Taylor
My heart pounded. In less than an hour, Scott would be here. And my room was still cluttered, the carpet indistinguishable, my dirty laundry thrown over the desk and on the floor. I quickly shoved anything out of its place under the bed.
I raced around my room, trying to toss random objects into the closet. I ran past the mirror and my reflection pulled me back. I was torn about what I saw.
My layered hair was limp, a fine coating of dust and sweat covering my face and neck. I guess cleaning took more out of me than I thought. My cheeks were rosier than usual, and sort of blotchy. I grabbed an elastic and pulled back what hair I could into a pony tail. Then I set back to work.
Fifteen minutes of tidying up later, and my room was next to spotless. It needed a vacuuming, but I could do that later. I needed a shower. The heat in my room (the AC was being fixed and Ike had stolen my fan, claiming "heat rash") was almost unbearable. I struggled to push up the window, and a quick gust of cool air dried the sweat on my face. I leaned my forehead on the window, the cool window pane felt so good. I closed my eyes and dreamt of Scott, leaning against me, caressing my cheek with his rough, calloused fingertips. I had almost forgotten what his kiss was like. Almost forgotten, but not completely. I still remember, on calm, quiet nights when all you can hear are crickets and mosquitos. I remember his beautiful face and suddenly, I'm not so lonely anymore.
Scott
The houses mixed with the trees, the garages mixed with the houses. The scenery all became one jumbled mess as I leisurely drove to Taylor's house.
It took me thirty minutes longer than usual to get dressed that morning. As I finally decided I didn't care what I wore (even though I really did), I left my house, stressed and frustrated. I left earlier than I planned to, but I needed to see him, touch him, make sure he was still real and not just a week-long dream.
The ride over was both calming, and maddening. The car couldn't go fast enough to get me over to his house. I pumped the gas, beeped my horn at lazy Sunday drivers and waited impatiently for the light to turn red. It seemed every light lasted an eternity.
But the trees calmed me. Their bright summer green melted away the frustrated impatience. I thought of Taylor and his cool blue eyes and they calmed me too. Who was I kidding? ANY part of Taylor would calm me.
I turned the car onto Taylor's street. This time, I drove extra slow. It was only my second trip into Tulsa, my first time to Taylor's house, and I didn't want to accidentally drop in on strangers. I tried to be confidant as I parked in the driveway of the house I was sure was his. I smoothed back my hair, straightened my pants, popped a tic tac into my mouth, just to be sure. Then I knocked.
No answer. Had he dropped me? Did he suddenly realize he wanted nothing to do with me anymore? Insecurity gave a little greeting wave for a brief second before the door flung open and Zac stared me in the face.
"Oh, hey. Good to see you, man. How you been?" He asked, his voice deeper from puberty. Zac had grown up since I last saw him. He was taking after his older brothers and I was subtly attracted.
"Pretty good," I answered, shoving my clammy hands into my pockets and walking into the house. It was quiet and I figured the family was out somewhere, doing something that families do.
Zac smiled. "He's in the shower. You can wait up in his room if you want," he offered. I nodded my thanks and ascended the stairs to Taylor's room.
Taylor
I leant back in the shower, letting the steaming water fall over my head and down my body. There was something oddly arousing about water burning my naked body, making my skin red and tender.
I grabbed the bar of Ivory and lathered up. It smelled so good, so clean. I hoped the smell would stick to my skin. I wanted Scott to smell how good it was too.
I rinsed the soapy foam off my body. The shower head was set to massage and the streams of water felt like Scott's tickling fingers on every inch of my skin. That was enough to get me going. My fingers traveled down, trailing down my smooth chest, over my belly button, down below my waist, to the ash blonde tuft of hair surrounding my dick. I touched its sensitive head, grasping it between my fingers and massaging it lightly. Juicy precum slicked between my fingers and was washed down the drain even faster.
I took the whole of my cock in my hand and it slid easily in my palm. I imagined my hands were Scott's; my fingers became Scott's fingers enveloping the shaft and pumping harder and harder. I groaned slightly, my breath becoming quick as I played the dream in my head. Scott's lips over mine, his hands working their magic. The dream was too much. I let out a gasp as thick foamy cum spurt out from the elegant arch of my prick. It landed on my chest and the shower walls. I made a mental note to wash the cum from the walls before I got out of the shower.
I let out a sigh and slid to the floor of the shower. What was I doing, wasting my time jacking off in the shower when Scott would be here any moment? I rolled my eyes. Scott could wait until I calmed down, rinsed the rest of the spooge off my fingers and washed my hair.
Scott
I waited patiently in Taylor's room. Waited...and waited...and waited. What the hell was he doing in the shower?
I got up from my uncomfortable seat on his bed. Oh, the bed was comfy all right, it was I who felt uncomfortable, sitting there in his room, twiddling my thumbs like an idiot while he leisurely soaked in a hot bath. Pacing his room felt like a time worthy activity. I checked my watch periodically (every five minutes). I just hoped he looked pretty damn good when he got out from the shower.
I grew annoyed at having to wait so long to see him. I had driven so far, so long to see him again. Yet I still had to wait. If God was playing a prank, it sure as hell was not funny.
I flopped down on Tay's bed, threw off my jacket and closed my eyes. Laying there, a vicious mixture of impatience and desperate hope flowed through me. I couldn't wait any longer for him, otherwise I'd surely burst. It was cruel to be so close but still not able to feel his touch.
"Scott!"
My eyes flew open and I shot up from the bed. Taylor stood in the doorway, his face gleaming with surprise. A towel hung from his waist, but other than that, he was nude. My annoyance washed away.
"Taylor...it's been so long," I managed to get out. There was so much I wanted to say, fighting to be said, but I couldn't talk. If I did, my knees would buckle, my heart would skip, my voice would falter. I kept the words to myself, but my eyes never left his face.
He hadn't changed a bit. Same pouty lips, begging to be kissed. Same cool blue eyes that drank in every thing around them. The bluest eyes I ever found. I wanted to leap right into them and swim.
Taylor didn't give me enough time to fully acknowledge him though. He charged at me, kicking the door shut behind him. His impulsive movements caught me, scared me briefly. He reached out to me, wrapped his arms around my body and squeezed tight.
"I missed you," he whispered, his words sending chills down my back. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me with the most passion I'd ever received from him.
His lips searched for any open skin, and we fell back onto the bed, me in my wifebeater and jeans, him still in just that towel. Taylor returned to my mouth and kissed me again, letting his tongue flicker at mine, taunting it, teasing it. I flicked back, my hands dropping lower and lower on his naked body.
Tay squirmed underneath my hands until he had me straddled. I almost stopped him from going too far. But then I mentally slapped myself and went back to sucking on his neck.
I hardly acknowledged the salty trail of wetness rolling down my cheeks. After a year of inhuman separation, Taylor and I were reunited. It was too much to take in all at once. I never wanted anything to ever keep us apart again.
I lifted my arms as Tay tugged at my shirt to remove it. He rubbed his hands down my torso, giving me goosebumps. I lifted my head and licked his nipple. I tasted him and wanted more, but Taylor took a southern route, his tongue trailing down my chest and over my stomach, down to the rim of my worn out Levi's.
Taylor paused for a moment, and I internally screamed for him to continue. His eyes danced teasingly and I held my breath. Our legs were entangled, our hands resting on naked skin. I never wanted our bodies to part.
He continued his gaze while his fingers played with the zipper. I kicked off my shoes to help him. Tay ripped off my jeans in one graceful movement, leaving my slowly rising tent forming against the plaid shorts in total view. He slowly slid his fingers underneath the elastic. I gasped at the coldness of his hand and arched my back slightly. Taylor blinked at me, giving a blank look that bordered on seductive.
Taylor
I didn't stop until I saw Scott's eyes glittered with tears. Even then I wanted to keep going. Remarkably the tiny towel stayed attached to my skinny waist, even though I had prayed it would fall off on its own. But as much as I wanted Scott to flip over on top of me and take over, I delighted in knowing I could do whatever I wanted to him, and he would barely make an attempt to stop me.
I hardly kept back a smile when I noticed Scott's growing erection inside his boxers. My fingers tickled his sides as I kissed him again and slid a hand down into his shorts. He squirmed at little from the coldness of my fingers, but I hoped he would warm them quickly.
I slid another hand down and tugged off his boxers. I threw them to the side and wiggled down his body, kissing the small curls of hair leading from his bellybutton to...
Did he want me to? That was a stupid question. I could hear his pitiful whimpering for more, and I didn't want to keep it from him. I lowered my mouth to the engorged member, shaking slightly with each breath Scott took. I kissed the very crown of his penis to test out Scott's reflexes. I enjoyed tormenting him. His cries were oddly arousing and I took my time to pleasure us both.
My tongue shot out of my mouth like a snake's and I lapped up the generous precum dripping from the top. My tongue slithered around the shaft, feeling every ridge that laced around his cock. Scott bucked his hips slightly and groaned.
"Taylor, oh god..." He spit out breathlessly. I wound my tongue around and around before taking it all in my mouth. I finally got to put to use the hours of practice on popsicles. Scott arched his back until he was resting on just his elbows. I reached up to his ass and squeezed the firm buttocks.
Scott moaned again, getting louder with each wind of my tongue about the stiffened cock. He tasted so sweet, like an orange creamsicle. I felt each swollen vibration in my mouth as Scott rocked his hips to meet my lips. Any moment the vanilla cream would shake loose.
"Oh my god......oh...my..." Scott's face was contorted in desire, his breathing erratic. I reached up to his glistening chest and scratched my nails down his silken skin. Thin lines of red welled up and Scott gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
My tongue began to tire, my mouth to ache from being open so wide, but I couldn't stop. Not until my lover was spent. I bobbed my head faster and faster to the rhythm of his heart. I couldn't get enough of him, and I couldn't wait to taste his elixirs.
Finally Scott reached his peak. He came so quickly I almost was unable to taste him. But I swallowed quickly, not wanted to lose one sugary sweet drop of cum. Shot after shot flew into my mouth, ran over my tongue and down my welcoming throat. I hungrily lapped up every bit of it.
I snuggled up next to Scott and ran a finger over his wounds. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
He smiled his acceptance, a little fatigued. I bent over his stomach and sucked at the lacerations, the coppery tang of the congealing blood mingling with leftover sperm. Scott sighed and lay back comfortably.
"Did you miss me?" I asked, resting my head on his chest and listening to his calming heartbeats.
"Of course. Not everyday do I get a blowjob from Taylor Hanson." He answered jokingly. I lifted my head to face him. His smile was radiantly beautiful, and quite soothing too. So cute and eager. I never wanted to leave him. I felt so safe in his arms, nothing bad could ever happen to us as long as he held me tight and never let go.
"Taylor," He began, the words choking in his throat, calling tears to well up. "I love you."
I smiled again and raised my head to kiss him. "Say it again," I said.
"I love you."
Scott
I kissed his sweet lips, our mouths slightly parted to let our tongues mingle. My whole life I had wished for someone to take me completely. Taylor grabbed my soul in a way I knew no one else could, a way no one else ever had. When we were together, no secrets were kept, no desires were lost, no hope was killed. When we were together we could be anything, do anything, all we had to do was hold on and we would do it. I loved him so utterly that my heart was no longer mine; it was his, and always would be.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??" A booming voice broke our kiss. My eyes flew open for the second time that afternoon. I scrambled to cover myself with the bedspread while Taylor jumped up to hide us.
"Taylor! What the hell is going on?" The voice asked again. I sat up. A young man, roughly our age stood in the doorway. His face mirrored anger, betrayal, pain. My heart dropped as I struggled not to think of the worst.
"Mike, it's..it's not what..." Taylor fought to get out the words. He shot a look at me, his eyes were overflowing with tears. I couldn't speak.
"How could you? How could you?" Mike shouted. He looked at me with hatred burning in every tear that dropped from his eyes. I finally realized what was happening. My lips shook in dumbfounded agony.
I slowly rose from the bed, astonished my feet could carry me. I turned to face Taylor. His face was ashen, except for the pools of blue that overflowed with tears.
"I'm sorry, Scott. I'm so so sorry. A year is a long time. I couldn't wait forever for you," Taylor's whispers stung me in every inch of my soul. His eyes were transfixed to mine. My life never seemed more worthless than those six seconds when Taylor admitted it all.
"I waited for you. I waited, and waited. All my life I waited! I waited for a whole year! I waited as I drove over, I waited as you took a goddamn shower! I waited every second, every hour, every fucking day and every month, knowing that as soon as you were there, I didn't have to wait anymore," I broke down. So much hurt and pain broke me, and I gritted my teeth to stop the tears from coming. I covered my burning face with my hands, the blanket still wrapped around my body.
Taylor stood up, and tried to wrap his arms around me to hug my pain away. I pushed him away and composed myself long enough to gather my clothes. I pulled on my boxers and jeans, threw my shirt in my jacket pocket.
I stood in the doorway. I turned to Mike, who had been staring at us, mouth open wide. "Don't wait for him to apologize," I said, looking directly at Taylor and hoping every word from my mouth would burn him as much as it stung me. "Don't wait for him ever again. You'll lose your whole life that way."
"Scott!" Taylor shouted, his voice strained from crying. I didn't look back as I walked towards the front door. I didn't have the patience anymore.