Apples to Oranges (4 page)

“That sucks about your dad. He sounds like he was a great man.”

“He was.” Jace smiled. This was a nice side of
Brandon
. The guy was much deeper than he’d
initially thought. Appearances were definitely deceiving. “Thanks for that
note,” Jace said. “It was a good gesture.”

“No problem,”
Brandon
dismissed. “Hand me that tent peg.” He pointed to a small pile of pegs near
Jace. “Hold it still while I pound it into the ground. Nice and straight like
that.”

Jace did as
Brandon
directed and
while kneeling next to
Brandon
,
their shoulders touched. Jace caught
Brandon
’s
masculine scent and drank him in. He smelled of clean soap with just the
slightest hint of cologne. Three strikes and the peg was in place.
Brandon
checked it and as
he did, his hand brushed the side of Jace’s. They both froze. Jace’s mind went
blank as he pulled his hand away. “You liked living in the city?” Anything to
restart their conversation.

“I sure did. It was awesome. I plan on going back after I
graduate. I’ve had enough of this town.”
Brandon
backed away from the tent. “A couple more pegs and we’re done, but first, I’m
going to grab a beer. Want one?”

“Sure.” Jace watched and waited for
Brandon
to return.

“Here you go.”
Brandon
twisted off the cap and handed a bottle to Jace.
Brandon
took a swig from his own brew and
then belched. “Back to work.” He looked up at the grey sky. “It looks like we might
get rain. The sooner we’re set up the better.”

****

Brandon
was right about the weather. In less than an hour it was pissing down rain.
Mike and a few others, including
Brandon
,
had taken to the van.

By nine, Jace had the flashlight out and was reading a book he’d
brought along, hoping it would pass time while the others drank themselves into
a stupor. Mike had asked if he wanted to join them, but he declined. This
wasn’t his idea of fun, especially with…girls all around him. If anything, he’d
feel like the odd one out. No thanks.

Jace jumped when he heard a door slam. Then he heard footsteps
walking in his direction. When the zipper opened to the tent, he saw that it
was
Brandon
.
From the way he flopped on his sleeping bag,
Brandon
was dead drunk.

“Fuck, it’s cold and wet out there,”
Brandon
said. He turned on his side, facing
Jace. “You should have joined us in the van.”

“I’m okay here. I have my book.” Jace held it up and suddenly
felt lame.

“One of the girls was asking about you. She was wondering where
you were. I think she was interested in getting together with you.”
Brandon
grinned widely.
“Like I said, you should have joined us. You might have gotten lucky with her.”

Just what Jace wanted. “Thanks, but I’ll pass on that.”

“Not interested?”
Brandon
questioned.

“Correct.” Jace went back to the pages of his book.

“In her, or do you mean girls, period?”
Brandon
’s face was serious, but his eyes were
full of mischief as he connected with Jace through the dim lighting.

Jace’s pulse sped up and even though there was a chill in the
air, he felt warm, extremely warm. He swallowed hard and his mouth felt like
cotton. “What do you mean by that?”

****

God, he was buzzed. Otherwise, he would never have had the nerve
to be this open and bold.
Brandon
thought about what to say next, choosing his words carefully. His eyes traced
Jace’s expression, trying to read him. “Maybe you’re not into girls.” It was a
comment and not a question.

“I…” Jace stammered, his eyes looking from
Brandon
to the book he held. “I can’t believe
you’re asking me this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay or whatever.” Even
 
though his hazy judgement,
Brandon
wondered how come he did think this
way when it came to his own ambiguous sexuality. At this moment, he was erect
inside his jeans. That alone told him much more than anything else about how
he’d felt.

“I know there isn’t anything wrong with it,” Jace replied. “What
makes you think I’m gay?”

“Well,”
Brandon
lowered his voice. “Call it a vibe. It’s hard to explain. I did notice you
looking at me in class at school.” It was all coming out now.

“I wasn’t looking at you,” Jace protested. “Besides, how would
you notice me looking at you unless you were also looking at me?”

Brandon
laughed. Jace was too cute for words. With his hair slightly dishevelled and
his eyes looking so intense…he’d never noticed how green they were before now.
“So.”
Brandon
inhaled deeply and his heard beat hard inside his chest. “What would you say if
I asked if I could kiss you?” And before Jace had a chance to reply,
Brandon
leaned in and did
it.

****

Jace almost came right then and there when their lips connected
for the first time. He didn’t pull away, but the sheer surprise of the moment
did cause him to flinch a little.

“You taste sweet,”
Brandon
said, his voice husky. “Tell me you liked me kissing you and tell me you want
me to do it again.”
Brandon
ran one finger down Jace’s forearm as he spoke. “So soft.”

Jace did want it to happen again. “It’s gum and yes, please.”

Brandon
smelled vaguely of cigarette smoke and he tasted like beer and cherry lip balm.
His tongue slipped inside Jace’s mouth for the second time. Jace fell back on
his sleeping bag and moaned as
Brandon
crawled on top of him, one leg pushing both of his slightly apart. Jace felt
Brandon
grinding against
him, his hard-on pressing and throbbing inside his jeans.

“You can touch me if you want,”
Brandon
said. “It’s okay.”

Jace pressed his hands against
Brandon
’s firm chest and reaching down, he
pulled up on the hem of his t-shirt. Underneath, he felt taught muscle.
Brandon
wasn’t overly
built, but he had it going on in all the right places. This was crazy and
insane. Here he was in the arms of a guy he could only have ever dreamed about
a day ago.

“You like?”
Brandon
asked, raising one brow. “I work out when I can.” He shrugged off his t-shirt
and jacket. “I’m not buffed, but I think I do okay.”

Brandon
did more than okay. Hell, he was Jace’s wet dream come to life, and as Jace
worked his palms against
Brandon
’s
bare chest, he still couldn’t believe this was happening between them for real.
“You’re hot,” he whispered.

“Am I? You think I’m hot?
Brandon
’s
lips caressed Jace’s throat. His tongue trailed back towards Jace’s mouth. “I
think you’re pretty damned hot too…and pretty.”

Pretty?
That wasn’t a
word he’d ever use to describe himself, yet coming from
Brandon
it sounded good. “Thanks, I think,”
Jace replied. And when
Brandon
kissed him again, he thought he’d die from sheer horniness.

“Hey guys.” A voice called to them from directly outside the
tent. It was Mike.

Brandon
pulled away from Jace slightly and pressed one finger against his lips to
silence him. “Yeah?”
Brandon
called. “What’s up?”

“You coming back?”

“Naw, man. I’m ready to pass out. I was just chatting with Jace.
We’re gonna fuck out to sleep for the night.” He looked at Jace and winked, a
devilish smile crossing his lips.

“Sure thing. I’ll see you both in the morning.” They listened as
Mike walked back to the van.

“Switch the flashlight off,”
Brandon
said.

Jace did and then he felt
Brandon
touching him, this time tugging at his shirt. “Take it off, I want to feel
you.”

Jace must have shown that he was a little nervous. He was
downright shaking as he pulled his t-shirt off, exposing his chest.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,”
Brandon
whispered through
the darkness. “We can just touch. Touching can feel very good. Do you like it
when I do this?
Brandon
cupped Jace’s swollen crotch and squeezed his erection gently.

Jace pushed against
Brandon
’s
hand. This might have been a bad idea, but he no longer cared. All that
mattered was the two of them and what was blossoming between them within the
walls of the small tent. “Yes,” he answered, his voice timid.

“Good.”
Brandon
kissed him, first on his lips and then his neck. He then proceeded to work his
way down Jace’s chest. When
Brandon
undid Jace’s belt, he stopped and looked up. “This is fine, right?”

Brandon
had good manners. “Yeah.” Jace nodded. “Do it.”

Brandon
’s hand curled around his
cock as
Brandon
tugged it free from his jeans. “Nice,” he said. “I’m not good at this. I’ve had
no practice.”

Jace nodded again and bit down on his bottom lip as he felt
Brandon
’s hot mouth
engulf his cock. It felt amazing.

Chapter Three

Brandon
’s
mind swam with lust. He hadn’t a clue about how to suck cock, but he was
learning fast.

It was all so screwed up. He disliked himself for liking guys.
Yet, here he was going down on one and loving it. It was more than just sucking
some guy off. When
Brandon
first kissed Jace, he’d wanted it. He’d felt some inner need for it. It didn’t
disgust him or even make him cringe in the least. He’d had an experience before
when living in the city. He and a friend had groped each other for a bit, but
it was nothing like this. Whenever
Brandon
looked at Jace, he felt strange…
queer
.
How ironic! It wasn’t like him to react to anyone this way.

Jace squirmed under him as he sucked harder on his cock. They
were fucking polar opposites in looks, style and personality. It was like
comparing apples to oranges.
Brandon
smirked inwardly at the thought as he went down deep, taking Jace’s cock to the
root until his nose nestled in Jace’s fine pubic hair.
Brandon
inhaled the boy’s musky scent and it
drove him wild. He heard Jace gasp as he swirled his tongue over the head of
his cock.
Brandon
pulled up and away withdrawing it from his mouth, stroking it up and down with
his hand. He did what he knew would feel good if he were in this position and
according to the reaction he was getting, he was doing all the right things.

“
Brandon
,”
Jace said, whispering. He sighed. “I’m going to shoot.”

Brandon
nodded, but didn’t pull away. He wanted this.

When Jace unloaded inside his mouth,
Brandon
closed his eyes tight and swallowed.
He then rolled on his back and grabbed his cock, jerking it hard until he felt
his own orgasm grab hold.

****

H
ad this really happened?
Jace
asked himself that over and over after they’d both finished.

“That was great,”
Brandon
said, settling beside him. “Don’t think that I’ve done this before because I
haven’t.”

“Me too,” Jace replied. He didn’t dare mention
Preston
.

“This is between us.”

“Sure. It’s not like I would go around telling anyone.”

Brandon
chuckled. “True. I guess I needed to hear you say that.” He punched Jace in the
arm playfully. “You’re okay, Jace. Thanks for being cool with everything.”

“No problem.” Jace felt a slight twinge of disappointment wash
through him.
Was this it?
It wasn’t
that he’d expected much more, or did he? Life could be so fucked at times.
Still, there was something to be said for fooling around with one of the
hottest guys at school. Turning on his side away from
Brandon
, he settled in for the night and
tried to sleep.

****

“Jesus,” Mike said, almost laughing. “You look like shit and you
weren’t even the one partying last night.”

Mike was right. Not only did he look like shit, but Jace also
felt like it.

Jace straightened his t-shirt as he emerged from the tent and
stretched. He ached from head to toe and all points in between. Sleeping on the
ground wasn’t fun. He much preferred his comfy bed to this monstrosity. Inside,
Brandon
was
still asleep.

“Is he awake?” Mike asked.

“No,” Jace replied, remembering the previous night’s events and
blushing from the memories.

“He was pretty tanked last night.” Mike laughed. “That boy can
sure as hell drink me under the table.”