Chapter 11-The Future’s So Bright
Thomas pulled into his driveway, stopping the car. He sat there for a moment, still feeling rather dazed and confused. His lips seemed to be tingling from those kisses, and he reached up in wonder to touch them. They felt a little swollen. He couldn’t quite believe any of this – he kept expecting to wake up in his own bed, and realize that it had all been a wonderful dream. He hadn’t had a fun day with his neighbor at a water park of all places, and Rob Carleton hadn’t kissed him in his car afterward. And they certainly weren’t going to go out on dates together…no, it had to be a dream. He was still waiting to wake up. He knew it had to be soon, because no one had a dream that great for long.
“Hey, Thomas, you okay?” he heard a voice ask. He turned his head to see the rocker looking at him in amusement tinged with concern.
“Yes,” he said slowly, somehow getting his tongue to work properly.
“Is that so? Then what did I ask you just now?” Rob replied, with a twinkle in his dark eyes.
“Uhh…” the accountant could only stare at him blankly, which sent him into a bout of loud laughter. “That’s what I thought!” He exclaimed when he could speak again. “You’re completely spaced out. Guess I can understand that…that was the first time anybody’s ever kissed you, wasn’t it?”
Thomas nodded, feeling a little ashamed. The rocker smiled reassuringly. “Hey, it’s all right. There’s gotta be a first time for everybody. Yours is just a little later than most people’s, that’s all. I asked you before where you wanted to go for our first date. Any suggestions?”
The accountant blinked, taking in the question. “Err…never having been on a date before, I really don’t know that much about it,” he pointed out quietly.
“Too true. Okay, let me think. I could take you to the club to watch my band play…” Rob said with a wicked grin. “But since you’d probably go catatonic on me that might not be such a good idea.” He waggled his eyebrows at Thomas, who looked rather appalled at the suggestion.
“I suppose we could go the traditional route of dinner and a movie. You can’t go wrong there,” Rob noted after a moment. “That sound good to you?”
“Yes. But,” Thomas began. The rocker glanced at him, and he said: “You could come to dinner at my house. I’d like to cook for you.”
“Stay in? You sure? That’s an awful lot of work for you,” Rob said doubtfully.
A nod. “I like to cook,” Thomas said. “And…I don’t always enjoy public places. Too many people staring at me. I think I get a bit claustrophobic around crowds sometimes.”
“All right. If it doesn’t bother you, it won’t bother me, either. Hell, it’ll be nice to get a home-cooked meal for a change. Considering what I usually eat, that’ll be heaven in comparison. I could rent us a movie, I guess. So, we could still have dinner and a movie. Do you have a DVD player?” he asked the accountant.
Thomas nodded. “I don’t use it very often, but I do have one,” he replied.
“Okay. How about Tuesday night? I’m due over at my sister’s house tomorrow, so I can’t do it then,” the rocker told him.
“That will be fine. I can buy everything I need and prepare it tomorrow night, so all I’ll have to do is cook Tuesday,” Thomas said.
“You’re really efficient. I have to admire that, especially since I’m pretty much the opposite. It’s a date then. Do you care what kind of movie I rent?”
Thomas shook his head. The rocker stretched and yawned a little. “All righty. I need to go in and take a shower; the chlorine’s starting to make my hair stiff. I’m glad you had a good day today, Thomas. I really enjoyed myself too…especially the kissing,” he added with a wink.
The accountant turned pink at the mention of their earlier osculation. Rob laughed and patted his arm. He got out of the car, coming around to open Thomas’s door. The accountant undid his seatbelt and got out of his car, far too aware of how close Rob was standing. A hand closed over his arm, and the rocker began to escort him to his door. His breathing faltered, and he kept glancing at the other man’s handsome profile. Once they reached his door, Rob turned to look at him. “Damn, but you sure are tempting,” he told Thomas. Before the accountant could say anything, he swooped in for a goodnight kiss. That light but lingering thing made his head spin. His brown eyes were glazed again when Rob finally pulled back. The rocker grinned and winked at him, then said: “G’night. I’ll see you Tuesday, Thomas,” he turned and strolled away, leaving the accountant standing there while his brain tried to restart once more.
Rob burst through his door in a high good humor, and made straight for his phone. He wanted to tell Anne and Patrick about everything right away. He knew they’d be dying of curiosity by now. He threw himself down on his couch and greeted Aretha, who was sitting in his favorite armchair licking her own white paws. She stopped for a moment to stare at him with her green-and-gold snake’s eyes, and then went back to her cleaning. He chuckled as he punched in his sister’s telephone number. It rang twice, and then was picked up. “So how did it go?” Anne demanded.
“Heh. I should plead the fifth and leave you in suspense until tomorrow,” he teased.
“You do that and you will be very sorry. Remember, I’m your sister. I know all of your most embarrassing secrets,” Anne pointed out ruthlessly.
“True. Okay, so we went to the water park and had a really great time. He was kinda weirded out at first, but once he relaxed he was like a little kid. I don’t think he ever got to do stuff like that when he actually WAS a little kid, so this was a first for him. And when we were coming home, I did as you suggested and just casually mentioned the fact that I like guys, too. I think he kinda wigged out there for a moment – he had to pull his car over to the curb. And then…” he trailed off significantly, smirking as she growled on the other end of the phone.
“You better finish that sentence, Rob,” she said awfully. “Or I start e-mailing your friends those pictures of you when you were thirteen. You know the ones I mean,” Anne said ominously.
"Geez! You sure know how to play hardball, sis. Fine. I kissed him, okay?”
She squealed ecstatically, hurting his sensitive ears. “You did! Oh, Rob, that’s wonderful! And he wasn’t upset or anything, was he?”
“I think I can guarantee that he wasn’t upset,” Rob affirmed. “Especially since he agreed to go out on a date with me Tuesday. So how’s that for a successful day, huh?”
“I’m so happy for both of you! You’ll have to give me all the details tomorrow night. For now, I’ll let you go and take a shower. Congratulations, Rob.”
“Thanks, Anne. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He hung up the phone, stretching once more in a leisurely fashion. Aretha glanced up at him as he did this. “Not as graceful as you,” the rocker remarked as he got to his feet. “But still not bad, eh?”
The cat looked unimpressed, flicking her tail at him. He laughed, and padded down the hallway to take a shower. He’d definitely have to jack-off while he was in there – kissing Thomas had gotten him all worked up. That mouth, that sweet mouth. He’d be thinking of it all the time that he was masturbating. He nearly groaned at this thought, now walking a little funny as he entered the bathroom. He hobbled over and turned on the water, stripping off his damp, chlorine stiff clothing gratefully. His skin was starting to itch – he really needed to wash the chlorine off of himself. Checking that the water was the right temp, the rocker stepped into his shower. He stood under the hot water and sighed blissfully. This was good. He ran a hand through his hair, reaching for the shampoo. Squirting a liberal amount onto his palm, he worked it through the heavy tresses until it was thoroughly soaped up.
As the shampoo was being rinsed out of his hair, Rob turned his mind to more important things. Like his cock, for example. It was saluting him, standing up nearly to his belly. The single eye seemed to be staring accusingly up at him, asking him silently why he was going to be jerking off all alone in his shower when a hot guy lived right next door. ‘Hey, he’s a virgin. I have to go slow’ Rob thought at it. His dick was as unimpressed as his pussy had been earlier. It twitched impatiently, and he sighed as he took it in hand. ‘At least we can think about him’ he pointed out in his head. ‘That’s better than nothing, right?’
Contemptuous silence from his erection. Rob began to stroke himself slowly, taking his time. He was thinking about the fact that Thomas would be taking a shower right now too – stripping off his clothes, climbing naked into his shower, water running down that slim body erotically…Fuck. He groaned in his throat at the images bombarding his brain. He could see that tight little ass as clearly as though he’d actually gotten to see it in the flesh, and his hand moved faster just at the thought of it. God, he wanted to touch that ass! To grip and squeeze it, to kiss it…ugh! His cock definitely approved of that thought, because it was jerking and leaking all over his hand. Rob’s hips lifted a little involuntarily as he formed a loose grip and began to fuck his own hand, imagining that he was sinking into Thomas’s beautiful little ass instead. Oh, shit! He closed his eyes, shuddering, a soft moan escaping his lips. He was close, he could feel it. “Thomas,” he groaned on a long exhalation as he felt his balls draw up tight. “Oh, yeah!”
He came, spurting out onto the tile of his shower. Rob stood there panting, enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm. Finally he moved again, albeit sluggishly. He soaped himself up and got cleaned up, thinking that masturbating in the shower had its uses. For one thing, all of the mess got carried away down the drain, without him needing to clean up. When he was really clean, he got out and draped a towel around his hips. Wearing only that length of blue terry-cloth, he went down the hallway and into the kitchen to look into something for dinner. Aretha jumped off the chair and came with him, to meow loudly at her empty food bowl “Sorry,” he said ruefully, fetching the bag of kibble from the pantry and pouring it into the bowl. “I’m just a lousy owner, I guess. You can scratch me later on in retaliation for my forgetfulness.”
Aretha applied herself to her food with gusto, ignoring him once again. Rob grinned and dug out a frozen dinner, throwing it in the microwave. He was thinking with anticipation about eating dinner first at Anne’s house tomorrow night, then at Thomas’ the night after. Two real meals in two days! He was set. He chuckled as he leaned nearly-naked against his counter, scratching at his still damp belly contentedly. Now – what kind of movie should he rent them to watch? Thomas didn’t strike him as being a big fan of action movies, and he himself didn’t care for weepy dramas. Something in between, maybe? A chick flick, or maybe a comedy? He’d have to be careful of the comedy, though. The accountant also didn’t seem like someone who’d be a fan of really low-brow humor. No fart jokes or kicks to the crotch.
He’d have to go over the movies carefully at his local video store Tuesday. But he’d find something, he was sure of it. Then he could go and hang out at Thomas’ house. He liked the thought of that, actually. It was far more intimate than going out to a restaurant and then a movie theater, although Thomas didn’t seem to realize that. He could sit as close as possible to Thomas on the couch, maybe cop a feel or two…damn it, he had to be careful about that too. If he scared the man, he’d never get another chance. And he couldn’t stand that thought. He was so attracted to Thomas Merriweather that he could barely breathe with it. He just had to get into those cute little tan shorts. So he’d keep his hands to himself – well mostly, anyway – and try to be a good boy. Which wouldn’t be easy, since it was getting harder and harder for him to be a good boy all the time. Not when he wanted to be so very, very bad…
Thomas had showered and put on a robe, and was making himself a sandwich and a cup of tea in his kitchen. He was thinking about today – about everything that had happened. While it all still seemed dream-like and impossible, his brain was finally accepting the fact that Rob wanted to go out with him. Excitement and apprehension flowed through him in equal measures. What if it didn’t work out? WHAT IF IT DID?! There’d be…they’d have…sex….Oh, God. The mere thought of it left him dizzy. Not that he didn’t want to have intercourse with Rob, but at the same time he was scared nearly witless at even the thought of losing his virginity. It was so intimate, sex. One of the most intimate things that two people could do together. Thomas had never liked to be touched, but any sexual act would involve a lot of touching. And even more foreign things. Kissing, oral pleasure, penetration…thinking these terms made him feel suddenly too hot in his robe. His hands clutched at his mug desperately. It was fear of the unknown, coupled with sheer nervousness on his part. He was sure that Rob was extremely experienced, and could easily show him everything necessary. It would all be fine. Surely...
He told himself sternly not to count his chickens before they hatched. An appropriate saying for an accountant, he felt. He was definitely getting ahead of himself. Who knew if Rob would want to go on seeing him for any length of time? Thomas was still puzzled as to why the man wanted him in the first place. Whatever weird glamour that attracted the rocker was bound to wear off soon. He felt glum at this thought, sighing to himself. Ah, well. Whatever would be would be. He’d simply have to go with the flow and see what happened. Unfortunately, he’d never been very good at that. He liked things planned down to the smallest detail. Life, however, was what happened when you were making other plans. So he’d have to just let it happen, come what may. No matter how hard that was for him.
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Thomas pulled into his driveway, stopping the car. He sat there for a moment, still feeling rather dazed and confused. His lips seemed to be tingling from those kisses, and he reached up in wonder to touch them. They felt a little swollen. He couldn’t quite believe any of this – he kept expecting to wake up in his own bed, and realize that it had all been a wonderful dream. He hadn’t had a fun day with his neighbor at a water park of all places, and Rob Carleton hadn’t kissed him in his car afterward. And they certainly weren’t going to go out on dates together…no, it had to be a dream. He was still waiting to wake up. He knew it had to be soon, because no one had a dream that great for long.
“Hey, Thomas, you okay?” he heard a voice ask. He turned his head to see the rocker looking at him in amusement tinged with concern.
“Yes,” he said slowly, somehow getting his tongue to work properly.
“Is that so? Then what did I ask you just now?” Rob replied, with a twinkle in his dark eyes.
“Uhh…” the accountant could only stare at him blankly, which sent him into a bout of loud laughter. “That’s what I thought!” He exclaimed when he could speak again. “You’re completely spaced out. Guess I can understand that…that was the first time anybody’s ever kissed you, wasn’t it?”
Thomas nodded, feeling a little ashamed. The rocker smiled reassuringly. “Hey, it’s all right. There’s gotta be a first time for everybody. Yours is just a little later than most people’s, that’s all. I asked you before where you wanted to go for our first date. Any suggestions?”
The accountant blinked, taking in the question. “Err…never having been on a date before, I really don’t know that much about it,” he pointed out quietly.
“Too true. Okay, let me think. I could take you to the club to watch my band play…” Rob said with a wicked grin. “But since you’d probably go catatonic on me that might not be such a good idea.” He waggled his eyebrows at Thomas, who looked rather appalled at the suggestion.
“I suppose we could go the traditional route of dinner and a movie. You can’t go wrong there,” Rob noted after a moment. “That sound good to you?”
“Yes. But,” Thomas began. The rocker glanced at him, and he said: “You could come to dinner at my house. I’d like to cook for you.”
“Stay in? You sure? That’s an awful lot of work for you,” Rob said doubtfully.
A nod. “I like to cook,” Thomas said. “And…I don’t always enjoy public places. Too many people staring at me. I think I get a bit claustrophobic around crowds sometimes.”
“All right. If it doesn’t bother you, it won’t bother me, either. Hell, it’ll be nice to get a home-cooked meal for a change. Considering what I usually eat, that’ll be heaven in comparison. I could rent us a movie, I guess. So, we could still have dinner and a movie. Do you have a DVD player?” he asked the accountant.
Thomas nodded. “I don’t use it very often, but I do have one,” he replied.
“Okay. How about Tuesday night? I’m due over at my sister’s house tomorrow, so I can’t do it then,” the rocker told him.
“That will be fine. I can buy everything I need and prepare it tomorrow night, so all I’ll have to do is cook Tuesday,” Thomas said.
“You’re really efficient. I have to admire that, especially since I’m pretty much the opposite. It’s a date then. Do you care what kind of movie I rent?”
Thomas shook his head. The rocker stretched and yawned a little. “All righty. I need to go in and take a shower; the chlorine’s starting to make my hair stiff. I’m glad you had a good day today, Thomas. I really enjoyed myself too…especially the kissing,” he added with a wink.
The accountant turned pink at the mention of their earlier osculation. Rob laughed and patted his arm. He got out of the car, coming around to open Thomas’s door. The accountant undid his seatbelt and got out of his car, far too aware of how close Rob was standing. A hand closed over his arm, and the rocker began to escort him to his door. His breathing faltered, and he kept glancing at the other man’s handsome profile. Once they reached his door, Rob turned to look at him. “Damn, but you sure are tempting,” he told Thomas. Before the accountant could say anything, he swooped in for a goodnight kiss. That light but lingering thing made his head spin. His brown eyes were glazed again when Rob finally pulled back. The rocker grinned and winked at him, then said: “G’night. I’ll see you Tuesday, Thomas,” he turned and strolled away, leaving the accountant standing there while his brain tried to restart once more.
Rob burst through his door in a high good humor, and made straight for his phone. He wanted to tell Anne and Patrick about everything right away. He knew they’d be dying of curiosity by now. He threw himself down on his couch and greeted Aretha, who was sitting in his favorite armchair licking her own white paws. She stopped for a moment to stare at him with her green-and-gold snake’s eyes, and then went back to her cleaning. He chuckled as he punched in his sister’s telephone number. It rang twice, and then was picked up. “So how did it go?” Anne demanded.
“Heh. I should plead the fifth and leave you in suspense until tomorrow,” he teased.
“You do that and you will be very sorry. Remember, I’m your sister. I know all of your most embarrassing secrets,” Anne pointed out ruthlessly.
“True. Okay, so we went to the water park and had a really great time. He was kinda weirded out at first, but once he relaxed he was like a little kid. I don’t think he ever got to do stuff like that when he actually WAS a little kid, so this was a first for him. And when we were coming home, I did as you suggested and just casually mentioned the fact that I like guys, too. I think he kinda wigged out there for a moment – he had to pull his car over to the curb. And then…” he trailed off significantly, smirking as she growled on the other end of the phone.
“You better finish that sentence, Rob,” she said awfully. “Or I start e-mailing your friends those pictures of you when you were thirteen. You know the ones I mean,” Anne said ominously.
"Geez! You sure know how to play hardball, sis. Fine. I kissed him, okay?”
She squealed ecstatically, hurting his sensitive ears. “You did! Oh, Rob, that’s wonderful! And he wasn’t upset or anything, was he?”
“I think I can guarantee that he wasn’t upset,” Rob affirmed. “Especially since he agreed to go out on a date with me Tuesday. So how’s that for a successful day, huh?”
“I’m so happy for both of you! You’ll have to give me all the details tomorrow night. For now, I’ll let you go and take a shower. Congratulations, Rob.”
“Thanks, Anne. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He hung up the phone, stretching once more in a leisurely fashion. Aretha glanced up at him as he did this. “Not as graceful as you,” the rocker remarked as he got to his feet. “But still not bad, eh?”
The cat looked unimpressed, flicking her tail at him. He laughed, and padded down the hallway to take a shower. He’d definitely have to jack-off while he was in there – kissing Thomas had gotten him all worked up. That mouth, that sweet mouth. He’d be thinking of it all the time that he was masturbating. He nearly groaned at this thought, now walking a little funny as he entered the bathroom. He hobbled over and turned on the water, stripping off his damp, chlorine stiff clothing gratefully. His skin was starting to itch – he really needed to wash the chlorine off of himself. Checking that the water was the right temp, the rocker stepped into his shower. He stood under the hot water and sighed blissfully. This was good. He ran a hand through his hair, reaching for the shampoo. Squirting a liberal amount onto his palm, he worked it through the heavy tresses until it was thoroughly soaped up.
As the shampoo was being rinsed out of his hair, Rob turned his mind to more important things. Like his cock, for example. It was saluting him, standing up nearly to his belly. The single eye seemed to be staring accusingly up at him, asking him silently why he was going to be jerking off all alone in his shower when a hot guy lived right next door. ‘Hey, he’s a virgin. I have to go slow’ Rob thought at it. His dick was as unimpressed as his pussy had been earlier. It twitched impatiently, and he sighed as he took it in hand. ‘At least we can think about him’ he pointed out in his head. ‘That’s better than nothing, right?’
Contemptuous silence from his erection. Rob began to stroke himself slowly, taking his time. He was thinking about the fact that Thomas would be taking a shower right now too – stripping off his clothes, climbing naked into his shower, water running down that slim body erotically…Fuck. He groaned in his throat at the images bombarding his brain. He could see that tight little ass as clearly as though he’d actually gotten to see it in the flesh, and his hand moved faster just at the thought of it. God, he wanted to touch that ass! To grip and squeeze it, to kiss it…ugh! His cock definitely approved of that thought, because it was jerking and leaking all over his hand. Rob’s hips lifted a little involuntarily as he formed a loose grip and began to fuck his own hand, imagining that he was sinking into Thomas’s beautiful little ass instead. Oh, shit! He closed his eyes, shuddering, a soft moan escaping his lips. He was close, he could feel it. “Thomas,” he groaned on a long exhalation as he felt his balls draw up tight. “Oh, yeah!”
He came, spurting out onto the tile of his shower. Rob stood there panting, enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm. Finally he moved again, albeit sluggishly. He soaped himself up and got cleaned up, thinking that masturbating in the shower had its uses. For one thing, all of the mess got carried away down the drain, without him needing to clean up. When he was really clean, he got out and draped a towel around his hips. Wearing only that length of blue terry-cloth, he went down the hallway and into the kitchen to look into something for dinner. Aretha jumped off the chair and came with him, to meow loudly at her empty food bowl “Sorry,” he said ruefully, fetching the bag of kibble from the pantry and pouring it into the bowl. “I’m just a lousy owner, I guess. You can scratch me later on in retaliation for my forgetfulness.”
Aretha applied herself to her food with gusto, ignoring him once again. Rob grinned and dug out a frozen dinner, throwing it in the microwave. He was thinking with anticipation about eating dinner first at Anne’s house tomorrow night, then at Thomas’ the night after. Two real meals in two days! He was set. He chuckled as he leaned nearly-naked against his counter, scratching at his still damp belly contentedly. Now – what kind of movie should he rent them to watch? Thomas didn’t strike him as being a big fan of action movies, and he himself didn’t care for weepy dramas. Something in between, maybe? A chick flick, or maybe a comedy? He’d have to be careful of the comedy, though. The accountant also didn’t seem like someone who’d be a fan of really low-brow humor. No fart jokes or kicks to the crotch.
He’d have to go over the movies carefully at his local video store Tuesday. But he’d find something, he was sure of it. Then he could go and hang out at Thomas’ house. He liked the thought of that, actually. It was far more intimate than going out to a restaurant and then a movie theater, although Thomas didn’t seem to realize that. He could sit as close as possible to Thomas on the couch, maybe cop a feel or two…damn it, he had to be careful about that too. If he scared the man, he’d never get another chance. And he couldn’t stand that thought. He was so attracted to Thomas Merriweather that he could barely breathe with it. He just had to get into those cute little tan shorts. So he’d keep his hands to himself – well mostly, anyway – and try to be a good boy. Which wouldn’t be easy, since it was getting harder and harder for him to be a good boy all the time. Not when he wanted to be so very, very bad…
Thomas had showered and put on a robe, and was making himself a sandwich and a cup of tea in his kitchen. He was thinking about today – about everything that had happened. While it all still seemed dream-like and impossible, his brain was finally accepting the fact that Rob wanted to go out with him. Excitement and apprehension flowed through him in equal measures. What if it didn’t work out? WHAT IF IT DID?! There’d be…they’d have…sex….Oh, God. The mere thought of it left him dizzy. Not that he didn’t want to have intercourse with Rob, but at the same time he was scared nearly witless at even the thought of losing his virginity. It was so intimate, sex. One of the most intimate things that two people could do together. Thomas had never liked to be touched, but any sexual act would involve a lot of touching. And even more foreign things. Kissing, oral pleasure, penetration…thinking these terms made him feel suddenly too hot in his robe. His hands clutched at his mug desperately. It was fear of the unknown, coupled with sheer nervousness on his part. He was sure that Rob was extremely experienced, and could easily show him everything necessary. It would all be fine. Surely...
He told himself sternly not to count his chickens before they hatched. An appropriate saying for an accountant, he felt. He was definitely getting ahead of himself. Who knew if Rob would want to go on seeing him for any length of time? Thomas was still puzzled as to why the man wanted him in the first place. Whatever weird glamour that attracted the rocker was bound to wear off soon. He felt glum at this thought, sighing to himself. Ah, well. Whatever would be would be. He’d simply have to go with the flow and see what happened. Unfortunately, he’d never been very good at that. He liked things planned down to the smallest detail. Life, however, was what happened when you were making other plans. So he’d have to just let it happen, come what may. No matter how hard that was for him.
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