Sign for Me Ch. 03byMandartany©
Dion kissed me! Dion kissed me! Dion kissed me! That was like a chant in my mind as we walked back to our cabin that night.
We sat by the fire until midnight just talking about everything and nothing. No more kisses -- sigh - but I was happy for the one I had gotten. It was my first kiss! It made my head spin like nothing before.
Eventually I was dead tired and as I started to really fight to keep my eyes open Dion decided that we needed to call it a night. I wished the night could have lasted forever, but bed and pillow seemed awfully inviting too!
As usual Dion walked before me holding the light. I was only two steps behind him. I could have just reached and touched him, but I didn't dare. After the kiss we had gone back to our juvenile water war as if nothing had happened... It was fine by me since I didn't know how I should have responded -- if any response was even expected!
The kiss really blew my mind, like TOTALY. My body had hummed with need - it still did, in a way. I never even imagined that kissing could be that thrilling. If just kissing felt like this, what would it feel to have actual sex with somebody? My eyes roamed on Dion's slender backside. For some reason the idea about having sex didn't make me panic like it used to when I was home. I swallowed a chuckle. Dion had only kissed me, once, and I leaped into ideas of S-E-X. Maybe he didn't even want to have sex with me.
Before we got out of the woods Dion stopped in front of me and turned around. "Nemo." He mouthed and pulled me close to him again.
My hands hung by my sides and I closed my eyes in a wait for a second kiss; I even pursed my lips. The kiss never came. What was he waiting for? I opened my eyes to narrow slits and found Dion just looking at me in with the tiniest smile on his lips. My eyes went wide when his tongue peaked out and he licked over his lower lip.
A groan escaped me and I couldn't help myself as I pecked his lips with mine. That was all he had waited as he held me tighter and kissed me back. The kiss wasn't perfect or like in the movies but it felt like heaven to me: wet and sloppy; full of tongue and teeth. I would have wanted the kiss to last an eternity and I was starting to grind myself against his lean body with high hopes of something more when he pulled off of me.
"I didn't wanna give you a good night kiss inside the cabin or it might never have stopped," Dion said with a grin and fast signs.
I grinned back at him then took his fingers into my hand and gave them a quick kiss. As I let his hand go I signed 'good night' to him. That was something I knew how to do, but had not felt comfortable doing before.
Now with Dion even signing felt intimate. For that I apparently deserved one more kiss from him. He had known how special it was for me to sign that! We smiled lips attached. My mood was giddy and light and it was so unusual since I'd felt like walking in a thick smog for the past year. I just couldn't stop smiling!
After one final peck on my cheek he pulled me into a race to our cabin. When we got to the door I was completely breathless from the run and laughter.
Dion tried to shush me with no luck. The more I tried to stop myself from giggling the harder I laughed. Dion fought to keep calm too, but as we entered our humble home for the month we fell on to our beds and just let it all out in unison. We roared until our stomach hurt. Ouch.
The laughing made me feel perky for a second but then the tiredness simply hit me with full force. "Am I bad if I sleep with my clothes on?"
"Yes, that would be really nasty. Take them off!" Dion switched the light on by his night table.
"No lights!" I protest.
"But you can't see my signings without it. Besides I want to look at you when you get rid of your clothes." The Daredevil snickered in his bed folding his arms under his head as he lay on his back.
"Well I don't see any signs now!"
"How's this?" He stuck his tongue out at me and made a funny face that looked just adorable.
I was tempted to throw a pillow at him but then I remembered just where that led us the previous time. And I felt really tired now; exhausted actually. I blew out a wavering breath. Even a bigger yawn came from Dion's bed.
"Will you please shut the light?"
I went under my blanket and started to undress there. How witty of me! When I was done I turned over slightly and signed 'good night' for the second time tonight.
Dion signed it back to me and blew me a kiss. Then he shut the light for the night.
The second week started with annoying, hard rain. That meant indoor activities which I normally wouldn't object, but this time it meant I would have lesser possibilities to sneak out of sight with Dion, to share some stolen moments with my blue haired teen sex god.
We had not gone further than kisses here and there and some light touching with our clothes on and it was driving me crazy! I felt I would burst if something more wouldn't happen soon. Talk about a sexually frustrated teenager...
At nights we just slept in our own beds. Gosh! I would have loved to sleep next to Dion and wake up with him. I was hard for half of the time when he was near me, especially if he "accidentally" brushed my hand or bumped on me then escaped before I could retaliate. I loved that; it made me feel daring and wild.
Dion had kept things very, very light between us saying he didn't want to cross the boundaries as he was, after all, one of the camp instructors. Like I would have minded! Like I would have told a soul! I wasn't exactly out - except to Dion. I have no idea how he knew I liked boys, maybe he just saw how I drooled after him from day one. Maybe he had a perfect gaydar which I obviously lacked.
Dion had told me he was out. Like really, really out. Apparently he was active in many LGBT organizations in his home town.
To me that sounded in a way really scary and at the same time strangely liberating. He was so brave to be who he was. I wondered if I was ever going to be having the same level of comfort with myself.
For years I have stayed awake at nights and pictured myself out of the closet. How it would feel to be out and proud? No matter how hard I had tried, I could never see that happening with me. Now with the hearing loss I didn't want to cause any more pain or hardship to my parents than I already had.
To be honest, I didn't think I would come out any time soon even with no hearing troubles.
S... indoor camp site activities. Sigh. That did not count reading my own books or painting in privacy. It counted Ping-Pong, sketching together, table games, making food in small groups; all kinds of stuff to keep us teens active and communicating with each other.
I hated it! And not really because of the doing stuff together, since it was kinda fun, but because it kept me and Dion more separate than together.
Lil' Tia had decided to be my new best friend and after being annoyed at her at first, the tiny kid had me wrapped around her little finger. She had no troubles of making herself clear to me even with my limited interpretation skills. Her hands moved fast and just as eloquently as Dion's and she followed me around the maintenance unit until Dion gave her a task in the kitchen or sent me on a mission to guide the younger kids.
Our time together during day time was limited, but every night Dion and I would lie in our beds and chat facing each other. Slowly I had started to use my fingers too with my words. It was like an accent that I picked up without even noticing it. The signing classes had become more and more fun to me as we started to have topics to discuss. Dion was always there to help me.
My first signings were awkward and tentative, but eventually I didn't even pay much attention how my fingers moved and at first formed just words then complete sentences.
Dion encouraged me all the way, not so noticeably that I would get embarrassed, but enough to make me happy. Enough to make me blush as he signed me some naughty things and I so wanted to learn the meaning of those!
Wednesday morning we had a rare opportunity to sleep until nine. It was the chef's day off and there would be an open breakfast. Everyone would be making one for themselves. I actually woke up finding out the sun was shining for the first time in days. The rays entered our cabin from the window above my bed and I was fully awake immediately.
I fumbled my bag and pulled my mobile out only to see it flashing a text message. Who would text me this early? I had checked my phone before we went to bed and the message had to have come this morning.
My heart jumped to my throat as I saw it came from Miles. What did he want?
I quickly glanced at the sleeping form of Dion with only a thick curl of his blue hair visible from under the blankets. He was facing to the wall, the curve of his side making me want to reach out for him... Then my mind traveled back to the text message.
"Hi Nemo! I miss u. My summer just doesn't feel the same without u. Working for dad 3 days a week to get something really special. How's the camp been? Miles."
Wow. Miles actually texted me... We have not been talking or phoning for months and I have systematically refused to answer any of his calls for a while until he simply stopped.
What brought this on now? He misses me? That evoked something inside of me that I have been trying to push away hard. It shouldn't matter. It was still Miles, just a friend from my past. Nothing more!!!
Miles had been a friend, and for a short time I even had hoped for something more than friendship. Yet he had turned his back on me just when things started to fall down around me.
ONE stupid comment from him and I just KNEW I could NEVER tell him about my hearing loss.
"See Nemo, a retard! Hahah, can you see him? There, the one wearing a yellow shirt!"
We had been at the mall just chilling in a small group of friends when Miles had spotted a boy with his family. The boy had signed and talked funny. His words had been hardly understandable and there'd been lots of unusual tunes in his voice. Our whole group had started to laugh then and the boy's parents had quickly turned away from us and steered their son's attention towards a bookstore. His little sister had thrown us a dark, judging look. I have never felt more EMBARRASSED or as SORRY as I did then. I had felt tears burning in my eyes and had made a sudden excuse to leave and go home then and there. I wasn't able to face Miles then. I have been avoiding Miles ever since.
With a deep breath I pulled myself back to the present, to the sunny morning in the cabin, cold sweat still giving me the chills. What Miles texted me, should not matter at all -- it should not have this impact on me. With that thought I threw my legs off from the bed and got up with few stretches. My eyes turned towards Dion again. He had turned in his bed and I could see his still sleeping face now. His cheeks had a rosy color on them and he was smiling like he was having a pleasant dream. I tip toed to him and fell to my knees on his bed side. I lowered my face next to his and blew just a little to his face. No effect. I blew again... This time I could see Dion's nose wiggle. Cute!
I became bolder as he didn't wake up. I let myself lean even closer and pecked his cheek with my lips. I even gave it a small lick too!
Then everything happened so fast I could not react at all!
Dion moved like a professional wrestler, turning to his back and pulling me on top of him; locking his arms and legs around me in a grip of death - all the time grinning at me wickedly. I swear the boy could move fast!
"Wasn't this a nice surprise... I want this kind of a wakeup call every morning from now on!" His signs were morning-sloppy but I didn't care.
"Dream on!" I tried to wiggle myself out of his grip without any chance of succeeding. I did however manage to rub our morning woods together. Not intended but oh-so-nice!
"Oh I will be dreaming about it after this!" Even a wider grin. "Your breath stinks..."
"Then let me go."
"Mine stinks too..." With that he kissed me and loosened his hands at the same time. He didn't need to hold me close since I was not going anywhere now! I was pudding in his arms and the kiss was hotter than anything we had done before. Haha! I swear, that's how I always felt when he kissed me!
The full body contact had its perks too; as well as the horizontal positioning. I wanted to pull away the blanket still between us to get more skin on skin contact but my hands were busy trying to avoid his tickling on my sides.
"Di...ion! Stop, haha!"
He bit my ear and distracted me for a bit then returned to kissing me. I think I was in heaven! Until Dion started to chuckle too. He told me I had started making meowing sounds. I told him he was a liar! He told me it was cute. I bit his lip before kissing it better.
We probably kept kissing for minutes before I had to stop and go to pee. Darn nature when it calls in the most unwanted moment!
When I came back Dion was up too and brushing his teeth in front of our cabin above a water container. His boxer-shorts clothed butt was in the air and it looked so inviting. I walked next to him and gave it a slight slap then just started to brush my teeth like nothing had happened.
We grinned at each other the whole morning. I didn't think about Miles message at all. 'Liar' my brain said every time it slipped back to my mind. I would not answer his message and that was my final decision.
The camp was on a commotion that day since we started to plan - to my horror - an overnight camping trip with tents and all. To sleep in the nature, in the wild! Oh Lord, take me now! The idea hiking for hours and hours made me wince but the sleeping in the tent was simply tearing my insides up. I would not get any sleep before or during the Hike of Hell if I was forced to go along. I was just so scared about everything in the woods!
And I was forced to go along with plan. Only if I developed chickenpox overnight or sprained my ankle I might be spared from the horrors of the wild.
They paired us with our cabin mates and the tents were divided accordingly. I would share a tent with Dion! That was about the only bright thing in the horrible event to come. The hiking trip would happen during the next weekend and I'd started to dread it already.
"Why? I don't understand you." Dion smiled and patted my shoulder. "It will be fun! You can see amazing stuff there... We'll be going to the cliffs and see the river run from high above it! That was one of the best experiences I had last summer in this camp."
"Well... I'm sure it will be beautiful once we get there, but I hate walking and carrying HEAVY stuff on my back while doing it. I hate the mosquitoes. I hate sweating and panting. I just hate everything about it."
"Oh you are such a sissy." He didn't say it in a way that made me feel bad, besides he was right.
"And there will be snakes! I can't stand snakes! And what about bears? Or cougars?" I was fake-whining now.
"Hahaaahhaa." Dion then taught me to sign a cougar, a bear and a snake. He made learning so much fun for me!
In the middle of the sign class I felt a buzz in my pocket. I pulled my cell out and saw a text message. Another form Miles!
"Hi, just wanted to say I'm going to try and keep contact with u more. I hope u will answer to me -- eventually. What did I do? I miss u. Miles."
I blushed as I read it. I would not answer a thing. He was so not worth my time, not anymore.
"Was it your mum?" Dion signed me.
I just shrugged and put the phone back to my pocket. "Do you realize we will be sleeping much closer in the tent," I winked to distract him from the message. I didn't want to explain Miles to him yet.
"Gasp!" Dion faked shocked but then laughed out loud. "Very true. Something to look forward to during the trip, right?"
"Definitely one of the up sides." I still didn't feel light enough to joke more. "I'm gonna go to Tia now and find out what she has learnt about the hiking stuff."
My mind wandered back to Mile's text. He planned on keeping more contact with me. What did he mean about that?
"Nemo, are you alright?" Dion took my hand. "You sort of zoned out for a bit."
"Yeah." I forced a smile for the first time with him.
I don't want to show him how hard things are. I always keep my battles to myself, like I did with Miles.
The phone burned a hole in my pocket. Why, oh why, did he have to contact me again?