You guys know the routine. This stuff is mostly fiction. Any relation to any persons, living or six feet under, is purely coincidental (as in, don't get all worried that I'm talking about you or something, cause I'm not. I don't even know you.) Oh, and the usual rules apply since there will be gay sexual intercourse in this story: if you're too young to be reading this stuff, don't. And yeah, if this offends you...go somewhere else. Alrighty now that that's over with...on with the story!
I'm really sorry this chapter took so long! As some of you know, I was really tied up this past couple of weeks but now that that's all over and done with, and summer's finally here, you can expect a lot more to come from this story!
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Landon, Finally—Part 4
"If we keep this up, we're never going to get out of bed."
"Is that a problem?" he questioned, a devious grin spreading from cheek to cheek.
"Well, it wouldn't be if my mom wasn't waiting downstairs for us to come and eat breakfast," I replied, pushing him off of me.
He rolled to lie beside me, the entire lengths of our bodies sharing in the warmth of mutual contact. His hand squirmed around a bit before it finally found mine; we intertwined our fingers together, strengthening the bonds of our relationship. I started to drift back off to sleep, my relief finally allowing me to sink into the dark freedom of slumber.
"Boys?" my mom shouted up the stairs, right on cue, "are you coming down for breakfast or are you going to lie there all day?"
We both knew how we wanted to spend our Saturday, after a stressful Friday night of miscommunication and discovery, but we both realized that if we stayed in bed, we would definitely arouse (oops, no pun intended) the suspicion of my family.
"You heard her," I mumbled to Landon, my voice muffled by my pillow, "get up already."
"Alright," he replied lazily, "but I need some help getting out of bed."
"Fine," I freed both arms from their rested positions and shoved him off the bed.
He fell to the ground with a soft thump.
"Ow," he moaned quietly, "I'm gonna get you for that!"
Laughing silently, he stole over to my side of the bed and gracefully lifted me up into his arms. It was so romantic—until he started shaking me awake, that is.
"Okay! Okay! I'm awake!" my eyes shot open as he tossed my body around.
"Good, now I can give you this," he leaned in and kissed me, on the lips, his tongue entering the warm chambers of my mouth, his passion exuding through the vessels of our lips.
"Wow, now I really am awake," I said, staring deeply into his luminous green eyes.
"Good, so you can stand up for yourself," he smiled and plopped me to the ground.
My butt cushioned my fall against the carpet. It didn't hurt at all, but my eyes flew open as I was completely startled.
"You better get your ass to the bathroom before I kick it first!" I warned, lightheartedly.
Laughing ridiculously hard, he opened the door and sauntered off into the hallway, his smug expression obviously owing to the fact that he had "gotten me back" for pushing him off the bed. But seriously, who was keeping score? If you were, well then, I think its time you stopped, because unless you're a math whiz or something, it'll be no easy feat.
We both shoved each other playfully as we joked around in the bathroom. I put my contacts on and he brushed his teeth, both very close to each other, still not wanting to let go of our closeness. Just to play it safe, he peed as I brushed my teeth, and as I peed, he headed downstairs, out of the bright canary-colored sanctum of relief.
I followed him out the door and down the steps, the light, sea green walls littered with framed pictures of my family down into the friendly kitchen, where a certain aroma of syrup and banana batter quickly assailed my senses. Oh, and I am compelled to add that the entire time we ambled down the stairs, my eyes saw nothing else but the firm roundness of Landon's bubble butt. Toned from his years in athletics, I enjoyed watching it flex, and it turned me on even more knowing that there was a single layer of fabric separating my eyes from his flesh. I willed the stirring in my pants down and took a seat on a barstool at our limestone kitchen counter.
"So, boys," my mom said as she bustled about the tiny yet comfortable kitchen, "how does banana pancakes and sausage sound for breakfast?"
"Delicious, Aunty," Landon paused.
"Lori," I whispered. I forgot that I hadn't really introduced him to my family yet.
"Aunty Lori." He saved himself.
Oh, and as a side note, here in the islands, we refer to all adults as "aunty" and "uncle," it's not disrespectful, it's just our culture. Yay, local culture lesson two complete! (if you recall, lesson one was the flip-flop/slipper thing in chapter one) Now, on with the story...
"Ok then, would you guys mind helping me out?" I always helped my mom cook in the kitchen, and as a result, am a pretty decent cook myself.
My mom assigned us some trivial chores: I fried the sausages as Landon poured us tall glasses of OJ (my favorite in the morning). As we happily performed our duties, glad to help out my mom, my sister dragged her body into the kitchen groggily. A few moments later, my dad entered, much in the same fashion; we always said she took after him.
As everyone situated themselves on the bar stools surrounding the counter, Landon served the OJ in glasses to each spot as I poured the sausages into a dish. My mom finished flipping the banana pancakes and set them down on a platter. We were all finally able to sit down and enjoy the meal.
The breakfast passed uneventfully, mainly just me introducing Landon to the family as "my friend from school" and some small talk to get to know each other. Landon and I shared our own private conversation between our feet, his slowly caressing mine under the eyesight of my family. On the surface, we talked about the song "Banana Pancakes," which, evidently, we both seemed to like. Yay common tastes in music! My dad just kept talking about baseball with Landon; he used to coach my sister before she transitioned to softball, but that's not important. What's important is my dad was all too clearly showing his respect for "manly athletes" and his lack of respect for anything feminine. My dad was somewhat of a bigot, and I knew that it made Landon, my more-than-a-friend, quite uncomfortable.
As soon as we finished breakfast, Landon and I headed back to my room to discuss our plans for the day. This time I led the way, and I hope that he was staring at my ass as intently as I was staring at his. I flopped on the bed as he shut the door.
"So how was your first meal with my family?" I asked curiously.
"Okay, I guess, your mom is really nice and stuff, but your dad is a," he paused, unsure if he was crossing a line with me. He stood stiff and uncertain.
"A stubborn idiot?"
"Something along those lines," he agreed. Relieved, he came and snuggled up with me, his head on my chest.
"Yeah, he's really dumb sometimes, and Kaylee's a lot like him." My sister took a lot after my dad, because I tended to take after my mom. I started tenderly stroking his soft, silky brown hair.
"I can see that," he explained, "she's always talking about how femme you are at school to all the baseball guys."
"Ouch," I was hurt, but in a way I expected as much out of her, "I guess that'll make hiding this a lot harder then."
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Well," I said, and stopped stroking, deep in thought, "now that we know we like each other, we're gonna want to spend more time together, like this closeness that we have right now. And if we do that, surely someone will notice."
"Mmm," he agreed, then shifted aside to lie next to me and look me straight in the eyes, "It's gonna be hard for me to be apart from you, we got so comfortable, so fast."
"I know, but is there a way to do it gradually, so no one will really notice?"
"What if we slowly started hanging out together with the guys, and with other big groups of people, so we'll sort of blend in and we can be close and no one will really notice?"
"Hey," I smiled, "you're a smart kid you know that?"
"So I've been told," he joked—what a loser, "let's call up Scottie them."
"Sounds good," Scottie was a mutual friend and we watched the high school girls play volleyball together. Jason was another friend who was always at the volleyball games, and through the games, I developed a somewhat close relationship with both baseball players. Landon, of course, knew them both through his sport.
"I'll call Scottie, you call Jason," he stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket and began dialing, searching for Scottie's number in his phonebook.
"Ok, what do I say?" I said, sitting up in bed.
"Uh, just tell them to meet us at the mall in a couple hours," he said, as he found Scottie's number and pressed call, his delicate finger caressing his keypad. Strange how such a simple task could seem so erotic.
"What are we gonna do in the mean time?" I asked, curious to see what he had in mind.
"Oh, you'll see," he smiled mischievously.
We got a hold of both Jason and Scottie and they agreed to meet us at the mall at 12:00. Seeing as the clock had only recently struck 9:30, we had a lot of time to kill, and I was very curious to see how Landon was going to go about spending that time.
"Uh, let's lock the door," Landon said, his voice tinged with the strain of nervousness.
He moved over to the door, and as it clicked, my heart jumped with anxiety. My spine tingled with a mix of fear and excitement and adrenaline surged through my veins. If he was going to do what I thought he was going to do, I had a reason to be nervous.
He walked slowly, and gracefully, to join me, sitting on the edge of the bed, his deliberate movements a key signal for the move he was about to attempt. Ever so slowly, his hand crept up my arm, resting on my shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist.
He pulled me in for a kiss.
It lasted forever. His lips on mine, our souls mixing and flowing between us, it was a moment of pure magic. I don't even know how it happened, but somehow I ended up flat on the bed with him on top of me, still trading those sweet kisses, wrapped in his warm embrace.
Suddenly, something didn't feel right. We were moving way too fast, and I wasn't sure if I could handle anything involving, well, nudity or sexual anything right now. I pulled back to break the kiss; it felt as if an inner fire had been suddenly extinguished within me.
"Wait, Landon," I said, my breathing labored, "I don't think I'm ready for this."
He looked confused.
"For what?" he asked.
"You know," I said, gesturing, "for this."
"Oh," he said, his face relieved, "why didn't you say so earlier?"
I was surprised. He didn't seem angry at all. In fact, he looked a little reassured, as he reassumed his normal calm.
"I don't know," I whispered into his ear as he rolled off to lie beside me, "I guess I just got a little caught up in the moment."
"Yeah, and uh, it looks like something else got a little caught up in the moment too," he chuckled and nodded his head towards a tent in my jeans.
I quickly adjusted myself as he laughed and adjusted himself as well. Evidently, the action excited the both of us.
He pulled my body to lean on his.
"So any specific reason you don't really think you're ready?" he asked as he ran his fingers up and down my arm, just as he did when I first caught him.
"Hmm, I just think things are moving way too fast;" I started.
"And since we only started getting serious, like, yesterday, this is too quick for you?" he finished my thought.
"Yeah, it is." I said, smiling, glad that he understood the situation. He was truly perfect; any doubts I had about him quickly faded.
"Well, that's cool, I mean, you're right," he nodded his head for emphasis, "after all, slow and steady wins the race."
"Cute."
"I know."
The rest of the time we spent waiting passed fairly uneventfully. We popped in another movie, cuddled, and made slight conversation, just enjoying sharing in each other's warmth. As we conversed, our hands remained intertwined, and our heads nestled against each other's chests, shifting occasionally, but always touching, reveling in our closeness. Our exchange covered a range of things, mainly family life, our likes and dislikes, and our idea of a romantic date. He told me that his ideal date would be, and I quote, "dinner by candlelight, and dessert by starlight." It sounded so amazing, and I knew that he was a true romantic, just like yours, truly. I made a mental note of that to save it for later, one day I would take him on his romantic date. And he'd better love it.
Soon enough, it was time to head down to the movie theaters. We helped each other get ready; I ran my hands through his soft, auburn hair as he fixed my collar. I could SO get used to this.
Before we headed out the door to my room, which, consequently, was still locked, I caught his arm and spun him around to face me, his back to the door.
"Last chance to make out before we have to wait like, forever," I hinted.
"Mmm," he understood perfectly, "I think I'd better take one for the road then."
Landon pulled me close to his toned, golden body, our solid chests pressed close, up against one another, our legs tangled together as our hands caressed each other's backs. My lips slipped into his for yet another wonderful moment before we headed for the movies.
We found our friends fairly easily, meeting outside the box office of the theatre. Scottie and Jason had brought along Bryson, Luke, and Myles, other baseball players, to hang out with us as well. We greeted them all with the customary handshake common to all teenagers (go look it up if you have to I'm not giving the play-by-play on it here) once we spotted them in line for tickets. As we strode over to them, Landon and I had made sure that our touching was kept to a minimum, and that nothing be too suspect in the eyes of our friends. Of course, while we sat next to each other in the movie theater we had little to worry about, but generally, we were certainly did not want to appear gay to our friends. We had barely come out to each other; we didn't plan on coming out to our friends for a very long time. Plans, though, have a funny way of never working out.
"So what do you guys want to see?" Scottie asked. He was really cute, and, as we say here in the islands, hapa. For those of you unfamiliar to this term, it does NOT mean unbelievably drop-dead sexy, so get your minds out of the gutter, we would not go around calling people that. Hapa means half-half, mixed, and, in Scottie's case, he was half-white, half-asian, which together, equals a whole cutie. He was fairly pale and skinny, but at the same time, very cute.
"Uh, I'm kind of sick of scary movies already, I think I've seen them all," Jason answered him. Everyone knew the two of them were best friends, they were pretty tight, but, unfortunately, they were extremely straight. Jason was a typical tough guy, his muscular body the result of years lifting weights, and the way he walked was enough to scare the shit out of me. Good thing he was my friend, but he does have his moments when we all laugh at him because he makes us all move where we're sitting, simply because he's afraid someone nearby will want to pick a fight. He always teased us about not being able to fight, and we often found ourselves apologizing, half-seriously, about not being able to back him up if a conflict ever did arise.
"Yeah, me too," Luke agreed. Luke was the shortest of all of us, but he was really cute as well. He played third base on the Varsity baseball team even though he was only a freshman. Yes, he was that good.
"How about Rush Hour 3?" Landon queried, jumping into the conversation.
"Sounds good," Bryson agreed, and we all looked up to hear him speak. He was over six feet tall, and built as well. Not my type, but definitely not ugly.
"Alright, Scottie, you're buying us the tickets," Myles laughed. His new hairdo was short and completely blonde, which was a bit rebellious for a normally black-haired Asian. It accented his defiant personality, though, as he was moving slowly from baseball to skateboarding, something many girls found very attractive. Or, it could be his well-defined body which I happened to glimpse at, either way, he's got the girls falling all over the place for him.
After the line finally brought us to the ticket counters and we were able to purchase our tickets for the 12:30 showing. We casually conversed, talking about baseball mostly, so I kept to myself, not knowing much about the subject. I didn't feel left out at all though, as they were constantly including me in the conversation so I didn't mind. However, as we bought our snacks and found our seats, the conversation shifted. We were waiting for the movie to start, and the theater was fairly empty so naturally, the conversation shifted to, what else: girls.
"Dude, there's going to be something seriously wrong about this movie," Luke asserted.
"What?" Bryson asked; he was usually more reserved, but as he was sitting next to Luke, the question arose naturally.
"No hot girls, at all," Luke answered with finality.
"Oh, damn," Myles exhaled, the realization hitting him. He sounded genuinely disappointed.
I had to suppress a giggle; I couldn't believe these boys were all sad because there was no sex object to stare at in the movie. Personally, I don't think Jackie Chan is exactly sexy, but I wasn't complaining!
"Yeah, maybe Lucy Liu should have been in this movie," Landon added, playing it cool. He is so cool. Yes, people, I do like him—a lot. I thought you would have figured it out by now, jeesh.
"Except for she's like, fifty!" Scottie turned around, as he and Jason were sitting in the row in front of us along with Myles.
"She's not! And she's fuckin' hot," Luke came to Landon's defense.
"Yeah, did you see Charlie's Angels? You idiot, she's frickin' sexy!" Jason added, backhanding Scottie in the shoulder.
"Dude, not even, she's old," Myles sided with Scottie.
"Just `cause she's old doesn't mean she's not hot," Landon started.
"Yeah, and she's not even old, she's like what, not even forty yet?" Luke finished.
They smiled at each other and bumped fists, proud to have won the argument, or so they thought. A slight twinge of jealousy coursed through my blood, for I envied their camaraderie.
"Well, you've been pretty quiet there, Owen," Scottie focused the group's attention on me—yikes!
"Yeah, tell us what you think," Landon said, turning to face me as his leg casually rubbed against mine.
"Um," I started, completely unsure of what to say. I felt my face flush as the gazes of the group struck me deeply.
"I think," I attempted to continue, finally thinking of a response, "Megan Fox is way hotter than Lucy Liu."
"Yeah!" it was a fairly unanimous agreement as the baseball players all bumped fists and high-fived me. Evidently, I had good taste in women; too bad I don't need it.
"Wait, who's Megan Fox?" Bryson finally introduced himself to the conversation.
Our section went quiet for a few moments, then burst into peals of uncontrollable laughter.
"Are you kidding me?" Scottie joked, in disbelief.
"Yeah, have you been living under a rock?" Jason added, as we all laughed our asses off.
Bryson looked extremely confused, and as the other boys attempted to try to explain her to him, I decided it was time for me and my Landon to make a short getaway. I got up, saying I needed to use the bathroom, and motioned for Landon to join me. He caught on—he is just so bright—and followed me out as the boys were all too distracted by Bryson's stupidity.
Rush Hour 3 had been playing at the theatre for a fair amount of time now, so they moved it down to the lower theaters where they show all of the movies about to stop playing in theaters in general. Hence, the downstairs movie area was generally empty and desolate, as it was now. The bathrooms downstairs were hardly ever used, and for this reason, I purposefully strode towards them, Landon close on my heels, and I'm guessing he caught on by now.
"You just couldn't resist me, could you?" Landon teased, flipping his medium-length brown hair n his characteristic gesture.
"Damn straight," I grunted as we finally made it to the bathroom.
We carefully checked for anyone who might be using the bathroom—for whatever reason; some people just like to use empty bathrooms, I guess—before heading towards a corner, where, hopefully, we wouldn't be spotted. I pulled Landon close to me with my back against the cold, tile wall, and spoke as I stared straight into his gorgeous green eyes.
"God, you just looked so damn sexy, sitting there with your frickin' eyes and your hair, and this," I confessed as I ran my finger along his jaw line.
"And you don't think you looked hot all casual, when your muscles kept flexing through your shirt?" He shot back, his lips dangerously close to mine.
"You're sexier."
"You're just fuckin' hot."
"You're turning me on."
"Then shut up and kiss me."
And so I did. It was a bit rough, as we were caught up in the passion of the moment, our lips mashed together, our bodies grinding into one another. I lost sight of the world as I closed my eyes and slipped into his fiery embrace. His hands ran up and down my back, as mine found a home in his back pockets. It was raw, uncensored passion.
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, ruining our romantic moment as well.
"What the hell are you guys doing?"
It's so good to finally get this chapter finished! I hope you all liked it and don't forget that I love e-mail! My address is crushedbytheworld@gmail.com and I look forward to hearing what you guys think! Don't fear, for chapter five will be out soon!