Saving Grapes - Madeline Kirby Page 0,41
taste of the first bottle Ben had opened.
“Oh, hey! This is really good!”
“You like it?”
“Yeah. I think it’ll be better once it’s aged a little more, but I could drink it now, too.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Huh?”
“Wanna get drunk and fool around?” Ben leaned across the table to pluck the bottle from Thom’s hand and take a swig himself.
“We still need to clean up this glass, and the spilled beer.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Fine. After we clean up, then?”
Thom took the bottle back. “Maybe.”
Thom and Ben sat on the porch in what Ben had come to think of as their usual ‘beer-drinking-chairs’, a cluster of empty bottles on the floor between them. Ben was feeling loose and relaxed, but not too relaxed to do anything about it in case Thom decided to take him up on the fooling around portion of the evening.
He looked over at Thom, who had turned his chair to face Ben’s, and was now attempting to sneak one bare foot up the inside of Ben’s leg. Ben grabbed the foot and pulled it into his lap and Thom started to giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
Thom had to fight around his giggles, but finally managed to get out, “Jaws!”
“What?”
“Wanna get drunk and fool around?” Thom gasped.
“Well, you’re drunk alright.”
Thom’s head flopped back against the chair and lolled from side to side. “I haven’t drunk this much beer since I was in college.”
“Yeah? What would you do then?”
Thom started to giggle again. “Fool around?”
“Oh God, you’re a silly horny drunk!”
“Not!”
“You so are! Geez, how far gone are you?” Ben leaned over to count empty bottles – two for him, three for Thom plus the one in his hand. Not too bad. Thom was probably just buzzed – or a real lightweight. By now Thom had managed to work his foot free from Ben’s grasp and was using it to poke around Ben’s crotch. “Find anything interesting down there?”
“Not yet,” Thom giggled.
Ben stood and pulled Thom to his feet, where the shorter man swayed for a moment before leaning against Ben and putting his arms around his waist. “You’re tall,” he mumbled, face pressed against Ben’s chest. “Mm, sexy too.” Thom’s fingers had managed to work themselves between them and were fumbling with the buttons of Ben’s shirt.
“Okay, time to go inside, sweetheart.” Ben started moving his tipsy lover toward the door.
“Like it when you call me sweetheart.”
“You do?”
“Mm hmm. S’nice.”
“Watch your step, we’re going upstairs.”
“To bed?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, good. I like bed.”
“Me too. Almost there.”
Ben left Thom lying on top of the quilt and went into the bathroom to get a glass of water. He came back out to find Thom giggling and rolling around as he removed his clothes. Ben watched, enjoying the show as Thom flopped around like a fish out of water, and finally went over to help the poor guy out.
“Better now?” he asked, handing Thom the glass of water.
“Your turn.” Thom took the glass and leered at Ben.
“Fine.” Ben stepped back and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling his shirttail out. Starting at the top, he unbuttoned the shirt, stroking his skin as it was revealed. When all the buttons were undone, he let the shirt fall from his shoulders and leaned forward over the bed, putting his weight on his arms, knowing how that position caused the muscles of his torso and arms to flex. “Shall I go on?”
Thom whimpered and nodded, and Ben stood to unzip his jeans, going so slowly that he could hear each tooth of the zipper releasing its grip. Thom licked his lips, set the glass on the nightstand, and leaned forward.
The zipper finally lowered, Ben pushed the jeans down far enough that they fell the rest of the way to the floor and he stepped out of them, wearing only the jockstrap he had put on after his shower because he was out of clean boxer-briefs.
The sound coming from Thom could only be described as a growl, and Ben made a mental note to wear jockstraps more often if that’s the reaction they got. Leaving it on, he moved back to stand by the bed. Thom crawled to the edge of the bed and reached out to run a finger down the center of Ben’s chest, his abs, and to the top of the jock, where he tucked his finger in the waistband and snapped it. He giggled again.
“Having fun?” Ben asked.
“Getting there,” Thom replied as he lowered his head and started mouthing the outline of Ben’s dick