Eight Nights (6 page)
When Nate’s hand deftly unzipped Lucas’s jeans and slipped inside, Lucas glanced around furtively. Eyes were on them from all sides, and he found to his shock that being watched sent a bolt of excitement straight to his cock.
As Nate stroked Lucas, he whispered in his ear. “You like that? Like being the center of attention?”
Lucas nodded, licking his lips. He watched the dancers below, arms and legs and torsos slithering through a sea of smoke and glitter. Nate pinched Lucas’s nipple as he tightened his fist around his cock. Then his free hand slid around and down, his finger touching Lucas’s hole. Lucas shivered and gasped, his eyes closing. Nate stroked him faster, the tip of his finger dancing around Lucas’s pucker. In the deafening surroundings, he didn’t try to bite back his moans of pleasure, and as Nate slipped his finger inside him, Lucas came with a cry that sounded like it echoed on every side of the club.
Nate supported him, wrapping his arms around Lucas as he kissed his cheek. “I knew you’d be a screamer if you got the chance.”
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After he and Nate indulged in quick morning blowjobs, Lucas spent the next day with Sam and his buddies at an arcade featuring every kind of videogame known to man. He tried not to think about Nate every second, with varying degrees of success.
He and Sam hurried home and quickly changed before the family piled into Mrs.
Kramer’s SUV. At her sister Linda’s house, Rachel opened the door, greeting them --
especially Lucas -- enthusiastically. The house was smaller than the Kramer’s, but just as stylishly decorated. Most of the family from the first night of Hanukkah was there, and after lighting the menorah, the children began a game of dreidel on the carpet.
Lucas sat on the couch, watching the kids spin the four-sided top, making bets with chocolate coins wrapped in gold. Depending on how the dreidel fell, the players sometimes gained more coins or added another to the pot, and on some spins nothing happened at all.
Nate’s grandfather joined Lucas and began clapping his hands, singing in a low baritone. “Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay. Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I shall play.”
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The children joined in, and Lucas noted with amusement as Nate, watching the game by the window, sang along, too. Nate caught his stare and abruptly stopped singing, his flush visible across the room.
When the game was over, Linda, a shorter, plumper version of her sister, and Mrs.
Kramer produced a pile of gifts from the other room. The kids squealed in delight as they tore the paper off video games and what Lucas could only guess were the latest trends in Barbie doll fashion. Nate perched on the arm of the couch beside Lucas to unwrap his gift, and Lucas resisted the urge to lean in close.
“So you get presents on Hanukkah?”
“Not traditionally, but I guess the little Jewish kiddies feel left out from the Christmas consumer madness. Adults don’t usually get anything.” Nate carefully peeled the paper off his box, revealing a state of the art camera flash that made his eyes widen and a smile split his face.
“Maybe your parents are cooler about the whole photography thing than you think,”
Lucas whispered.
Nate snorted lightly. “I wouldn’t go that far.” He got up and hugged his mother and father as Sam let out a surprised gasp.
“Whoa. This is awesome!” He turned around a framed 8 x 10 black-and-white photograph of himself leaping up to make a basket. Sam grinned and yanked Nate into a bear hug. “Thanks, man. Sorry, I didn’t get you anything.”
“It’s nothing; don’t worry. I just thought you’d like it.” Nate extracted himself from Sam’s embrace as everyone admired the photo. It really was beautiful, capturing Sam in perfect flight.
At dinner, Linda took advantage of the silence while everyone was chewing, telling Nate, “I saw Stephanie Stein’s mother last week at synagogue, and she told me Stephanie’s back on the market.”
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Mrs. Kramer perked up. “She’d be perfect for you. Such a lovely girl!”
Lucas looked at Nate across the table. He stared down at his plate, pushing his food around with his fork, and Lucas could feel the tension coming off him in waves. “I’m sure she’s great, but I’m too busy with school right now. Thanks anyway.”
“Too busy!” Mrs. Kramer clucked her tongue. “Your brother’s never been too busy for girls.”
“She’s so pretty, Nate! Just take her out to dinner. You’ll like her, you’ll see,” Linda added.
However, before Nate could say reply, Sam spoke up. “Why don’t you guys just leave him alone? He likes doing his own thing. He’ll find his own girlfriend eventually.”
That put an immediate end to the discussion, and after a few moments of awkward silence, Mr. Kramer complimented Linda enthusiastically on her pot roast, everyone echoing his sentiments. Under the table, Lucas reached out with his leg and briefly covered Nate’s foot with his own.
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Lucas gasped for a breath, a grin tugging on his lips. “Does ‘The Dreidel Song’ always make you this horny, Nathaniel?”
Nate practically growled, spinning Lucas around and steering him toward the far bed before taking his desk chair and jamming it under the door handle. Lucas waited, growing more and more excited by the lust in Nate’s eyes.
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room. When Nate peeled his clothes off, Lucas followed suit, and soon they were both naked and kissing on the tiny bed.
Nate pressed something into his hand, and Lucas realized he was holding a condom.
His eyes jerked up to meet Nate’s. “You want…”
Nate’s gaze was steady and direct. “I want you to fuck me.”
Kneeling, Nate popped the lid off a tube of lubricant and reached his hand around behind himself. Lucas realized his was lubing himself up, and his cock twitched in anticipation. They were really going to do it.
He was going to fuck another man.
Nate fingered himself, his chest gleaming in the streetlight. A small smile graced his lips, and Lucas took a deep, calming breath, his pulse racing. He tore open the foil package, rolling the condom down over his cock. With a slick hand, Nate stroked Lucas’s shaft, and Lucas tried to focus on keeping his cool.
When Nate got on his hands and knees, Lucas almost lost it, but he clambered up behind him, reaching out and holding Nate by the hips. He positioned the head of his cock at Nate’s hole, taking another breath. This was it.
“Fuck me,” Nate gritted out, and Lucas did.
He pushed inside him, moving into the tight, incredible heat inch by inch. Nate pushed back, squeezing his muscles and establishing a rhythm. Lucas began thrusting in and pulling almost all the way out, pleasure shooting through his cock. After a tentative start, he felt like he got the hang of it, grabbing one of Nate’s shoulders for better leverage as he worked his ass.
Nate grunted and breathed heavily, and their skin grew slippery with sweat as Lucas pumped into him. “Harder,” Nate demanded.
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Nate. He never wanted it to end; he wanted to stay inside him forever, locked together in abandon and bliss.
Of course, he was about to shoot his load, and he stopped moving for a moment, willing his body to obey him as he sucked in air. When he felt back in control, he rocked his hips forward again, plunging in and out of Nate’s ass.
Reaching back, Nate took Lucas’s hand and placed it on his cock as they writhed together. Lucas stroked him rapidly, jerking Nate’s cock in tandem with the thrust of his hips. Nate squeezed down with his ass, and then he was shaking as he came.
The pressure and heat on his cock was intense, and with a cry, Lucas shot into the condom, closing his eyes as his orgasm rocked his body. He collapsed on top of Nate, both of them breathing hard, skin slick. After a minute, he reluctantly pulled out.
After he disposed of the condom, wrapping it in almost an arm’s length of toilet paper just in case Mrs. Kramer was the nosy type, Lucas returned to the bedroom. He hovered at the foot of Nate’s bed, not sure what to do. Nate was sprawled on his stomach, taking up the whole space.
Lucas suddenly felt very exposed, and he quickly put on his T-shirt and pajama bottoms. Turning to Nate, he sat on the side of his bed and waited. Nate crooked his finger.
“C’mere.”
Lucas knelt beside Nate’s bed. He had no idea what to say. With the two girls he’d slept with, afterward there’d been awkward declarations of affection that Lucas hadn’t meant. He cleared his throat. “I guess we should get some sleep.”
Reaching his hand behind Lucas’s head, Nate pulled him close for a long, slow kiss.
“That was amazing.” A rush of pride made Lucas smile, and Nate tapped him on the nose affectionately. “You’re a natural.”
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Saying thanks would sound kind of stupid, so Lucas just kissed Nate again before climbing into the other bed. They were only a couple of feet apart, but Lucas yearned to press against Nate’s warm body, to fall asleep holding him.
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After a witty and intelligent volunteer named Leslie gave them a lesson on lemurs near the end of the afternoon, Lucas and the Kramers wandered through the gift shop. Lucas was drawn to the magnets, and as he plucked a gorilla from the metal holder, he said to Nate,
“My dad would --”
The next words lodged in his throat, and Lucas realized he hadn’t thought of his father once all day. His dad had loved collecting silly magnets everywhere they went, covering their fridge from top to bottom.
Like a finger removed from a dam, guilt and grief flooded him, and he blinked back tears, the magnet slipping from his fingers. He was only vaguely aware of Nate’s hand on the small of his back, leading him out into the brisk air. He tried to breath, leaning against the wall of the building for support.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the Kramers exit the store and approach. Nate drew them away, murmuring, and Lucas willed himself to get a grip. After a few deep breaths, he told everyone he was fine and followed them to the parking lot in silence.
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Mr. and Mrs. Kramer kept up a steady stream of chatter in the front seat, their forced cheer evident. Lucas stared out the window, feeling alone and more aware than ever that no matter how kind the Kramers were to him, his father, his only family, was gone. Nate’s thigh pressed against his, but Lucas remembered his words about not wanting a relationship. After the holidays, Lucas would be on his own again.
The evening passed in a haze -- lighting the menorah and then watching another movie. Lucas picked at a slice of pizza, and told Mrs. Kramer he was fine. When the credits rolled, Lucas excused himself to bed. Nate followed a few minutes later, shutting his bedroom door quietly behind him. Lucas climbed into bed, Nate watching him silently.
“I just want to sleep tonight, okay?” Lucas wasn’t in the mood for anything else.
Nate nodded, and soon he was in his own bed, the lights out. Curling on his side toward the door, Lucas tried to clear his mind, but it was useless. Soon he shook with sobs, burying his face in his pillow to stifle them.
The mattress dipped, and Nate’s long frame spooned up behind him, his arms snaking out to hold Lucas close. As Lucas wept, Nate caressed his hair, whispering calming words in Hebrew that sounded like a lullaby.
Lucas wasn’t sure how long he cried before his breathing became easier. Nate still soothed him, and soon Lucas wanted more. Needed more. He shifted, and in a tangle of limbs, Nate rolled on top of him on the narrow bed. Lucas pulled Nate’s head down for a kiss, and their tongues wound together as Lucas’s hands roamed over Nate, sliding up beneath his T-shirt.
The feel of Nate’s body on top of his was heady, but not enough. “Please,” Lucas breathed.
Nate pulled back and watched him for a moment, asking without saying a word if Lucas was sure. “Please,” he repeated. He pulled Nate’s shirt over his head, and soon all their clothes were tossed aside.
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Nate was up and back before Lucas knew it. He bent Lucas’s knees, placing his feet flat on the mattress, kneeling in front of him. Squeezing the lube into his palm, Nate warmed it up before his fingers found Lucas’s hole, gently working the slick gel inside him. He started with one finger, lightly stroking Lucas’s cock with his other hand.
When he had the condom on and lubed, he moved closer and placed Lucas’s legs up onto his shoulders, opening him up. Lucas had never felt more vulnerable, but he only shivered with anticipation. He trusted Nate completely.
Nate slowly pushed his way inside, and Lucas felt like he was tearing open. His eyes watering, he gasped for air as the pain blossomed. Nate leaned down, kissing him tenderly all over his face: cheeks, forehead, and eyes. “Just breathe,” he whispered, and Lucas felt a calm come over him, his body relaxing.
Inch by inch, Nate moved farther inside him. They were both breathing heavily, and sweat glistened on Nate’s forehead in the streetlight. When Nate was almost all the way in, he hit a spot that made Lucas see stars, a moan of pleasure slipping from his lips. With another kiss and a little smile, Nate began shallow little thrusts, hitting that spot every time.
