Pete and Carl run down the street, skidding to a halt outside Pete’s door. Rain is pouring down and they are soaked to the skin. They fall in the doorway shaking their long, wet hair from out of their eyes. Carl stares at Pete as he fumbles in his pocket for the keys to the flat; he watches as a few droplets of water fall from Pete’s eyelashes like tiny diamonds. They run upstairs shivering, leaving a trail of wet, muddy footsteps behind them and burst into the small bed-sit shaking the glistening droplets from their hair. In turn they dry themselves off and change into casual clothes. Pete walks over and sits on the messy bed, falling into the imprint he left from the previous night. He gazes out of the window at the dark grey sky and watches the fat raindrops fall and eventually splash on the pavement; the wind whips round. The harsh night makes Peter glad that he is inside out of the rain. Carl takes his place in his favourite armchair dressed in his favourite battered jeans and white tank top. He crosses his legs underneath himself to get more comfortable and picks up a random magazine from off the messy, unkempt floor. He watches Pete staring out of the window; he looks like a small child mesmerised by the rain. All of a sudden a loud crash shakes the windows, and they are plunged into darkness.
“Biggles, I can’t see you. Have I gone blind?”
Carl sighs. Pete could be ever so silly sometimes. Carl stands up cautiously, careful to avoid the piles of books, plates and clothes that litter Peter’s floor. Pete’s house was messy, but homely, and that’s what Carl loved about it.
‘No Bilo, it must be a power cut cos of the storm. Do you have any candles?’
Peter turns his attention away from the storm outside. Everywhere outside was black, only the twinkling of the stars and glowing of the moon provide a little light for Carl to wander round the bed-sit. Every so often a car drives past, and casts light into the bed-sit, throwing shadows onto the pale, whitewash walls.
‘They’re in the bathroom, Biggles’
Carl gave Pete an odd, bemused look, but due to the darkness that enclosed them he didn’t see it. Only a romantic sod such as Pete would keep candles in the bathroom. Carl vigilantly steps round the flat and feels his way to the bathroom, tripping and stumbling as he goes. He feels around on Pete’s antique dresser, his pride and joy, for an ashtray, or a plate, something to stick the candle to. Grabbing a clean ashtray off the sideboard he wanders over to the bathroom. A vast array of candles are scattered around the bathroom, on the toilet cistern, around the bath and on the sink ranging from thin, tall candles to big, chunky church candles in an array of different colours. Carl had never realised how much Pete liked candles and made a mental note of what to buy Peter for Christmas.
Carl pulls his lighter out from his battered old jeans pocket and flicks it so the orange-yellow flame dances on top. He holds it to the candle and it dances onto the wick, giving the room a warm haze and sends a piercing glow across the room. Carl tries to adjust his eyes to the light. Carl pours a pool of hot wax into the ashtray and firmly places the candle in it so he didn’t get wax everywhere, then places it on a table next to the bed. He sees Pete climb under the throw on the bed and was now using his doe-eyed look to try and lure Carl into bed with him. Who could resist that look from Pete? He walks back to the bathroom with ease, to find more candles to place in the room. The room was soon lit up with a warm, homely glow. Carl climbs into bed next to Pete. He notices that Pete has that cheeky, mischievous glint in his deep chocolate brown eyes. Pete’s eyes were the reason Carl had fallen for him; he has deep dark brown eyes- rich like chocolate, you could get lost in; Carl used to stare into them for hours, and regularly did. Pete snuggles up to Carl and reaches out for a kiss. Soft and light at first, they kiss like new lovers, inexperienced, messy, but gentle. To Carl it felt like having a tiny butterfly brush against your lips, before a huge cloud of butterflies start in his stomach. With Pete it always felt like the first time, a new experience.
Carl moans into Pete’s mouth. Pete sharply pulls away and Carl’s eyes flicker up, questioning what has caught Pete’s attention, he doesn’t want him to stop, as his jeans have become tight and restrictive. Pete shrugs out of Carl’s grip and leaps over him off the bed,
“Bilo, what are you doing?”
Carl’s voice is whiny and needy, but Pete has a rather kinky idea in his head, that mischievous glint in his eye. He returns to bed with one of the thin, pale pink candles and places it upon the bedside table.
He jumps back into bed, and ran a finger up Carl’s inside leg making him shiver with delight. They start to kiss again but with some sort of passion and fire this time, Carl can feel himself getting hard and starts to unbutton Pete’s thin shirt and rip it off. Pete breaks the contact again to put Carl’s white tank top off. He starts to kiss and nibble his way down Carl’s body. He stops at a nipple and sucks it playfully, hearing Carl moan turns Pete on even more and he loves it. While sucking his nipple he fiddles carelessly with Carl’s belt buckle and eventually manages to undo it. Carl arches his hips to allow Pete to pull his jeans off, and once they are off he feels free and unrestricted. Pete slides back up Carl’s body, which is already slick with sweat. He latches onto Carl’s neck and starts to gently nibble, then moves up to his ear. The skin-on-skin contact makes Carl groan and Pete whispers into his ear,
Then the contact is broken. Carl snaps out of his dream to see Pete leaning over to the table and picking the candle up. The flame dances as it moves around in the air, Carl watches as Pete brings the candle closer to his body, wondering why he is bringing it to the bed. He sits above Carl and tips the candle to the left. It takes Carl seconds to realise what Pete is doing, he watches the liquid fall through the air, almost in slow motion before coming into contact with his taut body. Carl’s hips buck upwards at the hot wax connecting with his smooth skin, shock crosses his mind at first, but then he realises that he likes actually likes it, it feels kinky, but also hurts. He gasps with pain and clenches his eyes closed. When he reopens them he sees Pete glancing down at his handiwork, eyes gleaming but concern flashing on his face.
“You ok, Biggles? I didn’t mean to hurt ya, just thought it would be a bit kinky that’s all.”
Carl lets out a grin from the side of his face and Pete smiles back. He puts his arms onto Pete’s back and pulls him back down for a kiss. Pete rolls off and snuggles up next to Carl, head on his chest. He listens to Carl breath in and out until small snores start to escape from Carl’s mouth.
He lies content listening to Carl, and thinks life can get no better than this.
Carl was sleeping better than he had in weeks. He felt comfortable: secure and peaceful next to Pete. Pete, on the other hand had things other than sleep on his mind. He felt a rough hand brush gently against his thigh, which made him smile inside, but not open his eyes.
‘Biggles….. Wake up…..I have something for you’
Carl slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight that streamed through a chink in the curtains; he saw Pete lay on his side and tower over Carl. Without giving Carl a chance to speak, he made his face level with Carl’s and let his lips brush gently against Carl’s soft, plump lips. Carl let a small gasp as Pete gently slipped his tongue in and entwined it with Carl’s. Pete climbed on top of Carl, legs either side of Carl’s taut waist, never breaking the contact between their lips. Pete was first to break the kiss; he gently lifted his head and stared into Carl’s eyes, as if to ask permission to make the next move. Carl blinked as if to say ‘yes’, his pale blue eyes giving a mischievous glint. Pete moved down to Carl’s neck and gently started to nibble; Carl let out a small moan of pleasure as Pete working his way further down Carl’s firm, tanned body. Pete hooked his fingers into the top of Carl’s boxers and coaxed them off, Carl raising his hips to allow Pete to do so. He pulled them off and threw them out of the bed to the other side of the room. Carl is already hard, but Pete isn’t surprised by this as Carlos is a slut. He takes Carl in his mouth and swirls his tongue around him, Carl groans in pleasure, arching his hips slightly off the bed. He loves the way Pete’s tongue feels on him: soft and gentle, providing so much pleasure that he could just come then and there. But he doesn’t; he wants to savour this pleasure. Pete runs his hand up Carl’s body, gently, teasing. Carl grabs his fingers and starts sucking then lightly, causing Pete to moan and Carl to gasp at the vibrations that Pete’s moaning causes. Pete’s deep brown eyes flick up to meet Carl’s baby blue ones. Carl looks down at Pete and smiles; he feels more turned on than he ever has done before, it’s like all his body is alive with pleasure. He never wants it to end, but he knows that it eventually will have to.
‘Pete, I, erm want you to….’
Carl struggles to find the words, and curses himself for being so timid when it comes to asking for what he wants in bed.
Pete didn’t need Carl to finish the sentence; he was more than willing to comply. He reached over to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the lube from the drawer in the top, knocking last night’s candle over as he did so. He clicked open the cap and squirted the silky, cold fluid into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together and Carl bites his lip in half anticipation, half fear of what is to come.
‘You ready, Biggles?’
Carl nodded, slightly unsure. Despite the number of times him and Pete had done this, Carl always got nervous. Maybe it was the fact that he and Pete were best friends or the fact that he had been in denial about been gay, and in the back of his mind, he still was, but as he turned over and allowed Pete to insert one, then two fingers inside him, moaning and mewling in pleasure. Pete grabs Carl’s arms and pins them down on the bed. Carl loves this side to Pete, so dominant and powerful, it drives Carl mad with passion and desire. Carl starts to push back against Pete and starts working to a steady rhythm never wanting this pleasure to end. Pete grabs Carl and slowly starts to wank him off, building up a pace to match. Carl hears Pete moan and then shudder before shouting Carls name and a string of bad language as he comes. Carl follows shortly after, panting heavily. They collapse in a mix of sweat, blood and come but with a content glow on their faces. Pete breathes heavily but smiles back at Carl with a post orgasmic glow, and a sleepy glint in his eye