I didn’t get much of a chance to dwell on hurt feelings. As soon as I hit the first step leading downstairs, Adam’s head poked up from the couch.
“Come on! Hurry up! There’s only like three minutes until the new year,” he called out anxiously.
I descended the last few steps at a quickened pace, excited to see Adam was awake. I wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about, or what he wanted me to do, but my question was answered when he started to pat the spot on the couch I had occupied before I left. I jumped in behind him again and he pulled my arm around his torso like before. A blanket came flying over next, covering our underdressed bodies.
“Two minutes,” he announced, squirming and wiggling to find his perfect spot.
The crowd on the TV was starting to bounce around and make a lot of noise. Excited to bring in the new year. A stark contrast to the quiet scene we had created.
“Minute thirty. Where were you anyway?”
“I went to check on the two drunks.”
“Where are they? Why aren’t they here?”
“How about you? I didn’t think I’d see you up again tonight.”
“I feel great! I wasn’t gonna miss the new year.”
“Maybe you weren’t too drunk then.”
“Nah. I drank a little, but I wasn’t drunk, I don’t think.”
“Wait! So…” I started to say, remembering back to some of his comments from earlier. I had assumed all his talk about kissing was drunken nonsense, but maybe…
“Shh! Forty five seconds. Are we gonna count down?”
“Sure. From ten.”
“It’ll be the new year.”
“Duh! I know that, but aren’t you supposed to kiss the one you’re with?”
“Umm…I think so…mayb…”
“Shh! Shh! Here we go!”
In unison with the crowd on TV, we counted down.
Adam glanced back at me, smiling broadly.
He placed his warm hand over mine.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Adam rolled onto his back and lifted his head. He puckered his lips and closed his eyes as he closed the distance between us. Our noses first made contact. Then he turned his head slightly and advanced, until I felt his warm soft lips come into contact with mine. He backed away quickly, but soon returned, letting them linger a bit longer. My heart fluttered. This was my first real kiss with a boy, and I liked it, a lot. It was electric. Perfect. He backed away and opened his eyes. He looked right into my own eyes and shyly smiled. His cheeks a deep shade of blush. He was looking for my approval, for the risk he just took with our friendship.
I could not hide my own feelings. My red hot cheeks and bashful smile told him what he needed to see. I could tell the awkward angle of his neck was starting to get uncomfortable, as he slowly reclined back into his pillow. I followed him there, feeling a need to return the gift he gave me. I wanted to reassure him it was ok. Better than ok. I leaned into his warm smile and gently set my lips on top of his.
“Thank you Adam. Happy New Year,” I whispered, after I pulled back from the soft contact.
“Again,” he whispered back, his eyes dreamy with lust.
“Are you trying to seduce me Adam?”
I obliged him, placing another delicate kiss on his too soft lips.
“Again,” he pleaded. Then boldly l, he demanded “more,” as I fulfilled his wish two more times, with quick pecks to his beautiful smile.
“Again,” he asked, one last time. This time placing his hand on the back of my head, keeping me at the site of our hearts desire. I clenched my lips tightly and pressed deeper between his pucker. I opened my mouth slightly, forcing his lips to separate as well. I kept my lips rigid and trapped his lower lip within mine. Tugging ever so gently. His fingers started to twirl inside my long, messy hair and he audibly moaned from the kiss I was giving him. I continued to pull his lip, releasing and re-gripping.
Adam started to copy me, pulling my lower lip into his soft grip. His other hand found its way to my body, rubbing along my side, from my armpit to my waist. We wrestled back and forth, for possession of one another’s lip, when I swiped the tip of my tongue at the corner of his mouth. A bit later I tried it again, hoping to elicit a similar response from him. Moments later, the tip of his tongue brushed against the inside of my upper lip. I responded by copying his maneuver, exploring a bit deeper. We delicately exchanged these soft kisses, occasionally pushing one another a little further. A harder tug or a little deeper stroke. Then it happened. My probing tongue crossed paths with his velvety tongue. A momentary grazing. He recoiled, so I tried to lift my face off of him, ending our little make out session. He pushed back with his hand, against my resistance, so I resumed nibbling his lower lip. I really didn’t want to push him too far. Before long I felt the very tip of his tongue on my upper lip. Then my teeth. And finally inside my mouth, seeking out my anxious tongue. I accepted his offer and we took our kiss to the next level. A level of exotic intimacy. Swirling and twirling. Things were getting really hot.
His caressing hand slid under my shirt, kneading deeply into my warm skin. I lifted my hand from beside his head and ran my fingers through his silky hair. I ran a trail behind his ear, ending with my hand on the front of his thumping chest. We continued our lip lock with reckless abandon and I took another one of his moves, gently raking my knuckles along the side of his slender torso. I slid my hand under his shirt and started to massage his buttery smooth chest, erecting his nipples in the process. Something I remembered Kayla did to me.
He whimpered and placed his hand on my lower back, urging me to lower my body onto him. Pulling me in. I repositioned myself to between his now opened legs and lowered myself from my kneeling position. Being similar in size and weight, we melted together like one being as I gently sank my weight onto his body. He immediately placed his hands on my back, holding me in place. I felt his excitement, aligned beside my own. We continued to kiss and gyrate, raising the intimacy and raising the passion. Our bodies pushing hard against each other.
Then we both heard it. A loud thud from upstairs. Our kiss came to an abrupt halt and I tried to focus on the noise from above. I reluctantly climbed off of Adam and raised myself to a standing position. The look on Adam’s face was both disappointed and satisfied. He seemed to understand why I had to get up.
I was afraid of getting caught by one of them coming downstairs, so I reached down to Adam with both hands and asked, “do you want to get a snack or something to drink? I got those cupcakes we never opened.”
“Hell yes,” he said, reaching out for my hands. Before I had him to his feet, he cracked up into a fit of laughter.
“What,? I inquired.
He met my eyes and directed them down to my tented shorts. I felt a little embarrassed, but I continued to bring him to his feet anyway. That’s when I saw he was in a similar situation.
“Umm, hello,?” I said, with my eyes averted to his obvious erection.
“What do you expect?”
“I know what you mean. That was intense.”
“Let’s go,” I said, guiding him with his hand in mine. I was floating on a heavenly cloud all the way to the kitchen. We pulled up to the island and I opened the box of cupcakes, taking one out for each of us. Sitting right next to us was one of the bottles of champagne. Open and half gone. Adam moved around the island, until he was standing right next to me. I loved his need for closeness. I fed off it and was starting to think it was something I needed as well.
“Is that all that’s left,?” Adam asked, picking up the large bottle
I spotted the empty one on the floor and said, “yup.”
“Damn. I bet they are drunk.”
“Should we drink the rest of this,?” I asked.
“Yeah. Why not. It’s not enough to get us wasted or anything.
We traded the bottle back and forth, taking big gulps and talking and laughing. We munched on chips and whatever else was laying around, and had a good time. Randomly, an image formed in my head from when I pulled the blanket off of Mark earlier. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and happened to be taking another drink from the bottle at that exact time. Suddenly, I spat out a huge spray of champagne and nearly fell over laughing. I was completely out of control with the giggles.
My laughter drifted me into the kitchen, where I slammed into the refrigerator.
“Ouch!” I was definitely buzzed.
Confused, Adam scrunched up his brow and asked, “what the Hell is so funny?”
“Oh dude. I don’t know…I don’t know if I can tell you.”
“Oh come on. That’s not fair. What is it?”
“Ok. Ok. But you have to swear that this doesn’t get repeated, ok? I’ll know if you lie, so just don’t even try it.”
“Ok. Fine. What’s so funny?”
“Well, when I went up earlier to check on them guys, well I kind of saw your brothers dick.”
“Yeahhhh, so? I see it all the time.”
“He’s got the smallest dick I have ever seen. I mean it looked like about an inch. I thought I was small, but damn. I don’t mean to laugh, but…”
“You’re not small Danny,” Adam blurted out.
“How would you know?” I quizzed.
Adam turned a bright shade of red, struggling to find a way to answer. “I ahh…I ahh…fuck it. Don’t get mad, k? I kind of checked you out when you slept over.”
“Oh really? Sounds like your brother.”
“Wait! Mark did too?”
“Oh yeah. More than once. He didn’t know I was awake.”
“Holy shit! Well…I guess it’s not that surprising.”
“Why would you say that?”
“He had a friend in California. That’s all I’m gonna say.”
“Ok. That’s interesting.”
“Whatever. Anyway, I did tell you he had a small one, didn’t I?”
“You did, and that’s why it’s so funny. You weren’t kidding. Poor Mark.”
“Yup. I think I stole his dick when I was a baby,” Adam said, grabbing ahold of his crotch.
“You got a big one,? I asked playfully.
“Oh ya. It’s huge. Wayyyy bigger than Mark’s.”
We both busted a gut at Mark’s expense, but he’ll never know, so no harm, no foul.
“Wait! How did you get to see it?” Adam asked with a devilish grin on his face.
“He’s sleeping naked.”
“Really? So did they?”
“I got no idea.”
Suddenly, Adam got real serious and asked, “isn’t Kayla like your girlfriend?”
“Not really, but I don’t know…if they hooked up it’s like whatever…I guess.”
“Mark sucks. That was a shitty thing to do.”
“Hey. All I know is I’m having like the best time ever tonight. With you Adam. This has been the best New Years ever.”
Adam caught onto my sentiment, and started to blush. “This has been a fun night. Thanks for inviting me Danny.”
“Thanks for coming.”
We spent another fifteen minutes in the kitchen, until we were both stuffed and the champagne was about gone.
We went back to the living room when Adam asked, “they got your bed, so where are we going to sleep tonight?”
“Hmm. We could each take a couch, or we could sleep in my parents bed. Whatever you want.”
“Really? Would they know?”
“Nah. I’ll just fix it in the morning. Is that where you want to sleep?”
“If you want to, yes.”
“You didn’t answer me.”
“You’re right. Yes. I would rather sleep in there with you, than out here on a couch. The bed is super comfy too.”
“Cool. Then let’s go.”
We shut the TV off, turned off all the lights, and went into my parents suite. Adam looked around in awe. It really was an impressive room. It felt like you were in a five star hotel spa retreat or something. We went into the bathroom, where I washed my face and gurgled some mouthwash, while he drained his bladder the next partition over. We switched places, and were ready to hit the sack. I walked around to the far side of the kingsize bed and pulled off my t-shirt and shorts, and crawled in under the heavy comforter. Adam did the same and I turned off the nightstand lamp.
“You’re like a mile away,” Adam said. Adding, “this bed is freaking huge.”
“I know huh. Come here.”
I scooted toward the middle and Adam did the same. We met up and Adam snuggled up to me, placing his head on my chest. I wrapped my arm across his back, with my hand on his hip. I was reluctant to get the fire burning again. There was a certain fear and confusion associated with our situation. I don’t think either of us wanted to make the first move, but maybe we both needed time to think and sort things out, before we made another move. I was pretty sure I was gay, and I was definitely into Adam. My fear about the age difference was put at ease though. I found out his birthday is only a few weeks away, so we’re only separated by just over a year. For his age, he is very mature and smart, and advanced in a lot of areas that I wasn’t.
He gently caressed my chest with a lazy hand, exhaling warm breath onto my stomach. After a few minutes, he asked, “you awake?”
“This is way comfortable.”
“Yeah it is. Can I ask you a question Adam?”
“Do you like boys?”
“I don’t know. I like you. I have for a long time, too.”
“I like you, too.”
Adam’s exploration of my chest broadened, as his soft hand navigated a slow path all around my exposed torso. It felt really good and was especially soothing coming from him. Occasionally planting soft kisses on my chest.
“That feels amazing,” I whispered, while he continued to caress my body with his relaxing hand.
I toyed with the waistband of his boxers on his hip. Dipping my fingers below the threshold to scout unfamiliar territories. I ran a long arc that spanned nearly half his serpentine waist. Adam ran his hand along my waistband as well, from end to end, along my front. His pinky finger coursing underneath the taught fabric. It felt like we were satisfying our need for exploration and testing one another for boundaries. I found that I enjoyed these quiet, tender moments as much as the more stimulating, passionate ones. After a while, his hand came to rest, across my body His breathing deepened and there was the faintest hint of a little snore. I laid there awake for quite a while, running my fingers through his silky hair. I had not felt this happy in a long time. Pretty amazing considering this night as a whole. Adam’s love and affection was powerful enough to make all my troubles seem small. He gave me hope and confidence. Not much later, I drifted off to dreamland with him. Although, I was already living in a dream. Sleeping beside this perfect angel.