Martha awoke in the middle of the night,
something she rarely did but having an injured guest heightened her
motherly instincts. Walking down the hall quietly, she peered in
Clark's room, the door being slightly ajar. The bed was rumpled but
empty. Concern flashed through her, along with a burst of anger. She
moved briskly down the hall, opening the door to the guestroom as
silently as possible, and saw Clark sleeping on top of the comforter
but wrapped around Whitney like another layer of warmth -- and
protection. Her maternal instincts flared and she was slightly
shamed for jumping to conclusions. Walking in, she grabbed a light blanket to drape over Clark.
She let her hand caress his forehead, pulling back a lock of hair
that had fallen over his face. She peered at Whitney, the pain lines
around his eyes were less pronounced while he was asleep. Retracing
her steps, she shut the down and went back to bed. Clark was with
Whitney should he need anything. The accident that led to his
discharge was enough to give him nightmares, of that she was
certain. She hoped that Clark could chase them away; he deserved
that much at least.
Clark stirred, light snoring breaking his own repose. His sense
of time and the lack of light told him it was still deep in the
night; he also noticed that a blanket had materialized over him. The
memory of Whitney's moans of pain came back to him. He'd moved as
fast as possible to get o Whitney, curling around him, stroking his
hair, whispering that it was all right. It had taken a few minutes
but Whit had calmed.
A light rain pecked softly but insistently on the guest room
window. The small snores and even breathing stopped.
"Clark?" The sleep-filled voice next to him was husky and soft.
Clark stroked Whitney's hair. "Shhh, you had a nightmare earlier.
I came in to make sure you were okay."
Whitney turned his body to look at Clark as best he could with
the night so dark. Sitting up a bit, he hissed at the sudden jolt of
pain as his back protested his movements.
Clark heard the wince and felt the small lurch next to him. "Hey,
don't hurt yourself."
Whitney smiled at the naked concern in his voice. "You can get in
bed with me…if you want."
Clark shifted and raised the covers, slipping in next to Whitney.
He lifted Whit's T-shirt and began to massage the straining back
muscles. "Relax, go back to sleep, its still early." The tremors
beneath his fingers stopped, and he spooned against Whitney's naked
back. Moving carefully, he dropped a hand to pull off his pajama
bottoms, leaving him clothed only in his briefs as he hugged Whitney
close and also fell back asleep.
Martha heard the rain and automatically adjusted the day's work
routine in her mind. Jonathan was up already; the smell of coffee
alerting her to that fact even before she registered the absence of
his warmth next to her. She rose, dressed, and headed to the
kitchen, making it as far as the staircase before deciding to check
on the boys again. Peering into the guest room, her emotions
skittered in several directions.
The covers were no longer a barrier between them. The boys were
snuggled beneath the comforter with Whitney was using Clark as a
pillow and Clark treating Whitney like a giant Teddy bear. Part of
her was happy to see Clark so content and Whitney so relaxed. Her
instincts told her that nothing had happened, but it would soon. Her
baby had been hurt so much already, she could not bear it if his
heart was broken again.
Closing the door, she went down to the kitchen, for coffee and
calm. Jonathan would have to be told, prepared, but when?
Coming into the kitchen, Martha found Jonathan sitting at the
table reading the newspaper. "Morning." She paused to kiss his
temple as she passed behind him As she poured her first cup, she
heard his chair scrape the floor, felt his arms encircle her waist.
A soft kiss lit on her cheek.
"Martha? Did Clark sleep in the loft last night?"
She leaned back onto his chest lightly as she worked on her
coffee. "No, he's in the guestroom with Whitney." She turned in his
arms, looking up to catch his eyes. "I think Whitney had a nightmare
and Clark stayed. Nothing happened Jon."
Jonathan pulled away and sat down again. "You sure about that?"
Martha came to the table and sat down. Sipping her coffee, she
pondered where to begin. "Yes." She placed her hand on his, forcing
him to meet her soft gaze. "Jon, it will happen. I don't know when,
but, I think we should be calm about this. Clark is going to be 18
Jonathan said nothing, squeezed his wife's hand and nodded in
agreement. The Sports section suddenly held renewed interest for
Shifting, Whitney felt the arms around him tighten reflexively.
He remembered that Clark had joined him in the bed sometime during
the night. Shifting again to get more comfortable, Whitney realized
that he was half on top of Clark.
He managed to focus on his watch. It was still early, so he
rolled onto his side and listened to the rain. An arm came around
his waist and he felt Clark nuzzle the back of his neck. Leaning
back into the embrace, Whitney got comfortable and dozed for a
moment until Clark snuggled closer and began to grind against him.
For the first time in a long time, Whitney felt his hormones race
and he responded by grinding back a little. The soft moan against
his neck and the realization of where he was stopped him cold.
Whitney's sudden movement and a hiss of pain pulled Clark out of
the blissful place had been visiting. He was painfully hard, and was
holding his best friend, but it ended. Clark sat up as Whitney edged
away. "Hey, you okay?"
Whitney rolled onto his back, letting a sigh out. "Fine."
Clark reached over, placing an arm on the other side of Whit's
body, looking down on his friend. "Liar, I heard you hiss. Is your
Looking in those green eyes that held so much concern, Whitney
was lost. "Fine Clark. I moved too fast, that's all."
Clark settled next to Whitney, keeping an arm around him. He
looked into bottomless blue eyes, leaned, and kissed him full on the
lips. It was only their third kiss, and it deepened quickly,
becoming heated and hungry. A kiss unlike the others in its
Whitney pulled back, vividly aware of Clark's heat and hardness.
And his own. "Wow. That was…"
Clark placed a finger on Whitney's mouth to silence him and
leaned in again for another kiss. Breaking it, he murmured, "I am so
happy we finally did that." He moved closer, sliding his body along
Whitney's kissing him again, running a hand down Whitney's flank to
his hip, his thigh... He was startled when Whitney pushed him back.
"I can't…your parents are downstairs…I don't want to abuse their
hospitality." Whitney pulled back and rolled gingerly out of bed.
"Okay…but I really want to..." Clark closed the scant distance
between them, kissing Whitney and eliminating any distance between
"BOYS BREAKFAST!" came the call from downstairs.
Whitney pulled back, breathless and a little ashamed. He hadn't
felt the desire for sex since his injury, but Clark's arousal
pressing against his body was bringing the hunger back with a
vengeance. "I need a shower, be down in a moment."
Clark nodded and left the room to get dressed in his own.
Whitney walked to the shower, his mind, body, and heart in a
whirlwind. He turned on the water, letting it get hot as he stripped
off his boxers. Martha had left a clean towel and wash cloth draped
over the bar that bisected the frosted glass shower door, and
Whitney took the cloth with him as he stepped in, slid the door
closed, and let the steam and spray soak in as he mulled over his
'Okay, I'm scared… Scared of the future…scared of a boyfriend on
the rebound, scared of everything.’ But on the plus side, when he
raised his arms to wash his hair, Whitney realized that he was not
as sore as he usually was upon waking in the morning. The kiss had
weakened his defenses even more, ‘So much for going slow.’
He started at a hard rap on the bathroom door, then smiled when
Clark's frost-blurred silhouette moved toward the sink.
"Sorry to intrude, but I'm leaving you some clothes."
Clark was just a well-defined blob, but Whit could tell that he
was standing by the sink looking at the shower door. Whit grinned
widely. If Clark was hoping to catch a glimpse of something
silhouetted in the shower, he must be sadly disappointed, because
that towel on the shower door completely hid Whitney from the waist
"Looking for something, Clark?" Whitney asked innocently, barely
managing not to laugh.
"No! Just... No!"
"Oh. Okay. I'll be out in a minute."
"Yeah, right." Clark made a hasty departure and Whitney laughed
God, if felt good to laugh. To relax. To feel safe. Spending just
one day in the warmth of the Kent household had been enough to start
pulling Whitney out of his own head. Even with the tension in the
household, it was infinitely better than the last two years.
Spending the night in Clark's arms... that was taking him places he
had thought he might never be ready to go again.
"Tread carefully, Whitney," he cautioned himself, but his smile
didn't quite go away. When he dried off and slipped into Clark's
clothes, the smile returned full force. Looking at the man in the
mirror, he was surprised at how different peaceful sleep in the arms
of a friend and a little happiness made him look.
Pulling the T-shirt over his head, he smiled at his reflection
again. "Well, breakfast and a little more relaxing, and you just
might look human again."
Martha thought it was almost funny how both boys acted at
breakfast. The slight blushes, the lingering glances when neither
thought the other was looking. It was sweet, but it fueled her fears
about the relationship. Her heart told her that Clark could not
handle heartbreak again. Watching Clark clear the table and seeing
Whitney's eyes follow, everything she needed to see was in that
look. They liked each other. Given half a chance, they would fall in
Placing her fears aside, Martha pledged to give them that chance.
"Clark, the weather is going to get worse later, I think now is a
good time to take Whitney to pick up a few of his things."
Clark looked at the ground, trying not to betray his excitement
at the thought of some time alone with Whitney. "Okay, Mom."
Martha could tell what where Clark's thoughts were heading.
"Hurry home, its going to storm all day and I don't want you two
caught someplace in a flood."
Whitney stood up from the kitchen table. "Yes, ma'am." Clark
grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door. He vaguely heard Clark
say good-bye to Martha.
"I really like your house, Whit." Clark kissed him as they
entered the quiet Fordman home.
"We have to hurry, Clark. Weathermoms are always right." Whitney
pulled away from another kiss and went to his room. His duffle was
on the floor, still packed with most of his clothes. Picking it up,
Whitney turned to leave, but Clark was blocking the door.
"Perfect, we have time then." Clark pulled Whitney into another
tight embrace, rubbing his body against Whit's. His cock was aching,
having been hard for most of the morning.
"Clark…no. I…I want to take my time, do it right." Whitney
stammered between kisses. Clark's arousal was pressing into his hip.
His own groin was tightening with desire, but he pulled back and sat
on his bed. "Clark…"
Clark sat down next to him. "We can do it right later, need you
now." Clark kissed him again.
Whitney kissed Clark, dropping a hand to cup his crotch.
Unbuttoning the fly, Whitney began to reach in but was stopped by
Clark. He pulled away from the kiss, and Whitney was puzzled.
Clark blushed. "I really want to…just…ummm. I'm not all that."
Whitney looked at Clark, trying to figure out what he was trying
to say. "Excuse me?"
Sighing, Clark allowed Whitney's hand to reach into his boxers.
"I'm not…very big."
Whitney ran his hand along the length of Clark's cock. Leaning
forward, he kissed him deeply. "Feels just fine." Freeing Clark from
the confines of his boxers, Whitney began to jerk him off.
Swallowing the whimpers as they kissed, Whit could tell Clark was
close. The cock in his hand began to pulse and soon his hand was
sticky. Pulling back, he looked at the mess on his hand and the cock
in it. He looked at Clark, saw another blush.
"Sorry…but…being as tall as I am…I think I should be…bigger."
Clark's voice betrayed his sudden nervousness.
Whitney picked up the towel from the prior morning and wiped his
hand clean. "Clark, I've seen a few, yours is fine. Perfect handful
actually." Standing up, he pulled Clark to his feet and kissed him
again. "Come on, let's get back before your mom worries."
Clark placed a hand on Whit's shoulder to stop him. "What about
Whitney turned and smiled. "I'm good. Will you carry that for
me?" Batting his eyelashes, he got the desired result, a hearty
"Of course." Clark picked up the duffle with ease and then kissed
Whitney again. He was still a little nervous but Whitney really
didn't seem to care that he was average. Taking a deep breath, he
hugged his best friend again. "I really want to reciprocate. Make
you feel good."
Laughing, Whitney hugged Clark tightly. "Clark, just being with
you makes me feel great. That was a thank you."
Whitney led them out of the house and locked the door. Neither
boy noticed that their hands linked every time they got close enough
The raining continued through the day. Jon spent his time in the
barn working on the tractor, and even went so far as to ask Clark
for some help. For Clark, it was a mixed blessing. All these months
of silence had been draining and chatting with his father the day
before had felt wonderful, but it was obvious he and his dad would
never see eye-to-eye over Lex.
"So Dad, what are we working on?"
Jonathan rolled out from under the tractor and looked up at his
son. The bounce in his step and the smile on his face made Jonathan
happy. The past few months had felt as though he was living with a
stranger. 'If this is the result of being with Whitney, I'll take
it.' "Well son, just changing the oil and a hose or two. Not much
Clark was happy; an hour, two at the most and he would be free to
spend the rest of the day with Whitney. "Let's get started."
Martha decided to bake cookies. The weather was perfect for
baking; the air was cool with the scent of rain. She walked into the
living room and saw Whitney reading a book. "Do you need anything
while I'm in the kitchen?"
Whitney looked up, startled out of the mystery novel. "No, thank
you. Mrs.…Martha. I'm fine."
Martha was tempted to walk over and hug him. All her maternal
instincts were invoked by the injured young man, but mostly because
he had inspired her son to smile again. That was a priceless gift.
"When is your mother returning?"
"Four days. I can't believe you got her to stay the extra two
Martha smiled and sat down near the boy. "We talk, often enough.
She's needed a break and got one. You'll still be here when she gets
back. It will make her return even better if we can get you looking
Whitney sighed. "What did you tell her?"
Martha smirked. "Nothing, except that I would take good care of
you until she got back."
Whitney groaned, shaking his head. "I am so going to get
"Yes you are, but she will forgive you." Martha stood and started
back to the kitchen. "Okay, I'll let you get back to your book."
"Clark? Son? You still there?" Jon had been asking for a tool for
a few moments.
Clark started. "Sorry dad…was thinking."
Jonathan laughed suddenly. Getting up from under the tractor, he
grabbed a rag and wiped his hands. "Thinking of the young man in the
house?" The blush on his son's face said it all. Jon placed a hand
on Clark's shoulder. "Son, I am very happy to see you smile. If he
makes you happy, I'll support this."
Clark did not know what to say. "… Thank you... I…I like him, a
Jonathan pulled Clark into a hug. "Don't rush anything, he's been
through a great deal…and so have you. We're done, let's go bug your
Settling on the bed, Whitney grabbed the book and continued
reading. A third murder victim had just been found on the
construction site and detective--
The bed sagged as Clark climbed on.
...and Detective Phillips would have to wait.
"Aren't your parents still awake?" Whitney asked as he closed the
Clark smiled and blushed at the same time. It was cute. "Mom
asked if I slept well last night…she knows I was here most of it."
"Oh." Whitney was beginning to understand the extraordinary
powers that Martha Kent possessed.
Clark draped an arm around his bunkmate. "Hey, its okay. I think
mom likes us, or at least the idea of us. Dad commented that I
seemed happy." Clark ran his hand inside of Whit's shorts and
boxers. The hitch in breathing told Clark that Whitney was trying to
stop his moans. He felt the cock thicken and lengthen. Whispering in
Whit's ear, "Wow, you're…pretty big."
"Eh, I don't think about it much." Whitney had always enjoyed the
fact that he was hung, he just never bragged about it.
Clark kissed him and continued to fondle the large cock. "I'm
jealous, and horny."
The idea was so tantalizing...Clark rubbing his cock, kissing
him, making little sounds of pleasure that let Whitney know he was
enjoying what he was doing. Rolling on his side, Whitney let Clark
unzip his shorts and pull it out of his boxers. "I'm tempted, so
tempted," he whispered.
Clark changed his grip on Whit's dick, feeling the thickness,
pondering the length. "I am jealous…You're bigger than Lex and
Whitney bolted upright, forcing Clark to let go. "You had sex
"NO! Just growing up…you compare equipment." Clark wanted to die
of embarrassment at the moment.
Whitney tucked his softening cock back in his boxers and fixed
his shorts. He leaned over and kissed Clark. "I did that also…had a
circle jerk once with a few of the guys. I think that was when I
realized that guys really turned me on… I came first."
Kissing Whitney back, Clark cupped the bulge between Whit's legs.
"I really want to return the favor from earlier."
"Guys?" The call came from the partially open door. Jonathan
walked in and saw both of them on the bed. He could tell he walked
in on the beginning of something. 'Ah, hormones.' "Martha and I are
going to bed. Good night." He closed the door on his way out.
Whitney wanted to die. There was no way for Jonathan to miss what
was going on, or about to. "Fuck!" Whitney swore under his breath.
Clark laughed. He kissed Whit again and fondled his crotch. "Come
on, they went to sleep. I really want to."
Moaning, Whitney felt his cock grow erect again, painfully
confined in his clothes. He helped Clark removed his clothing and
turned into Clark's shoulder as Clark jerked him off.
"Yes, let me make you feel good. Come for me." Clark enjoyed
playing with the big dick in his hand, he wanted to do more with it,
but did not press his luck. The moan and sudden bite in his shoulder
signaled that Whitney was close, then the stickiness landed on his
stomach and hand. "Wow, must have been awhile."
"Yeah," Whitney responded, out of breath. He slid inside the
blankets, noticing that Clark was doing the same. "Thanks."
Clark climbed in next to Whitney. "You are very welcome." He
pulled him close for a kiss and settled in for the night.
The next day was Whitney's last with the Kents. His mother would
be back and he would go home. It was funny; he knew he could take
care of himself, but he liked the attention that the Kents gave him.
'Two years of loneliness…running away was not very smart.'
Sighing, he looked out over the pasture. It was a beautiful
summer day, the air warm but not hot. Whitney turned and watched as
Clark walked towards him. He was waiting by the fence as instructed.
They had not discussed it, but Whitney thought of Clark as his
boyfriend. 'My first boyfriend!' The thought brought butterflies to
his stomach; the smile that was sent his way warmed him more than
the summer air.
"Hey, come on. I know the perfect place for a picnic," Clark
called from a path. He was carrying a cooler and what looked liked
"Your mom's food in there?" It had become a joke after Clark
burned the popcorn on Whitney's second night at the farm.
"Yes!" Clark could not stop smiling. "Come on, slowpoke, the
sandwiches will get cold." Clark led them through the flower filled
meadow to a clump of trees, providing the perfect shaded area.
Whitney leaned against a tree as Clark laid out the blankets.
Clark had on shorts and a old T-shirt, exposing his long legs to the
sun. Feeling Clark grab his him, Whitney fell willingly into an
"Hi yourself." Clark smiled. He pulled Whitney close and kissed
again, settling his back against a tree for support. The heat of the
kiss built, passion that had simmered for the past few days, with
brief outlets, began to boil forth. "Whitney…" his voice heavy with
Whitney pulled back and saw the deep desire in the green eyes
before him. He slipped a hand under Clark's T-shirt, feeling the
smooth chest and hard muscles. He felt Clark's hand lift his own
shirt. Whitney pulled Clark's shirt off, leaned forward, and kissed
Clark's chest. He ran his tongue along the pectoral slope, tasting
the traces of sweat from the day's activities. "What about the
Clark moaned, leaned down and captured Whit's mouth with his own.
"They are just as good cold," he muttered, his lips fluttering
against Whitney's. "Please?" Clark cupped Whitney's crotch, noting
the hardness, and he hurriedly removed layers of clothing keeping
him from his prize.
The feelings he'd been fighting were now front and center, and
the hand rubbing his crotch completely decimated his will -- and any
desire -- to fight them. He tugged at Clark's clothes. His hands
trembled, but somehow he managed to get Clark's shorts and briefs
off. Clark's kiss along his collar bone made him shudder with
"Please? Whitney…I really…please?" Clark moaned against the neck
he was kissing.
Whitney moved back and pushed Clark down so he was lying on the
ground. Covering Clark's body with his own, Whitney kissed Clark
with a fierceness he had never known. Clark reached to his shorts
and handed him a tube of lubricant. Pulling back Whitney looked into
those lust filled eyes. "You planned this?"
Clark moaned, leaning up to kiss Whitney again. "No, I hoped.
Whitney moved behind Clark, slicking his fingers, a thought
stopped him. "Clark, do you have a condom?"
Clark turned to lock eyes with his friend. "No…You can't hurt me.
Whitney swallowed his doubts and went back to slicking Clark's
entrance. The tight heat encased his fingers, his thoughts turned to
how it would feel around his cock. A loud groan signaled that Clark
was ready. Squeezing a few more drops on his cock, he slicked it and
spooned behind Clark. "Ready?" He asked as he kissed the warm neck
next to him.
"Yes, please… I've wanted this since I saw you were back
home…since I knew you were here." Clark moaned as he was penetrated.
Whitney was bigger, thicker, longer than the two others who had done
this. Willing himself to relax, Clark felt Whitney push forward,
Clark's breathing became ragged, he was on edge.
"Oh man!" Whitney had never felt such pleasure. It took a few
moments, as Clark adjusted to Whit's cock, but finally he was balls
deep. He took a moment to regain his composure, letting the tight
heat engulf his throbbing cock. He placed a hand on Clark's hip and
began to move in and out. He had never fucked anyone without a
condom, and the intense feelings were overwhelming.
"FUCK!" Clark groaned, "Oh…fuck…oh!" He thrashed his head side to
side, the large cock in him sending his body on overload. "AWW!!"
Clark came without touching his cock and felt Whitney shudder behind
Whitney felt Clark's orgasm and he could not stop his from
happening. "Clark…that was…wow. Sorry it was quick." Whitney pulled
out and lay flat on his back. The awkward angle he'd been in placed
more stress on his back than usual. The kiss on his neck and mouth
made him smile again.
"Hungry?" Clark asked but then looked closely at Whitney. "You
okay?" Carefully pulling Whitney into his arms, he dropped one to
rub the tender back muscles. "Sorry."
Whitney hugged Clark, relaxing into the massage he was giving
him. "I'm fine, and yes, I'm hungry." Whit sighed as Clark broke
away to get the cooler and grab their underwear. Whitney slipped his
boxers on and watched as Clark stepped into his briefs.
"Clark? About the no condom thing?" He was curious, not that it
hadn't been incredible, but safe sex had been drilled into his head
Clark blushed. "I feel…squishy at the moment." Clark slipped his
shorts on and brought the food out. Looking at Whitney out of the
corner of his eye, Clark decided to take a risk. "It's okay…all I
can say is you can't hurt me."
It took a moment but finally the words registered and Whitney
simply moved closer and kissed Clark. "We don't have to talk about
it…it was amazing." Before he knew, his lips were being caressed by
Clark's, a feeling Whit did not think he would ever tire of.
Clark backed off, "Okay, I am hungry." Settling back against the
tree, he pulled Whitney to rest against him. They ate in silence,
basking in the companionship they developed. It was perfect until
they had to go back. They got dressed, sharing a quick kiss, and
walked back hand in hand to the farm house.
Martha saw them walking down the path from the wildflower meadow,
the linked hands and casual closeness told her all she needed to
know. 'They are no longer just friends.' She saw Jon wave to the
boys as he walked from the barn to the house.
Jon opened the door, his mind in fog. "Martha?"
He knew. Or suspected. "Yes, I believe so Jon…don't say
Jon shook his head and washed his hands in the sink. "Martha, I
want you know that I am fine with this. In fact, I am going to take
you to dinner tonight."
Martha was stunned. "Jonathan? You want to leave them alone?"
"I think we should. Give them a little time to talk, to sort out
how they feel after taking that step." Jon grinned at Martha's
expression. "Surprised you didn't I?"
Martha hugged her husband. "Dinner would be great."
Clark watched his parents drive away. His mom had left something
for them to eat in the oven but Clark did not want food. He wanted
to spend time with his friend-turned-boyfriend. Walking up the
stairs, he went to the guest room and found Whitney reading
again. “Hey, they left.” Clark closed the door and settled on the
bed next to Whitney.
Whitney put his book down and leaned over to kiss Clark. He still
had his concerns over moving so fast, but they got lost in the light
of the passion and friendship they shared. “Okay.” He grabbed one of
Clark’s hands to hold. Their kiss turned passionate. “Clark?”
Clark looked at the fire blazing in those deep blue eyes and
realized, ‘I did that!’ “Yes?”
Whitney saw the silly smile on Clark’s face and laughed as he
kissed him again. He ran his hands down Clark’s body, blazing a
trail directly to his crotch. “Shall we put the time to good
Clark chuckled as he began to remove his clothes and then helped
Whitney out of his. He grabbed Whit’s hands and pinned them to the
bed above Whit's head, then began to lick Whitney's chest. Taking
his time, he followed the light blond trail to Whitney’s dick. His
tongue licked the flared mushroom head, tracing around the glans,
while his hand worked up and down the thick shaft. Clark placed the
head in his mouth and swallowed the top part of the dick, taking it
deep. The moans of pleasure encouraged him to slow down and savor
the taste and feel of Whitney.
Clark’s mouth was a touch of Heaven, but Whitney did not want to
shoot too soon. He dropped a hand to gently push Clark off his cock.
“Don’t want to come yet,” he mumbled. Pulling Clark up to him, he
kissed the beautiful lips as they rolled, switching places so
Whitney could slide down Clark’s torso coming to his cock so he
could return the blow job. It was not the largest cock he’d ever
sucked, but it tasted the best. He nipped on the skin covering the
head, pushing it back with his tongue. Burying the cock in his
mouth, he wanted to make Clark feel as good as he made him feel. A
hand on his head stopped him. The look of shear ecstasy on Clark’s
face made Whitney’s heart leap with joy.
Clark's head was thrown back in pleasure, but he didn't want it
to end too soon, either.. “Whitney…please make love to me…”
The words aroused a host of emotions in Whitney, but they healed
him more than anything. His fear no longer governed him, giving way
to a more dangerous desire for Clark. Without a word, he reached for
the tube from earlier and got off the bed. Motioning to Clark, he
placed the long legs on his shoulders and prepared to enter his
friend for the second time. Eye contact was made and held as his
cock went deep into Clark, the moan a cry to fuel Whit’s desire.
Time stopped moving, as they met each other’s movements with
Clark had never felt so desired…and loved. He could see it, those
blue eyes locked on his. The deep movements in him forcing moans
from his throat. Yielding to the passion, he reached up and pulled
Whitney into a kiss, a soul-searing kiss to match the depths he felt
from his friend. His cock was now pressed between both hard
stomachs, the friction driving him into a frenzy. The cock in him
making him crazy with pleasure, he could hold back no longer, and
covered both stomachs with his essence.
Whitney felt Clark come, around his dick, on his stomach, and the
moan in his mouth; and did so as well, filling Clark for the second
time. Breathless, he fell onto Clark, spent. Arms wrapped him in a
blanket of companionship, and Whit smiled. He pulled back so Clark
could get on the bed properly and joined him. “That
Clark pulled Whitney into a hug and grabbed the blanket to cover
them. “Yes, it was.” He kissed him again and ran his hand along
Whitney’s flank. He earned a laugh for it. “Ticklish?”
Whitney laughed again, and tickled Clark. “Yes…and so are you.”
It was so right, this. His fears were still there but he needed
this…wanted it as well. “Clark…thanks for being…persistent.”
Clark stilled, and looked at Whitney in the eyes. “No, thank you
for giving us a chance…it is worth it.”
Whitney did not respond with words, but a kiss.
Martha and Jon climbed the stairs, noting the door was closed.
She wanted to knock but did not want to intrude. They had checked
and the dinner she had left had gone untouched. Jon’s hand on her
shoulder steered Martha towards their bedroom.
“They will be fine. Whitney has been good for Clark.”
Martha nodded as she shut their bedroom door. “And Clark has been
good for Whitney.”
Jonathan laughed and settled on the bed. “I guess we wait then,
to see what happens.”
“That is all that concerns me, what happens next.”
Clark walked up to the Fordman house. A week had passed since
Whitney had left the farm and Clark missed having him near all the
time, but they met as often as they could. Two days ago, he'd gone
into town to meet Whit at the Talon and found him surrounded by his
old teammates and well wishers. Certain he couldn't compete with
that adoring crowd, Clark had wanted to turn around and go home but
Whitney had spotted him standing at the window, and his smile told
Clark all he needed to know. Whitney had spoken a few polite words
to his old friends, then hurried out to meet Clark.
That single, simple act had spoken volumes to Clark about where
he stood in Whitney's life.
Clark cleared his thoughts and looked at the emerald green Toyota
Forerunner in the driveway; Whitney’s newest baby. It had been fun
going to Granville to shop for a new vehicle with Whitney, and Clark
had been amazed that Whitney didn't want a truck.
"Bad news for me,” had been Whit's answer when Clark asked why
not. So he got a great deal on a pre-owned Forerunner.
“Clark? Are you ever going to come in?”
Clark looked over his shoulder and saw Betty Fordman smiling at
him from the doorway. “Sorry. How are you?”
Betty laughed. “I am well. And leaving. I’ll see you two on
Sunday…and Clark, let Whitney make the popcorn.”
Clark got a hug as she walked to her car. Clearly, he was never
going to live down burning the popcorn the one time. ‘Not my
fault Whitney’s ass is so great!’ he thought, but figured it
was best to keep that excuse to himself.
The storm-door slapped noisily as Whitney came out of the house
and hugged him as he waved good-bye to his mom. Clark hugged Whitney
Whitney led Clark inside the house and then kissed him. “Hi,
love.” Whitney blushed at saying that, but it was how he felt, no
denying it any longer.
Clark’s heart suddenly went a million miles a second. “Hi.” Clark
kissed him again, holding Whitney as close as possible.
“So, ready for a nice relaxing weekend?” Whitney asked.
Clark let go, and headed to the living room. “I don’t know about
relaxing. You owe me a rematch!”
Whitney laughed and pulled Clark into another hug. “Okay, Madden
2004 tournament shall begin…loser has to do what the winner wants in
Clark laughed and settled back to kick Whitney’s ass. “Bring it
on. How are you at giving tongue baths?”
They boys settled in Whitney’s room, getting comfortable in his
Queen sized bed. They'd had sex on the couch and then again in the
shower. Clark nestled against Whitney’s chest, enjoying the simple
act of being touched…and loved.
“Yeah?” Came the sleep heavy response.
Clark turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled closely to his
savior. “I could get used to this.” He felt an arm caress his
They fell asleep, safe in each other’s arms.