One More Year Ch. 12

Jamie and Ellie kept the kids very entertained. He'd stand by the side of the pool, and throw them in when they asked him to, eliciting excited screams and giggles. Ellie would wade around with them and listen to whatever stories they wanted to tell her. Dot told Ellie she looked like a princess, and I almost laughed at how much Ellie's face lit up at that.

I mostly just watched to make sure nothing too dangerous happened, but I never got worried. It was just very fun and wholesome, and I didn't have to think about anything else. Des got tired first, leaving his sister to chat more with Ellie, so he could go watch TV, but then eventually Dot got bored and wanted to join him. After the twins left, I offered Jamie and Ellie drinks, and we sat around the table, chatting aimlessly.

"Okay, I should get going." Ellie said, seizing on a lull in the conversation.

"Lame." Jamie said. "It's not even dark yet."

"I need to talk to someone."

"Who?" Jamie asked.

"None of your business."

"Who do you need to talk to?" I looked up at Ellie, smirking.

She grinned at me. "I'll tell you later."

"You guys suck." Jamie shook his head, but smiled anyway. Ellie let herself out, and I got another round of beers for the two of us once she was gone.

"Gary, right? He's the one she's going to talk to." He took the beer from me.

I shrugged. "Probably, but I don't know. She'll tell me about it later."

"And you won't tell me?"

"Nope." I grinned.

"Why was she so mad after talking to him?" He leaned forward.

"Can't tell you that either."

He sighed. "I hope Ellie is this good at keeping your secrets."

"Trust me, she is." I smiled broadly.

"Well, that's good." He leaned back. "What are you up to now? Want me to take off?"

"No, I'm not doing anything, really." I shrugged. "I'll probably just play video games or something if you leave. So we could just do that anyway, if you want to hang out."

"Okay, cool. Just kick me out when you're tired of me then."

"Will do."

His company was actually very enjoyable - especially now that he had a shirt on, and I could focus a bit better. Not having to deal with constant reminders of Eric, and always being asked how I was doing - which had been happening with Ellie, Louis and Melissa - was also very refreshing. I could deal with it when I felt like dealing with it, and just enjoy my rare break from school in the meantime.

The fact that he'd also just been broken up with - much more recently than I had - was also oddly comforting. He didn't seem to be letting it get to him - he was out here, with us, having a fun day. I wanted to do the same. We finished our beers with the chatter staying on very casual topics, but when I'd gotten back from throwing the bottles away, he was giving me a searching look.

"I'm a good guy, right?"

"Yeah," I said, laughing at the sudden pivot of the conversation. "I'd say you're good. Why?"

"I just feel like you're not telling me about some secret you have with Ellie because you think I might judge you. Or tell someone. Or something."

"I guess I'm a little worried about that, yeah." I shrugged.

"Come on, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone and I won't judge you. I promise."

"I just really don't know how to talk about it."

"Fine," he said. "Can I have three guesses then?"

I smiled, and wondered if he'd land on the truth. I prepared myself to bluff if he did. "Sure."

"Okay. I don't actually have too many ideas, so I'll use my first guess to just make extra sure. So here it is: You and Ellie actually ARE in some sort of modern, open relationship."

"Nope." I crossed my arms, grinning smugly.

"Okay. So this is not my main guess, but I'll throw it out there. You're having a secret relationship with a teacher, and you don't want her to go to jail."

"Definitely not." I was about to ask him which teacher, but then it occurred to me that I probably didn't want to know which one of them Jamie thought would be okay with having sex with a student. Knowing Jamie and his group of friends, one of them might even have had firsthand experience.

"Okay. My last guess is you're sleeping with some other guy's girlfriend."

I laughed out loud at that one. I supposed his guesses were all good things to have been keeping secret, but somehow the idea of myself as some sort of girlfriend-stealing ladies-man struck me as the most funny of the three.

"I don't know, you seem a bit defensive on that one. I think I'm on to something. Besides," He said slyly. "Who's Jessica then? And Eric."

"What?" Oh, fuck.

"Ellie said something about 'Jessica' and 'Eric', I think." He grimaced. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to listen in on you guys, but I just overheard it."

Three or four beers in, I was very relaxed, and probably not at the pinnacle of my decision-making abilities. But Jamie did seem like a good guy, and more than anything, I was tired of tiptoeing around it. I obviously didn't want yet another person to pity me, and ask me how I was feeling all the time. But if anyone could know about what had happened with Eric and not do that, it was probably Jamie. It suddenly seemed like it could be a really good idea to just tell him.

I exhaled deeply. "Eric is my ex-boyfriend."

"Hah, fuck off." He grinned, and looked at my expression, at which point his face got more serious. "Oh shit. Really?"

"Yeah."

"So... you're gay."

"Yes."

"Wow." He leaned back. "Man, I had no idea."

I shrugged, and took another sip of my drink. It felt less stressful now. There was plenty of time to panic about whether he'd tell everyone at school later. I was feeling a bit reckless, anyway, and it wouldn't be a problem for a couple of weeks.

"God, I just want to ask a million questions." He laughed. "But I don't want to be offensive."

"That's a good instinct," I said. "Go with that. You've already found out plenty."

"True, true." He nodded. "So... when did you guys break up?"

"Just over a week ago."

"Oh, shit man. I'm sorry." he said. "That sucks."

I just shrugged.

"At least we can commiserate, right?" he said.

"Right."

"So... you don't want to talk about it?"

"Nope."

"I get that." He shook his head. "I think I'm fine about this Megan thing, but like... It definitely sucks. And I kind of just want everyone to not mention it, you know?"

"I really do."

"I won't tell anyone." His tone went serious again. "About you... being into guys."

"Thanks," I said. "I'm still mostly not telling anyone."

He nodded. "Sun's going down. It's going to get too cold to sit outside."

"Let's go inside then. We can play Tomb Raider or something - if you don't want to go home yet."

"Yeah, why not?"

He grabbed another couple of beers out of my fridge, and we sat down on my couch. I fired up the game, and we started taking turns, passing the controller back and forth for a while. We didn't really talk much, and just quietly focused on the game.

The day had turned out really nice - uncomplicated and casual, just effortlessly hanging out with friends. And now Jamie knew I was gay too, and that hadn't seemed to go badly. He'd pretty quickly gotten over any sense of shock, and he hadn't made it weird yet.

"So did Eric, like, ever... suck you off?" he asked, while it was my turn.

I'd just taken a sip from my beer, and it felt more like luck than anything else that I didn't choke on it, and spray beer everywhere. "That's a little fucking personal, don't you think?"

He smirked. "Hey, I'm just making conversation. I'd tell you about Megan's blowjobs."

"Ugh, no thanks." I turned back to focus on the game.

"I hear gay guys do it much better than girls. Think that's true?"

I frowned. "How the hell would I know? I've been blown by literally zero girls."

"Was he good at it though?"

"Jesus Jamie. Fine." I sighed deeply. "Yes, okay, he was good. But I'm not getting those blowjobs any more. So can we drop it, please?"

"Right. That's fair." He chuckled. "Sorry."

Jamie went quiet after that, and I was a bit worried that I'd pissed him off by being too defensive. I know a lot of guys didn't have hangups talking to their friends about sex, but it still felt kind of weird to me that Jamie knew. But when I handed the controller back to him, he took it from me with a mischievous grin.

"So." He started playing, but then quickly glanced across at me. "Did you ever blow him?"

"Are we still doing this?"

"I could talk about Megan sucking me off. She never tried to shield her teeth. Half of the time it was like she was trying to bite my cock off."

"Holy shit." I laughed at the thought, despite my strong desire to not keep talking about this.

"And she had those long nails... handjobs made it feel like I was putting it in one of those medieval torture cage things."

"Iron maidens. Those weren't real."

"They're real - I've lived it."

That drew a particularly big laugh from me, but no reply.

"So anyway," he continued, "Did you suck his dick?"

"I already told you he sucked mine." I scoffed. "Do you think I'd be rude?"

He laughed softly. "Did you like it?"

Part of me really didn't want to sit here pontificating on the joys of sucking dick to a straight guy. But part of me also just didn't care any more. It was the sort of thing that I couldn't talk about with Louis, who would blush and get awkward, or Ellie, who - god forbid - might gleefully participate in such a conversation.

"Yeah, okay, I liked it."

"Huh. Wild." He kept his eyes on the screen. "What's so great about it?"

"I don't know.... should we really be talking about this?"

"What, like a priest is going to pop out of your laundry basket and shout at us?" He turned to me and grinned. "I'm just wondering. Megan hated it. Or pretended to, or something. Just tell me what you like about it. I won't get grossed out. Promise."

"Okay, fine. I liked the musky smell, and the taste was... a turn on. And I kind of like that his dick would change."

"Like a transformer? Did his dick change into a cappuccino machine?"

"No, you goddamn weirdo." I grinned, shaking my head. "He... got harder when I sucked him, and softer after he came. That sort of thing."

"Ah, right. Did you like the taste of his cum too?"

"So many fucking questions." I laughed. "If you're that curious why don't you just suck my dick, and figure it out yourself."

I'd intended it as a joke - a way of shutting the conversation down - but as the silence stretched on for a few heartbeats longer than I thought it should, I began to wonder if I'd just messed up, and taken it too far. The possibility of something like this happening was exactly why I hadn't wanted to talk about it in the first place.

But then Jamie laughed, and I suddenly wasn't sure that the awkward pause had even happened. Maybe I was just being a bit paranoid - telling him had kind of been a big step, and there was a chance I was just anticipating stress unnecessarily. I did that a lot. But I decided to reel it in anyway, just in case I was actually making him uncomfortable.

We went back to the much safer conversation of navigating the video game. I kept glancing at him to make sure he wasn't freaking out, and I thought I caught him looking at me a couple of times while I was taking my turn at the game. I was on edge - still a little bit worried that I'd weirded him out - and I wasn't playing as well as I could have.

"Theoretically," he began slowly, while I was in the middle of navigating a series of obstacles in the game that had been killing us for a while.

"Yeah?" I thought he was about to offer some input on what was happening on the screen.

"If I did want to see what it was like to suck a guy off, and you let me blow you... That would be like a win-win, right?"

"What?" I fumbled the jump I was trying to make, and Lara Croft plummeted to her untimely death.

He calmly took the controller from me, and began his turn. "I'm just saying that I'd get to find out stuff, and you'd get to cum. Win-win, right?"

"Uh... Right." I pushed myself back on the couch and crossed my arms, fairly sure he was joking.

"And since you're not rude, I'd get a blowjob back, right?" he said calmly. He clearly was taking to the topic much more casually than I was - while successfully navigating a series of obstacles in the game. I didn't know what to make of it. It felt like a trap.

"I guess." I cleared my throat. "Theoretically."

"And you'd like that too, since you like sucking dick, so the whole thing is like Win-win-win-win."

"That's a lot of wins." My mouth was dry.

"Yeah, four wins." He turned his head towards me slightly, smirking. "Theoretically."

"Of course."

My gaze snapped back to the screen. I didn't know if he was joking, or fucking with me in some twisted way. But I was hard as a rock, and very uncomfortable, since I didn't feel like I could adjust myself in front of him without it being very clear what I was doing. So I watched the game, and tried to think about anything else. Nothing came to mind.

"I need a break." He paused the game, and set down the controller. My eyes followed him as he stood up, and I couldn't help but glance at the sliver of skin that revealed itself at the bottom of his shirt as he stretched. I looked away, and didn't quite register his movement until he was standing right in front of me, staring down.

He winked. "Maybe I should try something new."

My brain stalled - I was still trying to process what he'd been saying, and my thoughts were all over the place. But there was no mistaking the warmth of his hand on my knee as he braced himself while he kneeled on the floor in front of me, or the whiff of chlorine and charcoal smoke that drifted off of him as he moved his head forward.

His hand slid gently upwards along my inner thigh, forcing my legs open - meeting no resistance from my muscles, which didn't seem to be under my control any more - and sending ripples of shock roiling up my body as his fingers worked their way under my shorts. He smirked. "Looks like you could use some help down here, anyway."

I nodded - mechanically, involuntary - as he reached up to my waistband and slowly untied the drawstring. Once it came loose, he tugged at my swimming shorts and my hips lifted up, as if of their own accord, and he pulled them away, letting the drop on the floor next to him. My erection sprung out, bobbing near his chin, causing him to smirk.

He fixed me with his deep blue eyes while he reached out to wrap my shaft in his hand. I gasped, and he let out a deep breath which hit my skin in a wave of unexpected heat. He began to pump with his hand, grinning up at me. "Nice. I've never touched another guy's dick before. I can sort of see why you like it."

I groaned, closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Shock warred inside me with the sensations that Jamie was drawing from me with the friction of his hand and the warmth of his body pressed against my thighs. I half expected to open my eyes and to have imagined the whole thing, but he was still there when I looked back down.

Jamie Thomas - of all people - between my knees, giving me a mischievous grin and shrugging. "Here we go, I guess."

His face darted forward, and before I'd even had time for another thought, the head of my dick was making its way past his lips, sliding along his tongue, and colliding with the back of his throat.

"Fuck." I let out a loud moan, my breath now coming out in heavy, gasping rounds.

His eyes flicked up to me, glinting with something. Amusement? Satisfaction? Either way, he carried on, getting into a rhythm that kept causing my brain to jump around and latch onto random details - the tanned hue of the skin on his neck, or the muscles tensing in his arm as he braced himself against me.

Another groan escaped me, maybe - at that point I couldn't be sure I had ever stopped. Reaching out my hand, I tentatively threaded it through his short, golden hair, and held his head lightly, following along with his motions as he bobbed up and down on my dick.

The hand he'd had wrapped around my dick dropped down to his waist, where he reached inside his shorts and pulled out his own erection, which he began to pump at furiously. He moaned his pleasure, a humming vibration which reverberated through my crotch, pulsing up and down my whole body.

Involuntarily, my fingers tightened in his hair, and the muscles of my arm tensed, forcing him down further onto my shaft. He gagged loudly, and the sound caused me to loosen my grip immediately, as he pulled away, sputtering slightly.

"Too deep," he gasped.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's okay." He was still energetically pumping away at his own dick, and after a few breaths he dived back forwards and took my entire length in his mouth again.

He immediately got back into a rhythm, which he slowly began to speed up, and up, and up. I was gasping for air, my breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts, as I felt waves of pleasure wash over me, and that familiar pressure building. "Fuck, Jamie, I'm going to cum."

He didn't even look over at me - he just gave me a thumbs up, and increased his speed, yet again. With every raising and lowering of his head I inched closer and closer, and then I was there, moaning so loud it was almost a scream, feeling myself erupt.

He sputtered slightly, but kept his mouth wrapped around me. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, and a trickle of my cum ran down from the corner of his lips, forming a drop at the base of his chin. At first, he didn't let go of my increasingly sensitive dick while he continued to pump at himself, eventually pulling back and breathlessly moaning.

"Fuck." His whole body tensed, and I looked down to his dick to see ropes of cum shoot out and splatter my shin, foot and the floor. He shuddered, gasped, and a few last dribbles ran out. He let out a shaky laugh, and looked down at my foot. "Sorry about that."

I nodded. My mind was now a lot clearer, unsurprisingly, but the whole thing felt surreal - sitting here naked from the waist down, with my foot in a puddle of cum, while he kneeled between my legs. I cleared my throat. "Um... there are towels in the bathroom."

"Right, sure." He hopped up, and tucked his softening penis back into his shorts, marching away from me.

I heard the tap run for a couple of seconds, and a few moments later he'd returned with a towel, which he helpfully used to clean my shin and foot. His face was clean, and his hair was wet at the edges. He finished off mopping me up by lifting my leg, and wiping the bottom of my foot.

"My bad." I think he was referring to the mess, but I wasn't sure.

"No problem." I tried to act as casually as I could.

He grabbed my shorts from where he'd tossed them on the floor, and handed them to me. I wriggled into them, while he went to sit down on the couch again and picked up the controller. He got right back into the game, and I watched him play, unsure if I should say anything.

Eventually, the silence grew unbearable, and I just sputtered out the question that was at the top of my mind. "Are you okay?"

I was vaguely annoyed at myself for asking that. Making sure Jamie wasn't going to freak out seemed like a good priority, but the question reminded me of how Eric had been after our first time together. Besides, it wasn't what I was really curious about. What I really wanted to know was why the hell he'd just done that. But I hadn't even begun to figure out how to approach that particular topic.

"Yep. I'm crushing it now. Haven't died once. Good thing I took a break." He turned to me and winked.

Well, fuck. That wasn't exactly anywhere near the response I'd been expecting. I went quiet again, trying to focus on the screen. It didn't work out for me - I caught myself frequently glancing over at him. He started up a casual chat about the game eventually, and even though I was only offering monosyllabic responses, he kept going. Of the two of us, if anyone was freaking out about what had happened, it was me - not Jamie.