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Marcus was picking me up at 10:00am, so 5:30am was a totally reasonable time to be getting up, right? No, no-one else thought so either. But I had loads to do, I had to get ready for my whole-day-and-then-staying-over-the-night date. Aaarrrgghhhh! I was doing a lot of talking to myself as I started to pick out clothes for the day. And then maybe some different clothes for later, because maybe we would be going somewhere else, or out again like last week? So maybe a couple of options for later. And then more clothes for tomorrow. OK then, so yeah, that's way too many clothes. After careful rationalising, and then realising that I'd need to fit whatever I took in my bag, so even more rationalising, clothes were sorted. After my shower I started to gather together all of the stuff I'd need because I'm staying over.
Shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, soap, cleanser, moisturiser, hairspray, wax, hairdryer, brush, comb, deodorant, and aftershave.
Looking at the big pile of stuff to take just for one night, I realised how much I worried about how I looked. Does that make me vain?
Possibly. Oh, and, because I'm 'staying over', condoms and lube that I'd bought after school one night last week. If anyone anywhere can make that less embarrassing then PLEASE tell me. I swear the woman who served me may as well have just said 'so you like it up the arse then?'. Of course she didn't actually say anything at all about it, and was totally professional and pleasant, but that's how it felt. And also, why are condoms so expensive? I packed, and then re-packed my bag, got dressed and sorted my hair, before finally going downstairs for breakfast just after 9:00am. See, it wasn't too early to get up at all.
Breakfast was fairly quiet, and I found myself sitting on the back of the sofa staring out of the window by 9:30. That's pretty sad to admit to, but it's true. By 9:40 I was pacing. Dad just looked at me and shook his head, Callum annoyed me immensely by continuously asking me whether or not I thought Marcus was really coming, and Mum hovered around, equally annoyingly. I went to the bathroom to use the toilet, again.
Why was I so nervous? 9:45, and Marcus still wasn't here. Which was totally predictable because he said he was coming at 10:00. So why was I worrying? What if he'd changed his mind? Or worse, maybe he'd had an accident on the way over, and was lying in his wrecked car, unable to call for help. Oh god, what if that had really happened, and he died!?
So yes, it's fair to say, that's probably the point I had to acknowledge to myself just how much of a big deal this was. I was definitely in love with him.
9:53 and I saw Marcus turn into the drive towards my house. I shouted goodbyes and picked up my bag and coat by the door, so was already stood outside waiting by the time he came to a stop. He got out and walked over to me.
"Morning babe."
That smile, I'd do quite a lot for that smile. He stood in front of me, taking my bag out of my hands. I was going to say something, but he kissed me, lightly, but totally on my lips. I didn't turn around, but assumed that we were being watched, and realised that I didn't care that much. Throwing my bag and coat into the back of his car he looked at me with a confused expression.
"Are you just staying over tonight, or actually moving in?"
"What? Oh, yes, I know. This is about half of what I wanted to bring, so you'll have to deal with me being only half as pretty."
"Joe, even half as pretty, you are still the most amazing guy ever,"
Such a liar, but I liked it. Closing the car door, we kissed again, a little more intensely, before driving off.
"So where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"Obviously I'll see, so you could just tell me now."
"OK babe, we're going to...... the seaside!"
"What?"
"The seaside!"
"Marcus, it's nearly February, and cold, and winter, and we're miles away from anywhere."
"Yes, all true. But we're going. It'll be cool, I promise."
"Cold, Marcus, it'll be cold."
"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."
To be honest it seemed like a stupid idea, but I was going to get to spend the whole day with the most perfect boy in the world, who by some serious miscalculation seemed to think that I was worth it, so I didn't complain about it. It took us a couple of hours to get to the coast, which gave us loads of time just talking and laughing and arguing about which music to listen to. In fact, it was fun just sitting in the car next to Marcus, spending time together, and being with him. When we got to the car park on the coast it was as empty as I had imagined. But Marcus was undeniably enthusiastic, so we got our coats and headed into the town. It was weird, because I've been to this place loads of times, but always in the summer. It gets so busy, like stupidly busy, hundreds of thousands of people come here. But not in the winter. There were a few people around, presumably people who lived here. At least two thirds of the shops were closed, and no-one else looked like they were visiting.
Which sounds depressing, but actually wasn't. Because it felt as though the whole place was existing just for us. We were basically the only people in the arcade playing stupid games, laughing and cheering when Marcus successfully grabbed a stuffed animal and gave it to me. The only people in the café eating fish and chips, talking loudly and incessantly, making plans for coming back later in the year. The only people walking along the beach, holding hands, splashing at the edge of the ridiculously cold sea. And I was the only person sitting in the sand, my back against Marcus' chest, his arms around me, as we watched the sun set in the late afternoon. With his head leaning on my shoulder, his cheek touching mine, and his arms pulling me against him, I don't think I'd ever felt as happy before. Though perhaps happy isn't quite the right word, content, safe, wanted? Something like that.
"I love you Joe."
Damn, that was it. I was feeling loved.
"This has been really cool Marcus, thank you."
"No way, thank you. But Joe, I have to tell you something."
I know I became tense, and he must have felt it too.
"What?"
His lips were brushing my ear, I could feel his breath.
"You're hair is fucking crazy right now."
I breathed out heavily, laughing, smiling, relaxing. He gently bit my ear lobe and I moaned involuntarily. Turning to kiss him, with genuine feelings of love, and then with more energy, which if I hadn't have been feeling so turned on my him might have been called affection but was actually just closer to lust. Marcus lay back in the sand, pulling my with him, so that I was on top of him, facing him, and remembering the last time we had been in that position. We were kissing again, pretty seriously, and I could feel that he was just as excited as I was as we pressed against each other. So yes, the stupid idea had turned out pretty amazing actually.
"Shall we go home?"
"Sure."
"I thought we'd stay in tonight, order take-out, watch some Netflix, just chill."
God yes, I hoped I knew exactly how 'Netflix and chill' was going to go.
The drive back was just as easy and full of me feeling happy as the rest of the day had been. Somehow, the two hours just flew by, and we were parking outside his house in no time. Following Marcus in, him carrying my bag, me carrying the soft and fluffy dolphin he had won for me earlier, I realised that I'd forgotten that other people were going to be here. During our minor detour via the kitchen for snacks, Marcus' Dad made polite conversation.
"Hey Joe, how are you?"
As I stood there, holding the dolphin and several boxes of Oreos, smiling like a crazy person, watching the most gorgeous boy in the world carry two pints of milk with my bag on his shoulder, it was a pretty easy question.
"Good thank you. Awesome, actually."
"We're probably going to order take-out and stay upstairs Dad, you want anything?"
"No, I'll get myself something, you guys don't have to worry about me."
Walking back into Marcus' bedroom was both totally exciting and also made me a tiny bit nervous. He helped me unpack my clothes and even cleared some space in his wardrobe for me which was about the sweetest thing anyone has ever done. I made sure that he didn't need to open my wash bag where I'd put the condoms and lube. I didn't want him to think that was all I was thinking about. Although to be fair, it was taking up an increasing amount of my thoughts as time went on. When we'd finished putting my stuff away, I sort of stupidly felt a bit like I was moving in, like this was the beginning of something permanent. There was space for me, he had made space for me, and I liked that feeling. We flicked through so many pages of things to watch and decided on nothing, so eventually just left the TV on some music channel whilst we ordered food. Not that it really mattered as neither of us were watching it. Other than reading the menu and Marcus telephoning the pizza place, we were mostly only focussing on the 'chill' not the 'Netflix'. Laying on his bed we were almost straight into some serious making out time.
With privacy, and warmth, and no coats, it was so much more fun. For the first time in a week I was able to slide my hands under his T-shirt and feel his beautiful body as we kissed. And likewise, he was making the most of the opportunity to explore under my clothes. As much as we started out slow, things just seemed to be going up a gear again and again. Pushing up his T-shirt, I was able to kiss and lick all across his abs, and up towards his chest. Feeling him exposing my own body in the same way just made me want more and more of him. Alternating between kissing his chest and kissing him properly, with ever increasing force.
No longer luxuriating in the slow and subtle exploration of each others mouths, our tongues vying for space, tasting each other, forcing ourselves closer together, sharing our own bodies with each other. On the verge of starting to undress each other, we were brought back to a different aspect of reality by the car horn of the pizza guy. Marcus held me in front of him, only for a second, but as though he was studying me, looking straight into my eyes.
"I'm so hungry", he said. I wasn't sure if he was talking about the pizza, or if he was just talking to me. Either way, it didn't matter, I felt the same. We ran downstairs and then made a somewhat slower journey back up, carrying what was obviously far too much food. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, really, we ate most of it. There was basically no pretence at all by then that we were going to be watching TV or playing video games, or doing anything other than enjoy each other. Kneeling opposite each other, we both paused and laughed after pulling off each other's shirts, as a fine spray of sand fell down onto us. How exactly does sand get everywhere? Marcus looked at me with a definite degree of mischief.
I liked that look.
"Looks like we need to shower before getting in to bed" he said.
Oh god yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I looked at him, drinking in his half naked beauty.
"Yes, that seems very sensible."
"Doesn't it. Come on then, lets go be very sensible."
With that, he jumped off the bed and stood in front of me, unfastening his jeans. I'd like to say that I didn't just stare at him like a lust filled teenager, but it would be a total lie and I enjoyed it. Leaving his boxers on, Marcus disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open, although sadly I couldn't see around corners so couldn't see him.
I heard the water start running, and then in a move that can only have been designed to be both totally cliché and attention grabbing, his boxers flew out of the door way, landing on the floor just past me.
As invitations go, and not that I was really waiting for one, this was pretty good. I undressed, hung up my jeans, picked up my wash bag, and walked in to the bathroom. Marcus was already in the shower, and seriously, I could just have stood there and watched. It was, literally, like porn, but without the bad music soundtrack or the noises of more people than are in the picture moaning. Just a water droplet covered glass partition away was the sexiest boy I'd ever met in real life, naked, wet, and waiting for me. I walked around, into the water cascading from the ceiling, and his arms were around me. After who knows how long of some serious kissing, we decided to actually take care of the alleged reason for being there, rather than the rather more obvious, hard reasons that were trapped between us. A predictable and not altogether unpleasant side effect of shampoo and shower gel in the shower, is that you end up getting all soapy and slippery. A fact that didn't go un-noticed. Or un-explored.
Should there ever have been any question of whether or not we were going to be doing sex stuff in the shower, not that I think there ever was, it was answered when Marcus took hold of my cock. My moans only slightly muffled by us kissing. His other hand was on my back, pulling us closer, and sliding down, until he was grabbing my ass. There's a part of me that would like to be able to say that this was the beginning of a several hour sex marathon, but honestly, my inexperience and my overall horniness about being naked with this cute boy means that that would be a lie. Those fifteen minutes of Marcus wanking me and kissing me might have lasted a little longer but after he slid his fingers into me my knees were going weak, which had the side-effect of him pushing even deeper into me. Within moments, I was shouting expletives as I shot all over the two of us, falling against him slightly, as he held me tight. I could feel exactly how turned on Marcus was, pressing right against my stomach. Not wanting to leave him unsatisfied for a moment longer than necessary I sank to my knees. Firstly, it was still much more stable than trying to support my own weight after what I'd just experienced, but mostly, I wanted to taste him. I don't honestly know how good I really was at it, but he made all the right noises as I had my first taste of his, or in fact any, cock. It was both exactly as I had fantasised about so many times before, and also, more difficult than I thought it would be. As much as the basics were there, I think my technique probably wasn't perfect, but it seemed to be good enough. We were both into it, and hearing him enjoy it so much made me even more determined to make him feel just as incredible as I still was. It didn't seem very long before he was gripping my head with is hands and pushing harder into my mouth, and I finally got to taste his cum. It was fucking hot.
Leaving the shower and drying off, we hardly had a moment where we weren't touching each other somewhere. It felt completely natural when we climbed into bed together, touching, stroking, feeling each other, as though learning each others' body. There was no rush to do anything else, and so sleep won out. Falling asleep with each other, I was feeling about as happy as I could imagine being. There was so much more I wanted to do with Marcus, but there was time for all that.
Waking up with Marcus was a feeling I liked a lot, and was hoping I'd be doing a lot more of in the future. It was already mid-morning when we woke up, and even later by the time we actually got out of bed. We were both hard, so it seemed obvious to make the most of the opportunity and practice my newly acquired skills. Only this time Marcus was sucking me at the same time, which was distracting to say the least. It was like total sensory overload for me, but in a really, really good way. And what felt different was the two-way connection between us, not just physically, but almost emotionally. Not that sucking someone's cock is the most emotionally charged communication I'm sure, but there was a real sense of us being joined together. My building excitement being transferred into increased work and attention on sucking Marcus, who in turn, shifted up his efforts on me. And so we shared the inevitable spiral up to the equally inevitable sticky, tasty, intense, and mildly exhausting conclusion.
By the time we got downstairs for what we still called breakfast, there was only Marcus' Dad at home. He was sat in the kitchen but moved into the lounge when we arrived, either to give us some space or maybe just for some quiet, I'm not sure which. Marcus made us far too much toast to go with the orange juice, and we talked about our plans for the week ahead. Unfortunately, plans for the rest of the day were very limited, as I had to go home so that I had at least some small chance of getting some work done ready for Monday morning. We spent another hour or so just lounging around in his room, talking about rubbish and just enjoying being with each other. But we both knew that no matter how slowly I packed my clothes back into my bag, Marcus was going to be driving me home soon, and our time on this small island of happiness was going to be over again, at least for a few days. Probably until next weekend, but I liked the idea that it might be sooner, even though I couldn't see how that would ever happen. Just before we left his room, Marcus kissed me again. Not shocking news, we'd been doing that quite a lot. But this time, this was different. It was soft, deliberate, caring, not fuelled by desire to do anything other than express his feelings for me.
"I love you Joe."
"Yes, you mentioned it before."
"And I'm going to keep telling you until you believe it, properly believe it."
"I'm beginning to Marcus, I still don't really know why you do though."
"Because you're the most incredible boy in the world."
"Oh, that. That's nothing."
I smiled, genuinely embarrassed but also happy. We kissed again, and headed off. When I got home, having watched Marcus drive away after dropping me off, there was the usual Sunday afternoon stuff going on.
Which is to say, a slightly lazy feeling chaos of everyone preparing for Monday. The girls were pretty hyper for god knows what reason. They don't seem to need a reason as far as I can tell, but thankfully, they are usually quite self-contained in their manic behaviours, only needing each other to be involved. Callum was watching TV, Mum was starting to prepare dinner for later, and Dad was doing something complicated looking with the washing machine. Probably just trying to turn it on. Mum would have argued with him about him for not doing enough to help, because she was stressing about dinner and housework for no perceptible reason, so he'd have said he'll do some washing. And even though Mum will have explained to him a thousand times, he won't have really listened, which is why he's now on the verge of taking the whole machine apart just to open the door. But this was all fairly predictable, and I kind of drifted through it all, feeling insulated, protected somehow, maybe just happy in myself and so not worrying so much about other people. No-one mentioned the fluffy dolphin I was carrying.
Callum was the only person who made any attempt at asking me about how my date with Marcus had gone, but I didn't really want to get in to that conversation, at least not so publically. I thought he seemed content enough with my vague answers, so I was able to retreat to my room, enjoying the final moments of that Marcus feeling, as I slowly returned to reality. I'm not sure if being almost completely ignored was better or worse than what happened later, over dinner. We were all sat around eating, which actually is unusual enough, when Callum, without warning, did something completely ordinary but also, I suspect, deliberate.
"So how was you're date Joe?"
There was a couple of seconds of silence, punctuated only by Mum glaring at him and not at all subtly indicating towards Chloe and Gemma. So I guess we weren't supposed to talk about it in front of them. But their giggling totally gave away the fact that they thought they were in on the secret.
"What's so funny?" I was trying not to be annoyed. They answered my question in unison.
"Joe's got a boyfriend!"
OK, so that was a surprise. But at least it was out there now. There was a definite shift in mood, definitely less tension than had been there a second ago. Well, slightly less.
"It's was OK thanks. Great, actually, it was great."
Gemma couldn't help herself, she was obviously feeling proud of herself as she told everyone what she knew.
"Kylie at school said that her sister said that you're gay and you're boyfriend is Tom's brother because she saw you at the cinema last week!"
Chloe look annoyed because she had beaten her to it. Mum and Dad looked slightly awkward. I thought, or at least hoped, that this was going to be the end of it, but realised that I was now the only person eating.
"What?" I said to no-one in particular. "It's fine. You can tell Kylie that her sister was right. And, you can tell her that his name is Marcus."
They seemed very excited to be in possession of this new bit of information. I hadn't realised that my love life was going to be of such interest. We all talked briefly about my day out yesterday, and things did finally settle down again. I was sort of pleased that at least my family now all knew and it had been more or less OK to talk about it.
Marcus laughed when I told him about it later, and then got all serious.
"So, when am I allowed to meet your family properly?"
"Oh, erm.... I don't know. Do you really want to?"
"Yes Joe, of course I want to! I mean, if you want me to."
"OK, I'll think about it."
"Joe?"
"Yes?"
"I had an amazing time with you this weekend."
"Me too."
We didn't talk any more about him meeting my family. But it was there.
Lodged in my head as a thing I needed to get sorted. I actually wanted it to happen as well, even if it was only our second date. We chatted on and off for the rest of the evening, until finally I fell asleep, wishing that I was lying next to him.