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horseboykarlThe bookstore is cozy, a warm and comfortable place to be in the chilly fall afternoon. I’ve taken my usual spot against the side wall with my coffee and a novel, in a deep comfortable chair. This has started to become a habit of mine, putter around the house in the mornings, then spend the rest of the day here, relaxing with a book, Eric stopping by my post every so often for a quick caress or a kiss, which leaves me nearly purring. I’m getting a lot of reading done, so I could tell myself that I do it because I’m improving my mind, but I’d be lying. I come here for the warmth that the gentle owner of the place gives off.
Today he goes so far to alight on my lap for a moment and my hands settle into place around his waist, our bodies conforming to each other easily. He glances at my helmet, sitting on the floor beside my chair.
“It’s getting pretty cold, when are you going to stop riding the bike?”
I look at him, puzzled. “You know I sold the truck to Gareth a few days ago, got no choice now.”
He shakes his head. “Let’s go shopping then. I can leave this place alone for an afternoon. Come on, before it gets too dark.”
Eric makes the arrangements with his staff and we pile into his ancient Mercedes. We’ve had that argument already, he claims there’s a difference between a vintage car and one that’s just plain old. Don’t know why this one’s so much more valuable than my truck was, but then again, value’s relative.
My agent said I need something upscale, so Eric takes us to a luxury car dealer. I’ve got no idea what I want, it’s been nearly twenty years since I bought a car, and in the meantime, car designs have changed a bit. After a consultation between Eric and the salesman, we end up sitting in a luxury SUV. I’ve ridden in plenty of limos before, but I never imagined that I would actually own something similar as my primary ride. The thing seats nine people, has a DVD player built in, a TV antenna, and a computer screen for GPS information. It’s trimmed in leather and wood, ‘genuine walnut’ according to the salesman. I wonder when it was that people starting installing their living rooms in their cars.
I’m trying to decipher the various buttons in the dash and the salesman has left us alone for a moment to get some specs on the vehicle.
“What do you think? Do you like it?”
“It smells bloody good,” I say cautiously.
Eric looks amused at that. “Tell me, Karl, how many times have you been lost in your entire life?”
I bristle at that. “Hardly ever, I’ve got a good sense of direction.”
He smirks. “And were you suddenly planning to start transporting a soccer team around?”
Now I’m confused as to what he’s getting at. “Of course not.”
“And Ire, there’s no bed to this thing . . . where’s he going to go? On these nice leather seats.”
I have a mental image of the damage that one overly-friendly Labrador Retriever could do to these seats without meaning to.
“And as for you,” he pauses and looks me up and down. “I’ve never met a grown man who attracts as much dirt as you do. You’re worse than my nephew and he’s ten. Do you really want a vehicle that you’re inhibited about riding in? Or that you have to be particular about.”
“But . . . “
He overrides my protest. “This one doesn’t suit you at all, let’s go someplace else.”
He hustles us out of there before the salesman can get back and start demanding personal information. He refuses to answer my questions about what he has in mind and I’m surprised when we pull up at the Ford dealership.
“I just got rid of one of these.”
“They’ve changed too. Come on.” He hauls on my arm until we find the new trucks. I have to admit, they do look nice.
I look over the various body styles, finally deciding that maybe it would be fun to be able to transport more than one friend at a time and we get in a white one that has a shorter bed, but four doors and a full backseat. This salesman tells us to take our time, he’ll be around if we have any questions, and then he leaves us alone. Refreshing. He’s left us the keys too, and I start it up, looking over the various options. Finally, I turn it off and haul Eric into the back seat.
“Never had a back seat before,” I smirk. I feel light suddenly, as if some sort of burden was lifted from me. I realize it’s because he understands me, that he’s taken the time to pay attention to what I like and don’t like. Never had that before. The closest I’ve ever come among all the friends that I’ve fucked was Dom. He got me pretty well, but he’s a lightweight compared to Eric.
“Let’s see how much squirming around we can do back here,” he’s saying as he straddles my lap.
I look into his laughing eyes and catch my breath, suddenly terrified. He catches my mood and stills, his hand cupping my jaw, his eyes questioning. I wind my fingers through his hair, deciding to take the risk.
“I . . . I think I’m falling for you . . . Falling in love with you,” I clarify and I tense up, waiting for . . . I don’t know, doom maybe.
“Good.” His eyes are twinkling again, a warm green glow. “Because I fell in love with you a long time ago.”
I feel that lightness again as he lowers his mouth to mine, and I try to stay calm under him, letting him do what he wants, letting him control the kiss. He intensifies it, plundering my mouth and I fight him for an instant, but then I yield, a surrender that I’ve never ever given to anyone. Théodred, of all people, is the only one who’s ever gotten close, but what he tried to take from me is nothing compared to what I’m now willingly giving Eric. I’m falling apart, right there in the back of that truck, and I’m letting it happen, trusting that Eric will pick up the pieces.
We pull apart finally, his eyes are wide and shocked. “Jesus Christ, Karl, that’s . . . that was . . . Damn.”
I feel my control snapping back around me, but that’s okay. Maybe I can’t let go completely yet, but at least now I know that it’s possible. Someday. I’m in no rush, I’ll let this happen on it’s own speed. He smiles, his eyes tender and I know he understands and that he won’t push me.
He draws a deep breath, steadying himself. “So . . . is this the one? The truck, I mean,” he says as I snort.
“Hm, I still want a manual, a five speed. And maybe for a change of pace, I’ll go with black.”
We locate the salesman and after a test drive to be sure, I sign the papers. I follow Eric back to his place in my new black truck. And that night, our loving was different, deeper because of the new understanding between us. As I lay there listening to his even breathing, I cautiously admit to myself that the falling part is over and done. I love him and suddenly I’m not scared anymore.
Today he goes so far to alight on my lap for a moment and my hands settle into place around his waist, our bodies conforming to each other easily. He glances at my helmet, sitting on the floor beside my chair.
“It’s getting pretty cold, when are you going to stop riding the bike?”
I look at him, puzzled. “You know I sold the truck to Gareth a few days ago, got no choice now.”
He shakes his head. “Let’s go shopping then. I can leave this place alone for an afternoon. Come on, before it gets too dark.”
Eric makes the arrangements with his staff and we pile into his ancient Mercedes. We’ve had that argument already, he claims there’s a difference between a vintage car and one that’s just plain old. Don’t know why this one’s so much more valuable than my truck was, but then again, value’s relative.
My agent said I need something upscale, so Eric takes us to a luxury car dealer. I’ve got no idea what I want, it’s been nearly twenty years since I bought a car, and in the meantime, car designs have changed a bit. After a consultation between Eric and the salesman, we end up sitting in a luxury SUV. I’ve ridden in plenty of limos before, but I never imagined that I would actually own something similar as my primary ride. The thing seats nine people, has a DVD player built in, a TV antenna, and a computer screen for GPS information. It’s trimmed in leather and wood, ‘genuine walnut’ according to the salesman. I wonder when it was that people starting installing their living rooms in their cars.
I’m trying to decipher the various buttons in the dash and the salesman has left us alone for a moment to get some specs on the vehicle.
“What do you think? Do you like it?”
“It smells bloody good,” I say cautiously.
Eric looks amused at that. “Tell me, Karl, how many times have you been lost in your entire life?”
I bristle at that. “Hardly ever, I’ve got a good sense of direction.”
He smirks. “And were you suddenly planning to start transporting a soccer team around?”
Now I’m confused as to what he’s getting at. “Of course not.”
“And Ire, there’s no bed to this thing . . . where’s he going to go? On these nice leather seats.”
I have a mental image of the damage that one overly-friendly Labrador Retriever could do to these seats without meaning to.
“And as for you,” he pauses and looks me up and down. “I’ve never met a grown man who attracts as much dirt as you do. You’re worse than my nephew and he’s ten. Do you really want a vehicle that you’re inhibited about riding in? Or that you have to be particular about.”
“But . . . “
He overrides my protest. “This one doesn’t suit you at all, let’s go someplace else.”
He hustles us out of there before the salesman can get back and start demanding personal information. He refuses to answer my questions about what he has in mind and I’m surprised when we pull up at the Ford dealership.
“I just got rid of one of these.”
“They’ve changed too. Come on.” He hauls on my arm until we find the new trucks. I have to admit, they do look nice.
I look over the various body styles, finally deciding that maybe it would be fun to be able to transport more than one friend at a time and we get in a white one that has a shorter bed, but four doors and a full backseat. This salesman tells us to take our time, he’ll be around if we have any questions, and then he leaves us alone. Refreshing. He’s left us the keys too, and I start it up, looking over the various options. Finally, I turn it off and haul Eric into the back seat.
“Never had a back seat before,” I smirk. I feel light suddenly, as if some sort of burden was lifted from me. I realize it’s because he understands me, that he’s taken the time to pay attention to what I like and don’t like. Never had that before. The closest I’ve ever come among all the friends that I’ve fucked was Dom. He got me pretty well, but he’s a lightweight compared to Eric.
“Let’s see how much squirming around we can do back here,” he’s saying as he straddles my lap.
I look into his laughing eyes and catch my breath, suddenly terrified. He catches my mood and stills, his hand cupping my jaw, his eyes questioning. I wind my fingers through his hair, deciding to take the risk.
“I . . . I think I’m falling for you . . . Falling in love with you,” I clarify and I tense up, waiting for . . . I don’t know, doom maybe.
“Good.” His eyes are twinkling again, a warm green glow. “Because I fell in love with you a long time ago.”
I feel that lightness again as he lowers his mouth to mine, and I try to stay calm under him, letting him do what he wants, letting him control the kiss. He intensifies it, plundering my mouth and I fight him for an instant, but then I yield, a surrender that I’ve never ever given to anyone. Théodred, of all people, is the only one who’s ever gotten close, but what he tried to take from me is nothing compared to what I’m now willingly giving Eric. I’m falling apart, right there in the back of that truck, and I’m letting it happen, trusting that Eric will pick up the pieces.
We pull apart finally, his eyes are wide and shocked. “Jesus Christ, Karl, that’s . . . that was . . . Damn.”
I feel my control snapping back around me, but that’s okay. Maybe I can’t let go completely yet, but at least now I know that it’s possible. Someday. I’m in no rush, I’ll let this happen on it’s own speed. He smiles, his eyes tender and I know he understands and that he won’t push me.
He draws a deep breath, steadying himself. “So . . . is this the one? The truck, I mean,” he says as I snort.
“Hm, I still want a manual, a five speed. And maybe for a change of pace, I’ll go with black.”
We locate the salesman and after a test drive to be sure, I sign the papers. I follow Eric back to his place in my new black truck. And that night, our loving was different, deeper because of the new understanding between us. As I lay there listening to his even breathing, I cautiously admit to myself that the falling part is over and done. I love him and suddenly I’m not scared anymore.
