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Straitjackets and Starlight: Part 3
-=Devon=-
No sooner had I walked in the door then my mom handed me the phone and told me to call John back right away. He answered on the second ring. Laughing. Hard.
"Well done milad!" He finally managed to choke out. "You did amazingly! Bet that surprised the hell outa em'!"
I didn't really know what to say, since I had never heard John so animated before, so I just let him rant for a little while about how the quacks that run that place don't know what they're doing and how I was the next Freud. Finally he calmed down enough to actually have an intelligent conversation.
"So, do you think you could handle going back?"
I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice but I still giggled a bit when I adamantly agreed. Who even giggles anymore? God. We agreed I would go back next week at the same time and John hung up. I found it odd that he didn't want to meet with me and discuss, well, the discussion. But maybe he just wanted to see how I would play this out.
I quickly told my mom about the meeting, and she was appropriately excited for me, while still maintaining that parental cool. I told her I was going to go see if Elliott was around and bolted out the door and down the stairs to my Jeep. I called him on his cell before I pulled away and he said he was just chilling at home, so I drove the few blocks to his house. Sure, I could have walked, but I had had my car for 2 days. I would drive to the convenience store down the street!
Elliott met me outside his front door and jumped into the passenger side and we were off. I told him everything about what had happened, and by the time I was almost at the end of the recounting, we pulled up in front of 'Deckers'. It was a burger joint that my mom said reminded her of when she was a kid, and we had been coming here for as long as I could remember. They had the best milkshakes ever, which washed down the barley palatable burgers and made you forget how greasy the fries were.
We sat down and ordered, then there was a moment of silence. Elliott finally spoke up.
"So, in all this, you haven't said a word about what he looked like. You were crazy curious yesterday, so why the sudden change?"
I squirmed in my seat a bit before finally letting out an exasperated sigh. "When you came out, you... I... you said... and I was just... How did you know for sure you were gay?" I started out really calm, but just kind of blurted the last bit out, and I sat there staring at his shocked face for a few seconds.
-=Elliott=-
"Well? How'd you know?"
Whoa there. Is he saying he's gay? Wow. What the fuck do I say? I knew because I loved Devon, a little too much. I knew because every time we got changed for gym, I would watch him and get hard. I knew because seeing him smile made me feel like I was on cloud nine. I knew because watching him move made me ache. I knew because...
"I guess I just watched guys more then I watched girls and figured it out... " Yeah, that'll fool him. I sound like some kind of pervert. "Why do you ask?"
He seemed to struggle for an answer, and obviously the shake he was staring into was not providing one, because the silence seemed to stretch forever.
"I think I like guys."
THATS FUCKING FANTASTIC. LETS FUCK. NOW. As soon as I thought it I felt myself actually get a little hard. What did this mean? Was he telling me this as a friend or as a possible boyfriend. Did he want help, did he want me to teach him some things. I decided to play it as cool as possible and pinched my thigh under the table to make my hard on go away.
"Ok. Cool. Are you... ok with this?" I tried to seem reassuring and caring, but I thought either my mind or my cock were going to just explode. My ever untouchable best friend suddenly moves into my playing field and I'm supposed to be CALM?
He smiled and I felt myself blush, and I fought the urge to throw myself across the table and kiss him. I was smiling soon too and we both had a short, semi awkward laugh.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine. I mean I have you right, you'll help me through this at school and stuff?" He flashed me a big grin and I felt my face return it. Stupid face. I decided to bring the conversation back to some form of normality before I just imploded from the cascade of emotions sweeping through me.
"So, the boy in the loony bin...?"
"Don't call it that. I saw him and I just... I don't know how to describe it. He was so beautiful. He's almost albino, and has this alabaster skin, and his hair is perfectly white. He has an amazing body, and his scarring is barely visible at all. His eyes are like mercury and I think I stared into them for a good 20 seconds before I remembered I was supposed to be talking. I just felt... whole when I was around him."
Sounds like the way I feel around you. I felt a great wave of sadness wash away the tumult inside me. He didn't even know this boy, but he was desperately in love with him. You could see it in his eyes. The infatuation, the desire. I saw it in me whenever I thought about Devon. I just pasted on a smile and made sure my eyes reflected it (Devon noticed little shit like that. Hardest person to lie to ever).
"Are you going to see him again?"
Devon's face got a little solemn at that. "Yeah, next week. But what do I do? How do I act? What if I say something stupid and he just locks up again?"
"Just be yourself man. You're an awesome person and he'll fall in love with you right away. I know I did!"
HolyshitdidIjustsaythat. fuck fuck fuck. I took a long drag from my milkshake before looking up. He was smiling, god I wished he would stop that, and looking at me.
"I love you too man, like the brother I never had. As horribly clichéd as that is."
Yeah. Brother. Because THATS what I want to be. I just smiled and we chit chatted for an hour or so about the first week of school, Devon's new found sexual self, and anything else we could think of, before Devon dropped me off at home.
The next day found me sitting alone in my room after a long day of doing absolutely nothing. I was staring at my blank computer monitor and letting my thoughts wander aimlessly, trying desperately not to think about Devon in any way.
It was getting late by this point, especially since it was Sunday and school was sneaking up fast. I felt my phone buzz and glanced down to see a text message waiting from Mark. I had met him a few days ago at school. He was a year older than me, so in the same grade as Devon, and cute enough. We had crossed paths in the cafeteria and chatted for a bit and he seemed nice enough, and we exchanged numbers. He had texted me a few times, and seemed interested in starting something. I read the message.
Hey, wat u up 2 rite now
I truly despised people that typed like that. But I had learned to deal with it simply because you couldn't escape it at my age. I figured talking to him would get my mind off Devon at least for a little bit, so I texted him back.
Nothing, you?
Just wondering if u wanted 2 hang out 2nite
Hmm. What to say to that. I could easily just say my parents wouldn't let me come out, which would be a lie since they were fairly easygoing as long as they knew generally where I was going. But at the same time, I thought it would be a good idea to get out there a bit, ya know? At the very least it would get me out of this depressive slump I had been in all day. What the hell.
Yeah sure. What would you like to do?
I have a car, wnt me 2 pick u up?
I texted him my address and he said he would be here in 25 minutes. Well, 25 minutes to decide what to wear I guess! I am gay after all, cant let ALL the stereotypes fall by the wayside. I tried on a few different outfits before settling on a pair of skinny jeans that I almost never wore, because I found them uncomfortable, but they made my ass look awesome, along with a crimson dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone. I felt myself get a little excited at the prospect of having a date. And as I had hoped, I didn't think about Devon at all. Mark texted me saying he was here, and I double checked myself in the mirror. Not half bad!
I walked quietly down the stairs so as not to wake my parents, then opened the front door and walked outside. I gawked a little at the 2012 Mustang GT sitting at an awkwardly loud idol on my street. Awesome, a rich kid. What was I getting into...
I threw on my most confident face and walked to the passenger side door and crawled into the car. Mark was sitting there with a big smile on his face. Like I said, he was cute. Not a god among men, but cute. He was about 6' with longer blonde hair that kind of stuck out on the sides, in a way I thought always looked a little like wings but found attractive. He wasn't in perfect physical condition, but was naturally slim with a little definition to him. Still, he was a linebacker on the football team at school so I knew he had at least some strength to bring to bear. He had brown eyes that I found were a little too small for his head, but overall he was a good looking guy. Nothing like De... no. Not going there. I smiled back and he started away as soon as my door closed.
After an initial kind of awkward silence I managed to squeeze out a "Nice care dude."
He gave me a sheepish smile and replied;
"Please don't think I'm a spoiled rich brat. My family is pretty well off, but I like to think I'm pretty grounded. And yeah, it definitely gets me to and from school every day." I laughed at that and smiled genuinely.
"The thought hadn't crossed my mind. So where did you want to go?"
"I know kind of a cool place up by the airport, sound good?"
I nodded and we talked idly about school for the 20 minutes it took to drive to the other side of town. Eventually he pulled onto a dirt road that led around the outskirts of the airport and drove for awhile, before coming to a stop in a small gravel parking lot. It was deserted at this time on a Sunday, and he gestured for me to follow him out of the car and down a little path that lead to a picnic area.
We sat down at a table beside one and other and just looked up at the stars. Now, the city we live in isn't huge, just one million people, but it's still a good size and you can't really see the stars that well. The airport however was on the outskirts of the city, and far away from city centre where most of the smog was concentrated, so as I looked up I got a great view of the night sky, with only the occasional airplane overhead.
As I was looking up I heard a faint rustling beside me, and when I looked to see Mark had his shirt off and the top button of his pants undone. I sat there a little dumbfounded for a second or two while he just looked at me curiously.
"Don't you want to take off your clothes?" He asked, as if it were the most normal thing anyone could have said. I was silent at first, I mean christ, we were just talking about how Mr. Hennson spits when he talks and now we're getting naked? After a few seconds of my silence he harumphed and gave me a disgusted once over.
"You're not one of those guys who doesn't have sex at all right? It's just sex, it doesn't mean we're getting married. We both have some fun, I drive you home, we nod at each other in the hallway at school and thats that."
I was aghast at this, since to me, sex wasnt just sex. It should be an expression of love and commitment. Jerking off was for daily pleasure, but I would never share myself with someone for 20 seconds of ecstasy.
"Look Mark, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but I'm not really game for that... type of thing." His face reflected true anger now and I got a little scared. We were totally alone out here, no one would hear me scream...
"You mean I came all this fucking way so you could just TALK? If I had any interest in what you were saying I'd ask you out to coffee or something, not to come fuck in a park. Fuck man!"
He got up and grabbed his shirt from the table and started stalking back to his car. I got up to follow, having little choice and he whirled around and stopped.
"No, no way I'm driving your little virgin ass back to your house. Fuck you."
I stood there shocked for a second before I sighed and walked back to the bench. I saw the headlights of his car when he started it a few moments later, and watched it drive away. I lay down face up on the picnic table and felt myself sink back into the depressive cloud I had been in all day, and eventually tears started to fall. I hated crying with a passion. It was so....weak. But no one was around, no one would see me cry now. I curled up and just let myself weep.
-=Devon=-
James ran his hand along my inner thigh, his skin touching the tender flesh there and sending shivers along my spine. His hand was getting closer and closer....would he do it? His fingertips lightly brushed the sensitive skin on my sac before he closed his palm gently around my hard shaft. It felt soooooo good. His hand was hot, his almost white skin a sharp contrast to the darker skin of my erection and he was squeezing ever so gently. A drop of precum oozed out of my cockhead and started to run down the side. He leaned forwards and, without breaking eye contact with those swirling silver eyes, gently licked it off. I moaned loudly as his wet tongue teased the side of my shaft. Still looking at me intensely, he leaned down and took the tip of my throbbing cock into his mouth. I threw my head back and groaned in pleasure at the warmth of his mouth. This would be heaven if that infernal vibrating noise would stop. What was that anyways? It sounded almost like my phone....
I awoke with a start to realize it was all only a beautiful dream. And my phone was in fact ringing. My cock was painfully hard, and I knew before I went back to sleep that night I would need to do something about it. Speaking of sleep, who the hell was calling me at 1am on Monday morning?
I leaned over and grabbed my phone and saw that it was Elliott. I frowned and picked up.
"He champ, what's up?"
I heard gentle sobs coming from the phone and sat up in my bed. He still hadn't said anything.
"Elliott, where are you?"
A loud sniffle and a cough. Finally he spoke. "I don't fucking know, there's picnic tables and trees, by the airport. Off some dirt road."
I knew the place, luckily my mom used to take me there all the time on picnics when I was younger, I used to love watching the airplanes coming in too land.
"I'll be there in 5 minutes. Don't go anywhere ok?" I heard another sniffle.
"Its 20 minutes from your place, you can't get here in five." My best friend was crying and I didn't know why, I was GOING to get there.
"Just don't move man, I'm coming for you." I heard him hang up and I jumped out of bed and grabbed a T-shirt and my keys. I was wearing boxers to bed and didn't really see the need for more. I quietly but quickly made my way out of the apartment and down to my jeep and tore off down the street. I made it there in 7 minutes, miraculously without any speeding tickets. I pulled to a stop in the parking area and got out and walked down the short path into the little grove of trees where the picnic tables were. It was a beautiful night and the air was crisp and fresh, with the stars shining down and providing ample light to navigate the winding path.
I saw Elliott sitting with his arms around his legs on top of a picnic table. He had obviously been crying and he was gently rocking back and forth facing away from me now. I walked up to the table and sat down next to him.
"Wanna talk about it?" I asked, looking at the stars above and not looking at him. I knew from years of experience that he hated to be seen crying, and he would avoid it at all costs. So I didn't look at him, or comment on it. I heard a rustle and assumed he had shaken his head no.
I scooted closer to him on the table and placed a protective arm around his shoulders and pulled him into me. He felt cold, as if he had been sitting outside for too long. I did look at him now, and saw that he was much better dressed then I. He was wearing those pants I didn't like, because I thought they made him look like he was trying too hard. And a tight red dress shirt that really made him look good. So he was trying to impress someone. A date maybe? I knew he had given his number out to a few guys, since they seemed to be drawn to him. But what had happened to get him out HERE all alone and crying?
I felt him sigh and lean into me. I took a deep breath and breathed in the familiar smell of Elliott. I loved the way he smelled, no matter the time of day or whether he had just finished a ten mile run. He always smelt good. He rested his head on my shoulder and his hair tickled my cheek. I gently rubbed his back through his shirt and just let him sit like that. While I hated touching for the most part, I knew he was a very touchy feely type of person. He was one of the VERY few people I could accept physical contact from comfortably, and I knew how much a touch meant to him.
After what felt like a long time, I stood up and gently guided him back to my jeep. He slowly began to tell me what had happened once we started driving back to our neighborhood, much slower then when I had come the other direction, and I tried my best to not offer psychological advice.
The one thing I found most often in books written by psychologists for psychologists, was that they seemed to lose their ability to deal with people as a normal person. Elliott didn't need a professional opinion on his feelings. He needed his best friend. And I would move heaven and earth to be there for him.
I placed my hand on his thigh as we drove, and he put his hand on top of mine while he talked. After he was done telling me what happened, I couldn't think of anything to say. I looked at him and smiled before eventually settling on "Mark doesn't know what he was missing man. Don't beat yourself up over it, but I wouldn't be getting into any strange cars in the near future if I were you." I flashed him a big grin and he returned it, and it seemed like he was at least feeling a little better. I pulled up in front of his house and I expected him to just get out of the car and thank me before walking away, but he made no move to open the door.
"Dev... I... I don't really want to be alone tonight." He was staring at his feet and I could faintly see a blush on his cheeks.
I smiled and said "Don't worry about it. We can still have a sleep over right?".
-=Elliott=-
I felt all the grief I had been feeling washed away the moment Devon said that. I didn't even do anything except grin stupidly while Devon parked his jeep in front of my house. I still hadn't managed words as we climbed the stairs up to my bedroom.
We hadn't done this in years! We used to sleep over at each other's houses all the time, since we lived so close and were so close ourselves. But as we got older it kind of trailed off until we stopped all together. When we were little, I used to have bunk beds that I made my parents buy just for Devon. That way, when he stayed over he would have a bed. But a sixteen year olds room is very different then a ten year olds. Now I had a double bed instead, and unless Devon slept on the couch downstairs, he would be on the floor or sharing with me.
I saw him yawn from the corner of my eye as we walked quietly into my room. My parents bedroom was in the basement so I wasn't worried about waking them, but still it was best to be careful. They would both be gone by the time I woke up the next day.
"I'm dead on my feet, I'm going to crash. We sharing the bed?"
He said it so nonchalantly... Like I didn't dream of sleeping in the same bed as him every day. I would be in bed. With Devon. In bed. And Devon. Would be in the bed WITH me. Bed. Devon.
"Uh.. yeah, if that's cool with you." I tried to smile reassuringly, but I think I just grimaced and looked weird. Devon smiled at me and pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. God he was beautiful. And I got to sleep next to that tonight! He climbed into my bed and lay back. then just looked at me. I guess he was expecting me to do something. Right. Bed. What do I do for bed again? Yeah.... clothes. I don't wear clothes in bed. Devon wore boxers... should I wear boxers? I didn't usually, preferring to just sleep in the buff. I was still debating this when Devon finally spoke up.
"I know you sleep naked man, you always have. I saw you naked two days ago remember? You can sleep however you want, I'm just here for emotional support."
Fucking mind reader that kid. I grimaced/smiled again and pulled all my clothes off before quickly turning out the light. I could feel Devons eyes follow me as I did so, and it made me a little self conscious. I crawled into bed and lay down facing the opposite direction as Devon. I felt like I should thank him, but before I could, I heard his breathing even out and he was fast asleep. I was debating turning over to look at him when I felt the bed move and suddenly his arm was around my middle and pulling me close.
I was suddenly surrounded by the warmth and smell of him. I had dreamt this would happen, but dreams were just that, dreams. The reality was so much more intense. His naked chest was like a furnace, and it felt good pressed against my back. The smell that was so uniquely Devon was all around me and I breathed it in deep. His strong arm felt good against my belly. I placed my hand over his and closed my eyes, forgetting all about Mark and all the other things that had been eating away at me all day, content just to be close to him for a little while..
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