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Daniel and JD part 8 / A life of our own
Tyler was enlisted by Margie to help get them into the truck. JD and Daniel sat in the back of Arts Suburban blind folded, eagerly awaiting the first sight of their new home. The drive was short, less than two miles, and mostly up hill. Daniel tried once to peek, but had his hand slapped by his mother.
Finally they stopped, and the two were led to the center of the driveway. Daniel whipped his blindfold off, a giant smile on his face, which slowly dissolved into awe. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, and a sob of joy wracked through him.
Oh, JD," He whispered, "We did it." Before them stood a big Victorian house, dressed in gray siding with white trim. A big porch wrapped around two sides of the house, and a tower rose two stories on the other side. Shutters framed the windows. A huge tree sat on the side of the house gently rustling in the light morning breeze.
JD sat down on the concrete, no longer able to support his own weight. He rocked gently, holding his face in his hands and unable to speak. Their dream stood in front of them, three stories tall and fully restored. When they first found the house, it was dilapidated and near ruin. Now it stood like a giant gray monolith, welcoming them to their new home.
Daniel held out his hand and pulled JD up. He fished the keys out of his pocket and handed one to JD, then headed for the front door. The porch was shady and cool, and a welcome mat had already been put at the door. He carefully wiped his feet before inserting the key, swallowing hard to not get overcome by emotions. The door slid open silently.
Emerald green plush carpet and oak trim greeted them. The front room was not big, but seemed very spacious with the large bay at the base of the tower. An oak banister headed up stairs near the front door. They stepped inside, JD reverently running his finger tips over a piece of trim.
"I can't believe it." Daniel whispered, shocked by the sound of his own voice. "From the pictures we saw, I wouldn't have thought this was possible." He moved in to the hall and walked through the dining room into the kitchen. Oak cabinets and brand new appliances sat quietly, waiting to be filled and used.
"Danny, come here!" JD called, having gone into the big family room at the back of the house. Daniel entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks, greeted by an entire wall of glass over looking the backyard and covered patio. Several roses were lined along a cedar fence, and a waterfall sat in one corner surrounded by short trees.
Daniel looked back and found JD standing in front of a built in media center, also in oak. The floor was a medium brown, and a second flight of stairs led up out of the room. On one wall hung Daniel's swimming medals right next to his dad's. He walked over and touched them lightly, feeling a lump in his throat. On the opposite wall were several pictures, framed and arranged, of JD and Daniel from the time they were born to very recent, with family and friends mixed in.
They ate lunch on the porch with Daniel's parents and waited for JD's parents to get there. Two pizzas and some sodas disappeared quickly, and JD gave his parents the nickel tour. Margie and Daniel made several calls to furniture stores and arranged to go have a look at what was available, and JD called to get utilities hooked up and a phone so they didn't spend a fortune on their cell phones.
Tyler was given his pick of the four smaller bed rooms in the house until or if he decided to live else where, and opted for the attic, which had it's own bathroom and shower, as well as an outside set of stairs that led down to the patio, making it seem very similar to a private apartment.
The next week passed like lightening. New items were delivered every day. JD took Tyler into town to get registered for driver's training, and Daniel filled the kitchen with two loads from the market. Both sets of parents spent hours helping, or trying to help, as the boys set up shop.
Daniel stood in the front yard in cutoffs and a ratty T-shirt, watching as the dining room table was carried in by three guys from Durant's Fine Furniture. A sofa and love seat for the family room sat near him on the grass, still wrapped in plastic.
He heard a honk and turned to see a little silver-blue convertible coming up the road at just under the speed of light. At the last minute it swerved into the yard, stopping almost three feet from where he stood. JD pulled himself up out of the driver's seat to sit on the trunk, spreading his arms wide and showing a full wolf grin that almost looked painful.
"What do you think?" He asked, lifting his legs up and sliding out of the car. "It's a BMW Z3, and I got it for six grand under sticker!" Tyler climbed out of the passenger seat and followed JD to where Daniel stood. "I have never seen anything so sexy in my life!"
"Thanks." Daniel chuckled, giving JD a hard time.
"That's not what I meant, dickhead, and you know it." He kissed Daniel on the mouth, raising eyebrows on the work crew. "Here," he held up the keys, "Take it for a ride."
"Later, okay?" Daniel walked over and looked the car up and down. It was a beautiful car, and JD hadn't owned anything since he sold his blazer as a trade in on the Explorer. The interior was gray blue leather with black trim. He smiled and nodded. "So much for going easy on the money though, right?"
"Are you kidding?" JD was astonished. "We haven't even gotten into our accounts yet. I bought this with interest."
"From what?' Daniel asked, confused.
"From the investment on the two subdivisions your dad did. It paid for the house, the furniture, this car, and there's still about a hundred thousand in it." JD walked over and put his hands on Daniel's shoulders. "Didn't he tell you?" Daniel shook his head.
"With the money that we gave him, he tied up thirty six acres of primo land in the Forrest Falls subdivision. He and my dad borrowed the rest until it went through. They're stinking rich, Dan." He laughed and kissed Daniel again. "We haven't touched our money that's in the bank. Everything's paid for."
"Holy shit." Daniel sat on the hood of the car and looked at the house, trying to digest what he'd just heard. There had only been about five hundred thousand in the bank, and he was sure that was nearly gone. Now he wondered if it had been touched at all. He needed to talk to his dad.
"You mean to tell me that my dad used that power of attorney letter to buy sub plots, or whatever, and that money paid for the house and everything in it?" He asked, his skepticism evident in his voice.
"Pretty cool, huh?" JD laughed, leaning on the car. "Your old man's a genius, Danny. We're fucking rich, and we owe it to him." He folded his arms to his sides and pulled his shirt off, flinging it into the car. "We ought to talk to him about doing some more investing. We could do our own agency next spring, buddy."
"Jesus Christ." Daniel mumbled, getting the gist of the conversation to finally sink in. "We need to go over and talk to him tonight. I want to make sure. I'm not doubting you, I just want to see it laid out in front of me." He headed for the house, stopping to put his sandals back on, then stopped and shot a wicked grin at Tyler. "By the way, Mr. Assistant, the lawn could use a mowing." He turned and walked the rest of the way to the porch.
JD caught Tyler's arm and leaned down conspiratorially. "Hire someone, Mr. Assistant. Delegate." He left Tyler standing on the lawn smiling.
The next morning Daniel woke up at ten and carefully untangled himself from JD. It was funny that on the enormous new king sized bed they now had, they still ended up wrapped around each other. He padded into the master bathroom and showered, then dressed in a pair of khaki shorts before going down stairs.
The coffee was already made, and he pour a mug, then went searching for Tyler, the only occupant who could've made it since JD was still asleep. He found him on the patio sitting at the new wrought iron patio set typing into the laptop. A phone line ran to a wall socket near the door.
"Watcha doin', Punk?" He asked, falling into one of the other chairs.
"JD's car is insured, we have a new grounds keeper that comes twice a week, your mother made me hire a maid, Mrs. Bentley, who comes on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday mornings to clean, do laundry, and do the shopping, and you guys have an appointment with your dads at one o'clock at Shortman, Kroft, and Paine, to discuss investments." Tyler stopped typing and looked up matter of factly. "I have also finished the reservations, flight numbers and rental car for Denver. Good morning." He broke into a wide grin.
"Wow." Daniel said, amazed. He got up and kissed Tyler on the forehead and tousled his hair. "I am astounded by your abilities." He sat back down and crossed his legs. "Who'd have believed that the useless gutter child we rescued would turn out to be so talented."
"Handsome useless gutter child." Tyler responded, going back to the computer. "I also started the plans for the trip to Hawaii that you guys want to take with your parents. You can leave on the 20th of this month and be back on the 26th, giving us plenty of time to get to Denver."
"That's a contrast in scenery." JD mumbled, wandering out onto the deck with a mug of coffee and his hair un-attended from sleeping. He was still nude, and flopped into one of the cushioned chairs, blinking at the sun through slitted eyes.
"Ye gods, JD, you look like a hurricane hit you." Daniel lifted his hand to touch finger tips, a way they had of sharing a moment.
"Yeah, whatever." JD sipped carefully at the hot brew. "Tyler's driving test is in an hour, and I promised he could use the Beemer."
"Oh, shit. Look out Forrest Falls."
"I'm a good driver. That little old lady promised not to sue." Tyler quipped. He typed furiously for a moment, then sat back, pleased with his handy work. "You guys can take a quick two hour job while you're in Hawaii and write the whole thing off as business expenses. It's for Laird Pharmaceuticals, a fragrance ad that you've done before. They want you, Daniel."
"They all do." JD intoned in mock gravity. "His is a sorted life of no privacy, basking in the glory of his fame."
"Jesus." Daniel rolled his eyes. "You are not allowed to sleep that much anymore."
"Scary, isn't it?"
"When you to are done, I need to get ready for my test." Tyler shook his head, trying to stop them before they got on one of their pun routines. "Are you taking me into town then, JD?"
"Yeah. I'll go shower and we'll go." JD stood and stretched, making grunting noises as the muscles loosened up. "We need to get out of here so Daniel can go do what he needs to do."
"What's that?" Tyler asked, gathering mugs to go into the kitchen.
"I can't tell you, and he won't tell you. I don't know, and he's just a dink." JD kissed Daniel and moved into the house, taking the back stairs two at a time.
The morning was warm and humid, a perfect day for the top to be down on the BMW. Tyler drove, using his learner'' permit, with JD riding shotgun. They listened to the local rock station and talked about general items, including the big secret that Daniel was taking care of. JD either didn't know what was going on, or wouldn't say. Both were equally irritating.
The test was a breeze, and Tyler smiled for the camera. As with all licenses, it looked like a mug shot. He thanked the instructor and walked out, accepting a hug from JD. With Tyler at the wheel, they stopped at the office where JD's father worked, Tyler staying in the car.
He sat on the back of the trunk with his feet on the seat, watching the sleepy little town. It was quiet, with almost no traffic, and Tyler felt at home. He hated big cities, he decided, despite how exciting California had been. He watched absently as a boy about his aged road his bike towards him on the street.
The guy was good looking, that was for sure. He had short light brown hair and wore Oakley sunglasses, was bare chested, and had on spandex biking shorts. He was thin but well defined. Tyler was surprised that he was attracted to the guy.
As he watched, a delivery truck backed out, nearly hitting the guy and causing him to swerve. He nailed a parked truck, and Tyler leaped from the car and pelted over to where the guy had landed hard. The truck was between them, and he had to wait for it to move.
The kid was pinned under his bike, with the wheels under the bumper of the truck. Tyler knelt down and lifted the bike, helping the other slide out. "Dude, you are damn lucky. That asshole didn't even know what planet he was on."
"Tell me about it. They never watch for bikes." The boy stood up painfully, favoring his right side. There was a long road rash along his hip and leg, and his elbow was skinned pretty badly. Tyler winced at the blood that oozed from the wounds. "Thanks for helping, man. I appreciate it."
"No problem. Maybe we should get you to a doctor or something."
"Nah. I've been in a lot worse pile ups than this." He pulled the bike out from under the truck and let it fall to the pavement. He put his hands on his hips in disgust. "Fuck. Twelve hundred bucks shot to shit." The bike was mangled.
JD came out of the office, spotted them and trotted over. "What happened?" He asked, taking in the sight. The kid looked familiar, and it dawned on him who Tyler was talking to. "You're Dane Durrant's little brother, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I work for Stacey, Mr. Cammus." He held out his hand and shook with JD.
"I'm JD, and this is Tyler." JD introduced. "That things a goner, Eddie. Why don't you let Tyler take you to the house and clean up, and I'll borrow my old man's truck and bring the bike."
"I don't want to be a pain in the ass. I was supposed to meet Stacey in half an hour to decorate a living room at some old house."
"Well then you'll save yourself some time, because she's supposed to be at my house in half an hour to do my living room." JD smirked, enjoying the look on the kid's face.
"Man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a wise ass. The house is listed under Broederick."
"Do you remember Daniel?"
Eddie got it. "Yeah, you two used to run around with Dane a lot." He snapped his fingers. "Now I know why Stacey was so intense about this job."
JD bent to pick up the bike. "Look, put something on the seat so it doesn't get all bloody, and run this Tour De' France winner out to the house. I'll be right behind you." He told Tyler, taking the bike across the street. "Call Daniel on the car phone and tell him what happened. Ask him if he's done with plan B."
Tyler took Eddie's arm over his shoulders and helped him towards the car, strangely electrified by the contact. "What's plan B?" He asked, helping the kid rest against the hood of the car.
"You ask to many questions, boy." JD said, mockingly solemn. "Just get Eddie here out to the house and let him clean up."
"Aye, Aye, Cap'n. Swab the bilge an' run `er on the rocks. Aye, sair." Tyler ducked a swat at the back of his head and jumped sideways, nailing JD in the ribs with two soft karate chops. Eddie laughed, watching the two in their mock fight.
On the road, he turned to Tyler. "You guys are pretty close, huh?" He took off his sunglasses, giving Tyler his first look at perfection in brown eyes.
"I work for him and Daniel. I'm their assistant." He met those eyes and had to turn back to the road, afraid he might stare. "They hired me in New Mexico, and I stayed on when they came home."
"Must pay pretty decent to have a Z3." Eddie patted the door of the car.
Tyler chuckled. "This is JD's car. I just got my license this morning." He saw Eddie's jaw drop and laughed. "Don't worry, Dude. I drive, I just never got a license." He glanced at the road and back to Eddie. "You know Daniel and JD?"
"Not well. They were Dane's best friends in high school. They went everywhere together. Them and Stacey and Micah." His eyes went far away for a moment.
"Where'd you go?" Tyler asked, noticing the distant expression.
"I was thinking about the parties they used to have at our place. JD gave me the nickname must people use. He called me Frisco." Eddie put his glasses back on and seemed lost in thought.
"Why Frisco?" Tyler asked, pulling the car into the driveway.
Eddie got out and followed him up to the porch, deciding that if Tyler knew them, he knew about them, and decided to let him in on a secret. "Because I was gay and wouldn't admit it because of how my parents felt about Dane. JD always said he was going to drag me to San Francisco so I could come out."
Tyler stopped and looked hard, feeling his pulse quicken. Eddie, or rather Frisco, which seemed to fir the handsome guy he had with him, was gay, and it was very exciting. "Did he?"
"What?"
"Did he take you to San Francisco?" Tyler keyed the door open and led the way in.
"No. Dane killed himself, and the parties stopped."
"Oh, shit, Frisco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a jerk." Tyler closed the door, feeling his cheeks go red. He had never heard of Dane, and didn't mean to hurt Eddie.
"It's okay, man. It happened a long time ago, and you didn't know." He followed Tyler up the stairs, not minding if his new friend used his old nick name. Some how, it sounded good coming from him. They went into an enormous bathroom, and Tyler pulled out a washcloth and bandages. He found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in the cabinet and set it on the counter.
"Your shorts are hashed, Frisco." Tyler wet the wash cloth and wrung it out. "I'll help if you want me to, or I'll go down and get some drinks."
"I think I have some little rocks in my ass." Eddie kicked off his shoes and pulled down the shorts, revealing an all over tan. "Let me see that wash cloth." He carefully dabbed at the blood on his hip, deliberately not noticing Tyler's eyes on his body.
"Here, let me see it." Tyler took the cloth and knelt behind Eddie, carefully wiping the road grime away. Eddie hissed, and Tyler stopped, moving away. "Sorry. There are a lot of little rocks."
"It's okay. It just burns like a bitch."
Tyler went back to work, resting his free hand on Eddie's other cheek without realizing it. He managed to remove the rocks and doused the area with the peroxide, getting another hiss and a groan for his efforts. The bleeding had started again, and he held the wash cloth over it, applying pressure. Absentmindedly, he wished he was in front of Eddie instead of in back, not that the scenery wasn't nice.
"You ought to be a doctor." Eddie quipped, glancing back. "Your treatment sucks, but your bedside manner is pretty decent."
Tyler chuckled. The bleeding had mostly stopped, and he took some gauze and put I over the wound on Eddie's hip. "Hold that there a second," He instructed, grabbing some tape. "This is gonna hurt to take off, Frisco. You don't have a lot of hair, but there's enough." He moved to Eddie's side, catching a full view of Eddie's package, and had to really concentrate to get the job done. "There," He stood up, admiring more than just his handy work.
"Good job, man. I think I'll live." Eddie smiled at Tyler and was rewarded with a radiant grin. "This is gonna sound dumb, but are you, you know...?"
"Gay?" Tyler turned red again. "I'm not sure, but I think so. Why?"
"Are you busy tonight?" Eddie asked, suddenly feeling a little shy and remembering that he was naked.
Tyler nodded. "Yeah, I have plans. He laughed when Eddie's face fell, and reached out to cup his face, totally surprising them both. "I'm seeing this guy that I saw get hit by a truck. I'm not sure, but I think he's gorgeous, and rumor has it he's hung, you know, like a bear."
They laughed out loud, and before he could stop, Eddie stole a kiss. They stood there feeling ackward for a minute before Tyler headed out of the room. "I'll get your backpack so you can change." He left Eddie standing there, backlit by the sun, and pounded down the stairs to the car. He raced back up the stairs and shyly handed it to Eddie, still blushing from the peck on the mouth. "I'll be upstairs in my room. Take the stairs all the way up, `kay?"
JD and Stacey arrived and set to work on the still empty living room. Tyler and Eddie helped with measurements and samples, entertaining the other two with giggling and horseplay. Stacey gave JD a glance and huffed a laugh, realizing what was going on. JD said nothing, shaking his head and smiling.
At one o'clock, JD and Daniel met with their dads and left the boys to help Stacey. They set up new accounts with their fathers and decided how to invest the money they had accumulated, mostly in real estate. At two, they picked up Tyler's bonus for helping out and catching on as fast as he had, and for becoming one of the family.
Tyler and Eddie sat on the porch sipping cokes, having spent the day moving furniture, then moving it again as Stacey arranged it. The last truck had just left when Tyler noticed an electric blue and silver sportscar coming up the lane. He wondered who it was since they were the last house out this way.
The blue Trans-Am pulled into the driveway, and Daniel waved from the open t-tops, grinning like a little kid. The boys got up and went to the car, impressed with the sleek Pontiac. It had a gray leather interior, a six-speed auto, and a CD player. Very cool.
"Nice car, Daniel. Did you get tired of the Explorer?" Tyler asked, running his hand along the hood.
"No, it's getting serviced." He walked along the car, inspecting the tires and the paint. "This is for a friend." He watched Tyler and his friend, who looked very familiar, drool over the car and could barely contain himself.
"Lucky friend." Tyler said, leaning into the interior. Do I need to call the insurance people, or is the car going to someone that can do that? How do you want it done?"
"Get the paperwork out of the center console if you would, and go ahead and arrange full coverage." Daniel rested up against the fender, watching Tyler pull out the paperwork and head for the house. "Hey, genius. Did you even look at the registration?"
Tyler stopped and looked at the paperwork, then looked again, eyes flying wide open. "Uuh." He mumbled, then looked at Daniel. "This is me. I mean this is my shit."
Daniel nodded, holding out the keys. Tyler swallowed hard. He started to walk back to Daniel, then broke into a run, tears streaming down his face. Daniel embraced him, choked up himself, and kissed Tyler on the side of the head. "I guess we wanted to say we love ya, Ty, and we're glad you're with us."
"Me too!" Tyler blubbered, totally overcome. He looked at the car, then at Daniel, then started crying again. "I can't believe it. I just can't believe it." He moved away from Daniel and swiped at his face with the back of his hand. "It's so fucking gorgeous."
"You better turn off the water, Cub, or you friend there is gonna think you're a sissy." Daniel glanced up to see the other boy standing by Stacey. It connected, and he recognized Dane's little brother. He waved, then glanced back at Tyler, who had regained some composure.
"He knows about me." Tyler sniffed, looking up. "And I know about him. We talked a lot today."
"That's interesting." Daniel held the keys up again. "If you can clear your eyes, why don't you take Eddie for a ride? See if you like the car?"
Tyler took the keys and roughly hugged Daniel again. "I love you, Daniel. You guys are the best friends I ever had." He waved at Eddie, and they were gone, Daniel hearing the roar of the big engine well into the distance. Stacey came down and he put his arm around her, still looking down the road. "I feel like I just gave Hitler the atom bomb." She snickered and punched him in the side, leading him back to the house.
Five days later, Daniel and JD stood with their parents in the Delta concourse, waiting for the flight to be called. JD wouldn't admit it, but he was glad to be getting away from Tyler and Eddie for a few days. They drove everyone crazy with grabbing asses and stealing quick pecks on the cheek, and he was almost ready to kill them.
Daniel had sat them down the night before and read them the riot act about public decorum, much like Art had done to them years ago. They stood now and waited for the flight, on best behavior, trying not to touch each other, but bumping and rubbing hips together, faces bathed in innocence.
Tyler hugged everyone and waived as they walked down the ramp, promising to care for all the houses and everything else. He stood silent with Eddie, watching the plane taxi away and move to the runway, then finally loft into the cloudless morning sun. He glanced at Eddie and grinned. Without a word, they took off for the car, nearly running.
They pulled out the t-tops and secured them in the trunk, then threw their shirts in the back seat. The Trans-Am roared down the highway back to Forrest Falls. Tyler pinched the turn at the last moment, sliding the car into the driveway, then chased Eddie up on to the porch and opened the door.
The door slammed a little to hard, but went un-noticed as Eddie took Tyler into his arms with a deep kiss. Their bare chests met and heaved as their breathing took off, and Tyler took Eddie's hand and pulled him up the stairs. They stopped at every landing to kiss and to grope, and had shed their clothes by the time they got to Tyler's room.
He pushed Eddie on to the queen bed and jumped on, straddling him. Their tongues danced, and he felt Eddie's hand on his penis, rubbing it to full hardness. They had agreed that they wouldn't do it until they had the house to themselves, but it had been a torturous week.
Eddie rolled Tyler over coming up on top. His lips and tongue feverously worked Tyler's neck and chest, lingering on his hairless nipples and the tiny little hairs near his navel. Tyler had to fight the urge to thrash, never having been worked like this before. He felt as though he'd explode at the lightest touch, but was controlled by Eddie into not doing so.
He saw and opening and dropped to take Eddie in his mouth, thrilled with the other's huge gasp. Eddie fell on his back with his eyes closed, unable to remember the last time he'd felt this turned on. He felt his stomach tighten, and he tried to warn Tyler that he was cumming. He couldn't speak. Tyler's hand and mouth moved like fire on him, and he came like an earthquake, surging upward with each contraction.
Tyler swallowed as fast as he could, but lost a lot of the warm fluid back onto Eddie. After a moment, Eddie pulled him up and kissed him, sharing his own juices. He lay back down and pulled up his knees, making Tyler's next adventure obvious. Tyler grabbed a tube of lube out of the bedside table and quickly worked it onto himself.
Carefully, he let Eddie guide him in, slowly easing his cock all the way in. Eddie sighed, a contented expression on his face as Tyler began his rhythm. They went slow, both overjoyed but not wanting to destroy their very first time together.
As Tyler worked, Eddie got hard again, so Tyler slipped around without pulling out, coming up against Eddie's broad muscular back. He reached around and grasped Eddie, using the same rhythm he was using. It didn't take long for them to speed up.
Tyler grunted in Eddie's ear, almost desperate to not cum first, so they could do it together. Eddie began to pant and moan, and Tyler felt his stomach contract. He sped up his rhythm, feeling his guts turn to fire, and grunted as he passed the threshold, ramming furiously in to Eddie's ass, shooting fluids with almost painful bursts. Eddie arched back and blew again, shooting several shots right off the bed onto the hard wood floor.
They lay together breathing heavily, Tyler still inside but going soft. He wrapped his arms around Frisco's chest, sharing the after glow. After several minutes they got up and cleaned themselves, then made their way to the kitchen. Tyler was used to being nude around the house, but Eddie was new to it, and found it very arousing.
They wolfed down sandwiches, the dashed up to the small deck that led off of Tyler's room. With the height and the lack of neighbors, it was secluded enough, and Tyler pulled Eddie down on top of him, playing the other's cock back into hardness.
This time they took more time, and finally after almost an hour, Eddie entered Tyler. Tyler hadn't done this before, and winced at the pain. Eddie was very slow and very gentle, taking several minutes to get all the way in. It was the First time Tyler had gotten that sensation on his prostate, and shuddered as it was repeatedly touched.
Eddie moved in changing uneven strokes, playing Tyler like an instrument. The felt themselves begin to verge on orgasms, and Eddie kissed at Tyler's ear, distracting him from concentrating on his staying power.
Oh, shit. OH GOD!" Tyler came, convulsing and clamping down. Eddie jerked at the feeling, then fired into Tyler, wave after wave pulsing into the darkness. Tyler pumped and pumped, coating their hands and the towel the laid on. He came so hard it was painful, treasuring that pain as the absolute best moment of his life.
Eddie pulled out, dripping juices on the towel, and rolled over on Tyler's heaving chest. He ran his finger up the inside of his leg, trailing through the blond patch of hair around his impressively thick shaft, now soft again. They snoozed in the sun for awhile, unable to move, basking in their fresh born love.