|
It had been a shitty week for Jonny. The tour had ended well and everyone was off doing their own thing, taking time out for themselves and their families. Jonny had woken early every morning since the end of the tour longing for something though he wasn't sure what. Maybe he missed touring? But the tour had just ended a week ago, that couldn't be it. Maybe he missed performing? Or playing with his gadgets and instruments? But he could do that at any time. He got up, dressed and went out to the garage to get his kite. "Thank god it's at least windy," he thought as he got his kite together. He walked to his usual spot at the park, checking the direction of the wind. He normally determined this by seeing which way his hair blew, but today, it was blowing all over the place. "A challenge," he thought. He had just unspooled the string on his kite when he was startled by a sudden vibration near his crotch. "What the..." oh yeah, his cell phone. He dug it out of his pocket while it kept vibrating in his hand. He looked at the screen and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized the number. He watched the number as the phone kept vibrating. He comptemplated answering the call, but thought better of it. "It's too hard," he told himself. Finally the vibration stopped and he saw the number fade from the screen. He didn't feel much like flying his kite anymore. He lay it down on the grass and slumped near it, still holding the phone in his hand. "Maybe I should have answered it," he thought as he touched the screen with his fingers. "No, it's good that I didn't." He stood up, resolved to forget about the call, forget about the person on the other end. At least now Jonny knew why he felt so much longing. It was for him. It was always for him. Ever since they first met, he had always admired him...loved him. The phone vibrated again, Jonny looked, it was the same number. He set the phone down and picked up his kite. "Put it out of your mind," he said aloud. An hour and a half later, it was still only 7 in the morning. There had been no one else in the park and he was free to run about as he pleased. The wind had died down enough that he was able to exert control over his kite. When he had finished, he walked back to where he had placed his phone earlier. His hair was disheveled after having the wind blow through it and he ran his long fingers through his hair in an effot to straighten it. The phone was no longer vibrating but was blinking, a sign that he had voicemail. He reached down for the phone and noticed that the same number had rung him 7 times in the last hour and a half and had left three messages. Jonny knew who it was. He walked home, fighting the urge to dial the number back. ------------------------------------ Jonny came to a sudden stop as he reached the gate to his front door. Sitting on the stoop with his cell in his hand was Thom. Thom hadn't seen him yet. "I could still walk away," he thought. "What the fuck, Jonny!" Oops, too late. "Where the hell have you been?" Thom was obviously upset. Jonny put on a smile and walked through the gate. Thom stood on the stoop exhibiting both anger and relief. "Out flying my kite," said Jonny as nonchalantly as he could. "What's the occasion Thom? "I fucking thought you were fucking dead, lying in a gutter somewhere!" "Really," thought Jonny. He smiled a little wider thinking of Thom's concern for him. "Sorry Thom. I've been keeping myself busy." "No, what you've been doing is avoiding me," said Thom, much calmer now. "What's wrong, mate? You've been acting really strangely since the tour. Everything alright?" Thom put his hand on Jonny's shoulder who involuntarily shivered at his touch. "Yeah, fine Thom." "Can I come inside then Jonny?" "Yeah, sure." He opened the door and let Thom in. "I've just got to put my kite back in the garage. I'll be right back." Thom smiled at him warmly. Jonny stepped around him but was suddenly pulled back into a tight embrace. "Thom," stammered Jonny. "Wha..." Thom didn't say a word but continued to hold him. Then just as suddenly, he let him go and went in the house. Jonny stood there, unable to move, unsure of what had just happened? When he returned to the house, Thom was sitting on the sofa absent-mindedly strumming Jonny's guitar. "Do you want some tea then Thom?" "Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks Jonny." Thom stopped playing as he answered but didn't look up when he spoke. Jonny walked into the kitchen and after a few moments, he could hear Thom resume playing the guitar. Jonny returned to where Thom was sitting and handed him his tea. Thom stopped playing and reached for the cup in Jonny's hand, his fingers grazing Jonny's as he took the cup. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity before Jonny broke away. "What's going on Jonny? Why haven't you been returning my calls?" Thom stared intently at his tea as he said this, afraid to look at Jonny. Afraid of what he might say. Jonny tried to laugh it off. "You're always saying you're fucking sick of us after months and months of being together non-stop. Just thought I'd give you some space, that's all." Jonny laughed a bit as he said that. Thom sighed heavily. "Not from you Jonny," he reached for Jonny's hand. "Never from you." Jonny slowly turned and looked at Thom. He had never seen him like this before. Thom looked straight into his eyes as if it were the first time that he had ever really seen him. It's now or never, thought Jonny as he licked his lips and slowly leaned in towards Thom. Jonny closed his eyes, imagining the feel of Thom's lips on his. Imagining exploring Thom's mouth with his tongue. He could feel Thom's breath as he neared his lips. "This is it," he thought, only to open his eyes and see that Thom had pulled away. ------------------------------------ Jonny pulled back, embarassed, unsure of what to do. He searched Thom's face for some sign of what he was feeling, but his face was a blank. "Jonny, I..." started Thom. Jonny stood quickly and began pacing the room. "Fuck Thom. Fuck! I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Fuck! Shit, I thought that...I thought..." Jonny stood and faced Thom, who sat looking up at him with the continual blank stare. "What did you think Jonny?" asked Thom calmly. I thought you loved me! I thought you wanted this! I thought you felt the same! I thought that your concern for me, the sudden embrace by the door, the way you looked at me just now, held my hand, I thought that meant something to you! I thought I could finally show you how I feel, how I've felt since we first met! Jonny wanted to scream all of this. To make Thom love him. To confess the feelings he'd kept inside for years. He opened his mouth, "I thought..." "Yes?" said Thom. Jonny, defeated, closed his eyes and lowered his head, hiding behind his curtain of hair that hung, covering his face. "I thought wrong," he sighed. "I'm sorry." He turned and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, silently closing the door behind him. Jonny sat at the edge of the tub, replaying again and again what had just happened in his mind. Burying his head in his hands, his fingers peeking though his hair. He sighed deeply and was surprised to find tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't even realize that he was crying. He began shaking his head from side to side, unwilling to believe that it was all over before it even started. Jonny was so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly fell backwards into the tub when he felt a hand on his thigh... ------------------------------------ He slowly lifted his head and saw Thom kneeling in front of him, both hands resting on Jonny's thighs, and a look of desire and surrender on his face. "Thom," started Jonny. But Thom hushed him with a gentle kiss. It came so suddenly that Jonny didn't have a chance to respond before it was over. Thom smiled at the look of shock on Jonny's face and used his lips to wipe his remaining tears. Jonny smiled as Thom's lips brushed his cheeks. He consciously remained very still, not wanting to frighten him off or have a repeat of what had happened on the sofa. He also kept his eyes wide open, savoring each touch and shivering with anticipation for the next. Thom had moved from his face down to his ears, using his tongue to make a path. He used one hand to smooth Jonny's hair behind his ear while stroking Jonny's thigh with the other, getting closer and closer to the obvious erection in Jonny's jeans. Thom began licking and nibbling on Jonny's ears. "That tickles Thom," laughed Jonny. Thom finally reached his destination and used both hands to undo Jonny's jeans. He pulled back and looked into Jonny's eyes. Jonny stopped giggling and returned the look. They both knew they wanted it. They'd been waiting for this moment. He undid the first button and reached in for a kiss. Jonny was ready this time and returned it fervently, his tongue seeking Thom's and exploding upon meeting. "Ohhh, Thom," he moaned. His breath became shallow as their kiss deepened. Jonny put both hands on Thom's head, pulling him in closer. Suddenly, Thom pulled away again. He couldn't believe Thom was going to do this again. "Dammit, Jonny!" said a frustrated Thom. "Button-fly? Button-fly? Who the fuck wears button-flys? Where the fucking zipper!!!" Jonny looked down and laughed as he realized he had worn his button-fly jeans today, otherwise known as his "chastity" jeans. "Fuck it Thom. Rip it." Thom did as he was told and yanked the rest of the buttons apart which, to his surprise, opened up with ease. He lowered Jonny's boxers and gasped at his enormity. He knew Jonny had large hands and long fingers, but who knew it could be like this. He looked up at Jonny who was standing by then, with a wicked smile. He cocked an eyebrow, "Are you ready?" ------------------------------------ "Wait," said Jonny. "I want to see you." Thom smiled and nodded. He took off his shirt and began unbuckling his belt. Jonny, in the meantime, had taken off his shirt and stood waiting, completely naked. He lay his hands on Thom's, who was having a bit of difficulty undoing the buckle. He pushed Thom's hands aside, "Let me," he whispered. Thom obeyed and licked his lips as his eyes took in Jonny's full erection. Jonny unbuttoned Thom's jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. "See," said Thom playfully. "Zipper." Jonny laughed and rolled his eyes. He took a step closer to him and brushed Thom's lips lightly with his, teasing him. Thom groaned in frustration as Jonny's lips would come near, momentarily rest on his, then move away. He could hear Jonny trying to stifle his giggles as Thom continued to grow anxious with his teasing kisses. This time Thom leaned in for a kiss but was held back by Jonny's hand on his chest. Jonny's left hand moved up Thom's chest and over his collarbone, stopping to caress the back of his neck and run his fingers through his hair, while his right hand was playfully pulling at the elastic of Thom's boxers - threatening to pull them all the way down before releasing it to its original position at the last moment. Thom's shallow breaths and muffled moans were too much for Jonny. He had waited so long for this, he didn't want it to be over too soon. He wanted to tease Thom more, make him ache for it, but he suddenly felt something hard against his thigh that hadn't been there before. He was impressed. "Small man," thought Jonny. "Large pe..." Before he had a chance to finish the thought, Thom had taken Jonny's cock into his hand and began stroking it gently and carefully, as if trying to memorize the feel of it in his hand. Jonny began pulling at Thom's hair and rubbing the length of his back. "god Thom, yes, ohh...fuck, thom!..." Jonny tried to speak in between pants and moans. Thom was stroking faster now. He looked at Jonny whose eyelids were fluttering and mouth was half-opened, sounds of ecstasy escaping from his lips. Jonny was near the verge, he felt as if he were going to pass out from the sensation. He reached for the sink with his right hand and the towel rack with his left. He needed something to hold onto. His knuckles turned white from the pressure that he was putting on them, gripping the sink and towel rack. He was almost there. Thom took in Jonny's reactions, the look of pleasure in his face, he felt Jonny's cock become harder and harder as he continued to stroke it with more urgency. He wanted to taste it, to feel it in his mouth. He slowed his strokes at which Jonny opened his eyes, "Thom, don't stop. Please, not now Thom, please..." Jonny begged. Thom continued with the slow strokes and got on his knees. His eyes taking in the feast before he allowed his lips to slowly wrap around it, taking in a bit at a time. This time using his lips to tease Jonny. "Uhhh, Thom, yes, take me in...please..." Thom pulled out and licked the head gently before taking him all the way in. "Yes, Thom, oh god..." Jonny closed his eyes tightly and took hold of Thom's head. Letting Thom move as he pleased and letting his hands move with him. Thom took in as much of Jonny as he could, his hands on Jonny's thighs. "Thom, ohhh, god, yes, fuck..." Jonny grabbed Thom's hair tightly as he came in Thom's mouth. Thom took it all in, sucking on Jonny once more as he released him from his lips. Jonny lay against the tub, exhausted, beads of sweat on his brow and his slightly damp hair. Thom lay next to him, relishing the sight of Jonny, spent from orgasm. Jonny looked over and smiled at Thom who put his head on Jonny's chest. He stroked Thom's hair and was about to close his eyes when he noticed that Thom not only still had his boxers on, he was nearly ready to come out of them. Jonny kissed Thom's hair, smelling his scent. "Thom?" "Yes." "Are you ready?" |