Diary of a Teenage Taxidermist (12 page)

And just like that, Robert’s head spiraled down a hot whirl. “No,” he uttered, suddenly breathless.

Ethan swallowed loudly, but didn’t look away, tension almost visible in the air between them. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered and leaned closer, his lips already parted.

Robert leaned back right away, inhaling the herbal scent of Ethan’s hair. His heart went into a gallop. “No, that’s...” He eyed the sweet, warm lips. His stomach melted when he imagined his tongue sliding between them, opening Ethan for the kiss. “That’s too much.”

Ethan rubbed his forehead, obscuring his eye as well. “Sure, just checking,” he sighed and fell back to the fur.

Robert bit his lip and placed his hand over Ethan’s stomach. He didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. He did want to fool around, but high school wasn’t the time for anything more, and with each subsequent step, it would be harder to deny himself. He had to draw a line somewhere. It wouldn’t be fair to Ethan to let things progress if Rob wasn’t planning to develop this in any way.

“I knew I was gay since, like, forever,” Ethan said, looking into the sky. “My first crush was Brandon Lee. You know, from the
Crow
movie?”

Robert sighed. “The one with makeup?”

“Yeah.” Ethan laughed and pulled on one of the snaps in Rob’s jacket. “He had that whole mysterious aura around him. And he was a safe crush to have. You know, dead.”

“Why did you want a safe crush?” Robert grasped a strand of black hair and curled it around his fingers.

“No risk. I’m not really all that good at socializing. Can’t you tell?” Ethan raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Sometimes I wish I could be asexual so I wouldn’t have to deal with all this hormonal stuff. But since you can’t choose that, I’m happy to get some without actually having to deal with a relationship.”

Robert smiled and stopped his hand from gravitating to Ethan’s. “Yeah, me too. It’s too late for stuff like that anyway.”

“And I have so much to do. My parents are pushing for grades, I have my art projects. I only actually chatted to Derek once since he asked me out. We had some coffee together, and all I could think of was that I could be working on my project instead.” Ethan laughed and sat up to take off his shirt, revealing all that milky skin and the rat tattoo.

Robert couldn’t help but grin. He started drawing circles on the smooth stomach. So Derek was a waste of time? Too bad Ethan always had a moment for
him
. “Busy bees, aren’t we?”

Ethan bit back a smile. “Yeah. You’re studying for pre-med, doing football practice and stuff. You said you cook at home? Where would you squeeze in a girlfriend, right?” Ethan was generally slim, but his stomach was nicely toned, with some definition. He wasn’t that skinny anymore.

Tempted by the smoothness of the skin, Robert quickly leaned in and blew air over Ethan’s belly button.

“Lower,” Ethan whispered and lay back, spreading out for him.

Robert froze, surprised, but then smiled into Ethan’s stomach and kissed it, sliding his hand up Ethan’s thigh, gently massaging his flesh through the denim. He couldn’t wait to touch his cock.

Ethan parted his legs, giving Rob the mental image of what it would be to see him spread his legs in different circumstances. With the semidarkness in the room, they were enveloped in a cozy cocoon where anything could happen. “Wait a sec.” Ethan smiled and rolled to his stomach, to reach out for the laptop on a cupboard by the bed. The fabric of his jeans tightened around his ass, giving Robert a perfect view of those gorgeous buttocks. Would he get to see more of them today?

Ethan fiddled with his computer until he put on some music. Slightly different than last time, but still instrumental and medieval...ish? He turned back with a smile and unbuckled his belt as his chest rose and fell faster. Robert was hypnotized by the motion and reacting to the music as if he were already conditioned to associate it with sex and Ethan's delicious body. He put his hand on Ethan’s thigh and pushed his fingers up, cupping his crotch with a low groan. It was just a dream weeks ago, but now that he held a cock in his hand, warm tingles spread throughout his body at rapid speed.

Ethan took a deep breath and lifted his hips to the touch. It felt so much more natural than that first time when Ethan came out at him so full-on, taking the decisions out of Robert’s hands. Ethan ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at Rob from beneath the thick black eyelashes.

Rob exhaled, kneading the flesh in his hands. “You’re hard.”

Ethan gasped, and even in the darkness, the flush on his face was all too visible. “Are you surprised? I get hard just lying next to you.”

If that wasn’t a Michelin star for Rob’s ego, he didn’t know what was. He smiled and slowly leaned in, breathing in the aroma of jeans, cologne, and sharp male arousal. It sent a burning flame of excitement straight to his cock.

Ethan pushed up his hips slightly and slid his thumbs under his jeans and underwear, to pull them down. He took big gasps of air when his cock was revealed, all hard and proud. Robert could feel the heat on his face. It was lovely, with a dark head and a good girth. The mere sight of the bulging veins on the underside made Rob’s mouth water. With a low sigh, he moved his tongue along the vessel, and the rapid pulsing he sensed corresponded to the one he felt in his own cock.

Ethan raised himself to his elbows and let out a breathless sigh. He spread his thighs wider and his cock moved slightly on its own accord. “Take off your jacket?”

Robert nodded and shook off the garment, remaining in just a thin long-sleeve shirt. He took the side of the cock between his lips and sucked it in. It was all smooth, warm skin, hiding a hardness underneath that made his brain boil.

The little sounds Ethan made only got Rob more horny. He’d never touched a guy the way he did Ethan, and it was all he dreamed it would be and more. Ethan’s hot fingers petted Rob’s arm, only encouraging him to do whatever he wished to, so he looked up, trying to be as calm as possible, even though it was so hard! He gently squeezed Ethan’s balls, marveling at how different they felt from his own, and then licked his cock all the way up from the base to the head.

Ethan’s face was a glorious sight, and Rob had a hard time deciding if he should look at it or at the cock. Ethan bit his lip, hair was obscuring his flushed face, and he looked down with that glint in his eye. His stomach was tense and slightly glistening. The rats on his stomach now really did look like they were dancing with each deep breath he took. “Take off your shirt?” he whispered.

Robert drew in a sharp breath and looked at his forearms, hidden beneath the fabric. “Err... my arms aren’t all that sexy.”

Ethan frowned and stroked the side of Rob’s face. “Are you fucking kidding? I bet they’re so sexy they can compete with your dick.”

“No, they’re burnt.” Rob bit his lip with, leaning into the caress. Ethan touched him like no one else before, like he wanted to intimately know the texture of Rob’s skin.

“Huh?” Ethan ran his fingers through Rob’s hair. “Show me and I’ll show you what’s under my eye patch?” he whispered.

Robert stared at him for the longest moment, his breath getting increasingly shallow. He wasn’t all that interested in seeing the results of his stupidity, but it was a fair offer. He sat up and pulled off the shirt. His teammates saw him naked on a regular basis, but he didn’t wear short sleeves out of the locker room, much less so in a situation like this.

His forearms were covered by ugly white scars, craters and hills of malformed flesh. He looked up at Ethan, but their eyes didn’t meet. Ethan was looking at Rob’s arms, already reaching out to touch them. He kneeled on the bed, with his dick sticking out of his pants and stopped his fingertips just millimeters away from the skin. “Can I…?” he asked, stroking Rob’s stomach with his other hand.

Robert nodded, moving closer. He was not exactly ashamed of his forearms, but didn’t found them aesthetically pleasing. And he wanted to avoid stares and question. “Sure, it doesn’t hurt or anything, but it’s freaky and hairless. Like the skin of an alien.”

Ethan kneeled between Rob’s spread thighs and embraced one of his arms before kissing the elbow. “I like freaky.” He smiled against Rob’s skin and ran his fingertips along the forearm. It tickled a bit, and Robert chuckled, hugging Ethan with his other arm.

“Yeah? You never draw burnt rats.”

Ethan melted into the embrace, with his arm wrapped around Rob’s waist. He fit perfectly into Rob’s form, with his head under Rob’s chin. “Maybe I’ll start. What happened to you?” He kissed the burnt skin on Rob’s arm again, and the touch of Ethan’s cockhead against Rob’s stomach was bringing his blood to a simmer.

“Shit, that’s nice,” Robert uttered, pulling Ethan closer and raising his hips so that they could grind against one another. With his shirt off, he could actually feel Ethan’s skin all over. It was hot, smooth, and hairless apart from where the curly pubes grew around his cock. Ethan was eager to pick up the hint of motion and responded with a grind against Rob.

“You’re avoiding the question.” He kissed the burnt skin again, but then it only got better when his hot tongue traced one of the scars.

“Ah... I tried to make fried chicken when I was... ten or eleven.” Rob winced at the memory of his skin burning in contact with hot oil. “Didn’t work out.”

“Poor you. Doesn’t make you any less handsome.” Ethan gave him a tight hug and brought their skin into contact, rubbing their cocks together. Even though Rob’s was still in his pants. Ethan kissed Rob’s arm again before backing away slightly to reach for his eye patch.

Robert held his breath as he waited for the big reveal. He could swear even his teeth pulsated with anxiety. Ethan pulled off the eye patch and put it on the bed, but his face remained obscured by the curtain of hair until he finally looked up.

It wasn’t pretty. Still reddened, with the lower and upper eyelids scarred badly. It reminded Rob of raw meat, all puffy and tender. “I’m gonna have further cosmetic surgery in the future… probably.” Ethan gently stroked Robert’s chest.

It didn’t help the never ending guilt that bubbled up in Rob’s veins every time something reminded him of what he had done. “Will you get a glass eye?”

“Maybe. If it all heals well. Don’t you think it’s cooler to have an eye patch though? I could make it my unique selling point.” Ethan’s smile widened, which was kinda absurd but eased some of the tension in Rob’s gut.

“You’re so... positive about it,” uttered Rob, deciding to skip further introductions. He grasped Ethan’s cock.

“Oh, oh!” Ethan’s eye widened, and he held on to Rob’s arms. “I— ‘cause…” He took a deep breath. “I can’t change what happened.”

Robert swallowed and started gently moving his hands over the warm hardness. It was so alive in his grip. “Yeah.”

“So good,” Ethan muttered and unzipped Rob’s fly, still petting his arm with his other hand. Being accepted like that, scars and all, made Rob grin and lean forward to bury his face in Ethan’s neck. He bit into the skin with a low groan when Ethan squeezed his dick.

Ethan laughed and gave it a tug, but then pulled Rob down to the fur.

“Not too quick, or I’m gonna come,” Ethan moaned at yet another touch, exposing his neck to more kisses and nibbles.

“Yeah,” uttered Robert. He spit on his hand and used the saliva to lubricate Ethan’s cockhead. His blood was quickly reaching boiling point as he tasted Ethan’s bergamot sweat.

“You’re so hot. I’m so lucky,” Ethan babbled and got some hand cream from the bedside table. The moment his hand was gone, Rob wanted to moan his complaint, but as soon as Ethan’s fingers were around his dick again, Rob was sated. He loved to look down at it. Since Ethan’s hands were so much smaller than his own, they made Rob’s cock look bigger.

He chuckled and stared down at their dicks. Those two beautiful cocks would soon shoot spunk all over him and Ethan. He groaned and pushed Ethan’s cock closer to his own. Where was this cream again? “Rub them together...”

Ethan’s nose flared, and he nodded like a bobble-head figurine. He pushed his hips closer and grabbed his own cock as well, breathing loudly. When they rubbed together, Rob groaned in appreciation and hugged Ethan closer, feeling up his back, dipping his fingers into its creases on the way down. He made a brief stop above Ethan’s ass, but then he chose to go for it and gathered the round buttocks in his palms with a low sigh.

Ethan whimpered. He actually
whimpered
and squeezed their cocks together, working them both with those agile, slippery fingers. The shafts touched, cockheads brushed against each other. It was pure heaven, with Ethan’s hair tickling Rob’s arm and the soft fur on the bed making Rob feel as if they were the only people in the universe, surrounded by sweet and strange music that took them into another time altogether.

Robert pushed his hands down Ethan’s pants, kneading the soft ass like fresh dough.  He found it hard to keep his eyes open, so he let them slide shut and kissed the smooth skin of Ethan’s neck.

The way Ethan pushed into Rob’s hug made him feel so protective, so happy to embrace everything Ethan wanted to give. Not to mention Ethan’s raspy moans as he jerked them both off were making Rob so freaking horny he wanted to ravish that sweet-smelling body like a vulture. And there was Ethan’s ass. Rob couldn’t see it well, but it was surprisingly soft and made Rob’s imagination run rampant. He wished he could rub himself off on it and see his come flow right between those sweet cheeks. All of a sudden, it all became too much, and he came, trembling in Ethan’s arms.