BLUE SKY - II by reid
-2-
"How many of these drawings do you have?" I asked Teddy, carefully untacking the paper.
"I don't know," He said over his shoulder, "Be careful, though."
I shook my head and set the brightly colored work down on the pile. It seemed like every week for the two years he'd worked there, Teddy had brought home six or seven drawings done for him by the kids he worked with. He treated each one, regardless of it's decipherability, as if they were a first draft of the Mona Lisa, hanging them on the wall in our living room. After two years, three of the four walls were covered completely with the drawings, some having had to be heartbreakingly covered by others.
"Do I have to look at all the ones with the hearts?" I sighed, lingering over the pictures drawn by Teddy's admiring young female audience.
"Hell yeah," He said, "It keeps you from forgetting how good you have it."
I chuckled and continued to stack the drawings with the utmost care. I'd unpapered about half of the three walls and it had produced two tall stacks. Underneath some of the drawings were pictures taken at soccer games and other functions that the rec center had held. My heart warmed at it, as much as I hated to admit it. Teddy's devotion to his work was really mindblowing when I thought about it.
Just as I stepped down from the footstool, I felt Teddy wrap his arms around my waist. Hugging me from behind, he squeezed me softly. My knees still felt a little weak whenever he did that. His warm lips pressed into my neck and I had to close my eyes, the world getting more than a little hazy.
"You sure you're okay with this?" He asked, leaning his forehead on my shoulder.
"Sure. Maybe living on foreign soil will get rid of this damn writer's block."
He kissed me on the neck again, "Maybe cumming on foreign soil will help, too."
Like clockwork, I felt myself begin to tingle very pleasurably. Teddy noticed my sudden tensing and slid his hands down over my stomach and onto my groin. Slowly, he squeezed my rapidly stiffening penis with his long fingers. Teddy undid the drawstring around my pajama pants and pulled them down slowly, taking my underwear with them. I hitched my breath in quickly and resisted the urge to grab his hands and pull them away.
Instead, I turned around and met him face to face. Teddy looked up and me and smiled. His handsome, confident smile that I first thought was insufferably arrogant. Now it just knocked me over like a huge comical dildo-shaped wrecking ball.
Not waiting for a smart-ass remark, I leaned down and kissed him. His warm lips pressing again mine as I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling him do the same to me. The taste of his warm mouth was like some fantastic sugar syrup. I moved to his neck and licked the skin tenderly, tasting the salt of his sweat and feeling his pulse against my tongue.
"You drunk yet?" He said softly.
I grunted in the negative, not moving my mouth from his neck.
"Good," He said, his voice a little unsteady as he swallowed, "I want to be the only brown liquor you get drunk off of."
I stopped kissing his neck and looked at him. The expression on my face must have been so comically taken aback because Teddy couldn't help but laugh. I shook my head and went back to his neck, hungrily sucking at his skin, before wrapping my arms around the small of his back and lifting him upwards. He murmured and sucked at my earlobe.
Gently, I carried him over to the couch, easily supporting his weight in my arms. With his foot, he shoved a few boxes off the cushion and slid down my body. He laid down, spreading his legs underneath me. Slowly, I lowered myself down between his legs and onto his chest, feeling the hot stiffness of his cock through his blue Umbro shorts. When my stomach pressed into him, I felt it throb. It must have been painful because Teddy moaned and thrust his hips upward to relieve the pressure.
Locking our lips together again, I ran my hands up under his shirt, drawing another moan out of him. His heaving stomach felt hot under my palms and I felt his thick happy trail against my skin. As Teddy slid his tongue in my mouth, I trailed my fingertips up and onto his stiff nipples, teasing the very tip with my fingernail. I knew how much that drove him crazy and I used it to my advantage.
Teddy squirmed under me and I raised off of him, just long enough to allow him to pull his t-shirt off. As it was just clearing his collar bone, I pounced and held it down, keeping his arms and head covered. He groaned in protest as I lowered my face to his bare chest and kissed his pecs, first lightly and then with more pressure. I licked my way across the hot skin and onto his dark brown nipples, sucking first the left one to full stiffness and then the right. When I teased the areola with my tongue, I felt his cock throb in his shorts and he squirmed again.
Slowly and with careful, deliberate ease, I licked down between his pecs and over the soft, black hairs that had dusted across his chest. My palm traveled up and over his heart, feeling it pound deep inside. I smiled and licked downwards as he arched his back, moaning with desperate need. After a sadistic pause, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and worked them down one side at a time.
I couldn't help but lick my lips as the strip on his stomach spread into his tuft of pubic hair. Drops of sweat hung in the wavy strands as I pulled his shorts down even more, exposing the first few inches of his hard cock. The waistband slid down further and when it cleared the head of his uncut tool, the throbbing shaft flew up and smacked against his stomach. He moaned through the t-shirt and I shivered, the fleshy sound being one of my true weaknesses.
When Teddy moaned, I looked up and smiled. His head covered by the white t-shirt and his arms stretched up, all that was visible was his stomach, chest, and armpits. I had to wage a Herculean battle against the urge to dig my fingers into the tufs of hair and tickle him. Instead, I looked down and let my lips hover over his cock slit.
My tongue slid down between my lips and I could feel the heat from his cock on my tastebuds. When it touched the tender skin of his cockhead, Teddy yelped and bucked his hips. His sweaty ballsack thumped my chin softly and the smell was nearly too much for me to resist. I pressed the tip of my tongue to his exposed helmet and curled it around the head, sliding down as slowly as I could while still maintaining my sanity.
Teddy's thick cock trobbed on my tonge, the vein swelling as I closed my lips slowly around the head. Gradually, I began to suck and move my mouth up and down, feeling his thick precum working it's way out the shaft. It hit my tongue and I swallowed, moving my mouth up and down with more and more speed. Teddy's hips thrust upward slightly and I grabbed his tight ass and held him down on the couch.
He moaned again. I knew how he liked to be held down.
Even as I held him down, his hips still tried to thrust against my hands, and he groaned deeply. I knew what was coming as his balls drew him tight to his shaft, nestling themselves like a tennis ball against my chin. As he pushed his hips upward with a final tension, his spread legs hardened and pressed into the couch cushions.
The first shot of cum was like a watery jet from a squirt gun that hit the back of my throat. The next was much thicker and roped from his cockhead with a thick splatter-effect on my tongue. Teddy's hips shook and his legs spasmed under me, his back arched as the last few shots of his cum dribbled into my mouth.
I held his cock in my mouth, gently sucking the last drops of cum from the head. He lowered his hips back onto the couch and he softened gradually. I let his limp tool drop from my mouth, still slick with my saliva and I slid up the couch and straddled his hips.
He still had the t-shirt pulled up over his head and the part covering his forehead was damp with sweat. His armpits were damp too and drops of sweat clung to his sparse chest hairs. I smiled and lowered myself down, my chest and stomach pressing against his hot, damp mass of flesh and muscle.
Curling my fingers under the white fabric of his shirt, I pushed it up slightly and exposed only his mouth. After he gasped in the open air, I gently touched my lips against his and kissed him. Teddy murmured, still in the post-orgasmic rush, and slid his tongue into my mouth slowly. We laid there, kissing and sweating on each other for quite a while until I felt him close his thighs around my own hard cock.
I moaned into his mouth and using only his legs, Teddy held me captive. Our kissing began to get more rushed and frantic as I tried to pull my hips upward. My natural urge sent me back down, thrusting myself between his granite-like thighs. My hips bucked and thrusted as I fucked the warm, sweaty moud of his legs. When my body tensed, Teddy sucked my tongue into his mouth and clamped his thighs on my erection.
My fingers dug into the soft flesh of his hips and I buried my dick deep between his quadriceps as far as I could go. My cock throbbed and I came in a hot jolt of pleasure, feeling his leg hairs tickle my slit. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding and jumping in my chest and I felt Teddy thrust his hips upward, lifting me with him and sending my cock into the hot crevice under his scrotum. Several more thick shots of cum squirted out of me before I shivered and came back down from cloud nine.
Teddy relaxed his thighs and I slid my cock out from between them, laying my head on his chest. I listened to the quick thumping of his heart as it slowed into a relaxed, post-coital rhythym. I drew my hand up onto his defined stomach and stroked his happy trail, curling the hairs with my fingers. Above my head, I felt Teddy work his t-shirt the rest of the way off and toss it in the floor beside the couch.
He reached down and stroked my hair softly. I crawled up a bit and laid ontop of him, my lips barely brushing his cheek. Teddy slid his arms around me and held me to him, his body feeling so warm and spongy beneath me. He slowly turned his head and kissed me softly, moistly sucking on my lower lip. I felt myself shiver again, goosebumps raising on my bare back and shoulders.
Teddy smiled, "You good?"
I nuzzled the nape of his neck, "I've been worse. You?"
"I'm all right." He breathed, stroking my hair again.
I didn't say anything. I just inhaled, filling my noise with his scent again. The hot, musky air of his sex still clung to the skin and I savored it. I felt the bristly hairs of his armpit against my forearm. I drew my tongue across his neck and to his Adams Apple, feeling him squirm and moan softly under me.
We laid there together for quite a while. I drew my fingertips over his stomach and into his belly button, tracing patterns over the warm skin. I drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling his chest moving up and down under me. At some point, I reached up and ran the tip of my thumb over his chin, feeling the patchy stubble.
At some point, I fell asleep because when I came back around into reality, the sun set and night had fallen. The living room was dark and Teddy's relaxed body beneath me was still. I raised my heat from his chest and rubbed my eyes, trying to get my bearings straight. Slowly, I sat up and slid off of Teddy, my skin rubbing against his in a delightfully velvet-like fashion.
In the dark room, I picked my way between the boxes and stacks of books on the floor. After nearly tripping over Teddy's gym bag and breaking my neck, I fumbled with the switch on the brightest lamp in the room. It clicked into place and a soft yellow glow filled the room. I yawned and clumsily pulled my pajama pants back on, wincing at the hot cloth on my sensitive skin.
On the couch behind me, Teddy stirred and rolled over. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he leveraged his shorts off the floor and pulled them on. As he flipped his t-shirt back around proper, I sat down on a box and stacked up the drawings I'd dropped on the floor. In the humid evening heat, sweat beaded on my forehead and I wiped it away, thinking for a moment about what the heat of summertime Japan would do to my hyperactive sweatglands.
"Are you ready for your last day?" I asked, setting the drawings in an empty box.
Teddy yawned, "I'm trying to convince myself that I am."
I looked up, "But you're not?"
He stretched out on the couch, "I just feel bad. Like I'm going to be cheating on them with other kids."
"You're a sick little man," I said with a smile, "You're so devoted that even though you're going to help others, you still feel guilty."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Teddy, you're gonna work with kids that have been treated like they're retarded for most of their lives. The kids you work with now are doing great and you're getting an incredible opportunity to do good elsewhere," I mopped my brow and sighed, "You don't have anything to feel bad about."
He got up off the sofa and sat down next to me on the box, "I know... but still..."
I draped my arm around his broad shoulders, "We can't have any kind of debaucherous fun if you're going to be beating yourself up the whole time."
He looked at me wanly, "Sorry. I'll try and be less somber."
I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him close to me at the same time. He smiled and nudged me in the ribs with his elbow.
"We have to shower." He said, yawning again.
This was news to me.
"Why?"
"We're going out to eat."
I made a sour face and set down the stack of drawings.
"Why? Can't we just have ice cream and beer like we always do?"
He smiled and got up off the box. I couldn't resist watching his leg muscles flex and stretch as he stood up. His tattoos constricted with the movement. I let my head fall and felt the sweat drop from my forehead. The things that kid did to me, I couldn't comprehend sometimes.
"I have to get you used to the native cuisine." He said as he walked into the kitchen.
I smirked, "Teddy, how many times have you eaten Japanese food?"
"That's not the point," He said indignantly, "The point is that you need to be more receptive to the indigenous food of the land in which we're going to be living for the next six months."
I stood up and rubbed the back of my neck. My feet dragged against the polished wood of the living room floor. I yawned and blinked my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The thought of actually leaving the house to eat didn't sound very appealing when the heat index was past 85 degrees. Leaning against the doorframe of the laundry room, I watched Teddy pulling clean clothes out of the dryer.
"Is this a nice place?" I asked with trepidation.
"It's in Brentwood."
The look of disgust on my face must have been predictable. Teddy stood up and tossed my best pants at me. I caught the $150 Eddie Bauer khakis and folded them over my forearm. Huffing theatrically, I turned around and shuffled towards the bathroom. As I walked away, Teddy snapped me on the ass with a rolled up towel.
On my way to the bathroom, a shudder ran through me.
What the hell was I doing going to - Brentwood?
-3-
En Sushi was an interesting place, to be sure. I hadn't eaten at many Japanese restaurants in my life, zero to be exact, so the customs and atmosphere were completely and totally foreign to me. The hostess led us to a small table and I looked down at it, skeptically.
Lowering myself onto the floor, I crossed my legs under the table. After some shifting, I managed to prevent my knees from pressing into the surface with discomfort. It didn't matter much because a few seconds later, I had to pull my legs back out and take off my shoes. I readjusted myself as Teddy did the same on the opposite side.
As much as I didn't like the decor or pageantry of going out, Teddy always managed to make up for it. As cute and doable as he looked when he was dressing casual, he had a certain knack for looking very handsome and well groomed. When he wanted to be.
Pulling myself away, I opened the menu and perused it. I wasn't at all sure what to order or how to indicate the proper proportions. I sighed and closed it, laying it on the glass table.
"Okay, I give up. Where's the decoder ring?"
Teddy smiled but before he could answer, the waitress returned, carrying a delicate-looking carafe and two small glasses.
"Sake?" She asked.
Teddy shook his head and ordered in Japanese. I watched, impressed, as he rattled off the strange language. The waitress looked impressed as well as she scribbled down the order. In that moment, I didn't feel as nervous about leaving the country as I had before. If he could show that sort of capability, I really had no reason to worry.
I shook my head and took a sip of the green tea. Of all the customary drinks to have, it had to be the one that I just couldn't gain a taste for.
"Why didn't we want sake?" I asked.
He cleared his throat, "It's rice wine."
"So?"
"So - it's not really 'right' to drink it with sushi," He shrugged, "And - there's better Japanese stuff to drink."
I tapped the glass, "Like 500 proof sugar water?"
Teddy didn't answer. Instead, he unfolded his legs and wiggled his bare foot up into the crook of my bent knee. I reached down and played with the frayed cuff of his jeans, pushing it up slowly. I ran my fingers up over his ankle and over the gap in the bone, feeling his warm, soft skin. He giggled slightly as I ran my fingertips over his calf, feeling the smoothness of the tattooed skin.
"You love those tattoos, don't you?" He said, shaking his head with faux-superciliousness.
I wrinkled my nose and pulled the leg of his jeans back down. He smiled and wiggled his toes, squirming as I ran my fingers between them. I couldn't resist the urge to tickle him slightly, flicking my fingernails across the soft skin of his sole. Teddy thrashed and tried to pull his leg away.
"Cut it out!" He laughed.
"Are you going to be more respectful?" I asked in a serious tone.
"Yes! Yes, I'll be respectful!"
I released his foot and he pulled it back to his side of the table. I unfolded my own leg and nudged him in the thigh. When Teddy grabbed for my foot, I pulled it back just out of his reach. We both laughed at the immaturity of our actions. While he was distracted, I pushed my foot back over and into his knee, toppling him backwards.
After he had righted himself but before he could retaliate, the waitress brought the first course of food. Looking down at the plate, I saw that my fears had come true: Teddy had ordered sushi. Over the year and a half that we had been together, I'd somehow managed to avoid eating sushi or any other uncooked animal-based food.
Cautiously, I poked at the rolls of rice and fish with the corner of my fork. I smelled it. Pushed the fork down and waited for the excess of liquid to ooze out from the insides. I was pleasantly surprised to see how moist yet not soggy the sushi rolls were.
"So what am I going to eat here?" I asked.
"Spicy Yellowtail, Albacore and Jalapeno, and Spicy Tuna."
I raised my eyebrows, "And is it going to be worth food poisioning?"
Teddy sighed, "Just try it. It won't kill you."
I decided to dispense with the bitching and moaning. Slowly, I speared one of the slices and brought it to my mouth. In one motion, I popped it in and began chewing. To my surprise, it didn't taste like seaweed (not too much, at least) or water from a fish tank. It wasn't bad. It wasn't the best thing I'd ever eaten but it was all right. Slightly chewy and cold - but overall decent.
I swallowed and drank some of the tea. As far as I knew, Japan did actually have more westernized places to eat and I felt better knowing that if I had to eat sushi, it wouldn't automatically trigger my gag reflex. Besides, I heard they put mayonaise on pizza in Japan.
Teddy looked at me, "Slow down. You'll choke."
He'd seen my aimless picking at the sushi rolls. My pride having been somewhat tweaked, I speared another of the slices and popped it into my mouth. This one was much spicier than the last and I exhaled quickly. After chewing and swallowing the sushi, I took a long gulp of water. My sinuses suitably cleared out, I held my tongue out in the open air to try and soothe it.
"Awww Shawn! You got some wasabi!" Teddy snickered, stifling a bigger laugh.
Yeah, that made sense. Horseradish never appealed to my palette.
"It doesn't smell fishy." I said, trying to locate a less abrasive specimen.
"If it smells fishy, that means you'll get sick." Teddy said.
I looked over and noticed that he'd eaten nearly half of the rolls on his plate. His taste in food was much more adventurous than mine. My favorite foods were cream cheese, sour cream, and raw celery. Not the most vivid in taste sensations, to be sure. How Teddy could eat Taco Bell Fire sauce, Red Hot Cheetos, or jalapeno horseradish humus was beyond my powers of perception.
Rather than press my luck with another round of Russian Roulette sushi-style, I tasted the pickled ginger and the shredded Japanese radishes. Even though Teddy assured me than I wasn't eating the garnish, I still wondered if he was screwing with me. At that point, I would have ordered my mid-meal beer/wine/random liquor drink, but I held off. Instead, I enjoyed green tea and the company of my significant other.
Teddy noticed my boredom. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
"They do have other food." He said consolingly.
"They'd better or I'm gonna live on Butterfingers and caramel corn."
Teddy shuddered.
I was only half kidding.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
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