Part 7
Quentin was nearly dancing as he walked along the hallway at school the next day. He couldn’t keep a big grin off of his face. All he could think about was the taste of Chet’s cock in his mouth, and the feel of that big body under his hands. But what had him pumped far more than just the pleasure of giving Chet Rollins a blow job was the fact that the other boy had agreed to be his boyfriend! How lucky could one person get? He felt like he owned the entire world right now.
Of course, he would have loved it if they’d done more than just hold each other yesterday. But he was shrewd enough to understand that pushing Chet to have sex with him would be a huge mistake. The man had barely come to terms with his own sexuality. He wasn’t ready for full-blown man-on-man sex yet. So while he’d teased Chet about getting into him, Quentin knew that he wouldn’t be getting any from his new boyfriend until Chet was ready. And that meant waiting until CHET initiated it, not the other way around. He might become thoroughly sexually frustrated before that happened, but he was willing to be patient. It was too easy to destroy a good thing by rushing ahead without thinking. And the needs of your partner definitely had to be considered; their feelings were very important. Quentin didn’t want to scare him off, especially considering the fact that he’d been a (or had tried to be a) heterosexual up until now. Slow and steady won the race, even if he’d much rather be a bunny than a tortoise. Or at least he’d like to hump like one, anyway…
He giggled at this thought, his eyes sparkling. He hummed under his breath, his fingers snapping along with the beat as he approached his locker. He was considering getting a picture of his gorgeous new boyfriend and hanging it up in there next to Adam Lambert . While Adam had been his first love, he’d understand. Quentin’s heart belonged to a certain magnificent football player now.
Quentin opened his locker and rummaged around in it for his lunch bag. He was going to meet Chet in a park near the school, and they were going to eat together. He couldn’t wait. But as he pulled out his bag, he heard a familiar voice speak next to him: “Hey, Quen?”
He looked around the open door to see Gary and Corey standing in the hallway together looking at him. “Hi, guys!” he chirped, smiling at his friends. “What’s up?”
Corey demanded: “What’s up with you, Quen? We haven’t seen you for days. Why don’t you come and eat lunch with us anymore?”
Quentin considered how to reply, and then he shrugged and went for it. “I’ve been eating lunch with somebody else,” he told Corey.
“Who?” Corey asked, as Gary got a thoughtful expression on his face. He at least knew the identity of the person that Quentin was probably hanging out with at lunch.
Quentin grinned, knowing he was going to shock his friend. “Chet Rollins,” he replied easily.
Shocked silence from Corey, whose eyes were practically bugging out of his head. Gary simply looked at him as their friend sputtered: “Chet Rollins?! Why the hell are you hanging out with HIM?!”
Time to shock both of them now. Quentin’s smile widened. “Because we’re dating,” he said, his voice quivering with amusement.
Even Gary’s mouth dropped open this time. Quentin blew on his fingers as though trying to dry his purple nail polish. Corey made choking sounds as Gary said weakly: “You’re…dating? Really?”
Quentin nodded his electric-blue head. “Yeah. I know I can confide in you guys because you won’t go and tell everybody in school. Chet’s not ready yet to come out to the whole student body, although he’s making progress. I want to take this slow and give him time to adjust.”
Corey was shaking his head. “This is…I can’t believe this!” he burst out.
Quentin gave him a compassionate look. “I understand your shock, Corey. But I’ve suspected all along that our resident bully was a closet case. And he finally figured that out for himself. That’s partially because of you, Gary. He decided that if someone like you could live openly as a gay teen, then he couldn’t hide anymore.”
“Oh,” Gary said in understanding. So that’s what he meant when he saved me…”
Quentin nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, we talked about it yesterday and decided to start going out. I promise that he’s changed,” he added, holding up a hand and making a cross gesture over his heart with his fingers. “He’s trying hard not to be a bully anymore. He’s really a good guy under all of the anger and pain he was carrying around.”
“Well, if you say he is then I know he is,” Gary said stoutly, making Quentin smile at him.
“Yeah,” Corey said, although he sounded more doubtful. “This is too weird, though. You going out with Chet Rollins. Man, I can’t believe it.”
“I can’t either,” Quentin replied, although his disbelief was of a different nature than Corey’s.
Corey looked at him. “Can I tell Amanda?” He asked tentatively.
Quentin nodded. “Of course you can. I know that she won’t spread stories. And you can tell Patrick, too,” he went on to Gary. “I don’t mind. I'm sure that I can trust all of you to keep my secret for now – at least until Chet’s ready to come out officially, that is. Which I know he’ll be able to.”
“So you’re going to eat lunch with him today too?” Gary asked.
Quentin nodded. “That is, unless you guys really want me to hang out with you. I’ll call him and reschedule,” Quentin told them.
Corey and Gary exchanged glances. “Erm, that’s okay,” Corey said. “We’re gonna eat with Amanda and Patrick. We just wanted to ask you if you might want to hang out with us, but if you’ve got a boyfriend to spend time with, we understand…”
“Thanks, guys,” Quentin said happily. “Tell Amanda and Patrick hello for me, and that I’ll see them later.”
“We will,” Gary replied. “And Quen…”
“Yeah?”
Gary smiled. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “That you and Chet are together, I mean. I could tell how much you like him.”
He couldn’t help himself. He hugged Gary tightly right there in the hallway. “Thanks, Gary. You guys are great. Everybody should have friends as cool as you.”
Corey and Gary both looked rather embarrassed. Quentin chuckled and waved his fingers at them as he scooped up his lunch bag. “See ya later,” he caroled, darting away.
He went around a corner, and then nearly plowed into a solid wall of flesh. He came to a halt, looking up into his new boyfriend’s frowning face. Chet didn’t look happy. Quentin cocked his head. “Something the matter, big man?” he asked softly. “I got my lunch,” he added, holding up the bag.
“Couldn’t you have done that without draping yourself all over your ‘friend’?” Chet asked acerbically.
Quentin blinked, and then realized that Chet must have seen him hugging Gary. He put up a hand to hide his mouth as he laughed. “God, Chet, you really are a jealous guy, aren’t you?” he gasped. “That’s just Gary, as you know very well. And he has a boyfriend, which I told you before.”
Chet blew out a long exhalation of breath. “I know that,” he said rather stonily. “I just…don’t like it when you hang off of other guys. Even your friends.”
Quentin considered this. “But I’m just an affectionate person,” he told Chet slowly. “I can understand that it upsets you, but you have to trust me, big man. I have to be me. That doesn’t mean that I’d ever cheat on you, believe me.”
Chet looked down at him silently. Then he nodded reluctantly. “I understand that,” he said. “I’ll try not to let it get to me. It’s just...”
“It’s just that you like me so much that you get jealous,” Quentin said, beaming. “I really love that about you, you know.”
Chet rolled his eyes a bit. “You’re so strange,” he muttered under his breath.
Quentin nodded. “I am,” he agreed. “Are you ready to go to lunch?”
Chet rolled his shoulders. “I guess,” he said, and his tone of voice made Quentin laugh as they left the school together.
The park was a beautiful place. Birds were twittering in the trees, which were in a blaze of glorious fall color. The bench they’d chosen to occupy was under one enormous maple with spreading branches and leaves that had turned orange. Quentin sighed in pleasure as he opened his lunch box to reveal chicken and rice in a tangy sauce. He glanced sideways at his new boyfriend, seeing the Chet was pulling another sandwich out of a paper bag. He felt bad about that. “Hey, Chet?" He said aloud.
“What?”
He lifted the box temptingly. “Would you like to switch lunches for the day?” he asked.
Chet stared at the box. “Why?” he asked warily.
Quentin snorted. “So I can poison you,” he drawled. “Come on, big man; you need plenty of nourishment to keep that frame going, and my mom is an excellent cook. Try it, you’ll like it.”
Chet frowned at him. “Why would you want my lunch?” he demanded. “It's just a sandwich and some chips.”
Quentin smiled at him whimsically. “But you made it with your own two hands,” he pointed out. “It's kind of romantic to eat food prepared by your main squeeze.”
Chet’s brows lifted a little. “Main squeeze?” he repeated incredulously.
Quentin’s eyes wrinkled up at the corners a little, merrily. “Sure, why not? I’d love to be your main squeeze,” he told Chet. “In fact, you can squeeze me any time that you want. Anywhere that you want,” he added lasciviously.
Chet shook his head but handed Quentin his lunch bag. “Whatever you say. I think you’re nuts.”
Quentin took the bag from him and handed over his own box. “I could make a horrible joke about nuts, but I’ll refrain,” he said with a wink.
Chet snorted but picked up the fork that Quentin’s mom had neatly packed into the box to eat his lunch with. He took a cautious bite as Quentin unwrapped the ham and cheese sandwich and began to chew on it. He glanced over at Chet, seeing that he had a rather bemused expression on his face. “Do you like it?” he asked after he’d swallowed.
“Err, yes,” Chet replied slowly. “I’ve never tasted anything quite like it before.”
Quentin felt a spurt of compassion race through him. He’d bet that poor Chet had been raised on fast food and microwavable crap all of his life. “My mom is a great cook; you’ll enjoy it,” was all he said aloud.
Chet didn’t reply, as he was busy eating steadily through all of the food in the box. Quentin’s eyes sparkled as he finished the sandwich. He liked feeding his man, even if he hadn’t prepared the food himself. Besides, watching Chet eat was fascinating. He kept having visions of other things that could go into the football player’s mouth besides rice and chicken. His mouth went rather dry at these thoughts, and his jeans became decidedly uncomfortable at the crotch. He determined to get Chet somewhere alone and private later on today, and demonstrate his fellatory skills once again. Mmm, now THAT would be a tasty meal!
Chet sat on his bed and looked down at the blue head moving in his lap. His eyes were blank as pleasure swamped him. Quentin was just so GOOD at this! None of the few blow jobs that he’d gotten from girls had been even half as amazing. Of course, he didn’t even want to think about just HOW Quentin had gotten so skilled at blowing other guys. That would only make his jealousy flare up, which wouldn’t be good. He was trying to learn to control it, as he doubted that Quentin would continue to find it particularly cute if he kept getting jealous of every little thing or any other male that came near his boyfriend. So he tried to relax and just enjoy the feel of Quentin’s mouth moving on him, which wasn’t that difficult. Oh, God, Quentin’s tongue was like a serpent, twining and twisting around his dick in a lovely dance that made him shudder and groan…
Slender fingers caressed his balls and pressed on his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside. Chet bucked upward, driving more of himself into that pink mouth. “Uhh,” he moaned in a low voice. “I’m going to…”
The blue eyes met his, and Quentin smiled around his cock. Then he hollowed his cheeks and deliberately sucked with great force, tipping Chet over the edge. He came with a cry, spurting into the enclosing mouth as Quentin swallowed luxuriously. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. Quentin licked delicately at the tip of his cock, gathering the last of his load. Then he sat back on his heels. “Yummy,” he purred. “How was it for you, big man?”
He managed to speak, although his voice was a bit hoarse. “It was…adequate,” he said.
Quentin made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. “Adequate?! You’re pushing it, Chet. I could always stop giving you head…or maybe I could go and get some more practice with somebody, then come back and demonstrate my new talent…”
“No,” he growled, his brows drawing down.
Quentin giggled, taking him by surprise. “You’re easy to poke at, you know,” he teased as he came and plopped himself down on the bed next to Chet. “I know you love my blow jobs, no matter what you say. You wouldn’t make all that noise and blow like a geyser if you didn’t like them,” his eyes were sparkling as he said this, and he patted Chet’s knee.
Chet grimaced. Quentin was always taking him by surprise. He wasn't sure that he liked that fact. It made him feel rather slow. As though he were just a big, dumb jock like everybody thought. He resolved to take Quentin by surprise for once, to turn the tables on him as he had when he’d kissed him and then dumped his ass on the floor. So he reached out and put his hand between Quentin’s legs, which were spread. He heard a gasp, and the blue eyes went wide. He closed his big hand over the erection he found straining the fabric at the front of Quentin’s jeans, rubbing at it. The shocked gasp turned into a moan. “Ooo, Chet…” Quentin whimpered, and he felt great pride at causing this reaction by a simple touch.
He turned and reached out with his other hand to start unfastening the belt at Quentin’s waist. “A-Are you sure…that you want to do this?” Quentin asked breathlessly.
“Shut up,” he rasped, getting the belt undone. Quentin fell silent, watching him as he got the belt undone and went to work on the jeans instead.
The zipper came down, exposing a pair of PINK bikini underwear! Chet’s brows shot up as Quentin shrugged sheepishly. He shook his head, but this was so typical that it didn’t shock him or anything. “Lift up,” He growled.
Quentin obeyed, his mouth opening as he panted for breath. Chet’s fingers caught in the waistband of the pink underwear and began to pull them down off of his narrow hips. He shivered as his cock sprang free of the fabric, twitching and leaking in excitement. To think that Chet was touching him! He was so worked up that he could barely breathe.
Chet considered another man’s erection for the very first time. Yes, he’d seen other guys’ dicks before in the locker room and the shower. But since his mother drank most of her paycheck it wasn’t as though they could afford a computer or the internet, so he never got to view porn. And straight porn wouldn’t be so bad, anyway, since there was a girl involved. But this…this was just two guys, he and Quentin. That cock was hard because of him. He found that this thought wasn’t as disturbing as it might have been; in fact, he found himself becoming turned on by the fact that he’d caused this reaction in Quentin. And why shouldn’t he? This was his boyfriend, after all. It was all right for them to get excited, to want each other.
Chet took a deep, steadying breath and reached out. Quentin made a small sound as fingers curled over his cock, shuddering faintly. The sight of him in Chet’s big hand was almost enough to make him come immediately. Giving those blow jobs had been so very exciting for him, and all he’d had was his own hand so far…
“Ahh,” he moaned, tilting his head back a little. Chet lifted his hand briefly and spit into it, then took a firmer hold on Quentin’s cock. He figured that the techniques he used on himself would work on another guy, so he began to stroke with a firm and steady rhythm.
Quentin was losing it. Chet touching him was just too much. He hadn’t expected this so soon; he’d thought that he’d have to get Chet used to intimacy between two guys slowly but surely. He started to moan again, but it was cut off when Chet kissed him. He shuddered again at the thought that Chet was tasting the dregs of his own semen in Quentin’s mouth. He sucked frantically at the thick tongue sliding into his mouth, gripping at Chet’s broad shoulders and holding on for dear life. He made mewling sounds into his boyfriend’s mouth as they kissed, and Chet’s big hand moved on him without pause.
OH God! He shrieked inside of his own head. Much as he would have liked to prolong this, he just couldn’t. Quentin spasmed and jerked, coming all over Chet’s hand. He went limp, falling against his boyfriend’s broad chest as his blue head came to rest on his shoulder. Chet’s free hand stroked down his back as he lifted his hand and looked at the white splashes on his skin. He wasn’t repulsed at the sight of it – because it came from Quentin. He’d done that, he’d made Quentin come. He felt another streak of pride.
On impulse, he lifted his hand to his mouth. He’d already tasted himself on Quentin’s tongue; what was worse about this? He cautiously licked at one of the white splashes, considering the taste. Not too bad. No worse than tasting a girl’s pussy, just different. “Wow, big man,” Quentin breathed, finally lifting his head from Chet’s shoulder. “You’re good with your hands. But why am I not surprised? You’re a quarterback, after all. You know how to handle a…ball.”
Chet rolled his eyes. “Can’t you ever be serious?” he asked in disgust.
Quentin considered this question as he snuggled up to Chet. “Maybe,” he conceded. “Sometimes. But is being light-hearted such a bad thing? What light-hearted person ever did anything horrible to anybody? Every dictator and potential serial killer could learn to be a little more light-hearted, and the world would be a much better place for everybody.”
Chet had to admit that he was right about that. He himself had done some bad things because of his anger. More happy people in the world would definitely make it a better place. “You asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,” he said after a moment’s silence. “But you never said what you want to be.”
Quentin sighed, laying his cheek against Chet’s shoulder. “That’s because I don’t really know what I want to be. I’m still undecided. Maybe something in fashion? I love clothes,” he added, smoothing his hand down the flowery t-shirt he was wearing. “Maybe I’ll start my own clothes boutique, one just for gay men.”
“I’m sure they’ll thank you for that,” Chet remarked dryly.
Quentin punched him lightly in the middle of the chest. “Don’t make fun of my aspirations, big man,” he said mock-severely.
“Let’s just say that you’re…colorful, and leave it at that,” Chet replied.
“I know I am. I like to think of myself as larger-than-life,” Quentin said impishly.
“Something about you has to be large.”
Quentin reared back, his eyes narrowing. “What are you saying?” he demanded suspiciously. “Are you making a crack about my size?”
Chet held up his hands a little. “You have to admit that you’re not very big,” he pointed out.
Quentin’s lips lifted in a snarl, and he balled his hand threateningly and waved it in front of Chet’s nose. “That’s a terrible thing to say about your boyfriend! For your information, mister, I happen to think that I’m just the right size! No other guy has ever complained!”
Chet looked baffled. “What?” he said in confusion.
Quentin stopped his fist in mid-shake, blinking as he studied Chet’s handsome face. The football player really did look completely baffled by his ire. He said slowly: “Are we talking about the same thing?”
“I don’t know,” Chet replied. “I was talking about the fact that you’re about a third of the size that I am, and that your head barely comes to my shoulder. What were you talking about?”
Quentin’s lips trembled, then he began to laugh heartily. “Oh…my…God…” he gasped when he could speak again, as Chet gave him a look of bafflement mixed with irritation. “I thought…you were talking about…my penis…”
“Oh,” Chet said in understanding. No guy liked to have his penis size maligned; he completely understood Quentin’s sudden ire now. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, I know. But you’d just had your hand on it; it’s not really a surprise that that’s what I thought you meant,” Quentin pointed out as he relaxed back against Chet again. “And besides, I like to think of myself as being just the right size rather than ‘little’. Not that I’m really little, anyway; YOU’RE just a behemoth, that’s all. But I like that about you,” he went on, patting Chet’s chest in a proprietary fashion. “My big, bad hunk of man. I could just eat you all up.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Chet told him, which made him giggle.
“I’ll be sure to,” he said gaily. “You can count on that.”
Go to Part 8
Quentin was nearly dancing as he walked along the hallway at school the next day. He couldn’t keep a big grin off of his face. All he could think about was the taste of Chet’s cock in his mouth, and the feel of that big body under his hands. But what had him pumped far more than just the pleasure of giving Chet Rollins a blow job was the fact that the other boy had agreed to be his boyfriend! How lucky could one person get? He felt like he owned the entire world right now.
Of course, he would have loved it if they’d done more than just hold each other yesterday. But he was shrewd enough to understand that pushing Chet to have sex with him would be a huge mistake. The man had barely come to terms with his own sexuality. He wasn’t ready for full-blown man-on-man sex yet. So while he’d teased Chet about getting into him, Quentin knew that he wouldn’t be getting any from his new boyfriend until Chet was ready. And that meant waiting until CHET initiated it, not the other way around. He might become thoroughly sexually frustrated before that happened, but he was willing to be patient. It was too easy to destroy a good thing by rushing ahead without thinking. And the needs of your partner definitely had to be considered; their feelings were very important. Quentin didn’t want to scare him off, especially considering the fact that he’d been a (or had tried to be a) heterosexual up until now. Slow and steady won the race, even if he’d much rather be a bunny than a tortoise. Or at least he’d like to hump like one, anyway…
He giggled at this thought, his eyes sparkling. He hummed under his breath, his fingers snapping along with the beat as he approached his locker. He was considering getting a picture of his gorgeous new boyfriend and hanging it up in there next to Adam Lambert . While Adam had been his first love, he’d understand. Quentin’s heart belonged to a certain magnificent football player now.
Quentin opened his locker and rummaged around in it for his lunch bag. He was going to meet Chet in a park near the school, and they were going to eat together. He couldn’t wait. But as he pulled out his bag, he heard a familiar voice speak next to him: “Hey, Quen?”
He looked around the open door to see Gary and Corey standing in the hallway together looking at him. “Hi, guys!” he chirped, smiling at his friends. “What’s up?”
Corey demanded: “What’s up with you, Quen? We haven’t seen you for days. Why don’t you come and eat lunch with us anymore?”
Quentin considered how to reply, and then he shrugged and went for it. “I’ve been eating lunch with somebody else,” he told Corey.
“Who?” Corey asked, as Gary got a thoughtful expression on his face. He at least knew the identity of the person that Quentin was probably hanging out with at lunch.
Quentin grinned, knowing he was going to shock his friend. “Chet Rollins,” he replied easily.
Shocked silence from Corey, whose eyes were practically bugging out of his head. Gary simply looked at him as their friend sputtered: “Chet Rollins?! Why the hell are you hanging out with HIM?!”
Time to shock both of them now. Quentin’s smile widened. “Because we’re dating,” he said, his voice quivering with amusement.
Even Gary’s mouth dropped open this time. Quentin blew on his fingers as though trying to dry his purple nail polish. Corey made choking sounds as Gary said weakly: “You’re…dating? Really?”
Quentin nodded his electric-blue head. “Yeah. I know I can confide in you guys because you won’t go and tell everybody in school. Chet’s not ready yet to come out to the whole student body, although he’s making progress. I want to take this slow and give him time to adjust.”
Corey was shaking his head. “This is…I can’t believe this!” he burst out.
Quentin gave him a compassionate look. “I understand your shock, Corey. But I’ve suspected all along that our resident bully was a closet case. And he finally figured that out for himself. That’s partially because of you, Gary. He decided that if someone like you could live openly as a gay teen, then he couldn’t hide anymore.”
“Oh,” Gary said in understanding. So that’s what he meant when he saved me…”
Quentin nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, we talked about it yesterday and decided to start going out. I promise that he’s changed,” he added, holding up a hand and making a cross gesture over his heart with his fingers. “He’s trying hard not to be a bully anymore. He’s really a good guy under all of the anger and pain he was carrying around.”
“Well, if you say he is then I know he is,” Gary said stoutly, making Quentin smile at him.
“Yeah,” Corey said, although he sounded more doubtful. “This is too weird, though. You going out with Chet Rollins. Man, I can’t believe it.”
“I can’t either,” Quentin replied, although his disbelief was of a different nature than Corey’s.
Corey looked at him. “Can I tell Amanda?” He asked tentatively.
Quentin nodded. “Of course you can. I know that she won’t spread stories. And you can tell Patrick, too,” he went on to Gary. “I don’t mind. I'm sure that I can trust all of you to keep my secret for now – at least until Chet’s ready to come out officially, that is. Which I know he’ll be able to.”
“So you’re going to eat lunch with him today too?” Gary asked.
Quentin nodded. “That is, unless you guys really want me to hang out with you. I’ll call him and reschedule,” Quentin told them.
Corey and Gary exchanged glances. “Erm, that’s okay,” Corey said. “We’re gonna eat with Amanda and Patrick. We just wanted to ask you if you might want to hang out with us, but if you’ve got a boyfriend to spend time with, we understand…”
“Thanks, guys,” Quentin said happily. “Tell Amanda and Patrick hello for me, and that I’ll see them later.”
“We will,” Gary replied. “And Quen…”
“Yeah?”
Gary smiled. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “That you and Chet are together, I mean. I could tell how much you like him.”
He couldn’t help himself. He hugged Gary tightly right there in the hallway. “Thanks, Gary. You guys are great. Everybody should have friends as cool as you.”
Corey and Gary both looked rather embarrassed. Quentin chuckled and waved his fingers at them as he scooped up his lunch bag. “See ya later,” he caroled, darting away.
He went around a corner, and then nearly plowed into a solid wall of flesh. He came to a halt, looking up into his new boyfriend’s frowning face. Chet didn’t look happy. Quentin cocked his head. “Something the matter, big man?” he asked softly. “I got my lunch,” he added, holding up the bag.
“Couldn’t you have done that without draping yourself all over your ‘friend’?” Chet asked acerbically.
Quentin blinked, and then realized that Chet must have seen him hugging Gary. He put up a hand to hide his mouth as he laughed. “God, Chet, you really are a jealous guy, aren’t you?” he gasped. “That’s just Gary, as you know very well. And he has a boyfriend, which I told you before.”
Chet blew out a long exhalation of breath. “I know that,” he said rather stonily. “I just…don’t like it when you hang off of other guys. Even your friends.”
Quentin considered this. “But I’m just an affectionate person,” he told Chet slowly. “I can understand that it upsets you, but you have to trust me, big man. I have to be me. That doesn’t mean that I’d ever cheat on you, believe me.”
Chet looked down at him silently. Then he nodded reluctantly. “I understand that,” he said. “I’ll try not to let it get to me. It’s just...”
“It’s just that you like me so much that you get jealous,” Quentin said, beaming. “I really love that about you, you know.”
Chet rolled his eyes a bit. “You’re so strange,” he muttered under his breath.
Quentin nodded. “I am,” he agreed. “Are you ready to go to lunch?”
Chet rolled his shoulders. “I guess,” he said, and his tone of voice made Quentin laugh as they left the school together.
The park was a beautiful place. Birds were twittering in the trees, which were in a blaze of glorious fall color. The bench they’d chosen to occupy was under one enormous maple with spreading branches and leaves that had turned orange. Quentin sighed in pleasure as he opened his lunch box to reveal chicken and rice in a tangy sauce. He glanced sideways at his new boyfriend, seeing the Chet was pulling another sandwich out of a paper bag. He felt bad about that. “Hey, Chet?" He said aloud.
“What?”
He lifted the box temptingly. “Would you like to switch lunches for the day?” he asked.
Chet stared at the box. “Why?” he asked warily.
Quentin snorted. “So I can poison you,” he drawled. “Come on, big man; you need plenty of nourishment to keep that frame going, and my mom is an excellent cook. Try it, you’ll like it.”
Chet frowned at him. “Why would you want my lunch?” he demanded. “It's just a sandwich and some chips.”
Quentin smiled at him whimsically. “But you made it with your own two hands,” he pointed out. “It's kind of romantic to eat food prepared by your main squeeze.”
Chet’s brows lifted a little. “Main squeeze?” he repeated incredulously.
Quentin’s eyes wrinkled up at the corners a little, merrily. “Sure, why not? I’d love to be your main squeeze,” he told Chet. “In fact, you can squeeze me any time that you want. Anywhere that you want,” he added lasciviously.
Chet shook his head but handed Quentin his lunch bag. “Whatever you say. I think you’re nuts.”
Quentin took the bag from him and handed over his own box. “I could make a horrible joke about nuts, but I’ll refrain,” he said with a wink.
Chet snorted but picked up the fork that Quentin’s mom had neatly packed into the box to eat his lunch with. He took a cautious bite as Quentin unwrapped the ham and cheese sandwich and began to chew on it. He glanced over at Chet, seeing that he had a rather bemused expression on his face. “Do you like it?” he asked after he’d swallowed.
“Err, yes,” Chet replied slowly. “I’ve never tasted anything quite like it before.”
Quentin felt a spurt of compassion race through him. He’d bet that poor Chet had been raised on fast food and microwavable crap all of his life. “My mom is a great cook; you’ll enjoy it,” was all he said aloud.
Chet didn’t reply, as he was busy eating steadily through all of the food in the box. Quentin’s eyes sparkled as he finished the sandwich. He liked feeding his man, even if he hadn’t prepared the food himself. Besides, watching Chet eat was fascinating. He kept having visions of other things that could go into the football player’s mouth besides rice and chicken. His mouth went rather dry at these thoughts, and his jeans became decidedly uncomfortable at the crotch. He determined to get Chet somewhere alone and private later on today, and demonstrate his fellatory skills once again. Mmm, now THAT would be a tasty meal!
Chet sat on his bed and looked down at the blue head moving in his lap. His eyes were blank as pleasure swamped him. Quentin was just so GOOD at this! None of the few blow jobs that he’d gotten from girls had been even half as amazing. Of course, he didn’t even want to think about just HOW Quentin had gotten so skilled at blowing other guys. That would only make his jealousy flare up, which wouldn’t be good. He was trying to learn to control it, as he doubted that Quentin would continue to find it particularly cute if he kept getting jealous of every little thing or any other male that came near his boyfriend. So he tried to relax and just enjoy the feel of Quentin’s mouth moving on him, which wasn’t that difficult. Oh, God, Quentin’s tongue was like a serpent, twining and twisting around his dick in a lovely dance that made him shudder and groan…
Slender fingers caressed his balls and pressed on his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside. Chet bucked upward, driving more of himself into that pink mouth. “Uhh,” he moaned in a low voice. “I’m going to…”
The blue eyes met his, and Quentin smiled around his cock. Then he hollowed his cheeks and deliberately sucked with great force, tipping Chet over the edge. He came with a cry, spurting into the enclosing mouth as Quentin swallowed luxuriously. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. Quentin licked delicately at the tip of his cock, gathering the last of his load. Then he sat back on his heels. “Yummy,” he purred. “How was it for you, big man?”
He managed to speak, although his voice was a bit hoarse. “It was…adequate,” he said.
Quentin made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. “Adequate?! You’re pushing it, Chet. I could always stop giving you head…or maybe I could go and get some more practice with somebody, then come back and demonstrate my new talent…”
“No,” he growled, his brows drawing down.
Quentin giggled, taking him by surprise. “You’re easy to poke at, you know,” he teased as he came and plopped himself down on the bed next to Chet. “I know you love my blow jobs, no matter what you say. You wouldn’t make all that noise and blow like a geyser if you didn’t like them,” his eyes were sparkling as he said this, and he patted Chet’s knee.
Chet grimaced. Quentin was always taking him by surprise. He wasn't sure that he liked that fact. It made him feel rather slow. As though he were just a big, dumb jock like everybody thought. He resolved to take Quentin by surprise for once, to turn the tables on him as he had when he’d kissed him and then dumped his ass on the floor. So he reached out and put his hand between Quentin’s legs, which were spread. He heard a gasp, and the blue eyes went wide. He closed his big hand over the erection he found straining the fabric at the front of Quentin’s jeans, rubbing at it. The shocked gasp turned into a moan. “Ooo, Chet…” Quentin whimpered, and he felt great pride at causing this reaction by a simple touch.
He turned and reached out with his other hand to start unfastening the belt at Quentin’s waist. “A-Are you sure…that you want to do this?” Quentin asked breathlessly.
“Shut up,” he rasped, getting the belt undone. Quentin fell silent, watching him as he got the belt undone and went to work on the jeans instead.
The zipper came down, exposing a pair of PINK bikini underwear! Chet’s brows shot up as Quentin shrugged sheepishly. He shook his head, but this was so typical that it didn’t shock him or anything. “Lift up,” He growled.
Quentin obeyed, his mouth opening as he panted for breath. Chet’s fingers caught in the waistband of the pink underwear and began to pull them down off of his narrow hips. He shivered as his cock sprang free of the fabric, twitching and leaking in excitement. To think that Chet was touching him! He was so worked up that he could barely breathe.
Chet considered another man’s erection for the very first time. Yes, he’d seen other guys’ dicks before in the locker room and the shower. But since his mother drank most of her paycheck it wasn’t as though they could afford a computer or the internet, so he never got to view porn. And straight porn wouldn’t be so bad, anyway, since there was a girl involved. But this…this was just two guys, he and Quentin. That cock was hard because of him. He found that this thought wasn’t as disturbing as it might have been; in fact, he found himself becoming turned on by the fact that he’d caused this reaction in Quentin. And why shouldn’t he? This was his boyfriend, after all. It was all right for them to get excited, to want each other.
Chet took a deep, steadying breath and reached out. Quentin made a small sound as fingers curled over his cock, shuddering faintly. The sight of him in Chet’s big hand was almost enough to make him come immediately. Giving those blow jobs had been so very exciting for him, and all he’d had was his own hand so far…
“Ahh,” he moaned, tilting his head back a little. Chet lifted his hand briefly and spit into it, then took a firmer hold on Quentin’s cock. He figured that the techniques he used on himself would work on another guy, so he began to stroke with a firm and steady rhythm.
Quentin was losing it. Chet touching him was just too much. He hadn’t expected this so soon; he’d thought that he’d have to get Chet used to intimacy between two guys slowly but surely. He started to moan again, but it was cut off when Chet kissed him. He shuddered again at the thought that Chet was tasting the dregs of his own semen in Quentin’s mouth. He sucked frantically at the thick tongue sliding into his mouth, gripping at Chet’s broad shoulders and holding on for dear life. He made mewling sounds into his boyfriend’s mouth as they kissed, and Chet’s big hand moved on him without pause.
OH God! He shrieked inside of his own head. Much as he would have liked to prolong this, he just couldn’t. Quentin spasmed and jerked, coming all over Chet’s hand. He went limp, falling against his boyfriend’s broad chest as his blue head came to rest on his shoulder. Chet’s free hand stroked down his back as he lifted his hand and looked at the white splashes on his skin. He wasn’t repulsed at the sight of it – because it came from Quentin. He’d done that, he’d made Quentin come. He felt another streak of pride.
On impulse, he lifted his hand to his mouth. He’d already tasted himself on Quentin’s tongue; what was worse about this? He cautiously licked at one of the white splashes, considering the taste. Not too bad. No worse than tasting a girl’s pussy, just different. “Wow, big man,” Quentin breathed, finally lifting his head from Chet’s shoulder. “You’re good with your hands. But why am I not surprised? You’re a quarterback, after all. You know how to handle a…ball.”
Chet rolled his eyes. “Can’t you ever be serious?” he asked in disgust.
Quentin considered this question as he snuggled up to Chet. “Maybe,” he conceded. “Sometimes. But is being light-hearted such a bad thing? What light-hearted person ever did anything horrible to anybody? Every dictator and potential serial killer could learn to be a little more light-hearted, and the world would be a much better place for everybody.”
Chet had to admit that he was right about that. He himself had done some bad things because of his anger. More happy people in the world would definitely make it a better place. “You asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,” he said after a moment’s silence. “But you never said what you want to be.”
Quentin sighed, laying his cheek against Chet’s shoulder. “That’s because I don’t really know what I want to be. I’m still undecided. Maybe something in fashion? I love clothes,” he added, smoothing his hand down the flowery t-shirt he was wearing. “Maybe I’ll start my own clothes boutique, one just for gay men.”
“I’m sure they’ll thank you for that,” Chet remarked dryly.
Quentin punched him lightly in the middle of the chest. “Don’t make fun of my aspirations, big man,” he said mock-severely.
“Let’s just say that you’re…colorful, and leave it at that,” Chet replied.
“I know I am. I like to think of myself as larger-than-life,” Quentin said impishly.
“Something about you has to be large.”
Quentin reared back, his eyes narrowing. “What are you saying?” he demanded suspiciously. “Are you making a crack about my size?”
Chet held up his hands a little. “You have to admit that you’re not very big,” he pointed out.
Quentin’s lips lifted in a snarl, and he balled his hand threateningly and waved it in front of Chet’s nose. “That’s a terrible thing to say about your boyfriend! For your information, mister, I happen to think that I’m just the right size! No other guy has ever complained!”
Chet looked baffled. “What?” he said in confusion.
Quentin stopped his fist in mid-shake, blinking as he studied Chet’s handsome face. The football player really did look completely baffled by his ire. He said slowly: “Are we talking about the same thing?”
“I don’t know,” Chet replied. “I was talking about the fact that you’re about a third of the size that I am, and that your head barely comes to my shoulder. What were you talking about?”
Quentin’s lips trembled, then he began to laugh heartily. “Oh…my…God…” he gasped when he could speak again, as Chet gave him a look of bafflement mixed with irritation. “I thought…you were talking about…my penis…”
“Oh,” Chet said in understanding. No guy liked to have his penis size maligned; he completely understood Quentin’s sudden ire now. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, I know. But you’d just had your hand on it; it’s not really a surprise that that’s what I thought you meant,” Quentin pointed out as he relaxed back against Chet again. “And besides, I like to think of myself as being just the right size rather than ‘little’. Not that I’m really little, anyway; YOU’RE just a behemoth, that’s all. But I like that about you,” he went on, patting Chet’s chest in a proprietary fashion. “My big, bad hunk of man. I could just eat you all up.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Chet told him, which made him giggle.
“I’ll be sure to,” he said gaily. “You can count on that.”
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