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Chapter 4: Cream of Asparagus

We lazed around for the rest of the day. Tyler cooked some more, and I started to feel like he was putting in a lot of effort. We cuddled on the couch that night like we were basically gay boyfriends. We watched the last Scream movie since the new one was coming out soon. He must’ve been in a jumpy mood, because he kept flinching every time something scary happened, even if it was so obvious that it was coming. I chuckled at him and just held him tight.

—[]—

The next morning, I woke up first.

For a second I didn’t know where I was. Then I felt the heat beside me and remembered everything.

He was on his stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, completely knocked out. The sheet had twisted low around his waist. His back was smooth in the early light. One leg bent slightly, relaxed. He looked even younger when he slept. Soft. He gave little brother vibes, and I had never had one.

I felt like doing something to make sure he was happy, like it was my responsibility somehow.

I slipped out of bed quietly and stuck a note to the bathroom mirror.

“Be right back”

Under the message, I drew a quick little dick and balls. Juvenile. On brand for me.

I pulled on some shorts, and walked to the flower shop on the corner before I could second guess myself about it. I bought a small bouquet. Pink, red, yellow, blue (maybe "violet"?). It felt dramatic for a guy like me, but I didn’t care. I figured he would like it.

When I came back, he was awake, standing naked in the kitchen. My eyes went straight to his round little butt, and his half hard dick swinging over his balls as he turned toward me. He was holding the note in his hand.

"You left," he said, half smiling, his face sleepy.

"I came back," I replied, handing him the bouquet.

He stared at it, chuckling through his nose.

"What’s this for?"

"To say thanks for making me so much food." I shrugged. "Cream of asparagus, five star chef."

His face softened in a way, kind of sad and happy at the same time. It was a sort of familiar face, but I couldn’t place what he was feeling.

“It wasn’t cream of asparagus,” he said softly.

“I know,” I said, “We added the cream afterward.”

He set the note down on the counter, bringing my attention back to it.

"My parents leave notes," he said quietly. "They don’t usually come back with flowers."

I nodded.

"They kinda suck," I said.

"Yeah. You don’t though."

I smirked. “Apparently I do… sometimes.”

“That was awesome,” he replied, physically shifting his body around, some blood flow appearing downstairs.

I raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do it again.”

He reached for me then, pulling me closer by the waist before wrapping his arms around me, holding the flowers against my back. I felt the cool touch of leaves and petals against my back, contrasting with the warm, smooth skin of his chest touching my abdomen, his forehead resting against my chest. He breathed me in for a second before he looked up.

"You didn’t have to do this," he said, making it seem like a big deal.

"I kind of just… wanted to," I said.

I grabbed the back of his head softly, feeling his messy, blonde hair. He stepped up on his tip toes as I leaned down, and we kissed, our tongues pushing against each other quickly. He used his body to tell me how much the gesture meant to him. His hands slid down my back, groping my ass. I felt his bare dick hardening against my thigh through my shorts, which suddenly felt very in the way. My own hardness pressed back, greeting his dick.

"You’re horny again," he murmured.

"You are," I shot back.

He laughed, then pushed me gently back against the kitchen island, dropping the flowers on the counter and bending over to sniff me through my shorts. I pulled off my shirt and threw it away, grabbing his head and mashing it into my crotch.

“You want some more of my cock?” I said, feeling so liberated to be rough with someone who loved sex as much as I do, loved being man-handled a bit. Guys are such better sex partners than girls. That was the biggest lesson I had learned. It just takes a certain kind of guy to make me want it.

“I want all of you,” he moaned into my crotch. 

“You wanna fuck me too?” I said. I was too horny to worry about what I was saying. It was all hot either way. 

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled as he gripped my hips and held my body against himself

I let him peel off my shorts as I put my legs over his shoulders

He dived down quickly onto my big, hard cock, sucking it deep into his throat with his special skills. Even when I didn’t press his head, he always went rough on his own throat.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” I said, “I’m so lucky you’re here.”

He dropped down further and nursed my balls in his mouth while he jerked me off with a tight grip. With my legs on his shoulders, I was secretly hoping he would go even lower.

He heard my prayers, his tongue probing lower until he found my hole, quickly munching me like it was an instinct, and tonguing me forcefully. I squirmed at the new sensation.

“That’s so weirdly good,” I said, grabbing the back of his head. “Oh my god, dude.”

He grunted, the vibrations ringing through my body.

“Put a thumb in me,” I said, “if you want.”

He didn’t hesitate to shove his thumb deep inside me while he started sucking me again. It was intense, even though his hands weren't big. I couldn’t even speak, the sensations taking over my body. In seconds, I felt like I was going to cum already.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I said. 

He stopped sucking me and stood up, jerking himself rapidly. 

“I’m gonna cum all over you,” he said, “You big cock deserves my cum. I own your cock. It’s mine.”

I was shocked and turned on by his demeanor. He could give it as well as he took it. His pink, hard dick was pointed right at my crotch and ass as he suddenly squirted his gooey, white load onto me.

“Fuck,” I said, bracing myself against his hips as the wet warmth streaked across me, even dripping down to my hole. 

“Can I fuck you?” I said as soon as he stopped squirting onto me.

He didn’t answer, just leaned across the kitchen island, resting on his elbows, his tight little ass arched toward me like a bitch in heat. I hopped down and quickly got behind him, pressing into him quickly, using his own cum as lube. 

“I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant,” I said, “I’m gonna coat your guts with my cum.”

He groaned, breathing hard. “Fuck dude, gimme your load. Fuck my boy hole and make me your little bitch.”

I was really roughing up his ass this time, my body slapping against him loudly.

“Then you can fuck me too,” I said, losing my voice a bit as I lost my breath. 

He groaned hard as he braced against the counter. I suddenly felt really intense and got a rush of energy, gripping him hard. I lifted his body, raising his feet off the floor, fucking him in mid air like a fleshlight. He was like a little toy in my hands, his world getting rocked as he braced himself against the kitchen island counter. His vocalizations were just strange grunts at this point.

I pressed all the way inside him, balls deep, freezing as I edged myself for a moment, right before I teetered over the point of no return, enjoying that feeling I get right before it all spills over. 

The throbbing and intense wave of pleasure through my body dropped me out of the world. The only things in existence were him and me in that moment. I gave a few short strokes as I rode out my orgasm, holding his body tightly against me.

“Fuccck,” I groaned as I started to come down, still unloading inside him, my final spurts adding to my sloshy load already coating his insides, my hormonal morning tension having been released out into the ether. 

I let his feet touch the floor, and pulled out of him slowly, my dick frothy with both of our loads. A squirt of clearish white ooze flowed out of his ass down his right thigh. 

“You’re all messy,” I said as he turned around.

“You’re so good at sex,” he said, “We should’ve been doing this for years.” 

“Honestly,” I said, shrugging.

—[]—

We were just stepping out of the shower together when my dad called.

I mentioned the Jacuzzi still wasn’t working right.

"You probably messed with it," he said immediately. "If it’s fixed before we get back, I’ll give you two hundred bucks."

"Deal," I replied.

Mom got on too.

"Yeah, Tyler has been hanging out," I said casually. "He’s pretty cool. I like him."

"Happy to see you boys becoming friends," she said.

We hung up, and I looked at Tyler.

"We’ve got a hot tub to fix," I said.

He smirked.

"Yeah," he replied. "We do."

We pulled the panel off the hot tub again. Shirtless. Obviously.

The motor looked worse than we remembered.

"You actually know what you’re doing?" he asked.

"Absolutely not," I said.

He laughed and crouched beside me, our shoulders brushing. His thigh pressed against mine as we leaned into the mess of pipes. It was cool to have a friend to do stuff like this with, that I was also fucking. 

He twisted the wrong connector.

Water sprayed.

"Dude!"

"You said that was the right one!"

"No I didn’t!"

We both stood there soaked, glaring at each other through nervous smiles.

Ten minutes later I reassembled something completely wrong.

"I TOLD you it was the other way!" he snapped.

"Relax."

"You relax."

We were both annoyed now, our egos setting in. As much as I felt like I could never really be mad at him, there were still two of us, full of testosterone with a mechanical task that was far outside our competence. There were bound to be a few head-buttings.

Now it felt closer than a friend, someone I cared deeply about but also got annoyed by. It was like he was a little brother. The realization made me chuckle to myself, although that seemed to annoy him.

There was silence for a minute.

"We’re idiots," I muttered.

"Yeah," he said, his breath lighter now.

The fight melted quickly, and we actually found the manual we were supposed to be using the whole time.

“We’ve been doing it… all wrong. From the start.” I said.

“Oh my cunting god,” he said. 

The vulgarity hit me kind of hard. I didn’t picture him using that word. It made me laugh. He laughed as well, as we stared down at the diagram of the tubes. I put an arm around him, and he let me, until he suddenly bolted up, a “Eureka” moment of realization on his face. 

“I get it. I know what the problem is.”

—[]—

We finally fixed the pipe, and the motor hummed to life.

We high-fived intensely, the joy in our faces comparable to celebrating finishing a marathon or something like that.

We dropped our clothes and jumped into the now-working Jacuzzi quickly, before it was even warm.

“I’m splitting the two hundred bucks with you,” I said, “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Seems fair,” he said, looking at me with jokingly judgemental eyes.

We played a bit of footsie and chatted a bit, and eventually I brought up the party again.

"I’ve been texting people about tonight," I said. “They’ll be glad the hot tub is ready.”

He went quiet, his foot stopping against mine.

"Your friends are cool?"

"Most of them."

"And the ones who aren’t?"

"They can fuck off."

He smiled, studying my face carefully.