Dark Little Town: The Beginning II

Dark Little Town: The Beginning
Part 2

“What do you mean you want to start playing together again? I thought we called our Rock Star days a failed experiment and moved on?” Heath sounded annoyed when Tyler called him up a few weeks after Dylan Montgomery had left town. “Why bring this up again? Especially now, so close to getting our degrees. Christ. Why do you always have this urge to fuck things up when we’re so close to achieving something.”
“I think it would be fun,” Tyler shrugged. “I mean, wouldn’t it be fun to move to New York and –”
“Wait, did you say move? To New York?”
“Yeah. You always said you wanted to get out of this hick town, and now I’m proposing we do it. Just me, you, and Jordan.”
“Jordan has already agreed to this?”
“He says that he’ll do it if you do it.”
“Fuck. You’re not really giving me much of a choice then are you? Damn it.”
And a few months later, the trio were on the airwaves across the nation, the new heartthrobs of the American public.
“So, what do you think of our first tour?”
“I can’t believe that just because MTV says we’re good that millions of people are flooding into stadiums to see us and hear you blather about unrequited love.”
“Hey, maybe next tour they can hear you blather.”
“Fuck you, you know I don’t sing.”
“You have a very nice voice,” Jordan spoke up from behind his curtain where he had been trying to read in peace, but was finding very little luck. “So shut about it. You heard anything from Dylan, Tyler?”
“No. I tried to call him, but his Aunt said that she couldn’t give me his number in New York. Apparently, according to all of the rag-mags, he’s in California for the summer rubbing elbows with Hollywood elite.”
“Nice. You going to try and get a hold of him when tour is over?”
“I don’t know,” Tyler shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Well, you know if you need anything in that department, Heath is around,” Jordan pushed back his curtain to cast a look at Heath.
“Fuck you,” Heath scoffed.
“No, no. Leave me me out of it. If I’m in a threesome I’d like at least one woman to be involved.” Jordan shook his head.
“You are such an ass.”
“Hey, I’m just pointing out the obvious. You constantly pushed him away in high school to the point where only inducement from drugs and alchohol would get you to sleep with him, but now that you don’t worry what your parents will think, since you’ve moved out, I know you’ve slept with your fair share of guys since Graduation.”
“Aw, is he telling the truth, Heath? I’m not your one and only anymore?”
“Honey, you were never my one-and-only.”
“That’s not true! I was your first and only until sophomore year and you know it.”
“And we did it how many times in that two year gap?”
“Individual times or days when we did it multiple times?”
“There is a difference?”
“Well, before you slept with Tonya Sleuth, we did it three times after my parent’s died, six times the weekend that Miranda let us camp out in the backyard, and twice when you came back from Band Camp.”
“Right…that was the weekend you realized you were a Top.”
“Yeah, after having you pounding into my ass, I figured it was time I finally took a shot at it.”
“Whoa, I really didn’t need to know that about you guys, thanks.” Jordan started to slide his curtain closed again, going back to his book.
“God, you remember the first time I fucked you from behind? I was so fucking nervous. I thought I was going to seriously hurt you.”
“Not using any lube was probably stupid, but hey, we were fifteen and didn’t know any better. Besides, it felt good in the end.”

Later at the hotel, Heath wasn’t surprised when Tyler knocked at his door, looking for some action.
“I thought we agreed that this wasn’t going to become a ‘thing’, Ty.” Heath let him into the hotel room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it as Tyler went for the mini-bar.
“We aren’t. I just…I need you,” Tyler shrugged, not looking at him. “I need my life to return to normal after this whole stupid Dylan-thing.”
“So I’m your normalcy?”
“Yeah, I guess you are. Lucky you, huh?”
“Yeah, lucky me,” Heath nodded.
“So, are we going to do it, or what?”
“Ty, is sex the only reason you come and find me each night? We’ve been on tour for two weeks now and besides the nights we spend on the bus, you’re always here looking for this. Isn’t there something more that you want?”
“No, not really, just you.” Tyler shrugged, finally deciding on a tiny bottle of gin from the bar. “You want some?”
“No. I’ve had enough alcohol-induced sex with you to last a couple of lifetimes. I like remembering the night before, don’t you?”
“I always remember the night before –ugh, gin is disgusting.”
“I could have told you that…but you didn’t ask.”
Tyler screwed the cap back on and replaced it in the fridge, “So, you didn’t answer me.”
Heath nodded, “I know I didn’t. I think we should just talk first.”
“What about?” Tyler asked, sitting down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him for Heath to join him.
“Talking earlier about when we were kids –teenagers. Were you really in love with me in high school, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, “I guess I was, but after we did coke that last time and you went off on me, I guess I gave up on you. Then I found Dylan and it was okay that our love was unrequited because I had this new guy that it didn’t matter how he felt about me because we had a good time together.”
“And what about now?”
“Now I realize how stupid and ridiculous it is to fall in love because I will always find a way to fuck it up, because I never realize in time that I am in love.”
“But how do you feel about me now?” Heath shook his head, “Do you still have feelings for me or am I just convenient fuck-buddy for you once in awhile?”
“Look, I like to stick to what I know.” Tyler shrugged, “I love you, but not like I used to. I don’t have that sick passion anymore. I like to be with you, and around you, but I don’t feel the frenzy anymore when I look at you.”
“…Are you saying that I don’t turn you on?”
“Of course you do! You just…have to work at it now. It’s not instantaneous anymore.”
“I thought something between us had changed,” Heath’s voice was slightly teasing, but he was completely serious. Something had been changing about when they were together. For one thing, remembering all of what had happened the next morning was different. They didn’t smoke before or after. The sensations of being together were different –not dulled or hightened by a high. He realized the first time they were together after starting the band that doing it with Tyler-Now was very different from Tyler-14-Years-Old or Tyler-In-High-School. Tyler-Now knew wha we was doing, how he wanted to go about doing it, and all of it without any petty games.
“What’s the matter, Heath?” Tyler broke him out of his day dream. “Are you falling for me like you never did in high school?”
“Of course not,” Heath scoffed loudly. “I’m with you for the sex –just like you want, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Well, do you want something more?”
“You always told me that you couldn’t be my boyfriend. That’s OK by me,” Tyler shrugged.
“No, it’s not okay. You hate that.”
“No, really. I shouldn’t start a relationship with you. Not until I know that Dylan is really, honestly done with me.”
“I think it was safe to say that he was done with you three months ago. Tyler, he put a restraining order on you, changed his phone number, disappeared to California for the summer…”
“It doesn’t mean we won’t work it out. We were getting off to a good start, Heath.”
“Sure, whatever.” Heath shook his head. “Maybe you should just go? I’m tired and we’re pulling out early tomorrow morning. We should both get some sleep.”
“You’re pissed at me now aren’t you?” Tyler pulled himself up from the couch. “You were hoping I felt that way about you, even after a year apart?”
“I never had any expectations from you. Any other night, I’d be more then happy to fuck your brains out but tonight I’m too tired. I don’t have the energy. Maybe tomorrow –a nice blowjob on the bus or something. Would that make you happy?”
“The question is Heath, would that make you happy.”
“I’m the one that offered it, aren’t I? Just ‘cause I’m not interested in sodomizing you right now doesn’t mean I’m not open to a little service-job.”
“Oh my god, that would make the greatest innuendo for a song ever! You are so clever,” Tyler wrapped his arms around Heath’s waist.
“Flattery will get you no where. I stand by what I said – get out of my room so I can go to sleep. You’re stressed out, that’s why you’re so fucking horny all the time.” Heath pushed his hands away, moving from him towards the bedroom. “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.”

That night, Heath dreamed of being fourteen again, almost as though he were relieving a moment of his childhood. He and Tyler had just kipped down in the tent in the Norse’s backyard. They were naked, the cool night air coming in through the partially unzipped window felt icy against their hot skin. Heath was straddling Tyler’s hips, their groins teasing each other as they kissed and groped. Tyler’s fingers raked through Heath’s hair, forcing their mouths together roughly until Heath’s palms against his chest made him break away.
“I want to fuck you. For real,” Heath added. “I think we’re ready to go…all the way. Anally.”
“I don’t know…we don’t have any…stuff.”
“What do you mean?” Heath furrowed his eyebrows.
“ You know, like lube or something.”
“What the fuck does that matter? Want to have sex with you, Ty! We’ll make it work. Jeez, now you’re making me nervous.”
Tyler laughed, “Let’s just kiss some more.”
“I’m sick of kissing you. We kiss all the time and since…since the first time we started this, we’ve only jerked of together on the weekends or talked smutty to each other on the phone,” Heath pressed his lips to Tyler’s for a moment, trying to relay all of the frustration he was feeling through his lips. “I want more. Don’t you want more, Tyler? Don’t you…don’t you want to know what it feels like to have someone inside you?”
“Heath, we’ve never really done anything…anally. Can we just jump from jerking off, blowing each other, and rubbing our pricks together to shoving them up each other’s butts?”
“You say that like its dirty. I think it sounds amazing,” His breath was warm against Tyler’s ear and neck. “I’ll bet you’re really tight and warm. The sexiest little moans and grunts would pass your lips…” Heath shifted downward, putting his mouth around his best friend’s member, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Okay,” Tyler nodded. “But if you hurt me, I’m taking retribution.”
“I look forward to it,” He grinned and slapped Tyler’s thigh lightly. “Turn over.”
“On my stomach?”
“On your knees. I need to… you know, get you ready.”
“I…I dunno. You’re gonna use your mouth?”
“Well I’m certainly not going to waste an ejaculation on loosening your ass,” Heath shook his head. “Now c’mon, before I loose my nerve.”
Tyler flinched as Heath’s tongue touched his backside and his friend’s fingers squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart before they moved to his hips.
“Oh jesus…fucking Christ…” Tyler groaned loudly as one of Heath’s hands dipped down to fondle him, “Oh…what?”
“It’s just one finger, relax.” Heath pressed his mouth to his ass before he continued to probe one finger, then two, dampened with saliva.
“Okay,” Heath squeezed Tyler’s hips, lapping his tongue along his crevice one more time, “I’m going for it. Are you ready?”
“If you’re hard, I’m ready.” Tyler nodded, taking in a sharp breath as Heath started to push inside. “Fuck…no, stop.”
“Relax…Ty, relax dude. Like you did when it was just my fingers. It’s the same thing, just…thicker, longer.”
Tyler nodded, “I’m trying, really.”
Heath’s lips pressed against his shoulder before he moved to kiss him, coaxing out Tyler’s tongue before position himself again, “You’re to excited. When you get hot, your muscles contract. Relax, like you’re going to the bathroom.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“It’s what you have to do! I’m in like two inches Tyler!”
“It hurts, let’s just stop.”
“We’re this far. I want you to know how amazing you are… Let me in,” Heath continued to push inside, listening to Tyler’s little moans of pain and excitement until he was fully inside. His arms wrapped around Tyler’s waist. “Shh…I’m inside you. It wasn’t so bad, right? It feels good.”
Tyler panted a little before giving a sharp nod, “Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m going to pull out, just a little to loosen you up,” He kissed him again. “Then, if you’re ready, I’m going to really ride you.”
“You want to hear me scream, don’t you?”
“I want to hear anything that passes your lips when I fuck you,” Heath pushed against him softly at first. As he pushed back inside, Tyler was quiet laying his head on his arms and closing his eyes to focus on the mass that was violating him. He barely noticed as Heath began to take longer, harder strokes, forcing him to rock forward with each thrust.
“I’m going…uh…fuck…” Heath’s breath was caught and he shuddered, thrusting harder, shorter strokes. Tyler moaned as he felt Heath erupt inside him before he collapsed over him, a slight squelching sound as he slipped out of him and he rolled away, panting. Tyler shifted on his side, scooting closer, “You aren’t done yet, so you better not be tired.”
“You want to try it?” Heath let his head loll to the side. “It’s…it’s good.”
“Not yet,” Tyler shook his head. “I want your mouth. Your hands. I want all of it.” He rolled on top of Heath, “You got me so close fucking me like that, but you came to soon. You kept hitting just the right spot, over and over again…”
“We can try again in about twenty minutes,” Heath grinned.
“Tomorrow –we’ll go the drugstore and get some KY or something and do it right. I liked it,” Tyler nodded. “But I…I want to fuck your mouth.”
Heath pulled himself up into a sitting position, “O—” he hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish his agreement before Tyler thrust into his mouth, holding his head over the entire length of his cock. Heather let Tyler force his mouth over his member, his tongue curling with thrust.
“Suck down hard,” Tyler requested, his hands on Heath’s face. He grunted, pushing Heath back down, forcing himself over his face. “Fuck…I’m…uh…oh…” He convulsed and Heath tried not to choke as Tyler’s come joined his cock in his already full mouth. He groaned, pushing on Tyler’s knees, then his stomach.
“I’m sorry…are you okay?”
“Well, I suppose if I have to suffocate I guess I would like it to be because your cock was in my mouth, blocking my airway.” Heath turned to couch up a puddle of come. “Jesus.”
“I’m still horny,” Tyler sighed. “Empty, but horny.” He stretched out, laying next to Heath, just the sides of their bodies touching.
Heath was silent before he shifted to his side, leaning on his elbow, “What was it like having someone inside of you like that?”
“Interesting,” Tyler shrugged. “Very full, like you didn’t belong there, but eventually it got to be…really nice, and good. I dunno. Everyway I think of describing it sounds like a bad porn or something.”
Heath smiled, “I guess you’ll have to do it to me some day.”
“I think I’ll let you perfect it first. It’s still a little strange.”

“Wake up!” Tyler had found a way into Heath’s room and was thinking up creative ways to pull him out of bed. “I’ll fuck you. I’m sure what with being unconscious and everything that I wouldn’t have a problem –eh!” Heath pulled him down next to him.
“Shut up. What time is it?”
“A little after six,” Tyler shrugged. “We’ve got time if you wanna…you know.”
“Guess what I dreamed about last night,” Heath whispered in his ear.
“Something hot?” Tyler brushed his finger tips over Heath’s morning hard-on. “Did you have a wet dream about me?”
“Close,” Heath smiled. “It was good…sexy. You were adorable.”
“So you forgive me for last night?” Tyler asked, his fingers moving under the waistband of Heath’s boxers, kissing his bare chest.
“Enough to fuck, if you’re interested,” Heath’s eyes were only half open as he pressed a soft kiss to Tyler’s lips. “However, I don’t know if I’m awake enough for it.”
“Never-the-less…tell me about your dream. That will wake you up,” Tyler’s fingers tightened around his friend’s member, making soft strokes as he nuzzled closer.
“I dreamed we were fourteen again, in your backyard, in the tent,” Heath hummed. “And you let me fuck you for the first time and afterwards you were to nervous to try it yourself, but it didn’t stop you from almost suffocating me with your dick.”
“I got away from myself…” Tyler shrugged. “It was an accident.”
“It was like I could feel your dick pushing down my throat with every thrust,” Heath groaned, rolling over on top of him, pulling Tyler’s hands up above his head. “Hmm, I see you’re up this morning.”
“You’re heavy,” Tyler teased.
“If my weight bothered you, we wouldn’t have started fooling around,” Heath nipped at his neck. “Don’t be in such a rush either. I’m not done telling you about my dream.”
“Ah, of course,” Tyler draped his arms over Heath’s shoulders. “Tell me more.”
“My favorite part was when you asked me to stop. It was so sweet,” Heath leaned back for a moment to tug Tyler’s pants down and reciprocating him for the start he’d given him. “But I convinced you to keep going.”
“I remember. You started out slow and then you just pulled out deeper and thrust in harder,” Tyler leaned up, kissing him, his hand going down to his member. “Do it again. Just like we did the first time. I’ll use that same pleading little voice,” He made a gasping noise, “Oh Heath, stop! It hurts so much, please, don’t go any deeper,” He licked his lips, and raised an eyebrow. “And you’ll hum softly in my ear and tell me to relax and that it will feel so good once you’re in all of the way. Then, when you start really fucking me, you’ll reach around me and jerk me off, making loud grunts and just say ‘fuck, fuck, shit…oh god…’ over and over in my ear.”
“You are so dirty,” Heath shook his head, leaning back and taking his hands away from Tyler’s body, and turning to get up off of the bed, going for the bathroom.
“Heath…what? Where are you going? We weren’t finished.”
“Go take a cold shower,” Heath tossed over his shoulder. “I know that’s what I’ll be doing.”
“Let me take it with you,” Tyler pulled his pants back on over his hips before following, just narrowly squeezing into the bathroom before Heath was able to close the door. “Let me…please?”
“Ty, I need to get ready so we can leave. Check out is in like an hour, and if we sit here and fool around—”
“It’ll take me ten minutes to make both of us happy.” Tyler argued, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside before stepping closer to push Heath’s boxers off. “If we just stand really close together and kiss…touch…we’ll be coming in no time. The way you feel against me makes me hard,” He kissed him again, his hands going to push away the last of his own clothes. “I don’t need to have a dick in my ass to have a good time, or vice versa.”
“I know you don’t, trust me. I know that very well.” Heath shook his head, “But not this morning, okay? Maybe…maybe tomorrow when we’re in Vegas.”
“Why wait and do tomorrow what you can do today?” Tyler’s lips were on his again, an urgent wanting made very apparent even before he even breathily opened his mouth to speak again. “I want you, right here, right now, in any way that you’ll have me.”
Heath sighed, turning away for a moment to turn on the water in the shower. When he turned back, Tyler had dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to his best friend’s member. Heath gasped for a moment, his hands going to Tyler’s shoulders, “Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take the time to respond, continuing to bestow one of the best blow jobs that Heath had ever experienced.
“Jesus, where the fuck did you learn this? Oh…fuck,” He grabbed the edge of the sink, leaning back against it and closing his eyes as he emptied into Tyler’s waiting mouth. “Ah….shit. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? You did exactly what I wanted you to do,” Tyler lapped at Heath’s softened member before standing and draping his arms over Heath’s shoulders again and kissing him, sharing a bit of come with him from his tongue.
“I hate it when you do that,” Heath shook his head. “I can’t…I won’t reciprocate, Tyler.”
Tyler shrugged, “Your loss then. I got really hard doing that. I’m so close,” one hand slid down Heath’s arm to his hand, bringing it between his legs, “you don’t even have to put your mouth there. Just touch me.”
“Jesus Christ, Tyler…” Heath shook his head.
“Religion has nothing to do with this, stop bringing up Jesus.”
“Let go of my hand,” Heath requested.
“I kind of like it right where it is,” Tyler’s eyes closed, and he pressed his forehead to Heath’s shoulders, pushing his hips closer, making a low moan in the back of his throat and he moved their hands away to push up closer to Heath, blindly finding his lips as he came.
“Fuck, Tyler.” Heath sighed, waiting at least until he had finished before he pushed him away. “Did you have to get us both covered in it, you asshole.”
Tyler laughed, stroking himself for the last of his come before he turned on the sink, washing his hands and picking up a washcloth to clean himself off, “You could have just cooperated with me, and then it wouldn’t have been so bad –don’t wash it off yet.”
“You said ten minutes, you’ve had it, and we’re both spent, so get out of my room.”
“I love you say that…spent. Like sex is money…”
“Get out,” Heath sighed, stepping over the edge of the tub and underneath the hot water.
“Fine, I’ll go…but I won’t stop pestering you. We still have a month and half left of tour, and we’ll find each other again. Maybe you’ll be willing next time and maybe you won’t, but I’ll have you either way.”
“I know,” Heath leaned against the back of the shower, letting water cascade over him. “It’s just the way you are.”
“That’s right, it is. I’ll see you on the bus.”
“Yeah,” Heath nodded, even though Tyler couldn’t see him. The door creaked open and Tyler paused.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“I like being with you, even if I don’t love you as anything more then my friend.”
“I know.”

Dark LIttle Town: The Beginning

Dark Little Town: The Beginning

Tynan was a quiet little town with two major festivals a year –a Winter Wonderland hosted by the local high school, and a Summer Block Party planned and hosted by the town itself. It was at one of these festivities, the Winter Wonderland actually, that ten-year-old Tyler Norse met his best friend, a husky red-head by the name of Heath Gibson.
“He’s really pretty,” Tyler was sitting on the rickety fence a few summers later when they were both thirteen. Around them, a variety of townsfolk milled around looking at cattle and vegetables, “You know…for being a kid.”
“He’s probably, what? Nine? Cripes,” Heath was eating, like he usually was, but a bright red apple he had paid twenty five cents for, having not been able to find a potato chip vendor.
“So what?”
Heath was the only person in the world who knew that Tyler liked other boys, and Tyler had been relieved to find that Heath sort of agreed with him.
“So what –you could go to jail for even thinking about doing stuff with a ten year old.”
“Adults go to jail, Heath. Kids go to juvie.”
“Whatever, you still can’t have it.”
“I was making an observation, Heath. I wasn’t going to act on any of it.”
“I never know with you. We’ve gotten into trouble, but I don’t want to add molestation our list of crimes.”
“Don’t worry –not until we’re sixteen at least.” Tyler grinned, pulling him closer to kiss him.
“Dude! Not in public!” Heath pushed him away, “Christ! Did you steal that piece of apple my mouth or did I swallow it?”
“I dunno,” Typer slyly crunched on it. “This Fair is lame. Let’s go to my place and play some video games or something.”
“Okay,” Heath took one last bite of his apple before pitching it over the fence, and wiping his hands on the bottom of his shirt.
The two made the short trek in record time, shouting hello to Tyler’s Mom who was baking in the kitchen before closing themselves into Tyler’s room.
“What do you want to play?” Tyler asked, moving to pull out his PlayStation and two controllers from underneath his television.
“Doesn’t matter --” Heath grabbed his wrist, pulling him close for a moment. “First do that thing with your tongue…”
“What thing?” Tyler asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You know…when you kiss me and shove it in my mouth, tracing those little circles against mine.”
“Ah,” Tyler nodded. “I thought you didn’t like it when I kissed you?”
“I don’t like it when you do it public, I’ve got no problem with it in private.”
“Ah,” Tyler repeated, putting his hands on Heath’s hips before obliging his request. The two boys kissed for a few moments, before Tyler pulled away, surprised as Heath’s hands had moved up under the bottom of his cut-off shorts to squeeze his ass, “What are you doing?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I was just…going with the flow.” Heath shoved his roving hands into his pockets, blushing red.
“Well, think before you touch me like that, christ!”
“I’m sorry! I thought you’d like it!”
“Heath, we’re thirteen! We are so not ready to be touching each other like that, fuck,”
“Right, right…sorry. Let’s just, play a game,” Heath turned away, flushing an even darker shade of red. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back. You can pick something out.”
Once in the bathroom, Heath sank down onto the tiled floor, burying his head in his hands, silently berating himself and his impending hard-on.


A few weeks later, school started and in a quest to get his mind off of Tyler, he started asking out girls and fooling around with them rather then with Tyler.
It was almost Thanksgiving when Tyler’s parents died in a car accident coming home from a trip to the supermarket. They skidded on a patch of ice, rolled their car, and smacked dead-on into a large oak tree a few streets down from their house.
Miranda, Tyler’s sister, dropped him off at the Gibson’s, not knowing what else to do with him as she made other arrangements for the funeral of both their parents. Heath was in his bedroom reading a Sports Illustrated when Tyler let himself in.
“Hey,” He put the magazine down and straightened on the bed, “You okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his duffle bag onto the floor. Heath was quiet, and Tyler shrugged before continuing, “I’m fine. I guess I just don’t know what I’m supposed to feel, you know? Miranda is freaking out, everyone around us seems to be bawling their eyes out, and…I just feel sort of numb.” He turned to look at Heath. “I’m more concerned about what the hell is going to happen to me then anything else. My parents are dead, and I don’t expect Miranda to drop her life to take care of me until I’m 18, so…what’s going to happen to me?”
Heath shifted on the bed, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, ignoring the turn in the pit of his stomach as he got close to his best friend, “I don’t know, Ty.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Heath rested his chin on Tyler’s shoulder, the closeness feeling natural, but also strange because it had been so long since he’d let himself get so physically close to Tyler.
“What if they put me in foster care or something?”
“That won’t happen, I wouldn’t let it.”
Tyler sighed, shaking his head, “I’m tired.”
“C’mon, we can go to sleep then, Heath moved again, pulling Tyler against his chest on the bed and wrapping a leg over Tyler’s knees.
“Heath, I can’t breath with your arm over my neck like that.”
“Sorry,” Heath shifted his arm down to Tyler’s waist. The two lay side-by-side together quietly for a few minutes before Tyler cleared his throat to speak again.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you think you know when you’re ready for sex?”
“Uh…I don’t know. Why do you ask?” Heath’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Because, I really feel like I’m ready. I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” He leaned up on an elbow, looking at him. “I want my first time to be with you, Heath.”
“You aren’t just saying that because of what’s happening, are you?”
“No.” Tyler shook his head, moving to press his lips to Heath’s, whispering softly into his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now, how good it would feel to just…play with each other, jack off or maybe even try a blow job. I want to learn with you. I think I might love you. You’re like one of the most important people in my life.”
“And…you want to have sex…with me?”
“Not like anal sex or anything, just experimental stuff.”
“And you want to do this now?”
“Now…later…whatever.”
“Well, do you want to do me, or do you want me to do you?”
“I dunno, do you think you’re ready to get serviced?”
“Serviced? Where the hell did you hear that?”
“I read it on the internet.”
“I don’t know, Ty. This is pretty serious, right? Jerking off by ourselves is one thing, but doing it to each other or putting each other’s dick in our mouths. Can we do that?”
“I think we should try.”
“Well, you’re the one who wants to try it out, I’m willing to be your guinea pig.”
“If you don’t want to, or you want to think about it, that’s fine Heath. It isn’t like I’m going anywhere for awhile.” Tyler laid his head back down on Heath’s arm.
Heath swallowed, looking at him before brushing his fingers across his cheek and tilting his face to kiss him, their tongues pushing together and overfilling their mouths.
“Don’t kiss me to make me feel better, I feel like shit,” Tyler shook his head with a sigh.
“Well, when you’re ready…you can fuck me anytime.” Heath promised.
Tyler smiled, “Okay.” He snuggled down against Heath’s chest and closed his eyes.
A few hours later, he woke up to Heath’s fingers stroking his hair and the sound of flipping magazine pages. Heath looked down as Tyler stirred, “Hey Sleepy-head.”
“Hey. What time is it?”
“A little after ten. I didn’t want to wake you up, so you missed supper, but there’s a plate in the mic for you if you’re hungry.”
Tyler shook his head, “No, I’m good.”
Heath put his magazine down, watching him brush sleep from his eyes, “Well, my parents went to bed, so as long as we’re quiet we can do whatever. You want to watch a mo—” He was silenced by Tyler’s lips against his, his hands pushing him back against the headboard with surprising strength.
“You know what I want,” Tyler’s voice was breathy and he sucked softly on Heath’s bottom lip. He leaned back for a moment to watch Heath nod and move to unbutton his jeans. He paused before he started to push them past his hips.
“You aren’t going to laugh at me, are you?”
“Of course not, jeez. I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Yeah, but not with the intention of doing anything to me.”
“Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?” Tyler asked, edging off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. Heath was silent, mouth gapped as Tyler pushed his own jeans and underwear down around his ankles before stepping from them. “See? No big deal.”
Heath’s face turned pink, but he finally slid off the rest of his clothes, letting them join Tyler’s on the floor.
“Okay, lay down.” Tyler got on his knees at the foot of the bed, waiting for Heath to oblige him, “Loosen up, Heath. Cripes.” He pushed his friend’s knees apart, looking at the other boy’s equipment for a moment.
“Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to touch it?” Heath curled an arm behind his head.
“Yeah, I was just getting a good look. Outside of porn, I’ve never really looked at another dick besides my own.” Tyler slid his hands up Heath’s thighs, running the back of his nails over Heath’s scrotum before wrapping his finger’s around the base of his member. Heath’s eyes closed as Tyler began stroking him. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Tyler’s, tightening his grip.
“You’re already hard,” Tyler teased, brushing Heath’s hand away. “How am I supposed to perfect my skills as a gay guy if my guinea pig only lasts a few minutes at a time?”
“I can’t help it that you turn me on. I’ve been concealing a stiffy since you kissed me earlier.”
Tyler continued stroking him, pausing for a moment as Heath’s eyes closed and his throat emitted involuntary grunts.
“Do you come?”
“What?”
“Do you come? You know, ejaculate. Semen.”
“Oh, yeah, of course I do. Does it matter?”
“I was just checking,” Tyler continued stroking him. “What’s it like? Do you just kind of ooze it out, or does it shoot out in jets?”
“I don’t know, jets I guess.”
“Oh good,” Tyler nodded. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Fuck it, I’m about to go right now.” Heath groaned, his hand returning around Tyler’s again. He watched as Tyler put his mouth above the head of his penis as the first jet erupted, Tyler’s tongue emerging to catch it. Heath’s eyes widened as his best friend caught the subsequent white ropes in his mouth before leaning back, swirling it around in his mouth and brushing his thumb over the head of Heath’s appendage, licking away the last traces of come that had remained there from his own skin.
“You swallowed it?”
Tyler grinned, nodding, “Yeah. It’s good.”
“What’s it taste like?”
“Hmm…salty, I guess. You’ve never tasted your own come before?”
Heath shook his head, “No, not really. How come you didn’t use your mouth?”
“I was able to see your face better. You were really cute when you were watching me drink your come,” Tyler grinned again. “You want to try?”
“I dunno…I’m already getting hard again,” Heath brushed his hand over his truthfully hardening cock.
Tyler nodded, “I know something fun we can do then.”
“You do?” Heath asked.
“Sure,” Tyler nodded, moving to press his member against Heath’s, laying on top of him, pressing their bodies together tightly. He grunted, pulling one of Heath’s legs over his own before thrusting upwards. Heath gasped, his eyes closing for a moment.
“You like it?” Tyler asked, feeling precome trickling from his own member, lubing the two of them, along with Heath’s come.
“Heath nodded, his hands gripping Tyler’s hips, “Yeah…Fuck.”
Tyler smiled, thrusting harder and quicker until they were both panting and sweaty, their appendages covered in each other’s fluids.
“A few more times,” Heath requested as Tyler started to move away.
“We’re going to get chapped dicks,” Tyler teased, thrusting against him again anyway.
“It’s worth it,” Heath groaned, shuddering again, his breath ragged.
Tyler rolled away, brushing his hair away from his face, “Heath?”
“Yeah, Ty?”
“I’m really glad that my first time with another boy was wit you.”
“Me too.”


“If you could fuck anyone for the rest of your life, who would it be?” Tyler, Heath, and another friend by the name of Jordan, now seventeen, were just entering a high and scavenging the Norse kitchen for munchies.
“You, of course.” Heath pressed Tyler against the dishwasher, kissing him and letting his hands rove past the waistband of his best friend’s jeans, groping him.
“Aw, how sweet,” Tyler kissed him back and licked his lips before turning to Jordan. “What about you? Certainly not Melanie?”
“God no! Did I tell you that she wants to have a baby? We just started our senior year of high school and she wants to get married and have a kid –she’s fuckin’ nuts. I’m breaking up with her tomorrow.”
“That’s what you get for having one of those silly ‘relationships’,” Heath brought Tyler’s mouth back to his.
“You know, there is a word for guys like you.” Tyler raised an eyebrow.
“There are several and I’m proud to be each and every one of them,” Heath’s mouth was wet and still tasted of the marijuana they had shared.
“We need to stop getting high together,” Tyler teased. “It makes you horny.”
“That’s not the weed, that’s you.”
“You two are disgusting,” Jordan shook his head, putting the container of cottage cheese he had been eating back in the fridge. “I’m going home, see you later.” He pulled Tyler away from Heath long enough for a short kiss before laying on one Heath too. “Have a nice night, don’t wake up Miranda.”
“We haven’t yet,” Tyler pulled him back, kissing him deeper and licking his lips as he pulled away. “We’ll break you one of these days, Jordan. Maybe you’d like taking it up the ass. It’s surprisingly good.”
“Maybe some other night.”
Once Jordan had disappeared from the kitchen, Heath lifted Tyler easily onto the counter, “C’mon –whip it out.” He turned away to the refrigerator as Tyler started to undo his pants.
“You wanna do this in the kitchen? My room’s not a total mess, you know. There’s plenty of room for both of us on the bed.” Tyler raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Naw, easier to clean up the mess I want to make in the kitchen then it would be in your room,” Heath grinned.
“What are you doing? –Oh no, you are not putting grape jelly on my dick. Do you know how hard that would be to get out of my pubes?”
“Don’t be disgusting,” Heath sighed. “I was moving it out of the way to get to the whipped cream.”
“Can or tub?”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Tub is quieter.”
“But the can is so much more fun…”
“You want to try something new?” Tyler pulled Heath back from him, the fridge door closing a moment later.
“New?”
“Yeah. Jimmy gave me a good deal on some new stuff.”
“What kind of new stuff? Did you get E again? That shit was sweet, but it’ll fuck you up if it’s not made right.”
“No, no…”
“Then what?”
“Coke.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“And you wanna snort it?”
“Gross, no!” Tyler shook his head. “We can try it, but that’s weird. I figured we could lick it off each other,” He demonstrated by licking a line up Heath’s neck.
“I dunno Ty, you seem pretty bent on finding harder stuff lately. Pretty soon you’re going to kill us.”
“We’ll just try a taste,” Tyler coaxed, running his hand through Heath’s hair. “Just enough to get a buzz.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Heath shook his head, pressing his mouth to Tyler’s, letting his tongue do the reprimanding for him.
“So, you’ll try it with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll try it with you. If I’m gonna die with someone, it might as well be you.”
“I’m glad you see it my way then. Let’s go to my room.” Tyler jumped down from the counter, his fingers tightening around Heath’s wrist as he pulled him from the kitchen, tip-toeing quietly down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door behind the to two of them before he pushed Heath onto the bed. “Wait there,” He moved to his dresser, reaching to the back of his top drawer to remove the plastic baggie filled with the white powder. He tucked it into his back pocket, continuing to grope around under his clothes until he found what he was looking for.
“Condoms? Are those necessary? You been sleeping around on me?” Heath asked, twisting to pull open the bedside drawer to remove the first bottle of lube he found.
“Hmm, not that one,” Tyler shook his head, slapping Heath’s hands away from the drawer.
“What’s the difference?” Heath asked, watching amused as Tyler just pulled out the drawer and dumped it on the bed.
“Because I use certain lubes for certain things,” Tyler shrugged. “You wanted to use KY, which I typically use for masturbation. I like using Wet or Astroglide for sex.”
“And what about these other little bottles?” Heath raised an eyebrow, picking up one of the small trial-sized bottles between his thumb and index finger.
“It’s flavored for blow-jobs. We’ve used them before, you probably just didn’t notice.” Tyler set the bottle he had been looking for on the corner of the night-stand, and swiped the rest of the bottles back into the drawer before pushing it back into place on the night stand.
“And why do you have this collection?” Heath raised an eyebrow, moving to lean against the headboard of the bed.
“I like to have options,” Tyler pulled his shirt over his head before straddling Heath’s hips between his knees. “Don’t you?” His fingers went under Heath’s shirt and he pressed their mouths together, his tongue probing past Heath’s lips. When he leaned back, reaching into his back pocket for the packet of cocaine, “You want to try it first?”
“Sure,” Heath nodded, taking the packet from him and unsealing it. “Err, how should I do this?”
“Here,” Tyler took Heath’s hand, sucking on his pinky for a second before releasing him again. “Put it on your finger.”
“Okay…and then what?”
“I think you’re supposed to run it across your gums and teeth,” Tyler took the packet from him, repeating what he had done to Heath for himself before dipping his finger in the powder, licking it off, “But I don’t think it makes a difference.”
Heath nodded, sucking on his pinky, “Hmm…I thought it would taste…chalky or something, but it doesn’t.”
“I can’t believe we’ve never done cocaine before,” Tyler took another taste before sealing the bag again and tucking it into his back pocket again. “It wasn’t that expensive.”
“How much you pay for it?” Heath asked, shifting down the headboard into the pillows, his hands tucking into Tyler’s pockets.
“Ten bucks,” Tyler kissed his neck, “Jimmy told me it was cut with sugar, which is probably why it tasted sweet.”
“Hmm…it’s interesting,” Heath pulled his hand around to the front of Tyler’s jeans, reaching into his front pocket, “You didn’t tell me what the condoms were for. Something you need to tell me?”
“No, I haven’t fucked up,” Tyler laughed. “I just like the way they feel once in awhile. They make me feel safer, I guess.”
“You’re with me,” Heath argued.
“Exactly,” Tyler scoffed.
“Hey, you don’t want to have sex with me, that’s fine.” Heath grabbed him around the waist, flipping him over onto his back and rolling on top of him. “I’ve got plenty of other people I can call up for a night of fucking around.”
“It’s not a big deal, Heath. It was just an idea.” Heath couldn’t see Tyler’s color rising as he looked away, slipping his hands to undo Heath’s jeans. “Get these jeans off.”
Heath was quiet, pulling his shirt over his head, sighing softly as Tyler’s hands slipped into his jeans and Tyler used his free hand to pull his ear down to his mouth.
“Do you want to be Top? Will that make you feel better?”
“I thought we’d already established that that was the way it was going to be,” Heath raised an eyebrow, his fingers tracing down Tyler’s chest, feeling out the crevices in his muscles before he started to push away the denim still encasing him. “Now shut up and let me do my thing, okay?”
Tyler nodded, folding an arm behind his head and pressing his lips together as Heath’s mouth made a journey down his body, stopping just before he would have put his mouth around Tyler’s member, his breath warm against his stomach as he paused for a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler asked.
“Nothing,” Heath shook his head. “The drugs are kicking in,” He smiled softly, pushing his jeans off the rest of the way before tossing the last of their clothes from the bed and picking up the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Tyler flinched slightly at the cold fluid as it landed on his member and Heath quieted him again, pressing their mouths together, working the lube into his partner’s skin. Tyler’s moan came out as more of a squeak past both of their lips.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Tyler turned his head away as Heath’s hand’s moved from his appendage and back between his own legs, probing his anus with his slick fingers.
“Letting you fuck me,” Heath replied breathily, pushing Tyler to fit into him.
“You look so sexy,” Tyler’s fingers traced Heath’s tightly closed mouth as he sat up, pulling a leg over Heath’s and pushing deeper inside of him. Heath didn’t reply, moaning softly against Tyler’s lips as he kissed him, rocking up-and-down on his member. Tyler’s faint pleas of satisfaction where like music to Heath’s ears, driving him to fulfill his best friend’s desires, abusing himself willingly for that last choked up pant, and a low groan of orgasm, his prize for a job well done.
“Fuck,” Tyler moaned as his now soft cock slipped from inside of Heath, come still trickling a path down it, and out of Heath’s rectum.
“You liked it?” Heath was suddenly the self-conscious thirteen year old that he had had sex with that first time.
“Perfect,” Tyler assured him, his eyes closing softly, a hand pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing back down to normal. “But now we have to take care of you yet,” He pulled Heath’s lips to his. “How do you want me?”
“I don’t need you to do anything but lay there and look pretty,” Heath shook his head, his hand traveling to his member, stroking himself. It wasn’t long before he was emitting his own cry of satisfaction, proof of which was splattering across Tyler’s chest.
“What a waste,” Tyler’s voice seemed to be filled with pity.
‘What are you talking about? It’s not going to waste,” Heath rolled his eyes, continuing to stroke himself soft before he leaned down, lapping his tongue up Tyler’s chest. “Clean up is half of the fun, silly.”

The next morning, Heath sounded annoyed as he pulled his clothes back on almost immediately after having woken up.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler stretched and yawned before tunneling out from under the covers. “You sound all huffy.”
‘We slept together again last night, didn’t we? And we did cocaine! Fuck, what the hell were we thinking, Ty? Weed once in awhile is one thing, but when we start getting our hands on harder stuff? Christ.”
“Didn’t you like it?”
“For once I want to remember the whole night before, Tyler. Not just bits and pieces clouded from drugged out illusions.”
“So you’re mad because we did a tiny amount of coke, not because we fucked?”
“I’m used to that, Tyler. You’re a bad influence on me. We have like eight months of school left before we can get out of this hell-hole little town. Stop trying to kill the both of us.”
“I’m sorry…I guess, I wasn’t thinking.” Tyler blushed red.
“Obviously not,” Heath sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on his socks and sneakers. “Why do you want to do it with me anyway? I’m fat, I sleep with girls, and I’m not even that good at it.”
“First of all, you are not fat, so just shut up. Secondly, I don’t care who else you sleep with, and I’ve always thought you were fabulous in bed.”
“What do you know? I’m the only one you’ve got balls for and we’ve been screwing since we were thirteen.”
“Exactly. I love you.”
“Don’t say that,” Heath shook his head. “You love me as your best friend, Tyler. Stop trying to push me into one of your gay-romantic fantasies. Find a goddamn boyfriend and stop fucking with me.”
“Heath…I thought you liked it. I thought…I know you aren’t gay Heath, but you still like guys. You like me.”
“I do, Tyler. I love fucking around with you, but we’ve got to face it. I can’t be your boyfriend.”
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. We can screw around together at parties and on weekends, but I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.”
“I gotta go,” Heath shook his head. “I’ll call you later. I’m sorry.” He pressed a short kiss to Tyler’s forehead. “Go back to sleep…and don’t be mad at me.” Tyler was silent, watching Heath stride from his bedroom.