I kissed him good morning and asked him what he was working on. He told me it was a list of things that still needed to be done for the wedding. It was, after all, only four days away. I don’t know where he got this schedule from, after all who says it really has to be so soon, but it was important to him. We were just outside of Oklahoma, so he told me that tomorrow we would arrive in town and try to find a Shawnee shaman to conduct the ceremony.
“I still want to invite Ike,” Taylor said, “Especially since we somehow ended up back home.”
I told him that it was a good idea. He joked that I should really be doing all the work, after all, I did lose the ‘no sex until married’ bet and I was his slave. I asked him how long it would take for me to work off my servitude and he said that it was for life, somehow that made me feel good. Still, he hadn’t let us have sex since then, and I was dying for it.
“As long as I’ve lost the bet, Taylor, why not join me back in bed. We still have some time before the others get up,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“Told ya, you couldn’t last, Jax” Taylor joked. “You’re a sex fiend. Did you know that?”
He was goading me on, and I knew that I was one to meet his challenge.
I bent down to his ear and whispered, in my most seductive voice, “I’ll make it worth your while. Come on.”
Taylor has more resolve than I do. He said that he needed to get some of the things done on the list before we met the other guys for breakfast. He walked over to the phone and called Ike. Neither of us had gotten dressed yet, so the sight of him walking across the room to the phone in only those baggy, blue boxers made me more excited and frustrated.
“Hey, Ike,” he said into the phone, “It’s me, Taylor. Yeah. I know, I know.... but the tour can go on without us....”
He went on, explaining to Ike that he and Zac were ok, and telling him some of the things we had seen on the road. Just small talk, trying to calm Ike down. He’s a nice guy, but way too concerned with touring and the concerts for Taylor’s taste. Tay just wants to relax sometimes and be a kid, I think. He wants to be away from the screaming crowds and the noise and performing sometimes.
“Ike, I am calling to request the honor of your presence at the wedding of Taylor Hanson to Jaxsper Finn. Yeah..... We’re really going to do it. We’re going to get married. We didn’t have time to print up formal invitations because the wedding is in four days.... uh huh four days.... I know it’s short notice but it would mean so much to me if you would be there. In fact, I won’t go through with it unless you are. You can come, right Ike?”
Taylor twirled his hair as he talked to his brother. He does that when he’s nervous. I find it sexy as Hell! Plus, his mouth gets dry when he’s nervous, so he had to keep licking those full, pink lips of his. He is so sexy, I had to have him.
I stood up, leaning against the desk, facing Taylor and started slowly stroking my erection through my boxers, right in front of him. I listened to him trying to make small talk to Ike, pretending not to notice me. I thought, “No way am I letting you get away.”
Now, I was going to raise it to the next level. I seductively stripped out of my boxers, and Taylor’s eyes bugged out of his head. Without realizing it, he licked his lips again. Slowly, I walked towards him, letting my now hard dick bounce back and forth as I grew ever closer. I watched as his own dick started to tent out in his pants.
Taylor kept talking to Ike, but he could barely pay attention. He motioned for me to be quiet, but I wouldn’t have it.
I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest, straightening him up and fully embracing him from behind. My rigid cock crushed flat against his butt. I pulled his long, blond hair up and placed my lips lightly on the nape of his neck. I know that when I kiss him there, it drives him wild. I lightly danced my fingers up his naked chest to his delicate throat, the talented instrument of my lover. I could feel the vibrations in his throat as he tried to talk to his brother. My fingers danced along his neck, over his chin, and traced along his lips.
I placed my other hand on his flat stomach and moved it down as far as the elastic of his boxers. I looked over his shoulder to see his dick rise to meet me. He was fully hard now, straining upward for my touch. I moved my hand back up again, across his stomach in a slow dragging movement.
Taylor made a small, involuntary arch with his body, pushing himself back into me ever so slightly. I was so close to his ear now, I could hear Ike through the phone asking if Taylor was ok. Tay just grunted that he was. Still, he resisted my charms and slapped my hand away.
I could have taken this as a ‘not interested’ but I knew better. I moved in front of him and dropped to my knees. I reached out for the waistband of his boxers to pull them down. Taylor grabbed with his free hand trying to stop me, but I was too fast for him. I gave his hand a little nip with my teeth. He pulled away, allowing me to strip him bare. Before he could say otherwise, his boxers were down around his ankles. I lifted his feet one at a time so I could pull them away, tossing them over my shoulder.
I sat back on the balls of my feet now, in awe of his beautiful cock. I begin to trace the lines of it with both of my hands. Taylor gave a half-hearted try to push me away, but he really didn’t want this to end. He continued talking to Ike, about nothing really, pretending that everything was perfectly normal.
My tongue stretched out to tease his cockhead. My own dick demanded attention but I restrained myself, keeping all my focus on pleasing and teasing Taylor. In one smooth movement, I take him into my mouth. I hear Taylor gasp, then mumble into the phone some lame explanation. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall with one hand and stroking my hair with the other. He cradled the phone between his neck and shoulder, as he said goodbye.
“Jax, you really are a sex fiend,” he says as he finally hung up the phone, “You wanted it and now you’re going to get it.”
With that, he pushed my face down further on his shaft and moved his hips gently forward. He is lightly thrust himself back and forth, in and out of my lips. I keep up a suction and enjoy the ride. My hands reach around to grasp his ass, pulling him towards me more.
It only takes a few minutes. Taylor cries out that he is cumming and pushes himself deep into my mouth. It is filled with his hot cum. It flows filling my cheeks and leaking out of my lips.
Taylor leans forward more, balancing his body against the wall, as I keep my lip lock on him, draining him of every drop. His breathing is ragged, and he is slightly sweating. Once satisfied, I rise and wrap my arms around his now weakened body, embracing him in a loving hug.
Our moment of bliss is shattered by an instant knock on the door.
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Taylor quickly tugged his clothes on, and I barely had a chance to get dressed myself before he opened the door and let Zac burst in.
“Zac, perfect timing. Come in, be a part of ours lives,” I say sarcastically. It was my turn to get some from Taylor after all.
“I’m glad that you’re happy to see me, Jax,” Zac says. His eyes look down to see my still unattended to erection, “Really happy to see me it looks like.”
Zac tosses a stack of tabloids onto the bed.
“Well, I got good news and bad news. Here’s the bad news,” he said picking up one of the tabloids. “Well I don’t know if you can actually call these things news, but anyway.... have you seen these headlines? ‘Taylor Hanson In Wedding Mystery. All Of The Internet Is Invited’.”
Zac picked up another. This one had a comment from a ‘teen actor who chose to remain anonymous’. He told the paper that Taylor Hanson ran off with some homeless run-a-way he picked up in the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Zac laughed as he read that.
“You know that’s gotta be Sage,” Zac said, “That guy should take himself to Harvard and check in with their science department. They need to document that the lowest form of life has been discovered. It’s ok though, Tay. Just wait until the tabloids get the dirt I sent them on Sage. If you can’t beat them, join them. He’s got enough skeletons in his closet to keep them on his back for months. Fight fire with fire, I say.”
Maybe we’re cursed or something. The more I think about it, we really shouldn’t be advertising this whole wedding thing. I told Taylor just that.
“Jaxsper, honey,” Taylor told me, “We are getting married because our being together is bigger than anything that has ever been. It’s destiny. This is our life. We declined to comment to the tabloids, end of story. There’s always rumors about us. They also say were immigrants from Sweden, and that I used to have a girlfriend named Ashley who cheated on me, so I broke up with her. What's so funny is I do have a friend named Ashley, but he’s a guy!”
Taylor joked that he always had a crush on this Ashley guy, but never did anything about it, but assured me not to worry. Not that I did, about that at least.
I asked Zac what was the good news he came to tell us. He showed us a few more of the tabloids. One of them said that Taylor was missing because he was away at a drug rehab center, and another one claimed he was spotted chasing after some girl he met in England. Zac said the good news was that with so many conflicting stories, the true one would probably get lost in the confusion.
“And this one,” Zac said, holding up another tabloid, “says that space aliens will soon visit the Earth. So you know that all the papers will be too busy with that to focus on you two. If you think about it, you can see why these things are so popular. The truth is out there, you know.”
I picked up and read one of the articles. This was the one where they quote the ‘unidentified teen actor’.
“Taylor,” Zac said, reading it over my shoulder, “the next time Jax is away, promise me that you will never, ever have sex with anyone like Sage or some other ass like him.”
“You got it, Zac. I’ve sworn off asses....well..... ‘cept, you know, Jax’s of course,” Taylor said looking at me.
“Ewwww,” Zac groaned. “If you keep that up, I’m leaving.”
That sounded like a good idea to me, then I could get back to Taylor.
“Why are you here this early anyway, Zac?” I asked.
“Ahhh, Quick and X are washing the car, getting it all shiny for the ceremony I guess. You know me, if there’s work to be done, I’m gone. Hey, Jax, you got a little schmutz on your mouth there,” he said, motioning for me to wipe what I hope he didn’t know was a drop of cum from my mouth.
Zac picked up Taylor’s checklist and read it aloud. He said that we should add ‘writing our wedding vows’ to the list. This surprised me. I was still sort of uncomfortable about publicly declaring my love for another guy.
I told Taylor that I’m an actor, I’m better at reading lines written by someone else than actually writing anything myself. If I had to write something, it would just end up one big cliché.
“Cliché?” Zac said, “You’re whole story is cliché, Jax. Think about it. Boy meets girl, boy tells girl he loves her. Boy is kept from girl by third party. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl again. It’s all cliché....well except the girl is Taylor.”
"Don’t pay any attention to him,” Taylor said. “It’ll be easy to write something, Jax. Just write from the heart. Sometimes I go away and just write a poem or even a song. The ideas just flow out of me.”
I told him that I would try, but I wasn’t sure if I could do it. Taylor handed me some
paper and a pen. I sat there for about five minutes, but nothing came. It didn’t help that
Zac was staring at me the whole time. It was as if he was trying to get me going, he was
deliberately annoying me.
“How embarrassing!” Zac said pretending to make a concerned face when he saw that nothing was coming to me, “I mean after you invited all those people, and on the internet no less. What are you going to tell everyone? I got it. If you can’t think of what to say, maybe you can give your vows in mime. You can dress up in costume and put white makeup on your face. I mean this wedding is turning into a circus anyway. Why not go whole hog.”
Zac said that he had to go to the bathroom, but expected me to keep working while he was gone. At least that gave me a moment alone with Taylor.
“Don’t let him bother you, Jax,” Tay said, “He gets like that sometimes. He just does it to hide his true feelings. I think, deep down, he’s jealous. He wants someone to love him. Zac’s funny, really. He can see what’s best for everyone but himself. He’s just joking with you.”
Zac came back into the room and asked if I came up with anything yet.
“No. Perhaps I love Taylor more than words can say,” I answered.
“See, it’s when he says things like that, that I realize why I love him,” said Taylor, kissing me.
That elicited another “Ewww” from Zac.
I wrote something on the paper.
“Finally,” said Zac, coming over to see it. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
His eyes bugged out when he read my note to him.
“Hey, that paper is cussing at me, and you spelled that wrong!” he yelled.
“No he didn’t.” said Taylor, “You just can’t read his handwriting. Here, let me help you.”
Taylor took the paper from me and wrote a few more words on it for Zac. “There you go, Zac. That’s for you from Jax and me.”
“Well, if you guys are going to be that way about it, maybe I’ll just leave. See you at breakfast,” Zac said.
He pretended to go off in a huff, closing the door behind him.
“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Taylor asked.
Then he smiled and reached out for my pants.
Quick and X sat in his car, just before breakfast.
“I mean, you don’t have your memory, right? How do you know that you don’t know how to drive? Maybe you do and you just forgot. I think driving is like riding a bicycle. You never truly forget.”
“Yeah,” said X, “It’s just like riding a bicycle. Except for the motor and all the noise, and the pollution and stuff.”
Quick tried to keep the conversation flowing. They had a while before it was time to meet Jaxsper and Taylor for breakfast. That left Quick and X alone together. All morning Quick felt uncomfortable around X. He acted sort of distant. Not enough for anyone to notice, well except for Zac.
“That’s probably why Zac went off to bug Tay and Jax,” thought Quick. “He stuck the two of us together to talk this out.”
Zac didn’t know what was making Quick all that uncomfortable, though. Quick was going crazy inside, thinking about last night and how he watched X masturbating in front of his computer.
The guilt trip hit Quick big time. How he watched the boy at such a private moment. How that made him feel. The thought of X playing with himself over a fantasy story written by Quick was just too much. He half wished that he had just gone into the bedroom last night. He was pretty sure X wouldn’t have kicked him out. Then again, who knows? Who really knows what part X was reading? Maybe he didn’t feel the same way Quick did.
He laid awake all morning wondering how to push things further with this mystery boy, but Quick didn’t know how. He wished things could be simple. That there could be some light that would shine over the heads of all the gay people in the world. X seemed like he was in the same boat, trying to figure out what to do. It’s hard enough for a boy to tell a girl that he likes her. It’s ten times harder for a boy to tell another boy. What if you’re wrong, and the other guy isn’t gay? What if they are gay, but they don’t like you? What if they think you’re a freak for having those kind of feelings.
There was only two things Quick did when he was feeling bad. One was work on his computer, but that was out! The other was to drive his car.
“There’s no time like the present. Ready for your first driving lesson? I can’t be the only one on this trip who knows how to drive. You look old enough to have known how to drive before you lost your memory. You are over 16, right?”
This affected X in the wrong way. His eyes grew distant again.
He said, “I’m sorry that I can’t remember. I don’t even know how old I am. Isn’t that dumb? Here I am in the prime of my life and I'm a blank slate. What's wrong with me?"
Quick assured him that there was nothing wrong with him, and that nothing clears a head better than a nice long drive. He handed his keys over to X and told him to fire up the engine.
The car was a stick shift. It took X awhile to it into first gear without stalling. Finally, he did. X hit the gas and the car jerked forward. Quick’s head wobbled as the car lurched back and forth. Starting and stopping. He loved that car, and it wasn’t even his. Still, he decided to trust X with it. He looked over at X, as the car popped back out of gear and stalled.
X had chocolate-brown eyes, dark as night but soft as two clouds. It was X’s eyes that kept drawing Quick’s attention. Though they were deep as tunnels, they hid nothing. Quick was almost sure that X liked him. He could see it. He was sure. How could he saw it, he didn’t know. What his next step would be, Quick didn’t know. Instead, Quick just looked away, staring at the parking lot ahead. He felt like he had seen all the way into X’s soul and that bothered Quick for some reason. It felt funny seeing that far into another guy.
Quick reached over and placed his hand on top of X’s. He guided him into the proper gear with a slow, easy touch. X made no attempt to pull his hand away. A smile grew on his face. His smile was so friendly and child-like that Quick couldn’t’ help but let down his guard and smile back.
“I like him.” Quick thought, “In spite of his deep eyes, or maybe because of them, I like him. And I don’t really even know him. It’s so strange.”
X only had to drive the car to the other end of the hotel parking lot anyway. The hotel manager said that there was a hose and buckets over there, and that they could use them to wash the car. Quick decided that the car needed a nice washing after having driven it through five states. Plus, it was a nice distraction from the situation at hand.
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The got out and started to wash the car together. Quick couldn’t help but hungrily check X out in his tight jeans. X didn’t really have any clothes with him, so they had to improvise. Quick donated a pair of his, but they didn’t exactly fit X. Still, the tightness accentuated X’s body.
X helped Quick soap up the car, leaning far over to reach the furthest part of the hood, giving Quick a nice view of his ass. He found it hard to keep his eyes off of the boy, and he couldn’t believe that X didn’t notice.
“The perfect opportunity,” thought Quick, as he wound his towel up tight.
WHAM! He snapped the wet towel at X’s ass. Probably the best snap he had ever done. Even through the denim, it had to have stung. X howled and spun around to Quick’s broadly grinning face.
X reached out to grab him, but Quick avoided his reach and raced away. X grabbed a bucket full of soapy water and was soon in hot pursuit.
“Wait till I get my hands on you,” he heard X yell.
As X dumped the soapy water on Quick, he thought about how sexy he looked. His now wet t-shirt clung to his body, showing off the outline of his chest and dipping in slightly at his belly button. Not much was left to the imagination. He could see every contour of his muscles.
Quick shook his head fiercely, splashing some of the water back off his long hair. He looked down and realized that he was hard now. His erection pointed right back at X, tenting out his damp pants. He looked back up at X and wondered if he noticed. He wondered if X was going to toss all caution to the winds and knock him back onto the grass.
Then it happened. X tackled Quick backwards onto the grass, just as Quick hoped. X was on top of him in a second. Both boys were overcome in a fit of laughter as Quick tried to wrestle X off of him. As strong as Quick was, X seemed that much stronger. That only spurred Quick on, since he prided himself on his strength and his ability to fight. X mocked him as he tried to subdue the boy underneath him. Quick was determined to keep struggling though, and keep a minimum of physical contact going as long as he could. He was still hard after all, and wasn’t sure how X would react.
It was no use. As hard as X was to restrain, the bulge in Quick’s pants was even harder. Quick did manage to get an arm up between X’s legs in an attempt to throw him off, only to brush against his crotch accidentally. Quick thought he could tell that the other boy was hard too. Still, he hoped that X would take the initiative and grope him first.
Quick finally broke loose of X’s hold and turned the tables on him. He quickly flipped up and over, spinning the boy on top, landing him down on the bottom. Now it was Quick who had X pinned.
For the first time their crotches pressed together. Quick thought for sure that he could feel X now. He had X pinned down on the floor in triumph and demanded that X give up. X refused and thrust his hips up off the floor trying to throw Quick off. Of course that also resulted in X rubbing his crotch against Quick’s. To X’s delight, Quick pushed back down, trying to restrain him, and for a few moments we dueled with their bulging dicks.
Quick held X’s arms back against the grass and looked down into his eyes. He could feel the boy’s hard on pressing against his own as he tried to restrain the bucking bronco beneath him. The frantic rubbing and bouncing took Quick right over the edge. He couldn’t help it. He erupted, exploding into his jeans. The look on his face, Quick was sure, told X exactly what was happening. Quick was embarrassed and excited all at the same time. He always hid his feelings. This was the closest he had been to a boy, ever.
X was dumbfounded. He released Quick, rolling off and quickly rising to stand above him. Quick couldn’t move for a second. He could only watch as X glanced down at the small wet spot forming on Quick’s pants.
“Let that be a lesson to you,” X finally said, breaking the silence. “I might have been beat up, but that doesn’t mean I can’t put up a good struggle if I have to.”
X helped Quick up. Both boys were still covered in wet grass. Quick, not knowing what the next move was, looked down at his watch and said that it was getting near time to meet Jaxsper and Taylor for breakfast. He started to walk back over to his car.
He only took a step or two before X grabbed him by the wrist, spinning him back around.
Quick turned to face him, and their eyes met for the world’s longest second. Then, X leaned forward and kissed Quick on the cheek.
“Thanks,” X said, “for helping me forget my troubles. Even if it’s only for a little while.”
Quick’s mouth dropped open. He was shocked. It seemed like nothing happened for a long time. He didn’t look away and neither did X. Then, his eyes lowered to X lips. He just stared at them for a second. Quick could still feel them on his cheek, the warmth of them, the smoothness, the magic. This wasn’t as hard as Quick thought. Maybe X had been having the same kind of thoughts he had.
Quick leaned forward and kissed him back, right on the lips. It was a quick kiss, an innocent kiss, full of trepidation. It was Quick’s first, and the only one that X could remember. X didn’t pull away. In fact, he put his hand on the back of Quick’s neck and pressed his mouth tighter to his.
The boys pulled back. They smiled and licked their lips, getting them wet, and then kissed again.
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Zac came stormed accross the parking lot. Imagine the things that Jax and Tay wrote to him. He was only trying to help Jax write his wedding vows. The nerve! Still, it was kinda funny watching Jax squirm every time he mentioned how many people would be watching them get married.
Then, Zac saw it. Quick and X kissing each other.
"What is this? Noah's Ark?" he said to himself. "Why is everybody paired up these days except me?"
He couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of loneliness and jealousy.
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