Simple Things(16)

After Carter finished, they sat quietly for a long moment. Jeremy, if he  was even capable of it, felt this blossom of deep affection for the  guy. Fucking Carter Darling. Precious like his name. Jeremy stared at  Carter for a moment and let himself think about if things were  different …

"So. Why do you do it?"

"What?" Jeremy asked, lost.                       
       
           



       

"I told you my sob story. What's yours?"

Jeremy laughed shakily at that, and how could he not answer now? "I'm an asshole."

Carter laughed, then put his hand over his mouth like he hadn't meant to. "Well, we know that much."

"No. I mean, that's why I started. I just started while I was hanging  out with friends. And I won't lie, we're all just a bunch of bored rich  kids with rich kids' problems. And I tried to quit. But it sucks so  bad." As if to prove the point, his body wracked with a violent shudder,  but he stilled a bit after that. He had never been this candid about  why he started using drugs. He wasn't sure he had even realized it until  now. And he would admit, it was exactly as stupid as it sounded,  especially for how shitty he felt.

"Mostly, it's because my family is loud and because they smile and I  feel like an outsider. I feel so detached and I want to hurt them."

Carter put a hand on Jeremy's shoulder, and Jeremy realized he was  crying. He looked at Carter, feeling like the biggest fucking idiot. And  how did this kid do that to him? How'd he pull that shit out just  because?

"Jeremy?"

"Yeah?" Jeremy sniffled, knowing he sounded pitiful.

"That's dumb."

Jeremy couldn't help it. He honest to goodness guffawed. Loud.

Carter handed him a king size chocolate bar. "Daphne sent this for you." Carter stood and started brushing off his pants.

"I hope you can laugh with them one day," Carter said. Jeremy blinked  owlishly, surprised by the poignancy of the words, and watched Carter  slip down the ladder, then followed his progress as he walked down the  path toward the house.



Jeremy was pulled from his memories by a movement. He realized Daphne  had turned his way and, with a wide smile on her face, she waved him  inside. He saw Carter cast a wink his way.

He knew Carter had heard his music, but he wondered if Carter noticed  that song, one of the few he had written himself. It had been inspired  by what Carter had said, it was a song about a boy who looked inside the  windows, wishing he could smile too.

Jeremy hadn't even thought about that song in ages. And he didn't know  why he was suddenly so sentimental. But he did think he was ready to go  inside where the people were smiling.

He walked in the door. "Hello, family unit. Are we discussing what an  asshole I am again?" he asked. His mother cried foul over his language  and Sarah rolled her eyes. But Carter smiled his exasperated, sweet  smile that was just for him, complete with a flutter of strawberry blond  lashes that had Jeremy's sentimental side flying out the window and his  other head engaging its upright position.

He moved right beside Carter, joining in the conversation with them. He  made sure to rub his forearm against Carter's more than once. If they  were going to have to wait until later, he wasn't going to be the only  one hiding a boner.





9





"I swear to god, you've been torturing me all afternoon," Carter said  into the kiss as Jeremy pinned him to the wall in Jeremy's bedroom.

"Anticipation and all that," Jeremy growled breathily.

"Asshole," Carter retorted, then licked into Jeremy's mouth. They were  peeling clothes off one another. No time to tease any more. They'd spent  almost the entire afternoon with Jeremy's mother, Daphne, and Sarah.  Carter was happy to see Jeremy and his mother getting along so well.  She'd looked surprised and pleased when Jeremy agreed to join in their  game of cards with only token grumbling about how lame playing cards  was.

But they'd been bumping into one another for hours. Jeremy purposefully  groped Carter a few times when no one was looking. It'd been bad enough  while Jeremy had been gone all morning, Carter thought about Jeremy's  offer to fool around that night. But having Jeremy tease him for hours  when he could do nothing about it had been fucking torture.

"You're a bastard," Carter said with feeling.

"I intend to make it up to you." Their mouths came back together, their  kisses sloppy and graceless. Their bare chests together were slick with a  fine sheen of sweat, despite the chilliness of the room.

"Good," Carter sighed into the kiss as Jeremy shoved Carter's underwear  down and grabbed their cocks in his fist, stroking them together,  flicking the underside of their cockheads together where the frenulum  met circumcised flesh. It made Carter's whole body sing.

"Damn, you're so sexy," Jeremy said, and dropped his mouth to the base  of Carter's neck, sucking gently. He wrapped his arms around Jeremy's  waist and gripped his muscled ass tightly.                       
       
           



       

Their hips snapped as they fucked into Jeremy's fist. "Me?" Carter  scoffed. "You're fucking amazing." He couldn't even be embarrassed about  being so forward. His dick was in the man's hand and the words made  Jeremy's heated gaze burn brighter.

Carter sucked in Jeremy's bottom lip and suckled it. His balls were  already pulling up. "Oh, shit, Jem. You gotta slow down. I'm gonna … "

"Do it. We've got all fucking night." Jeremy put his lips right up to  Carter's and stared in Carter's eyes, his own eyes smiling. "You know  you wanna shoot all over me. I want your cum, Carter. Get messy." Carter  opened his mouth to shout his release, but Jeremy swallowed the shout,  covering Carter's mouth with his own. Carter's cock jerked, spurting cum  over Jeremy's fist, over Jeremy's cock, making squishy noises as Jeremy  continued stroking. Carter clung to Jeremy's shoulders with both hands,  riding his knee-buckling orgasm all the way out.

He dipped one hand down to cup Jeremy's balls, taking over the kiss and  moaning loudly. That did Jeremy in. His cock jerked next to Carter's,  making Carter moan even more, loving the feel of it. Then Jeremy's hot  cum was dribbling over Carter's cock, down his balls, and that started  tickling at the same time Jeremy's strong hand was just a bit much on  his sensitive skin, and he fought between the urge to laugh and shove  Jeremy off him. He hissed and grabbed Jeremy's clenching fist, stilling  him.

"Sorry," Jeremy said on a breath, leaning into Carter, his chin on  Carter's shoulder. Carter soaked in the moment. If someone walked in,  they would probably think they looked ridiculous with their pants around  their ankles, underwear at their knees, with Jeremy supporting himself  on Carter. But Carter felt warm and content and spent for now. It was  nice not jumping and running. And that it was Jeremy, who was about his  same size, whose body fit just right with his.

"No problem," Carter said dumbly. Jeremy grunt-laughed as he pushed  himself off Carter. He reached for a towel that was folded on the  armchair beside them.

"Better prepared this time," Jeremy declared, wiping his own stomach and  cock off before handing the towel to Carter. Carter got little flutters  in his stomach at the thought of Jeremy being "prepared" for a next  time.

But you're fuck buddies, of course he would be prepared for your visit.

Carter bent to pull his pants up, but Jeremy shoved a pair of sweatpants  at him with a playful grin. "Don't even bother. I locked the doors.  Sarah's gone to see that guy she's been texting. You're gonna hang out  right here, and I don't want to have a hard time if I was to hold your  junk while we watch TV.

"Can't you just hold your own?" Carter was mostly teasing. He definitely wouldn't object to Jeremy holding his junk again.

"Holding yours is more fun." He pinched Carter's nipple and twisted, and was gone before Carter could react.

"Asshole," Carter grumbled.

"So you've said," Jeremy called from the bathroom. He came out holding a  joint. "I'm gonna step out and hit this a couple times. There's  probably beer in the garage refrigerator if you want."

Carter shrugged and nodded toward the dorm fridge Jeremy had in the  corner beside his chest of drawers. "You still have soda in there?"

Jeremy smiled and confirmed he'd even brought up Carter's "gross diet  soda", just in case. Again, Carter felt a little flutter in his belly  when he made his way over to get a drink.

Carter couldn't believe the difference in Jeremy. He wasn't going to  look a gift horse in the mouth, but it seemed even his trip to see his  friend had gotten the excess tension out of his system.