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And more of part 18 Summer Story :part c
I broke it into four parts because-- just because. After I finish this bit, I'm going out into the streets to trip old ladies and kick puppies. *schrunches face together in mean scowl and grrrrs*
Summer Story
They left the diner as the sky was turning gray and were driving on towards Smallville, when Whit tapped Charlie on the arm. “Turn here, there’s a lake out here I want to go to.” Charlie raised an eyebrow but did what Whit asked.
They parked and stepped out and walked down to the shore of the lake. They stood for a while, watching the reflection of the moon shiver on the lake surface. Whit stood a little apart from Charlie, arms crossed and Charlie waited, hands in his pockets his expression content, relaxed. After a small amount of time, Whit cleared his throat and turned to the other man.
“Can I tell you more stuff?” Whit asked. Charlie nodded and took one hand out of his pocket.
.“Can I hold your hand,” he asked and Whit smiled and nodded. “Sure.”
Whit talked and talked as they walked around the shore of the lake and Charlie nodded and stroked his thumb over the back of Whit’s hand, after a while, when Whit stopped talking and just looked into his face, he stroked his arm, and then his shoulder and finally his neck, leaned in, hesitantly. When Whit tipped his face up he kissed him.
Whit thought it was a lot like kissing Lex—sweet, and slow and thorough--- a kiss that explored, touched everything, a kiss that conquered gently, and filled the senses until all there was--was this single kiss.
Whit gasped when Charlie stopped kissing him, and stood frozen, afraid to move.
“Whitney? Was—are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said and felt light and happy. “I’m very okay. You kiss good,” he added and grinned.
Charlie grinned back. “Thank you—I can sing too. And I can do this,” and he did a little dance until Whit stopped him, laughing, “Okay, dancing--not one of your accomplishments.” He looked harder at Charlie. “I can show you some things I know how to do.” And he touched Charlie’s face, his chest, his waist….
Charlie breathed, “Oh! Really? -- But just what you want to do, only if you want to do it. You don’t have to, not at all,” He said it in a firm, decisive way and didn’t move closer and Whit relaxed further.
“We could just, you know—kiss? For right now? That’d be nice.”
Charlie smiled and stepped closer, nodding. “Very nice, he grinned. “I believe I’ve demonstrated my ability in that area—I believe I gave satisfaction?” His eyes glittering, he bowed in an exaggerated way, sweeping an imaginary hat from his head. Whit laughed, and bowed back, still laughing when Charlie gently guided him to the grass.
Under the nearly black sky, Whit laid back and let Charlie touch him, and he touched him so softly, like he was breakable. He hummed a song low and quietly and it made Whit curious—it wasn’t a song he recognized.
“Mmm, what’s that you’re singing?” Charlie was singing against his neck now and it buzzed pleasantly. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion and it soothed him and turned him on at the same time.
“Oh--” and he whispered against his throat, half spoke, half sang-- “Someday, when I’m awfully low…when the world is cold…I will feel a glow…” he laughed softly along with Whit and continued, “just thinking… of you…and the way you look tonight… it’s a song Fred Astaire sang in Swing Time— a movie…don’t worry. I know you’ve never heard of either—I have a thing for old songs, old movies…and pretty boys.” Whit laughed again and Charlie snickered. “Okay, I’m corny and my lines suck. But I mean it…you are, you know. Pretty,” and his voice was so sincere that Whit just swallowed, and closed his eyes.
He slid his hands lightly around Whit’s shoulders and kissed along his neck and down his shoulders up again to his jaw, nipping around his chin and nibbling at his lips and all the time, soothing smoothing movements of his hands, a light touch that was driving him insane-- he wanted to yell touch me damn it really touch me.
It was full dark finally, only stars and the moon lit the sky, and Whit felt like he was in the sky—his head swam from the feeling of being on edge for what seemed like hours.
Charlie gasped “Whitney—I’m not sure how you feel about this, but I’d really like to be closer to you right now. Like closer than this, much closer.”
Whit’s head cleared and he heard the words and he wanted it too. However Charlie wanted it, he did too.
“Here?” He gasped, and Charlie grinned a little, “Well, no actually, I don’t have anything with me--”
Whit laughed a little. “Me either—new life as a virgin—that’s not working out too well.”
Charlie hesitated but grinned back when he saw Whit was laughing, “You look so good when you just—laugh to be laugh, y’know?”
Whit pulled Charlie’s face close. “I know a motel and a pharmacy not far from here—if we still have money left from burgers?”
“Oh hell yeah, I brought money for museums and fancy dinner and cheesy souvenirs,” at Whit’s puzzled look he continued, “You know, our aborted field trip to the city?”
Oh. Oh! Whit beamed Oh—it *was* a real date -- and I blew it…but the tight knot loosening in his chest made it hard to feel bad, he couldn’t stop grinning.
Charlie murmured against his neck, nuzzling him between words, “We have enough for what we need, a room, lube and rubbers and chips…I get hungry after. And orange juice—maybe some cookies, cookies are always good…”
Whit stared at him, and burst out laughing. This was going to be different, no doubt.
coming soon--Whit and Marine with extra added sex!
Summer Story
They left the diner as the sky was turning gray and were driving on towards Smallville, when Whit tapped Charlie on the arm. “Turn here, there’s a lake out here I want to go to.” Charlie raised an eyebrow but did what Whit asked.
They parked and stepped out and walked down to the shore of the lake. They stood for a while, watching the reflection of the moon shiver on the lake surface. Whit stood a little apart from Charlie, arms crossed and Charlie waited, hands in his pockets his expression content, relaxed. After a small amount of time, Whit cleared his throat and turned to the other man.
“Can I tell you more stuff?” Whit asked. Charlie nodded and took one hand out of his pocket.
.“Can I hold your hand,” he asked and Whit smiled and nodded. “Sure.”
Whit talked and talked as they walked around the shore of the lake and Charlie nodded and stroked his thumb over the back of Whit’s hand, after a while, when Whit stopped talking and just looked into his face, he stroked his arm, and then his shoulder and finally his neck, leaned in, hesitantly. When Whit tipped his face up he kissed him.
Whit thought it was a lot like kissing Lex—sweet, and slow and thorough--- a kiss that explored, touched everything, a kiss that conquered gently, and filled the senses until all there was--was this single kiss.
Whit gasped when Charlie stopped kissing him, and stood frozen, afraid to move.
“Whitney? Was—are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said and felt light and happy. “I’m very okay. You kiss good,” he added and grinned.
Charlie grinned back. “Thank you—I can sing too. And I can do this,” and he did a little dance until Whit stopped him, laughing, “Okay, dancing--not one of your accomplishments.” He looked harder at Charlie. “I can show you some things I know how to do.” And he touched Charlie’s face, his chest, his waist….
Charlie breathed, “Oh! Really? -- But just what you want to do, only if you want to do it. You don’t have to, not at all,” He said it in a firm, decisive way and didn’t move closer and Whit relaxed further.
“We could just, you know—kiss? For right now? That’d be nice.”
Charlie smiled and stepped closer, nodding. “Very nice, he grinned. “I believe I’ve demonstrated my ability in that area—I believe I gave satisfaction?” His eyes glittering, he bowed in an exaggerated way, sweeping an imaginary hat from his head. Whit laughed, and bowed back, still laughing when Charlie gently guided him to the grass.
Under the nearly black sky, Whit laid back and let Charlie touch him, and he touched him so softly, like he was breakable. He hummed a song low and quietly and it made Whit curious—it wasn’t a song he recognized.
“Mmm, what’s that you’re singing?” Charlie was singing against his neck now and it buzzed pleasantly. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion and it soothed him and turned him on at the same time.
“Oh--” and he whispered against his throat, half spoke, half sang-- “Someday, when I’m awfully low…when the world is cold…I will feel a glow…” he laughed softly along with Whit and continued, “just thinking… of you…and the way you look tonight… it’s a song Fred Astaire sang in Swing Time— a movie…don’t worry. I know you’ve never heard of either—I have a thing for old songs, old movies…and pretty boys.” Whit laughed again and Charlie snickered. “Okay, I’m corny and my lines suck. But I mean it…you are, you know. Pretty,” and his voice was so sincere that Whit just swallowed, and closed his eyes.
He slid his hands lightly around Whit’s shoulders and kissed along his neck and down his shoulders up again to his jaw, nipping around his chin and nibbling at his lips and all the time, soothing smoothing movements of his hands, a light touch that was driving him insane-- he wanted to yell touch me damn it really touch me.
It was full dark finally, only stars and the moon lit the sky, and Whit felt like he was in the sky—his head swam from the feeling of being on edge for what seemed like hours.
Charlie gasped “Whitney—I’m not sure how you feel about this, but I’d really like to be closer to you right now. Like closer than this, much closer.”
Whit’s head cleared and he heard the words and he wanted it too. However Charlie wanted it, he did too.
“Here?” He gasped, and Charlie grinned a little, “Well, no actually, I don’t have anything with me--”
Whit laughed a little. “Me either—new life as a virgin—that’s not working out too well.”
Charlie hesitated but grinned back when he saw Whit was laughing, “You look so good when you just—laugh to be laugh, y’know?”
Whit pulled Charlie’s face close. “I know a motel and a pharmacy not far from here—if we still have money left from burgers?”
“Oh hell yeah, I brought money for museums and fancy dinner and cheesy souvenirs,” at Whit’s puzzled look he continued, “You know, our aborted field trip to the city?”
Oh. Oh! Whit beamed Oh—it *was* a real date -- and I blew it…but the tight knot loosening in his chest made it hard to feel bad, he couldn’t stop grinning.
Charlie murmured against his neck, nuzzling him between words, “We have enough for what we need, a room, lube and rubbers and chips…I get hungry after. And orange juice—maybe some cookies, cookies are always good…”
Whit stared at him, and burst out laughing. This was going to be different, no doubt.
coming soon--Whit and Marine with extra added sex!
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