Summer Ch. 12bysexuscumlupus©
Sera hadn't rung. Thomas didn't want the phrase to be repeating in his head, but it was, like a mantra in his brain. He hasn't rung, he hasn't rung. Thomas hadn't been back to Sera's flat, though he had thought about it, spent whole days playing with the key in his pocket. He refused to admit, even to himself, that the morning in the shower was to be the last time they were together. He dreamed of the other boy constantly, every thought ended up with some image of him. His face, the feel of his skin, the taste of his release. The wounds healed over to dark marks. Thomas lay on his bed, a week after that day and stroked himself in the same way Sera would, wanting the other boy so badly he cried real tears when he came, spending the night awake in an afterglow that seemed lonely and cold.
The last official day of classes arrived. It was the sort of day when everyone turned up, not expected to do any work, just have fun and talk to all their friends. Thomas sat through English depressed. Sera wasn't there. His seat remained empty under Thomas's blue gaze. It was almost as though he could will the boy into being with force of mind. After the lesson he found himself in the art block. As if in a daze, he wandered into the art studio and located the smiling figure of Sera. The slim Latino was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that lay open at the collar, and a pair of long denim shorts. He was chatting to his friends as they all sat about in a rough sort of circle, smoking and laughing. Thomas walked across the room silently to stand behind Sera's chair. The conversation stilled and Sera twisted to look up at the blond boy.
He scowled, excused himself and led Thomas out into the empty darkroom. He slammed the door, locked it, and turned to the smaller boy looking annoyed. He opened his mouth to speak but Thomas cut him off.
"What am I to you Sera?" He was surprised at how angry he sounded, his voice tight and harsh but low.
Sera sighed deeply, and Thomas could see all the muscles in his chest flew as he raised a hand to comb through his hair.
"Drop it Thomas," he said languidly, "Don't strain yourself theorizing."
"No," the blond boy stepped up to him, still managing to look him in the eye as he spoke, "I'm not taking that bullshit for an answer this time."
Sera pushed him back forcefully and Thomas fell into the black workbench. Chemicals in their bottles sloshed. Sera looked demonic under the dim red light.
"Take it!" he yelled, "It's the only answer you'll get! What do you want from me anyway?"
"Answers!" shot back Thomas angrily, standing up straight again, "What am I to you? Just a cheap fuck and a model for your art? Someone to suck you off between classes?" Thomas was right up against him now, holding the collar of Sera's shirt bunched in his fist. Sera didn't get a chance to reply as Thomas stopped being a smaller weaker boy and his anger turned him into a force of nature, turning Sera round and slamming him into the wall. The blond boy held him tight there, hands moving quickly across the front of his trousers, pushing away the fall of the open shirt. Sera bucked against his touch and tried to pull away. Thomas merely pushed him harder as the darker boy's trousers were pulled down around his knees.
"Thomas, stop it," Sera's voice was surprisingly calm, even though he shook terribly as he heard Thomas slip two fingers into his own mouth then draw them over his hard on. Sera made one last attempt to get free, but Thomas was far more persistent than he expected and pushed at him roughly. The Latino had seconds to brace himself against the wall before Thomas pushed into him. He screamed in pain, muffling the cry by biting his lip. Blood trickled down his jaw. Thomas moaned low. It felt so fantastic, better than anything as he buried himself it the hot impossibly tight sheath of Sera's body. The other boy was shaking under his hands as he shifted still deeper inside him. Sera moaned again as Thomas prodded the dark spot inside him that caused white fire to fly along his veins, every nerve like a strike of lightning.
The smaller boy moved with a steady rhythm, marvelling at how easily the action came to him. Sera shook and groaned with each thrust, pressed flush to the wall. He turned his face sideways, his eyes closed, cheek pressed to the plasterboard. He was crying. Tears flowed down his face and the sight made Thomas gasp. Sera shivered and stilled as he flowed against the wall, not having been touched by either of them.
"I love you," Thomas whispered and he came on the wings of his admission, spilling into Sera with a moan. He collapsed against the taller boy and in an odd parody it was Sera who was supporting Thomas as the smaller boy pulled from him. Thomas looked up at the other as Sera pulled away from the wall and turned to look at him. His mouth was bloody and the tears had made tracks down his cheeks. Thomas thought he looked like an angel fallen from grace as he stood on his toes to kiss away the blood and the tears.
"I'll come see you tonight. Wait by the bridge," Thomas smiled as he pulled up his trousers and left the dark room.
Behind him Sera sunk to the floor, a hidden blush spreading under his skin as he put a hand to his abdomen and it came away sticky. He ached, a sharp-sweet pain deep inside him as he sat there. Exhausted he watched Thomas go with hooded dark eyes. The other boy's words ricocheted around his head. I love you. Sera didn't know quite how long he sat there before finally getting up with a wince and getting back into his clothes.
As promised, Thomas was waiting at five o'clock, leaning back against the metal railing of the bridge. Students swarmed everywhere, some nodding to Thomas as they left campus. Sera felt very separate from the noisy laughing crowd. Thomas looked through at the Latino boy and smiled to him. Sera felt his knees go weak. He walked, side by side, with the other boy over the bridge. They went to the Grange, neither having said a word, and Thomas sat down on the grass by the dry canal and beckoned Sera to do the same. The dark skinned boy sat with him and looked out across the brick lined gully to the grass on the other side. Thomas touched his shoulder gently. It was as if the motion un-corked Sera, who had spent the entire afternoon in dejected silence, and the words came out in a rush of sound.
"I'm sorry," he began, "Sorry I hurt you, sorry I didn't talk to you. I should have cared more I know. I don't want you to leave but I know you're going to. I don't know why. I don't have the answers."
"What makes you think I'm leaving?" Thomas slipped down to lie on his side, using Sera's leg as a pillow.
"Because I..." Sera trailed off, looking down at the other boy who simply lay, smiling up at him. Dark fingers sifted through mid length golden blond hair, "You meant what you said, back in the dark room, didn't you?" Thomas merely nodded mutely, nuzzling into Sera's shorts, fingers lying perilously close to the warmth between his thighs. The other boy gulped audibly.
"I love you," whispered Thomas into the denim, his eyes flickering closed.
Sera sat in silence surrounded by the life of summer in the quiet town. Small children laughed and jumped and cried and ran about as small children do. Elderly couples walked slowly on the cobbled paths or sat on wooden benches along with watchful parents. Students lay on the grass, few working, some reading casually as other chatted. Thomas lay seemingly asleep, his hair spread out behind him, a few soft locks hiding his face. Sera lifted them carefully away. The boy in his lap looked more like an angel than he had in Sera's painting of him. To be truthful, Sera didn't much like the thing, it wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as Thomas really was. Sera bent down and placed a kiss on Thomas's cheek. He found the other boy's mouth eager on his own as the boy turned his head and offered himself up for Sera. For once the other boy was less greedy as he took from Thomas, kissing him with delighted fervour. They broke, both gasping for breath.
"Come back with me?"
Thomas considered the question for a moment before nodding. Without shifting his position he pulled out his phone and dialled his house.
"Hey, it's me. Yeah, don't hold dinner. I'm staying out tonight." A pause, "Yeah, I'm staying with friends. Thanks, see you." He cut the call off and slipped his phone back in his pocket. Sera smiled as he watched Thomas get to his feet, brushing dry grass of his shorts.
They arrived at Sera's house not ten minutes later, mouths crushed together the second they were through the door. Thomas moaned into Sera's mouth as the taller boy snaked out an arm around his hips and pulled him close, letting him feel the hard heat between his legs. Sera let out a growl as Thomas slipped to his knees, hands on the front of the other boy's shorts. Thomas helped him out of them, pushing the fabric away across the floor. Fingertips glanced over his leaking erection and Sera shivered as Thomas knelt up and leant forwards. Sera let out a groan as Thomas's mouth closed around him. He had lost none of his technique as Sera hardened still further in his mouth, then pulled back, panting. Thomas's face was a picture as his brow creased. Sera fell to his knees and kissed Thomas deeply, the motion of his tongue wiping the frown from his face.
"Wait," he pleaded, breaking the kiss, his lips gliding down over Thomas's skin, nibbling the sensitive cartilage of his earlobe, hands carefully undoing the buttons of his shirt. The cotton slipped over the pale boy's shoulders and Sera moved down, punctuating his licks and kisses with soft bites to Thomas's skin, taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking on it gently. Thomas moaned, one hand in Sera's hair as he looked at the other boy. Sera peeled himself out of his shirt and Thomas smiled as his companion's body was revealed. Sera moved with a beautiful grace that no one should be in possession of by simply removing a piece of clothing. He laid Thomas down softly, stroking across his chest and abdomen as the pale boy reached out and did the same. Sera's slim fingers pulled down the fly of his trousers with excruciating slowness, a soft press to get Thomas to raise his hips from the floor before the Latino drew down his jeans and threw them aside. He returned to sit there, simply looking at Thomas, smiling.
Sera lay down next to him and Thomas slipped under the other boy's arm, fitting neatly into the slight curve of Sera's body, his head pillowed on his shoulder. The dark skinned boy wrapped an arm around him and smiled at the feeling of skin on skin all the way down his body. Thomas traced abstract swirls across the other boy's skin, teasing at his dark nipples and the soft trail of hair that thickened down towards the hot hardness between his thighs. Sera caught the rogue hand, kissing the palm before guiding it down past his abdomen. Thomas let out a delighted sigh when at the same moment Sera's fingers closed around him.
For a long time they simply lay, becoming accustomed to each other's presence and the feel of skin on skin as they moved together. They came almost together into each other's hands, Thomas's moans a perfect counterpoint to Sera's deep growl as he flowed into the other's palm. Thomas kissed him as much as he could, licking him clean and kissing him again. They dozed off on the floor, woke up only an hour later to move to the bed and lay, curled up in a tangle of light and dark limbs and hair, each lost in peaceful dreamless sleep.