“Oh yeah, that’s right. What time are they coming over?” He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He wiggled down under the sheet and kissed the tip of my nose. His chin was coarse with stubble and I liked the way it felt against my cheek. He looked good with a clean-shaven face, but he was cute with stubble too. I touched his cheek, tickling my fingers with his prickly whiskers.
“What?” I asked, blushing lightly. I forgot he asked me a question.
“Heh. What time are they coming over?”
“About seven. Speaking of which, I gotta run to the store,” I said, flipping the sheet off and sitting up.
Wesley hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me back down. He kissed me warmly and pinched my nipple playfully. I started to protest, but I knew it was pointless. It was impossible to stop him once he got started. I turned over and took his face in my hands. I lapped at his lips, stopping briefly to kiss him, and reached for the tube of lotion on the nightstand. I dribbled some on my fingers and began to frig Wesley with one hand and slid my other hand between my thighs. Wesley looked at me, seeing that I was preparing myself for him, and stiffened even more in my hand. I smiled and sucked his bottom lip. I loved that I could turn him on like that.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to hurry up,” Wesley whispered slowly.
I climbed onto his lap, with my back to him, and he eased his way inside. I rocked against him as he slid his hand around my hip and pulled on me quickly. I threw my head back, shuddering with the unstoppable flow of pleasure. He pressed his lips against the nape of my neck and discovered an entirely new erogenous zone. He pushed up and forward as I bounced on his lap and then without warning, he came hard into me and I came into his hand.
Wesley panted in my ear, and I leaned back against him. “Sorry that was so quick,” he said. “I couldn’t help myself. You should come with a warning label: May cause one to… cum faster than expected.”
“Heh heh, where would I put a label like that?” I asked, looking over my shoulder. Wesley poked my forehead with his finger and grinned. I slid off his lap to the edge of the bed and pulled on my boxers. “Wanna go to the store with me?”
“But we were gonna play video games today,” he whined.
“We’ll play video games all day tomorrow.”
“You’re screwing up my schedule! Today we play video games and tomorrow we fuck all day. I had it all planned out!”
“If you don’t go to the store with me, I may not be open tomorrow,” I countered, standing up and crossing my arms with a grin on my face.
“Let me get dressed,” Wesley answered, standing up and pulling on a clean pair of boxers from the dresser.
We went to the grocery store and got the ingredients to make lasagna according to Mom’s recipe. I bought some garlic bread too. We got home and Wesley watched me make the lasagna and put it in the oven to bake.
Wesley sat in the recliner and I sat between his knees on the floor. We started playing video games, but I wasn’t very good. I finally talked Wesley into playing Tekken since he didn’t have any of the Zelda games. I usually played Jun, but I kept beating Wesley, so I switched to Haihachi.
“You’re really good at this. You sucked at Grand Theft,” Wesley commented, pounding on his controller.
“I like fighting games. Tekken is my favorite. The only thing Mortal Kombat has going for it is Scorpion and Subzero. Tekken is way better!”
Wesley lost again and I giggled, secretly proud of myself.
“You gotta be someone else! This sucks.”
I could tell he was surprised that I was pretty good at video games, but frustrated that he couldn’t beat me. So I switched to the samurai guy and purposely let him win. He looked at me and frowned.
“You lost on purpose.”
“No, I didn’t. Really!”
“Liar.”
I set down my controller and crawled onto Wesley’s lap. I gave him a consolation kiss, and then went to the kitchen to check on the lasagna. I turned the oven off, leaving the lasagna in, and made a salad. I told Wesley to go take a shower and he refused, unless I agreed to join him. I shook my head and sighed, and Wesley took my hands and kissed me sweetly. I realized I could never tell him no and followed him into the bathroom.
Alycia came over at seven and I ran to answer the door. She smiled and walked in, and I waited, leaving the door open. Then Alycia turned and smiled again.
“Mike’s not coming.”
“What? Why?” I asked, glancing outside before closing the door. “Did he get called into work or something?”
“No. He’s just an asshole.”
“What?”
“Hiya, Wes! How are you?” she asked, her smile back. I stood next to her and glanced at Wesley. Alycia sat down on the sofa and looked up at me.
“What happened?” I asked.
Alycia sighed and stared at her lap. “Dammit,” she said and balled her hands into fists. “I wasn’t going to tell you, but the more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. Mike didn’t want to come because… he didn’t think it was right.” Wesley and I exchanged glances. “He said it was unnatural for two boys to be in love,” she clarified, looking up at me hesitantly. “God. I told him that once he saw you together, he’d see how natural it was. But he said that he didn’t agree with it, so he didn’t want to be around it.”
I looked at Wesley and then sat down next to Alycia. It was surprising; Mike never acted strange around me or avoided me before.
“The thing is, he never said a word about it
