eyed me suspiciously. “Here I am being sweet, and it’s making me think how pissed I am that I didn’t stop by the store to grab some fucking crullers for breakfast.”
In the time I’d known him, I’d learned he wasn’t kidding about loving an apple cruller. Even a dozen didn’t last very long around him.
“I can head to the store and get some.”
“No. Looks like Teach’s healthy granola it is. One day this metabolism is gonna catch up to me, so I’d better start training now.”
“Or enjoying the way things snap back right now,” I assured him.
“Speaking of snapping back…” He licked his fingers and reached under my leg, around to my hole.
I felt so exposed as he probed me like some kind of sex toy, but nothing felt as good as being objectified by Kyle.
“Yup. Just right,” he joked before taking another kiss.
We messed around a little more before showering off.
His stomach was growling on his way into the kitchen as he strutted in a pair of my pajama bottoms, his hair still damp, when he froze in the kitchen entryway.
I blushed again as he turned to me, eyeing me with a cross look, thwarted by his smile. “You sneaky motherfucker.”
I stood a little taller as I passed him, heading to the fridge, doing my best to act nonchalantly. The crullers I’d slipped out onto the table before joining him in bed said it all, so I didn’t have to.
He shook his head as he approached the table and snatched one. “Whatever,” he said, taking a bite. “Still didn’t know I want Asian fusion later. Don’t act like you know me.” He winked, giving me every bit of props despite his words.
It was the most innocent of moments, and those were the most life-giving for me. When we’d first submitted to our impulses, I’d worried being stuck in my home wouldn’t be enough space for our relationship to flourish, that Kyle would feel trapped or become agitated by our limitations, but it only helped us explore what we were really searching for, something within one another. Through new extra-credit assignments and group get-togethers with DJ, Maya, Bentley, and Hanna, we had incognito dates. We knew what they were, but having our secret, that was just ours, made them that much more special. And the turbulent fucks we’d share after almost made the restrictions that much more worth it.
We were thieves, stealing every opportunity, every moment that we could from the universe, greedily storing up everything so we could share it with one another.
After breakfast and watching a couple of our shows, we found ourselves on my blanket in the woods, on a picnic, enjoying the early return of warm weather on a lovely March afternoon.
March.
That much closer to the end of the school year, when what Kyle and I shared, though scandalous, would fall outside the bounds of the law.
Kyle’s voice came from beside me. “What are you thinking about?”
Stretched out, my hands behind my head, I enjoyed the warmth of the sun against my face, lost in my thoughts while Kyle continued eating his cheese-and-pepperoni sub that we’d prepared and packed before leaving my house. His eyes were narrowed, I figured in part because of the position of the sun.
“I was thinking how quickly this year has gone by since…”
“You found out how good I taste?”
“You were so sweet this morning. Where did Dirty Kyle come from?”
“‘I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!’”
“You did not just go full Emily Brontë on me.”
“If you hadn’t thought of Brontë, I’d worry you weren’t doing the reading, Mr. Warner.”
I laughed, rolling onto my side and propping myself up on my elbow. “Were you quizzing me just then?”
“An easy quiz. It’s been a month since we finished it. I think I wrote some of my best responses on that one.”
“I remember them,” I said, because since we’d started spending time together, little excited me as much as reading about Kyle’s notions of love, lust, desire, particularly as they always seemed directed at me.
“That’s why I brought it up.” He took another bite of his sub. “Maybe we can pretend we’re not in the woods, but the moors. I could be your Heathcliff, Cathy.”
“I think we should probably be Hareton and Cathy.”
“Where’s the fun in that? You don’t like wild, feral desire, James?”
“Toxic, painful desire is more like it.”
“Speaking of which, have you heard from…”
He was generous in not saying her name.