In the Silks (32 page)

“What the fuck, Tara? Do you think this shit is funny? Answer me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do! Give me my damn phone now!”

“No fuck that. Answer me.”

“All right, you want me to answer you? I think it’s hysterical. Your brother is a-”

“Don’t fucking say it. I swear to God Tara.”

“What, you gonna hit me?”

“Don’t be stupid. Why would you be doing this? This is fucked up. You and Jackie’ve been texting all night? You’ve been giving her a fucking play by play?”

“Oh, spare me, your brother screws my cousin over and then brings his butt boy to dinner.”

“Watch it, Tara.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do, big man?”

“You know what Tara, I love you, but not enough to be okay with this. That’s my brother, my blood. If you think I’m going to be okay with you and Jackie saying this nasty shit, then we have bigger problems than I thought.”

“Well, I guess we do, because I’m not going to stop defending my cousin.”

“There’s nothing to defend! He broke up with her. He didn’t cheat on her. She was a raging, fucking bitch to him and he should have dumped her ass a long time ago!”

“Oh, you did not just go there.”

“Yeah, I think I did.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that he wasn’t fucking around … guys like that always do. And if he gave her anything-”

“Shut your fucking mouth. I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Well, believe it, bucko.”

“Go home Tara.”

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t fucking worry about it.”

Henry let his head fall back against the house. What the fuck just happened? He was mortified to learn that Jackie and Tara were saying things about him and Ryan. Things he didn’t need to know, it would only make it worse. He didn’t want to be the reason his brother and Tara were fighting. Henry heard footsteps approaching and pulled himself off the house. Getting ready to bolt, still gripping the bag of trash in his hand. He froze and squeezed his eyes shut when he heard his brother’s voice.

“So, how much of that did you hear?”

Henry waited a bit before he turned. He was holding on to the bag of trash with both hands like a life line. “Enough.”

“I’m sorry, Pat. I don’t want to be the reason why you two fight.”

“Believe me, you’re not. This is just one in a long line of reasons we fight.”

“Walk with me to bring this to the shed?” Henry lifted the bag in front of him a little.

“Yeah, sure.”

Henry hadn’t heard Pat sound this somber in a very long time, years. After he put the bag in the bin, they walked to the back porch steps and sat down.

“I’m not happy, Henry.”

Henry nodded and put his hand on his brother’s back. “What do you need Pat?”

~~~~~

Henry was still reeling from Sunday dinner, so much had happened. After talking to Pat, they had agreed that he would go home and lay low for the week. Pat had been okay with bringing Annie and Ryan into the conversation, so they made a plan to move him out over the following weekend. He had gone home that night because he didn’t trust that Tara wouldn’t change the locks and destroy all his belongings. Annie was going to rent a storage unit for the furniture he insisted on keeping. He was being very generous with Tara as far as Henry was concerned, but that’s Pat. He came off like an airhead and clown, but he was a good man underneath it all. Ryan had been more than happy to help. When Pat relayed the story, leaving out the gory details of the text messages, Henry thought Annie’s head would explode. From that moment on Tara and Jackie ceased to exist; in her eyes, they were only known as “
two bitches with a death wish
”.

When they went back to Ryan’s, Henry couldn’t explain what came over him. As soon as they were through the door, he’d pushed Ryan back and up against the door. Effectively slamming it shut with the force of his movement. Henry slammed his mouth down on Ryan’s. Ryan remained pliant, not fighting Henry for dominance. Henry was so turned on he was seeing stars.

“Stay.” He told Ryan, letting him go. He backed up, pointing a finger at Ryan. “Be naked when I get back.”

Henry turned and started toward the bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. When he’d gotten what he needed he wasted no time getting himself ready.  When he got back, Ryan was naked and leaning back against the door, gripping his erection. Henry couldn’t help himself; he dropped to his knees and leaned down under Ryan’s hand. Henry licked and sucked at Ryan’s sac. Ryan’s knees started to buckle and Henry could tell he was getting close. Not wanting to squander the moment. As he got to his feet he bent his knees and picked Ryan up under his ass. Pushing Ryan back, hard into the door, Henry hitched him up higher. He’d already put the condom on and greased himself up. He began to snake a hand between Ryan’s ass cheeks from behind. He had every intention of getting him ready but Ryan shut him down in no un-certain terms. “What are you kidding me?” Ryan asked him with quick heavy breaths.

“What?”

“I’m good. Just fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Henry, we’ve been fucking like rabbits.”

“Yeah but-”

Ryan slammed his head back against the door with a frustrated groan. Henry didn’t need any more than that. Lining himself up, he pushed into Ryan, they both moaned. Ryan brought his mouth to Henry’s, their attempts at kissing were awkward, as their open mouths rested against each other’s. Preoccupied with the noises coming from both of them, Henry used slow deep thrusts. Ryan had a painful grip on his hair with one hand the other wrapped around his neck tight.

“Ahh, shit I’m almost-fuck, Ryan! I love you, fuck!”

It wasn’t long before they were both sliding to the floor out of breath and sweat-slicked. Ryan pushed his face into the space between Henry’s head and the door. “I love you too, by the way.”

Chapter 34

H
ENRY had gotten back from his parents’ house earlier than he’d expected to. After taking a shower and texting Ryan, he went to bed. He knew he wouldn’t sleep but could at least lie down and relax. Once in bed, Henry rolled over to Ryan’s side to retrieve his laptop from the top of the nightstand. Propping himself up against the headboard, he opened and turned the computer on; he scrolled through his queue until he came across the movie Don Jon. He read the synopsis again trying to decide whether to watch it when something flipped a switch in his brain.

He looked over to the night stand out of the corner of his eye. The infamous toy box. He’d never asked Ryan to go through it with him and he hadn’t dared to look by himself. But in that moment, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more. He shut the computer and tossed to his side on the bed.

He leaned over and took the entire drawer out of the stand; he crossed his legs and put the drawer down in front of him. He peered down into it, his eyes widening in amazement.

He didn’t know where to begin so he started with what he recognized, lube and condoms. He picked them up and dropped them on the bed. He made a mental note to go back and read the bottles later, because there were several different shaped bottles and brands. Did they do different things? What possible difference could there be in them? He found several small packets of lube and tossed those to the side as well. The next thing he pulled out was a short chain that had two small clips attached to the ends that looked like roach clips. Henry moved on; there was a pair of handcuffs with black fur lining, several colored rubber rings. Henry played around with them a bit, stretching and twisting them. They would never fit on his wrist and the only other thing…seriously? Henry felt like such a sheltered virgin. He was glad that Ryan wasn’t there to witness his complete embarrassment. Next to come out of the toy box was several dildos or vibrators - he wasn’t really sure what the difference was. They were different sizes, widths, and colors. As he looked them over, Henry observed that the hard plastic ones were battery operated while the fleshy silicone ones were not. One was so big that Henry squirmed when he tried to wrap his hand around it, that one was a little intimidating. Moving the pile by his side around, he deliberately put that one under the others, he wasn’t interested in looking at it any longer than he had to.

There were three crazy cone shaped plastic things, all black. Some beads on a string and one very long red feather. Henry found a bottle of massage oil and popped the lid to smell it. It smelled like vanilla; he liked it. They would have to try that for sure. The next thing he pulled out was a stainless steel cylinder shaped contraption. It was bent at the top and morphed into a metal bulb. It didn’t look like it would be very comfortable. Henry rethought his idea that that last thing didn’t look very comfortable because what he found next took the cake. He wasn’t naive enough to not know what it did. It was a pump, a clear cylinder with tubing and rubber bulb at the end. He’d never tried one, but what other possible use could there be? He was curious about it though. Maybe he would try that one…maybe.

One of the last items he found was this obscenely shaped plastic thing. He had no idea what to call it. It was three pronged; one arm short with a small ball shape at the end. Another very long and almost zigzag shaped and the last reminded him of a tea cup handle. That one was a mystery, as were the next two. They were similar to the first, but the shapes were different, one even had a remote control attached to it. The last toy Henry pulled out was ring shaped and had a spherical, shaped tip. He had no good guess for that one. Under all the toys were several dvds, all porn. Henry knew Ryan had those, he’d told him, but Henry was curious and a little nervous about the types of things Ryan liked to watch. What if they were things he wouldn’t like? He knew he didn’t have to watch them but he wanted to be able to enjoy everything that Ryan did. He also didn’t want to feel like a prude. From what he could tell by the covers, they seemed pretty mild. He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected but nothing he saw was sending up red flags. Henry felt both relieved and intrigued. There were some things he found that he was definitely interested in trying with Ryan. Others he wanted to hide out of fear Ryan would want to use them with him. That made him think about questions he’d had for Ryan. Questions he needed to have answered.

~~~~~

Henry was lying in bed when Ryan had come in the room from his shower. He looked deep in thought and sexy as fuck. He was lying back against several pillows, the top of the sheet covering him to just about his navel, his torso bare. It was a work night and he’d just gotten home. It was pretty late; Ryan was surprised to find Henry awake. He’d wanted to go to the club and see Ryan but his mother had needed him. When they’d talked a few hours ago, Ryan had insisted that he go home and get some sleep.

Henry was sweet; he came to the club as often as he could. He’d been worried that he was being too pushy but Ryan assured him that he loved it when Henry came there. All the girls, and a few of the guys, that worked there were always fawning over Henry and Ryan secretly liked their jealousy.

“How come you’re awake?”

“I was waiting for you to get home.”

“
Aww
, what a sweetheart,” Ryan leaned over him and gave him a kiss. Then he stood up and dropped his towel before pulling the sheet back to climb in next to Henry. He was pleased to find a naked Henry under the covers. Henry rolled from his back and closer to Ryan. Throwing an arm over him, Henry began to nuzzle Ryan’s neck.

“Can I ask you something?”

That sounded serious.

“Of course, what’s up?” Ryan replied rolling to his side so he could see Henry’s face. Henry moved the hand that was on top of Ryan to his back and pulled Ryan snugly up against him.

Henry waited a beat before saying anything and Ryan was starting to get nervous.

“How come you never… you know, want to do me?”

Ryan knew exactly what Henry was asking. He knew this day would come and they probably should have talked about it sooner. Henry had seemed happy with the way things had been. Before Ryan could answer, Henry asked again, “Do you want to do me?” Tension was clear on Henry’s face as he asked.

Ryan needed to say something, poor Henry looked so uncomfortable. Ryan understood that.

“That’s sort of not my thing. I’m afraid I wouldn’t make it good for you.”

Henry looked confused, “What does that mean?”

“Not every guy likes to do that, to top.” Ryan shrugged. This was so awkward.

“Have you tried it?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“I’m not sure what to say. I’m assuming you don’t want a play by play. At least I hope you don’t. I guess the gist of it is, I was built to be a bottom.”

“What does that mean?”

“I prefer not to do the fucking. Sorry, is this freaking you out?” It was sure as hell freaking Ryan out. He’d never had to have a conversation like this before. It definitely came up with the majority of the guys he’d been with but never in depth like this.

“I’m not freaked out. I’m just trying to understand.”

“Okay, well. I mean, it’s a lot to take in, I guess.”

Henry looked at him with a look of disbelief.

Ryan had to laugh, “You know what I mean.”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For this, it’s kind of embarrassing. Thanks for not making me feel stupid.”

Ryan put his hand around Henry’s neck and pulled their heads together until their foreheads were touching. “Thanks for taking me into consideration.”

They lay like that for a minute before Ryan had an idea.

“Y’know, if you’re curious, I’ve got toys...”

“Roll over to your stomach.” Ryan instructed Henry as he sat up.

Henry hesitantly rolled over.

Ryan put his hand Henry’s back. “You don’t have to.”

“I know. I want you to,” Henry replied, craning his neck back to see Ryan.

“Okay.” With that Ryan reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a few things. Putting them on the bed next to him, he swung a leg over Henry’s thighs, so that he was straddling him. As soon as he put his hands on Henry’s back, he could feel the tension knotting his muscles. Ryan would do his best to try and relieve some of that, hopefully all. He massaged Henry’s back and shoulders until he felt the tightness of his muscles slacken. Scooting back on the bed he pulled the sheet off of Henry and tossed it to the edge of the bed.

“You good?” Ryan asked as he massaged the small, firm cheeks of Henry’s ass.

“Yeah.” The word muffled by the pillow covering Henry’s mouth.

Ryan hitched Henry’s hips up slightly and situated himself on the bed on his stomach as well. Separating his cheeks Ryan lapped at him, passing his tongue over Henry’s puckered flesh. Henry began to moan into the pillow, he was humping the bed. He probably didn’t even realize that he was doing it. Ryan moved one hand to run it up his spine as far as he could reach from his position.

“Ryan.” Henry groaned after several long minutes. Ryan took the hint and pulled back, smacking Henry’s ass as he sat up. Henry jerked his hips upward, causing Ryan to chuckle. He crawled up and over Henry once again, trailing kisses down his back. When Ryan was back down at Henry’s ass, he dipped his tongue for another minute before exchanging it for a finger, applying pressure to Henry's sensitive, tight hole. Once he breached the barrier, he could hear Henry moan, long and low, grinding his hips against the bed once again. Ryan let his slippery digit sink in slowly, only moving it fractions of an inch at first. Henry's shoulders were bunched up toward his head. When Ryan saw them start to relax and fall only then he began to move his finger more.

“You okay? This all right?”

Henry only nodded, turning his head back to the side.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s okay.”

Ryan pushed in as far as he could go. Before adding a second finger, he tugged Henry's hip to get him rise up off the bed enough to, allow him to reach around and grasp Henry’s dick, stroking him while he simultaneously fingered him. Soon enough he added a second finger. Ryan continued with the sensual assault. When he inevitably found and hit Henry's prostate, Henry practically shot up off the bed.

“You like that?”

The only response Ryan got was more moaning. He’d take it as a yes.

After that Henry’s movements on the bed became more erratic. That’s when Ryan let go of his dick and picked up the thin silicone Dildo. He managed to lube it up with one hand. He’d chosen the least obnoxious one that he owned. It did nothing special, it didn’t vibrate, didn’t have limbs, it was purple though. It was the smallest one he had and he thought that was the best thing for them to use…this time.

Ryan removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of the toy, pressing it gently but firmly against him. Henry’s arm came down and back, grasping Ryan’s wrist. He didn’t give the impression that he wanted Ryan to stop. Maybe that he just wanted to have some control over what was happening. Ryan asked, just to be sure. “You still want me to?”

“Yes, just go slow, okay?”

“Of course,” with that reassurance Ryan forged ahead slowly pushing the toy into him, Ryan went back to jacking him off simultaneously. It wasn’t the most comfortable angle for Ryan.  They’d been in many positions over the past few weeks, figuring out along the way what they liked the most. There wasn’t much they didn’t like. While their sex was tame by many guys’ standards, it was never boring; they even dipped into the toy box a time or two. Ryan gave Henry some fabulous hands on tutorials. A few of the things in there had Henry squirming and looking a bit alarmed.

Ryan decided to switch it up. “Flip over.” He told Henry.

Keeping the Dildo in place, they maneuvered themselves so that Henry was on his back with Ryan lying between his legs. Ryan began to suck Henry’s dick, while still sliding the toy in and out of his ass. Henry was sweating, breathing deeply in and out through his nose, his jaw closed tight, eyes closed and hands gripping the sheets. His neck was arched back, and Ryan could see that he was lost in the moment, which is exactly what he wanted. Ryan did what he liked done to him, leaving no part of Henry untouched, paying special attention to his sac and the tight skin behind it.

“Oh
fuck
.” Henry rumbled.

Ryan became more vigorous in his efforts, within seconds Henry was coming, writhing on the bed and gripping Ryan’s hair tight as he came down his throat.

Five minutes later they were lying back in the bed side by side. Ryan was finishing his post-coital cigarette. After Henry had come, he took a minute to recover and then flipped Ryan over and sucked him off. The room was silent except for the slight rustle of the sheets and the oscillating fan on Henry’s side of the bed.

“So?” Ryan asked, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray on the night stand.

“So what?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“It wasn’t bad. I don’t know what to say. It was different.”

“It ‘wasn’t bad’ like you want to do it again or it ‘wasn’t bad’ like I survived it, let’s move on?”

Henry shrugged his shoulders but didn’t say anything.