Free Wes and Toren by J.M. Colail

who.”
    Wesley’s face dropped and his grin disappeared. “You don’t mean that, do you?” I couldn’t bear to look at his wounded face. “I’m only acting like this because of you. You’re the one who’s so afraid of people finding out about us. What am I supposed to do?” His voice was forceful; he believed every word he said. He tilted his head to the side and his expression softened. “Don’t you trust me?”
    I glanced up and tears rimmed my eyes. “I-I just….” I didn’t know what to say. I did trust him, but I didn’t know what to do either.
    “You’re the person I want to be with. It’s just…frustrating that I can’t act the way I want to around you. I want to be able to hold your hand and kiss you. It doesn’t matter what other people think because you’re the one I want.”
    “I-I’m sorry.”

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    Wesley stepped closer to me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he said, brushing my arm with his fingertips. “I guess I just have to learn to be patient.”
    He laughed quietly and closed his eyes. I felt relief seeing his smile again. He drove me home and parked in an empty spot. Alycia was out with Mike and Mom was still at work.
    Wesley led me to the couch and pulled down the zipper on my blue jeans. My body was already on fire and Wesley fanned the flames. He stopped and looked in my eyes with a simple smile on his face.
    “You know, it kinda made me happy that you got jealous. Because it means you really are into me,” he said, the dim light shadowing his handsome face. I acknowledged the jealousy I felt and kissed him lightly. “But, just so you know, you don’t have any reason to be jealous.
    You’re the one I want.” He slid his hand under the elastic band of my boxers and frigged me slowly with nimble fingers. I shuddered and pulled him closer. “Do you want me to use my hand or my mouth?” he whispered in my ear.
    I blushed and looked into his eyes. “I want…to kiss you.” Wesley moved his hand back and forth and I bit my lip. “That way, I can too.”
    “Wanna go to your room then? So it doesn’t get…messy out here?”
    I swallowed hard then nodded. I led him down the hall to my bedroom and he pulled me close. I could feel how hard he was and I shyly traced his stomach to the top of his blue jeans. He helped me unfasten them and he lowered me to my bed. His kiss was warm and hungry and he took me in one hand while he guided my hand with his other. He climbed atop me, keeping his hand in place, then leaned down and kissed me. My body listened to his every whim, my mind was hazy, and I didn’t even know if I was still breathing. I moved my hand in time with his strokes and I bit my lower lip as I reached the edge of climax.
    “Wait…just a sec,” Wesley murmured, slowing his hand.
    I opened my eyes and looked at Wesley’s flushed face. I increased the pressure and speed and Wesley squeezed his eyes shut. He pulled me into him and we came together, our laboring bodies pressed close.

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    The feeling was incredible, the intimacy of climaxing in unison. He rested his head on my chest and I stroked my fingers through his hair. He looked up at me and smiled shyly, an unusual expression for him, and I kissed him softly.
    We lay on my bed for a long while. I could feel my heart thumping and I knew Wesley could hear it. His head on my chest rose and fell with my breathing and I smiled; I was really falling in love with him.

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    WESLEY called as he was leaving work and told me he was coming over. I hung up the phone and Alycia ran out in a panic. Her hair was uncombed and ratty and she was wearing her pink, fluffy slippers.
    “Was that Mike?” she asked.
    “No, it was Wesley,” I answered, setting down the phone and trying to contain my laughter. Alycia threw her hands up and marched down the hall, stomping her feet. She was cussing under her breath.
    “What’s with her?” Mom asked, looking into the living