Alex & Clayton (22 page)

“Dude, you sure throw a mean fuck into a guy’s ass, you know that?” Kevin asked.

“It’s been a while since I had a good piece of ass, and your ass demanded it. I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

“Rough? Hell, I like it rough, and you had a long way to go to hit my limits on rough. I’ll tell you this: I’ve never been screwed in so many different positions. You suck cock pretty damn good too! How was I? Did I do you right?”

“I have no complaints about your skill in lovemaking. I came so hard I thought my balls were gonna fall off. You really impressed me by taking all my cock down your throat. You are what they refer to as a ‘great fuck’!”

Kevin smiled. “Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have to say, you’re not the best I’ve ever had, but you’re damn close to it.”

Kevin rolled over and kissed Alex, patted his cock, and jumped out of bed. He hit the bathroom, came back, and began to dress.

“Where you going? Thought maybe we’d have another round in a while,” Alex said, leaning on his elbows.

“Nah, sorry, can’t do that. I’m due to meet a bunch of friends to go dancing. I’m sure you’re not interested in that.”

“Well….”

“Look here, dude, thanks for a great late afternoon roll in the hay. You’re terrific. Hope to see you around.”

And he was gone.

Alex heard the front door close, and he lay there disappointed that he didn’t get to enjoy the kid one more time.

Chapter Fourteen

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the next three weeks, the memory of Kevin began to fade from the front of Alex’s mind and take up residence in sexual escapades of the past. He and Clay had four dates, and things seemed to be going along nicely until at dinner one night, the conversation turned to men.

“So, you haven’t told me what you think of Rehoboth Beach in the summer months. Have you noticed all the hot guys?” Clay asked.

“Noticed? How can you not notice? They’re everywhere. Yeah, it’s a different kind of town when the population doubles, and there’s young flesh everywhere. Lately, though, I’ve been staying in, doing a lot of reading. I picked up some damn good books from your shop the last time I was in to buy.”

“Good, always glad to hear that. Have you met any of our tourists?”

“Not really. I’ve talked to a few, but nothing extensive to where I know anything about any of them. How about you?”

“Nope. I’ve been working long hours at the shop, shipping books bought over the phone, and having the occasional date with you, that’s it. Considering where we live, I’m having a very boring summer. I haven’t been out for drinks since our date where we danced for a while.”

“Well, how about going out tomorrow night then? We’ll go to the Blue Moon for drinks and dancing. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds very good. I’d like to see more of you, Alex. I find I miss you when I don’t see you at least every other day. Does that sound stupid?”

“Not at all. I’m always thinking about you and feel the same way. Your birthday is coming up next week, and I’ve got to make it special for you,” said a smiling Alex with a sparkle in his eye.

“Look, don’t go to any trouble, please. Let’s just go out for dinner, that’s enough,” Clay replied.

“Maybe enough for you, but not for me. You leave it to me.”

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ATURDAY
night, Alex knew the bars would be full, so he was glad Clay was right on time at seven. Both had grabbed something to eat at home, and they had planned to go up on the boardwalk after dancing to get ice cream, so they walked directly to the Blue Moon.

When they entered the bar, it was as packed as they’d thought it would be. Alex got their drinks, and they huddled off in a corner with Clay’s back to the entrance. They talked about the day and how the weather was turning hot when a pair of arms wrapped around Alex, and a cute young guy kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey, stud! I miss you and can’t stop thinking about the time we were together. You busy later?” Kevin asked with a smile.

“Oh, hi! Um, didn’t we talk on the beach one day?” Alex asked, hoping Kevin would take the hint and go away.

“Talk? If what we did was what you call talking, then I’d like to talk with you again!”

Alex saw Clay’s face turn ashen. Clay looked like someone had hit him over the head with a chair. He put his drink down and started to leave without even looking at Alex.

“Clay, wait, it’s not what you think!” Alex said lamely.

“You don’t know what I think at the moment!” Clay replied angrily. “Enjoy your twinkie!”

As Clay pushed his way through the crowd, Kevin yelled after him, “Hey, I’m no twinkie!”

“Oh shut up, Kevin! You had no way of knowing, but you just blew apart an important relationship between me and my friend there. If you’ll excuse me, I need to see if I can fix it.” Alex threw his drink into the trashcan, fought his way through the crowd, and went after Clay, leaving Kevin standing there wondering what the deal was.

By the time Alex worked his way out of the Blue Moon, he saw Clay nearing his car. Clay must have run all the way to get to Alex’s house so quickly.

Running away from me.
“Damn!” Alex shouted to no one in particular.

He pushed his hand through his hair, turned around in a circle trying to think what to do, and began to walk back to his house. What could he do? There was no way to explain away what had happened either that evening or three weeks prior. How was he going to make things right with his potential mate?

But he and Clay didn’t have an exclusive agreement that would require him to remain faithful. After all, wasn’t it Clay who said he also had the right to play with someone this summer if he wanted? Why was Alex a bad guy for falling for one twink with a tight ass for an afternoon? It’s not like he was married or partnered with Clay yet. So what exactly had he done wrong?

By the time he got home, Alex was miserable. Even though he wasn’t Clay’s partner, he felt shitty for having done the twinkie. He remembered thinking about Clay just before he gave in to his lust, and now he knew he should have listened to the little voice inside that had told him not to partake of the available Kevin.

He waited for another five minutes to be sure that Clay had time to get home and called his house. The phone rang and rang, and Alex wasn’t really surprised that Clay didn’t pick up. He tried two more times without success and finally gave up for the night.

Anger overtook him briefly as he felt that he was being punished for nothing. In fact, Clay had given him permission to play this summer, so he’d know for sure if a relationship with Clay was what he really wanted. He’d done nothing wrong. He had a fleeting urge to return to the Blue Moon, grab Kevin, bring him back to the house, and fuck the living hell out of him. But, after a few moments, the urge passed, and all he wanted was to make things right between him and Clay.

W
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Clay got home, he slammed the door closed after entering his condo. He threw his keys across the room, took off his shirt, kicked off his shorts, and decided to stay in his underwear. He made a drink, walked out onto his dark balcony, and sat down. He heard the phone ring, and figuring it was Alex, he had no urge to answer it. The more the phone rang, the madder Clay became.

“Fuck him! I tested you, Alex, and you failed. I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off the boys around here, and sure enough, you nailed one of them. How many others have you had up to your bedroom? I figured you couldn’t be happy with an old man when you could drink from the fountain of youth, you fucker!” Clay said out loud. When he took another gulp from his drink and set it down, a voice came out of the dark.

“Clay, is that you?”

“What? Who’s that, and where the hell are you?” Clay asked, looking around.

“It’s Paul from Starbucks. My husband Jim and I sat with you and Alex that night you were fighting, and I’m on the next balcony as it turns out.”

Clay got up, leaned over the rail, and found the older guy from Starbucks sitting on the next balcony.

“I thought that unit was empty,” Clay said.

“It was, until we closed on it yesterday. We moved in today. We decided to rent out our house near the beach and live in a much smaller space. This is easy to take care of, and no maintenance.”

“So, you guys are my neighbors now, and you heard me talking out loud to myself. Sorry, but I do that when I’m agitated.”

“Not a problem. What’s he done now?” Paul asked.

“Ugh, don’t know if I wanna get into it. Is Jim home?”

“No, he’s visiting his brother in New York for a few days. So, it’s just me for now.”

“Well, you might as well come over, and we’ll sit out here and talk,” Clay invited.

“If you’re sure you want the company. I don’t want to be a bother to you,” Paul offered.

“No, come on over. It’ll save me from talking to myself!”

Paul chuckled and said, “I’ll be right over.”

Clay walked inside, dressed, and waited for a knock on the door. Clay went and opened it, shook hands with Paul, and they went back out to the balcony. Paul had brought a large iced tea with him, so Clay didn’t offer him anything to drink. When they got settled on the balcony, Clay’s mood improved slightly.

“Sorry again for talking to myself. I’m just so mad and frustrated.”

“That’s a bad combination of emotions. Tell me what he did. I’ve probably already been through the same thing with Jim.”

“Alex wanted us to become a couple during the winter, and I told him that I wanted to wait until he had experienced a summer here at Rehoboth because of all the young guys that would be all over the place. He finally agreed to wait until September for an answer from me, and I gave him the summer to see if he could settle down with an old man like me.”

“Stop it. You’re not old.”

“Well, I’ll be fifty shortly, and to me that’s getting old,” Clay replied.

“Well, wait for another ten, fifteen years, and then maybe you can say you’re old.”

“Anyway, I wanted to see if he could resist all the hot stuff around town while waiting for me, and I found out tonight that he couldn’t. A young thing with an ass to die for threw his arms around Alex, and from what he said, they clearly had sex recently. The look on Alex’s face alone told me all that I needed to know. Recently, Alex and I discussed the tourists, and he implied that he hadn’t gotten to know any of them beyond speaking to them on the beach. Obviously, he did a lot more than speak to this kid.”

“I see. Sex and money, that’s what all couples—gay or straight—fight about. Did you give him the season with the understanding that you were to remain faithful to each other and not enjoy the local summertime flavor?” Paul asked.

“Well, not exactly, but it was implied.”

“Remember what I said to you at Starbucks? I said the key to staying together was love and communication. If you’re making understandings with another man you care about, you damn well better be plain and communicative about what you’re talking about. What you thought he was implying might not have been what he intended at all. Tomorrow is the first of July, and as far as you know, he’s only taken one younger man to his bed. Not exactly out whoring around, is he?” Paul asked. “Hell, he could have been the one seduced!”

“One or a hundred, what’s the difference? He couldn’t resist the temptation, and he went for it. How can I trust him not to succumb again?”

“Do you have an iron-clad understanding with him?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Clay, I think you’re overreacting to a situation that has hurt you. I understand that it cut you deeply to see Alex with a hot, young guy, but you really have no right to punish Alex for it. If you didn’t agree in plain language not to fool around, then he’s done nothing wrong. He also may have interpreted your conversation as permission to taste the honey occasionally. Did you say anything that could be construed as an okay to get with a guy?”

“I don’t think so. Well, wait.” Clay paused. “Now that I think about it, I did put it like this: I think it’s reasonable to let you have your freedom this summer to screw whoever you want to without having me around as a ball and chain. I reserve the same right of course. I guess that does give him an okay, huh?”

“You plainly said he could screw around, and in fact, said you could do the same thing! How can you be pissed off at him?” Paul asked incredulously.

“Well, even though I said that, I didn’t actually expect him to do it! After all, I haven’t been with anyone, and I have a steady flow of guys in and out of my bookstore all the time now. It would be easy to allow myself to be picked up. Course, no one has tried either. Do you think I’m in the wrong here?”

“In a word, yes. You gave him his freedom so that he could see what it was like to be single, and when he took a bite of the apple, you freaked out on him. This is a situation clearly of your own making. He wanted to commit to you, and you’re the one that prevented him from doing it. Now, you want his scalp for it. That’s not the way to make a relationship work.”

Clay sat silently for a few minutes going over the day he and Alex had that conversation, and he had to admit, Paul was right. He had practically issued Alex a license to hunt in the park, and now that he’d bagged one, Clay had no right to be angry over it.