And spend time together they did. Even though Hugo had to work, the boys saw each other nearly every remaining hour in the day. It was a lot like old times where they’d watch movies, head to the arcade, or go fishing, though now it was ice fishing and not fly-fishing. They’d talk about any and all things that came to mind. It was like they never ran out of things to do or say. They never seemed to get bored or get sick of each other either.
A few days after Christmas, Kevin talked Hugo into spending the night rather than heading home. Hugo was a bit nervous as they both stripped down to their underwear and crawled into bed. But as soon as Kevin started kissing Hugo, his nervousness dropped away and was replaced by a warm, contented feeling.
They’d been kissing for well over thirty minutes on Kevin’s large bed, underwear long buried somewhere deep between the sheets, when Kevin’s mom knocked at the door.
“Boys,” she said in a gentle tone before the sound of the doorknob turning was heard. Hugo quickly shifted off Kevin, landing on the cool part of the mattress between Kevin and the opening door, and buried his face in the pillow, feigning sleep but watching Kevin through his eyelashes. The room was lit only by the soft light of a few guttering candles burning on Kevin’s dresser, which were being reflected back into the room so there appeared to be twice as many. As Hugo waited for Kevin to answer, he saw Kevin pressing his obvious erection down with both hands.
“Yeah,” Kevin answered with a husky voice that dripped with sex. Hugo hoped Kevin’s mom heard it as exhaustion.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. I came to see if you wanted anything to eat before bed, but I guess you’ve already been sleeping.” Hugo lifted his head and glanced behind him, giving Mrs. Magnus what he hoped was a sleepy smile.
“No thanks, Mrs. Magnus. I’m fine.”
“Me too. Just tired. Night.”
“Night, boys. Don’t forget to blow out the candles.”
“Okay. See you in the morning.”
They were deathly silent as she closed the door, listening to each of her retreating footsteps until there was nothing.
“Lock,” Kevin said, standing to secure his door.
As he walked, Hugo sat up and just stared. It seemed like forever since he’d seen Kevin’s body. He could look and kiss him all day long for the rest of his life, and he’d never tire of it.
Kevin caught Hugo’s leering gaze and shifted, reaching down to grab his jutting cock and stroked it a few times. The pink head peeked out and was hidden again by Kevin’s foreskin. “Like what you see?”
“Very much. Turn around,” Hugo directed and watched how the muted light made Kevin’s skin seem golden-warm. His ass was amazing, a perfect bubble butt that just begged to be held and more. “Bend over?”
“What?”
“Bend over and let me see your asshole.”
Kevin laughed and shook his head. “Why? Why do you want to see my asshole?”
Hugo lifted a brow and pursed his lips, giving Kevin a few seconds to figure it out, but he just looked back at Hugo like he was crazy.
“Uh, hello. Gay boy here in your bed who you were just kissing for the last half hour. Remember me?” he teased.
Kevin walked toward the bed and climbed over Hugo in straddling movements, kicking the covers away so he could get back under. He sucked a kiss on Hugo’s jutting hipbone, a nipple, a shoulder, and finally back on his mouth. “I remember. I remember very well,” he growled as he took up kissing Hugo again.
They started rocking against each other, allowing pressure to build, finally giving in to the desire they both had been holding back in favor of remaining nearly silent. Hugo gripped warm skin, cupping Kevin’s perfect ass in his hands. It was then Kevin arched his back, opening his ass cheeks up, silently asking for Hugo to touch him right there.
Hugo shoved against a hip, urging Kevin to roll onto his back. He covered Kevin’s chest with kisses, spending extra time licking and biting his nipples when Kevin held Hugo’s head steady. He nipped, pulling at the taut flesh, and Kevin’s hips jerked. He liked a little bit of pain, Hugo realized. He pulled and nipped a few minutes longer before moving farther down, pulling Kevin’s foreskin back to reveal the pink head of his cock before slipping it past his lips.
It had been months since he’d tasted Kevin, since he’d had a cock in his mouth, but he easily found his technique, licking and sliding Kevin’s familiar thickness past his lips. He took time to lick Kevin’s balls, drawing one at a time gently into his mouth, tonguing against them until Kevin forcefully pulled him away by his dark hair.
Hugo panted against Kevin’s hard stomach muscles, trying to catch his breath but not wanting to stop kissing the skin under his lips. When he started to kiss Kevin’s hipbones, following the beautiful cut running from his groin to his side, Kevin pulled away, ticklish.
“Sorry,” Hugo said, but was quickly distracted by the full curve of Kevin’s ass, now that he was on his side. He shoved, more forcefully than he expected, but Kevin easily rolled to his stomach, even if it took him a few seconds to find how to situate his hard cock.
Hugo sat back, simply nestled between Kevin’s lean thighs and looked. He reached out two fingers and traced the concave shape on the side of each cheek, stroked the crease where thigh met ass, and then palmed the firm muscles.
“Are you… are you gonna touch me there again?” Kevin asked with something like nervousness in his voice.
“Can I?” Hugo asked.
“Yeah.” Kevin turned his head and looked at Hugo, his pupils dark with desire. “Yeah, please?”
Hugo leaned forward, supporting his weight on his palms, and awkwardly kissed Kevin before moving to place his lips on Kevin’s neck, even though he had to kiss through long blond hair. He kissed down his back on each and every bump of Kevin’s spine, pausing to just breathe in the scent of his skin at the small of his back. Hugo stayed there, lips pressed to the little dip on Kevin’s back, and closed his eyes, giving himself a few moments to center himself, to calm his body, and ask himself if he was really ready to do this.
Pressing Kevin’s thighs farther away from each other, Hugo’s forearms continued to spread Kevin, open him up so he had to bear some weight on his knees. Only then did Hugo sit back and look at the tightly drawn circle of muscle hidden in Kevin’s shadowed cleft. The candlelight made it hard to see, so Hugo shoved his hands under Kevin’s thighs and grabbed him around the hips, lifting his ass into the air.
Hugo blew against him, watching Kevin’s hole contract even tighter.
“Jesus. What are you doing?” Kevin asked, his voice wavering.
“Hugo. My name is Hugo,” he whispered, fully engrossed in watching how Kevin’s body responded to the breath. He took deep breaths and slowly let them out, leaning closer each time, smelling Kevin. Smelling clean skin and a musky, earthy scent which was new, but not scary. It surprised him how much he wanted to do this. Hugo swallowed noisily and took a second to look up to meet Kevin’s gaze. He was twisted around slightly, trying to see what was going to happen. Hugo didn’t look away as he spread Kevin’s ass farther and moved closer.
He licked the swollen taint near Kevin’s balls. They were both familiar with that, just not in this position. When he started moving farther up, Kevin’s breaths came out in noisy gasps, as if he were trying to speak but couldn’t form words. Hugo slid up and licked across Kevin’s hole. Again, this time pressing his tongue in.
Kevin dropped his head with a groan of pleasure and reached behind with both hands to pull his ass cheeks even farther apart, arching his back to give Hugo an open invitation. Hugo buried his tongue inside Kevin, licking into smooth muscle, tasting a slightly sweet flavor, almost how Kevin’s cock tasted but stronger and so very different than he’d ever expected. Kevin moaned and mumbled into his pillow, only the strangled
more
and
please
being understood.
Hugo found a rhythm, forcing his tongue inside Kevin as far as he could go but then gently licking and kissing around the rim of Kevin’s ass too. He found Kevin’s cock, thick and heavy between his legs and started stroking him as he ate his ass, loving the way Kevin just gave himself over, gave up complete control and handed over every ounce of his trust to Hugo. He knew that was a big deal. Kevin didn’t trust easily, and Hugo appreciated it.
Muscle tightened around Hugo’s tongue, fluttering in a spasm of unfettered pleasure as Kevin started coming, dripping all over the sheet below him, drenching it with how much come he released. And then he collapsed in it.
Hugo slid beside Kevin’s exhausted body, smiling at the sleepy, dazed look that met Kevin’s eyes once he started pushing strands of sweaty hair away from his face. Hugo nestled into the pillow beside him and gently stroked his fingers over Kevin’s face and neck and shoulder, causing Kevin’s heavy eyelids to drift shut again. Hugo closed his own, pleased he could make Kevin feel so blissed out.
S
EXUALLY
, things progressed slowly but surely as the days passed, resulting in Kevin and Hugo being more and more daring, willing to try all sorts of new things. It was all new, and eventually scary.
Anal sex. They didn’t know if they should try it, but they were both curious. Hugo was afraid it would hurt. They both had fingered each other, spending long, long minutes stretching each other and searching for that sensitive spot inside which drove their hips toward more stimulation. They both liked it. It was hard to say who would be the penetrator or the penetratee.
Top
or
bottom
, they both eventually learned were the right terms, glad to have words to talk about this that didn’t set them into laughing fits.
While Christmas shopping in Minneapolis, Charisse had insisted on taking Hugo to a gay bookstore called A Brother’s Touch. There, she bought him
The Joy of Gay Sex
. “So you don’t hurt yourself,” she told him right in front of the storeowner, much to his embarrassment. The man smiled at him with kind eyes while bagging up the book and encouraged him to stop in again.
For obvious reasons, the book hadn’t made it under the tree, but it was definitely the best gift he’d gotten. He and Kevin had paged through the book together, looking at the graphic pencil sketches and reading about sexual practices neither of them had even heard of. That’s where Hugo got the idea to rim Kevin. He loved having his ass played with, so it seemed like something worth trying.
The book opened them up to talking more about sex, probably even made them both a hell of a lot hornier. Sex was on Hugo’s mind all the time, and now anal was right at the forefront.
He hated to say it, but he felt he had to.
“You told Tricia you weren’t ready. It’s just, maybe we should wait. There’s no rush, is there? I mean, physically maybe, but no other rush.”
“I didn’t have sex with Tricia because I don’t want to have sex with
her
.”
“Oh.” Hugo considered that and then said, “We don’t have to decide today.”
“You’re right,” Kevin said as he unbuttoned Hugo’s pants and started sucking his cock.
No One Ever Said
Compromise Was Perfect
“W
AIT
!” Summer stopped Hugo, glaring at him from across the kitchen table in her cabin as they ate breakfast. “You’re telling me that your relationship with Kevin, your
first
relationship, was one where you had to share him, with a
girl
? Like really share him, not just long for him from the other side of the room?”
Hugo nodded but then clarified. “But I didn’t really have to share him for very long because Tricia was dating the college guy who she was getting serious about. And it’s not like I was forced to watch them together before that, aside from some expected PDAs.”
“But…. No, wait. No wonder you have such issues about cheating.”
Hugo laughed and was about to say something, but Summer continued first.
“Yeah, I know. Everyone has issues with cheating. That was stupid. I realize that now. But didn’t you just go on some big, huge cheating diatribe yesterday when we were out in the canoe? About how I should never accept that from anyone?” Her voice rose, and Hugo knew she was about to go supersonic. He prepared himself. “And then you tell me
this
—this story about how Kevin and you started out? And you’re telling me this before I have to go
meet
him? Are you trying to get me to kill him today?”
Hugo reached across the table and placed his hand over hers, hoping the touch would settle her down. He’d started telling her about how he and Kevin got to know each other the night before, but they both had fallen asleep right before Tricia became part of
the story. As he recalled the highlights earlier that morning and tried to explain Kevin’s behavior, she became more and more agitated. She allowed him to finish his story or at least get to a decent stopping point before she talked, but he knew she’d been gearing up for a long time. And now, nothing he did, even smoothing over the pressure points in both hands and wrists, which almost always worked, seemed to help her calm down.
“What I said,” he began, hoping to explain this before disaster struck later that day when she met Kevin, “was that you shouldn’t be in a relationship like that unless it’s discussed first.”
“You also said not to consider it
early
in a relationship,” she accurately remembered. “Isn’t that what basically happened? You and Kevin were together in the summer, and then as soon as school starts, he’s with Tricia.”
“Yeah, I suppose. That’s why I have that rule. But we talked about it. Eventually. I’m not saying things were perfect, and it was far from the healthiest start to a relationship, but I’ve had much worse starts as an adult. He never hid that he was dating her. And plus, I didn’t see us as just starting out at that point either. We’d already been together for a few months prior, and then everything stopped because of work and school and Dad getting sicker. Besides, it was the only way I could have him at the time.” He knew he sounded defensive.