. I couldn’t seem to concentrate
long enough to accomplish this since he was kneading my erection through the
soft barrier of my boxers.
Moments later, he was on his knees facing me. His finger traced the prominent
bulge in front of him, then he looked up as if requesting permission.
I nodded. He could have asked me anything right then and I would have agreed
without hesitation. Smiling, he burrowed his face against me, kissing and
petting what would soon be his. He pulled down the elastic band, my cock
springing free from its confines.
“Gorgeous.” He whispered before kissing the tip.
Licking the precum off his lips, his blue-green eyes met mine. I watched as he
stroked me a few times, then took my length into his mouth. The hot, wet
sensation caused me to moan and grab the wall behind me. I would have much
rather grabbed his head, pushing myself further into him, but didn’t think he’d
appreciate if I left marks there for all to see. His head bobbed slowly up and
down, his eyes never leaving mine.
I finally understood what all the fuss was about. This was so much better than
using a rough hand to get myself off quickly. He pulled his mouth off of me and
began tonguing my balls. My knees nearly gave out as sucked one, then the other,
while his hand slowly stroked the base of my slick shaft.
I felt my entire body tighten as it prepared for release. He must have felt it
too, because he ceased all forms of pleasure he’d been giving me.
“No.” I whispered. My hands immediately went toward my cock, but he grabbed them
before they could finish what he started.
Keeping our hands together, he stood and leaned in for a quick kiss. I could
smell my hot musky scent over whatever expensive cologne he was wearing.
“You were close, weren’t you, kid?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I mumbled into his kiss.
His body brushed against my hardness, causing me to buck up instinctively.
“Not yet,” He grabbed my hips, holding them steady, and I wrapped my hands
around his waist. “Take a deep breath and just relax for a minute. I want this
to last a little bit longer for you.”
I whimpered, wanting more and wanting it now, but I did as I was told. I trusted
that he knew what he was doing and this would certainly be worth it.
While he waited for me to calm down, he bent in for another make out session. He
was much stronger than I expected and despite my insistent hands, he managed to
keep the rest of his body away from mine.
“Please…” I finally requested.
“Tell me what you want.” He whispered into my ear, nibbling the lobe as he
waited for a response.
“You.” Was all I could say. I didn’t care what it was I just wanted him.
“I’m right here,” he said softly. “Be more specific.”
“I…”
His hand wrapped around my shaft before I could finish. Relief washed over me as
he began stroking.
“Is this what you want?” He asked. “Or do you want more?” He licked his lips.
“More.” Definitely more.
“How much more?” His voice was like honey in my ear.
“Come. Please.”
Thankfully, he didn’t make me beg anymore than that. I was already ruffled
enough that this man had reduced me, a writer, to one word answers.
His mouth took my cock deeper than before. I tried to watch but my eyes kept
closing as the pressure of his sucking increased. I arched my back, thrusting
hard into the warm inviting hole in front of me.
“Easy.” He said, holding my hips against the wall again.
But I couldn’t help it. He was moving way too slowly for me. I wanted to let go,
then to give him this same pleasure. I knew I wouldn’t be the expert he was, yet
I knew he could teach me this wonderful art form. His tongue grazed my balls,
and I clawed the wall behind me.
“You really like that, don’t you?”
“Ngh.” Was all I could say.
He laughed, caressing the tip of my cock with his lips. Reaching forward, I
gingerly ran a finger across the smooth skin of his scalp. He shivered and then
his tongue began doing the most wonderful fluttery thing along my length. I
mimicked the pattern with my fingers at the base of the neck. It caused him to
hum against me, and the vibrations could be felt everywhere in my body. My heart
was racing; my body was growing tense again. I was almost there.
“So close.” I told him.
I grunted when he pulled back from my cock. Not. Again. But his hands took up
the task his mouth had left behind, tugging and stroking my wanting flesh.
“Come for me, gorgeous.” He brought one hand down to fondle my balls and that
was all it took.
I felt my whole body freeze, then I began bucking up into his fist. We both
watched as I erupted between us, shooting again and again as he continued to
pump me hard. When my orgasm had subsided, I slid slowly down the wall until I
was sitting on the floor, with him still kneeling between my legs.
He looked down at me, then gave me a kiss before leaning further down and taking
my cock into his mouth again. I hissed as the heat enveloped the immensely
sensitive organ. He continued to massage me with his deft fingers and tongue
until I was completely soft.
Tucking me back into my boxers, he swiftly zipped and buttoned my pants.
Scooting as close to me as he could get, he pulled me toward him and put his
lips on mine. It was a gentle kiss, but quickly turned heated as our tongues
danced, and hands roved. After a bit, I felt him reluctantly draw away from me.
“My name’s Alexander.” He smirked and held out his hand to shake. “But you can
call me Lex.”
“Good to meet you, Lex.” I shook his hand, laughing at the sudden formality
after what had just happened. “I’m Clark.”
****
“So, Clark, cream or sugar?” I asked from my spot on the floor.
“What?” His eyes were a little glazed over, almost as if the blood hadn’t quite
made it back to his brain.
“For your coffee.”
“Right. Coffee.” He blushed and I tried not to think about how hot he looked,
sated and half naked against the wall.
I hadn’t planned on attacking him like that, but once I started, I wasn’t able
to stop. He had this weird hold over my body and for the first time in my life,
I wanted to pleasure my partner instead of using them for my own gain.
“Four sugars.” He finally said.
I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m a growing boy.”
Growing? He seemed pretty grown to me. He was well over six feet tall, wonderful
dark hair, no evidence of fat anywhere on his muscular body, and more than ample
where everyone said size didn’t matter. He was the most magnificent thing I’d
ever seen, and somehow couldn’t believe he was mine. Even if it was just for
tonight.
“Four sugars it is, then.” I stood, holding my hand out to help Clark up, and
realized he was staring at my chest. Looking down, I figured out why. I was
covered in the visible evidence of Clark’s earlier bliss; several of the white
splotches contrasting beautifully against my black tie. Normally this would have
made me upset, someone having ruined a favorite item of clothing, but this was
different. It was almost as if he’d claimed me in one of the most primal ways
possible.
“It’s been a while, huh?” I asked, smiling.
He blushed and looked away.
“No worries, gorgeous.” I held my hand out to him again, which he accepted,
standing on shaky legs. Not letting go of him, I pulled him in for a quick kiss
before leading him into the kitchen.
As I busied myself around the room, preparing the coffee, I watched Clark out of
the corner of my eye. He’d leaned up against the counter, his arms crossed on
his still naked chest. His cheeks were beet red and he looked everywhere but at
me, as if he was embarrassed about what had just happened.
“So what brings you to Edinburgh, Clark?” I leaned against the counter opposite
him.
“Travel writer. You?”
It seemed like there was more to the story, but I didn’t pry. “My father owns an
international business and sends me wherever he doesn’t want to go.”
“Well, uh…” And Clark was red again. This whole innocent act was really starting
to go straight to my cock. “Lucky for us, that he decided he didn’t want to come
to Scotland.” His words rushed out so fast that I almost didn’t catch them.
“Lucky indeed.” I hardened as my brain began to conjure up images of things I
hoped we’d be doing soon. “Want to skip the coffee?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.” He looked down at my crotch before continuing.
“Besides, I think I owe you a favor.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” I didn’t want him to think this was about keeping
count.
“Maybe not, but I still want to take care of you.”
I felt a weird swell in my chest. This kid really knew how to work what he had.
“I’m not going to deny you that.”
I flipped off the coffeemaker, then we walked slowly to the guest room. Even
when traveling, I always kept the master bedroom private. It was a place where I
could get away from everything. Almost like a sanctuary of sorts. Not that this
room was anywhere near shabby. There was a king sized mahogany four poster bed
against the middle of one wall, the burgundy and navy bed coverings looking ever
so inviting. On each side of the bed were matching nightstands each adorned with
a small lamp which cast a soft glow into the room. To the right of the bed was a
small sitting area complete with desk, a few comfy chairs and a picture window
looking down to the city below. The wall opposite the bed presented a giant
stone fireplace, while the fourth wall had a wardrobe and entrance to the guest
bath.
Upon entering the room, Clark went immediately to the window, gawking at the
view. I couldn’t help but smile as I embraced him from behind, setting my chin
on his shoulder. Even though I was ready to get on with the night, holding him
and listening his endless prattle about the city was oddly refreshing. He seemed
to want to enjoy the night instead of getting a quick lay and leave. I could
deal with that for once.
I placed a kiss on his shoulder, then worked up to his neck, which caused him to
turn around. He placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek then told me I had entirely too
many clothes on.
“What should we do about that then?” I asked him.
He didn’t answer with words, only proceeded to take off my jacket, throwing it
into the chair. My tie, shirt and belt quickly joined the pile. He took off his
shoes and socks, then stared shyly back at me. I stripped the rest of the way
down to my boxers, watching as he did the same.
Not able to stand it anymore, I seized him, wanting to feel his lips on mine
again. They were tender, pliable, and needy. The warm skin of his chest pressed
against me, his hands clutched my sides, and his tongue brushed mine. My hands
traveled over every muscle of his back, and I wondered how many hours a week he
had to spend in the gym to stay like this.
Before I knew it, I was on top of him on the bed. I nearly bit his lip when my
cock rubbed against his. He wasn’t very hard yet, but it didn’t matter. The
friction he created there sent a jolt of electricity throughout my entire body.
I pressed harder, feeling him grow beneath me. Moving my mouth away from his, I
nipped and sucked at his neck, purposely leaving multiple marks of possession as
I continued lower.
When I started on his nipples, he began lightly massaging my scalp. Normally, I
didn’t let anyone do this. Especially when I had meetings in the near future.
Having nail marks across an already overly visible area tended to be
embarrassing. I allowed him to continue since his gentle touch was only
compounding every other sensation I was feeling.
“Lex.” He whispered, causing me to scoot back up and look into his eyes. He
pulled me in for another intense kiss, our bodies grinding together, burning
everywhere they touched. His fingers tickled the base of my neck causing me to
thrust hard against him and realize that I was far too close to coming. I rolled
sideways, lying on my back, panting heavily.
Moving down the bed, he removed my boxers then slid up next to me. He was on his
side, looking into my eyes, his hand caressing my stomach; all of it making me
feel ungodly mushy and romantic. It also made me want to roll him over and fuck
him deeper and harder than I’d ever fucked anyone. Though Clark didn’t seem like
the type of person who would have tolerated that too much at this point.
I felt his finger run lightly up the underside of my cock. The second time there
was more pressure, the third time, several fingers lightly caressed me. Leaning
up, he kissed me, then settled his head on my shoulder where he could watch his
hand at work. I adjusted a pillow behind my head so that I too could watch.
He wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking very lightly and very slowly. His
touch was inexperienced, and not enough to send me over, but it blissful none
the less. He squeezed a little harder, and precum dribbled out onto my stomach.
Clark ran his fingers slowly through the liquid before rubbing it over my cock.
He leaned forward and kissed the sensitive tip. A moan escaped my lips as his
whole mouth went around me. His tongue was everywhere, licking, tasting,
pleasing, yet almost unsure in its movements. With the hand not trapped between
our heated sweaty bodies, I fisted the comforter beneath us, knowing that if I
didn’t, I would have pushed Clark’s mouth further down on my cock before he was
ready.
After a few more minutes of his tongue’s gentle ministrations, he laid his head
back on my shoulder, and returned to pleasuring me with his hand. Trying not to
move too far out of his grasp, I reached for the nightstand, grabbing some lube
out of the drawer. Clark applied a generous amount to his hand then slathered it
all over me. His hand glided better, and he began moving faster along my shaft,
once again bringing me close to release.
Suddenly I felt a strange warmth on my hip. I tore my eyes away from where my
own cock was being embraced by Clark’s tight fist, and looked over to my side.
His cock was resting against me, fully erect, its dark pink coloring standing
out against my pale skin, its magenta head leaking onto my body. As I freed my
hand from between our bodies, I wondered how close he was to coming. I tickled
the tip, the only part I could comfortably reach, which caused him to squeeze me
harder.
“Yeah, just like that.” I whispered. “I’m close, baby.” I tried concentrating on
toying his cock, but he grunted and scooted out of my reach. “Please let me feel
you.” I couldn’t believe I was begging, but his cock was mine for tonight and I
wanted it. I was even considering letting him fuck me with it, and that was
something few men were allowed the opportunity to do.
Clark had seemingly eased off on the stroking. He’d built my pleasure up and was
torturing me, letting me hang on the edge, and not letting me go over.
“Please, Clark. More. Please.” This kid had reduced me to begging. Again.
Without warning, Clark removed his hand from my cock. “Please.” I whispered
again, closing my eyes.
He leaned in to kiss me, or at least tried. I kept begging ‘Please’ every time
his lips left mine, not even considering the fact that I could have easily
finished myself off with my own hand. Subconsciously I must have known that
letting him make me come would be much better. This went on for several minutes,
then I felt him roll over on top of me.
His kisses continued on, as our bodies and cocks scooted, slid, and ground
against each other. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, as if to pull him
closer to me. He pressed harder into me, moving faster and more urgently.
“Come with me, Lex.” He said, pulling away from the kiss.
“Unh.” Was the only word my brain seemed capable of forming at the time. I felt
his body tense above me, his breathing became raspy. I wanted desperately to
tell him to come, but I couldn’t. Instead, I dug my nails into his back, and
tried to push forward my own release.
“Lex!” His movements became erratic as he reached the point of no return. “You,
too.” He said, his hot come spilling out between us.
“Yeah, Clark, yeah...” I panted. My hips jerked and convulsed uncontrollably, my
body finally letting out the pleasure that had been building up since I’d first
seen Clark at the pub this evening.
I heard myself repeating Clark’s name as we continued grinding against each
other, our softening cocks trying to get every last ounce of ecstasy out of the
moment. He said nothing, keeping his face buried in my neck. A few moments
later, I released my legs from around his body, laying them back on the bed.
Clark thrust a few more times against me before relaxing completely.
His body was heavy on mine, and suddenly I didn’t want anything to do with him.
Or sex. I wanted him off of me. I was tired and wanted to go back to my own bed
– alone – so I could sleep. I pushed against him with my chest, and he rolled us
both onto our side, wrapping his arms around me. Even though this wasn’t what I
had intended, I didn’t push again, knowing he was the type who would feel
rejected.
“Alexander?” He asked quietly, kissing me on the top of my scalp. “You okay?”
“I *never* loose control like that.” My own answer surprised even me, though it
made perfect sense.
“I’m not exactly an expert, but isn’t that what this is about? Letting yourself
go in a moment of passion?”
“I guess, but that doesn’t excuse my behavior of throwing you up against a wall,
taking advantage of you before I even knew your name.”
“It’s not like I didn’t know the possibilities of what could happen when you
invited me here.”
“True, but-”
“But nothing. You didn’t plan on that happening and I didn’t plan on rubbing
myself against you like a horny teenager. It just seemed right at the time.”
He made a good point, though I still didn’t like how uncontrolled I was around
this guy.
“You know what the most important thing is?” He raised my chin so I was looking
up at him. “To me anyway?” I shook my head no. “Is that I’ve loved every minute
of it and it was much hotter than I ever could have imagined. Plus, I hope that,
um…” He was doing the blushing thing again. It made him look so adorably
fuckable. “I was hoping that we weren’t quite done here.”
“Two orgasms in less than forty-five minutes not enough for you?” I deadpanned.
I laughed when I realized he thought I was serious. “Relax, Clark. I’m not
letting you out of here without at least a couple more.”
“Promise?” His grin stretched from ear to ear. How could I say no to that?
“I promise.” I leaned up, sealing the deal with a quick kiss. “Only thing is,
I’m not the young stud I once was. I haven’t come twice in one night in years,
so it might be a while.”
“I’m not in any hurry.” He kissed me on the nose, the cheek and finally met my
lips. It was a tender, romantic kiss that was full of promise for things to come
later tonight. It also held something else that I couldn’t describe. Something I
felt deep in my gut. I ignored it, thinking it was just my body complaining
about the workout it was soon to receive.
“Wanna go for a dip in the Jacuzzi?” I asked once he pulled away from me.
“Sounds perfect. Especially since I got us all… messy.”
“You did a good job of it, too.” I smiled as I peeled myself away from him then
went into the bathroom. I put on one of the cotton robes that was hanging on the
back of the bathroom door, grabbed the other one, then went back to Clark. He
was exactly as I had left him, lying on his side, watching me from behind those
beautiful long eyelashes of his. “Get up, lazybones.” I said, holding the
garment open for him.
He slid off the bed and stepped into the robe. I tied it from behind, hugging
him, and nibbling the base of his neck.
“I thought you wanted to go relax.”
“Oh, trust me, I do.” I whispered into his ear. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t
have a little fun on the way there.”
“If you’re not careful, we might never make it there.” He said, pressing back
against me.
“That wouldn’t be all bad, now would it?”
“I guess not.” He pouted. “Though the idea of… coming with you in the hot tub
really turns me on.”
“Well then, let’s go.” I released my grip on him and guided him back across the
suite and out onto a room attached to the balcony area.
Upon entering the room, I watched as Clark shed his robe and sank down into the
tub. He made the most delicious noises as he relaxed completely in the heated
water.
“Aren’t you going to get in?” Clark was grinning as he looked up at me. “Not
that I’m not enjoying the view, I’m just kinda… lonely.” I tried my best not to
roll my eyes at the fake frown on his face.
Stripping, I slipped into the tub, and sat next to him. He rewarded me with a
bright smile that made me feel slightly melty. Feelings like that were never
good in a situation like this. I brushed it off, figuring that I was just overly
eager about not only getting off twice in one night, but also about being with
someone who seemed to care about more than just getting some.
“Has it really been years since you… you know… more than once?” Clark asked,
interrupting my thoughts.
“Yes.” I told him. “With my work schedule, I barely have a moment to myself, let
alone any kind of relationship other than business. If and when I do come, it’s
usually a quick hand job in the shower. Occasionally I’ll pick up some
businessman or woman I find at the hotels that I stay at but-”
“Women?” He looked somewhat shocked.
“I prefer guys, but sometimes women are just easier to come by than a willing
and open man. Basically for me it’s about stress relief, Clark. It’s not about
love.” I said. Figured it was best to tell the kid the truth before he did
something crazy like think this was going somewhere other than sex. “Getting
pleasure from another living body can sometimes be much better than your own
hand, you know?” I looked over at him, and he briefly nodded.
“I’ve never met anyone that was… bisexual.”
“Sure you have. They probably just didn’t admit it. I mean, how many people have
you told that you’re gay?”
Clark looked away, his hand playing on the water’s surface. “Very few.” He
finally admitted.
“My point exactly.”
“It’s just not accepted where I come from.” His tone was slightly defensive.
“It’s okay, Clark.” I said. “I didn’t admit, or even realize I was gay until I
was about twenty eight.”
“How’d you know?”
“I guess I was always in denial about it. I wanted guys, but wasn’t sure how it
would affect the company, so I just kept going out with girls. Then one night my
sister’s boyfriend and I got a little beyond drunk and fucked each other’s
brains out. Three of the best days in my life.”
“Three days!” Clark exclaimed. His eyes were practically bugged out of his head.
“Pretty much non stop, too. At least it was after we got over that next morning
‘what the hell did we do?’ trauma.”
“What did your sister say when she found out?”
“Lena’s still bitter about it, but more about the fact that I figured out he was
gay before she did. Anyway, once I’d had the pleasure of knowing what it was
like to have someone inside of me, and returning the favor to him, I couldn’t go
back.
Clark nodded.
“So what about you?” I asked him. “How did you figure out that girls weren’t
your thing?”
“Well, all I knew at the time was that my girlfriend of three years no longer
got me… excited. Nor did any other girl. I got really worried that something was
seriously wrong with me because nothing turned me on. Then I went to my first
day of physics at the university. Five minutes into class I spotted the
teacher’s aide. He’s not the kind most guys fall for – total science geek with
this mop of mussed red hair – but I couldn’t stop staring at him. It didn’t take
long for my body to get excited over him. Really excited. For the first time in
months…” He reached down and gently began stroking himself, and it was obvious
that thinking about the TA still turned him on. “I could no longer stand it and
had to leave about halfway through class. I locked myself in our dorm bathroom
and hopped into the shower, thinking that would cool me off, but instead, I just
kept thinking about him and kept… relieving myself. Over and over, almost like I
was making up for lost time or something. Anyway, when I was worn out, I sank
down onto the floor embarrassed and ashamed about who I was thinking about and
what I was doing.”
“You’ve never told anyone about that, have you?” I asked quietly.
“No.” He looked away from me, stilling his hand. “I grew up in such a remote
conservative area that the only thing I learned about homosexuality was that it
was wrong. Hell, I didn’t even know what it was until I was seventeen. I’d just
figured it was some kind of weird sex position. After that night in the shower,
I read up on my supposed condition and was so relieved that I wasn’t a freak.”
“But you still left.” I stated.
He nodded. “My parents would have been crushed if I’d have told them about
myself. And I didn’t want to hurt my girlfriend either, so I found an overseas
writing job and took off. I probably could have just gone to the nearest big
city, yet I needed some distance from who I’d been and who I wanted to be. Only
problem is, after four years, I still feel like the same person.”
“No doubt you’ve changed, though. It’s probably subtle things that you don’t
realize because you’re with yourself everyday. When you do return home, they’ll
notice. And even though they love you, they’ll tell you all about your new so
called flaws.”
“Great.” He frowned. “Another fun thing to look forward to-”
“I went through the same thing with my family, Clark. My dad even still acts
like this is a phase that I’ll grow out of. The main thing you have to remember
is that you need to be true to yourself, even though it’s easier to conform and
turn into who they want you to be.” I thought for a moment, then added, “Promise
me that you’ll be yourself when you return.”
“Okay.” But he seemed like he was only half serious.
“I’m serious, Clark. Promise me.” There I was begging again, but for whatever
reason, I felt like I needed him to agree.
“I promise.”
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