please.”
“I’m listening.”
“Twenty-four hours ago, I was straight. Now you’re expecting me to go out there and tell the whole world I’m not. I can’t do that.”
“Clark, twenty-four hours ago, you were gay. You’ve been gay all along, you’ve just never acknowledged it.”
I looked at him, and I could see that he was trying very hard to be patient with me, but considering how out and proud he was, I was sure that he had nothing but contempt for my cowardice. Well, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it—certainly not now, when I was on the brink of realizing my dreams.
I stood up to go to the bathroom, kissing him quickly before I moved away from him. He was sitting up, his back against the headboard. He had one leg bent with an arm resting on it and the other was flat on the bed, the sheet barely covering his groin. The sun was peeking through the blinds, and it cast shadows on him, striped ones, making him look like a poster I’d seen in some magazine.
“You’ve changed my life; you know that, don’t you?” I was standing in the middle of the room stark naked, and I saw his eyes move up and down my body hungrily.
“Do you think that mine will ever be the same?” he asked, the need in his eyes pulling at me like a magnet.
I crossed the room in a few steps and took him in my arms, kissing him softly, listening to him sigh with pleasure. “Don’t hate me,” I begged, outlining his mouth with my tongue. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve just found you.”
“I could never hate you, Clark,” Jody said gently, cupping my face with his hand. “That will never be the issue.”
“Give me some time to wrap my head around this.”
“I have no choice. You’ve gotten under my skin really bad.”
Tears threatened to appear, and I bit the inside of my cheek to take my mind off what he’d just said. I didn’t want him to see how emotional I was getting, how important it was to hear those words, because I wasn’t sure where this was all heading. I’d never felt the need to be with anyone this badly. All my past experiences with women had been one-night stands except for Nikki, and even though that had become a steady thing, it was unsatisfying and never left me with a burning desire for more.
Walking away from Jody was not an option. I was crazy about him, and I knew that eventually I would have to take some kind of stand, make some tough decisions; I just couldn’t face any of that right now. All I wanted to do was be with him, be loved by him, and love him back.
Chapter 11
T HREE days passed. The most exciting three days of my life.
Our daily routine never changed, his at the hospital, mine at school. It was nighttime that had taken on a whole new meaning for us. This was our time, and the past three nights had been a series of long and drawn-out sessions of lovemaking that left us both drained but sated. I’d been having sex since I was thirteen, yet I felt like a virgin with him, learning all the ways that men love each other. It was an erotic journey that only left me craving more, and whenever I’d think about him during the day, I’d get aroused again, wishing the time would fly by so that I could be in my car on my way to him.
Somehow, we’d still managed to squeak in some tutoring. He insisted that we keep that up, determined that I pass my class. It was easier to focus, now that all the sexual tension had dissipated somewhat. We were still acting like horny dogs, sniffing around each other as soon as we got together. It wasn’t unusual for us to go at it at least two times before settling down with the book between us. Then it was this constant reaching over to kiss or touch. It’s a wonder we read anything at all, but we were getting through the book, little by little.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” I asked, interrupting our session once more.
“Nothing…. I thought I was going to have to work that weekend, so I didn’t make any plans.
“I’m listening.”
“Twenty-four hours ago, I was straight. Now you’re expecting me to go out there and tell the whole world I’m not. I can’t do that.”
“Clark, twenty-four hours ago, you were gay. You’ve been gay all along, you’ve just never acknowledged it.”
I looked at him, and I could see that he was trying very hard to be patient with me, but considering how out and proud he was, I was sure that he had nothing but contempt for my cowardice. Well, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it—certainly not now, when I was on the brink of realizing my dreams.
I stood up to go to the bathroom, kissing him quickly before I moved away from him. He was sitting up, his back against the headboard. He had one leg bent with an arm resting on it and the other was flat on the bed, the sheet barely covering his groin. The sun was peeking through the blinds, and it cast shadows on him, striped ones, making him look like a poster I’d seen in some magazine.
“You’ve changed my life; you know that, don’t you?” I was standing in the middle of the room stark naked, and I saw his eyes move up and down my body hungrily.
“Do you think that mine will ever be the same?” he asked, the need in his eyes pulling at me like a magnet.
I crossed the room in a few steps and took him in my arms, kissing him softly, listening to him sigh with pleasure. “Don’t hate me,” I begged, outlining his mouth with my tongue. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve just found you.”
“I could never hate you, Clark,” Jody said gently, cupping my face with his hand. “That will never be the issue.”
“Give me some time to wrap my head around this.”
“I have no choice. You’ve gotten under my skin really bad.”
Tears threatened to appear, and I bit the inside of my cheek to take my mind off what he’d just said. I didn’t want him to see how emotional I was getting, how important it was to hear those words, because I wasn’t sure where this was all heading. I’d never felt the need to be with anyone this badly. All my past experiences with women had been one-night stands except for Nikki, and even though that had become a steady thing, it was unsatisfying and never left me with a burning desire for more.
Walking away from Jody was not an option. I was crazy about him, and I knew that eventually I would have to take some kind of stand, make some tough decisions; I just couldn’t face any of that right now. All I wanted to do was be with him, be loved by him, and love him back.
Chapter 11
T HREE days passed. The most exciting three days of my life.
Our daily routine never changed, his at the hospital, mine at school. It was nighttime that had taken on a whole new meaning for us. This was our time, and the past three nights had been a series of long and drawn-out sessions of lovemaking that left us both drained but sated. I’d been having sex since I was thirteen, yet I felt like a virgin with him, learning all the ways that men love each other. It was an erotic journey that only left me craving more, and whenever I’d think about him during the day, I’d get aroused again, wishing the time would fly by so that I could be in my car on my way to him.
Somehow, we’d still managed to squeak in some tutoring. He insisted that we keep that up, determined that I pass my class. It was easier to focus, now that all the sexual tension had dissipated somewhat. We were still acting like horny dogs, sniffing around each other as soon as we got together. It wasn’t unusual for us to go at it at least two times before settling down with the book between us. Then it was this constant reaching over to kiss or touch. It’s a wonder we read anything at all, but we were getting through the book, little by little.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” I asked, interrupting our session once more.
“Nothing…. I thought I was going to have to work that weekend, so I didn’t make any plans.
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