Indigo Road (13 page)

It wasn’t
long before I shot hard, clutching his biceps and moaning into his
mouth as he continued to work our cocks, milking everything he
could out of me. His
dick pulsed against
mine as he came too, covering my abs in milky white
ropes.

Alex sat up
on my thighs
but not before giving me one
last scorching kiss. He ran his fingers through the mess, then
rubbed his forefinger and thumb together, studying the texture of
our combined release.

I was
beginning to think Alex liked covering me with
his come. I was also starting to think he was a dirty
bastard.

“You look good in white,” he said simply.

DRIVING OUT
of San Francisco, we took Highway 1 heading south along the coast.
It was a warm day, but the clouds threatened rain even though none
fell. I was dozing against the passenger window when Alex’s voice
broke through.

“It was what I thought, you know,” he said,
his eyes never leaving the road.

I sat up, rubbing my hands over my face.
“What?”

“My experiment in the club.” I’d forgotten
about that.

“And?” I said shortly. I was always a little
grumpy after napping. Alex turned to me with a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry. Go on.”

“My experiment. I wanted to see if it was
just you or if I felt the same way about other guys.”

I could feel
the lump form in my throat and my
jealousy rising. This wasn’t a curiosity thing for me. I
wanted to be with Alex, always. Once I’d figured out what it was I
was feeling, that my affection for him went beyond friendship, I
committed myself to him and only him. I hadn’t told him that but
only because it felt too soon.

Now he was
telling me what? He wanted to be with other guys? Find out if he
was really gay? Would Alex,
my
Alex, tell me he only wanted
to be friends and then go off with someone else?

My silence
must’ve set off his alarm bells as I continued to stew in my
seat
, my sleepiness nowhere to be
found.

“
Josh? Don’t
you want to know?” he asked
cautiously.

I turned to
look out the window, my eyes burning. I
was being
ridiculous. In the last
two minutes, fears I didn’t know I had
came
to the forefront of my mind,
making it difficult to breathe around the lump in my
throat.

“Fine, since I’m driving and you’re stuck in
the passenger seat, you have to listen to me.” I could see Alex’s
reflection in the window as he glanced at me a few times, waiting
for a response. When none came, he continued. “When I was dancing,
there were guys all around. Some touched, some didn’t. Some rubbed
up against me and a few tried to kiss me. It felt good for the most
part.” He paused, probably waiting for my reaction to his last
sentence. I stewed some more. “Want to know what I was doing up
there, surrounded by all those hot men?”

“Not really,” I muttered.

“I was waiting for you.”

I turned to
look at him then, not bothering to hide my watery eyes. A half
chuckle came from Alex’s throat. “That’s right, you
sad sap. I was waiting for you to come and tell
them all to fuck off, which is what you did. Eventually. You took
your damn time.” Taking his eyes off the road, Alex gave me the
widest smile. “I’ve been attracted to other guys for a while, but
never acted on it. I was too scared of what it meant. But I don’t
want to be with anyone else, Josh. I just want you.”

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath
until it all rushed out, leaving me speechless.

My
heart
leapt
at
his words, filling me with a warmth I felt all the way to my bones.
“You need to find somewhere to park. I so need to kiss you right
now.”

Alex poked
his tongue out and licked his bottom lip.
“Among other things.”

WE MADE
our way down
the coast slowly. California sure had some pretty spots to stay.
When we headed inland, it wasn’t for very long, sometimes just a
day trip. The call of the sunset over the ocean had us heading back
quickly. I could see why people lived on the beach, especially
around here. We stayed
around
Monterey and Carmel a little longer than we
should have, but the scenery was beautiful, neither of us
was
in a hurry to
leave, and according to Alex, we were way ahead of schedule anyway.
Christmas was still two weeks away, so we had plenty of time to
make it to San Diego.

Watching the
sunset over the ocean while lying in the back of Maude, our
legs
and pinky fingers
entwined, quickly became our routine. We were silent as the sun
dropped below the horizon: it didn’t feel right to talk during such
a moment. Alex must have sensed it as well, so by unspoken
agreement we lay there together in comfortable silence as the sky
transitioned through all the colors of the rainbow. Growing up in
Fort Wayne, we didn’t get sunsets like this.

Every
night as soon as the sun had disappeared, Alex
would pull me into his arms and kiss me sweetly. His lips would
glide gently over mine, his hands cupping my face as he licked and
bit at my mouth with barely there scrapes of his teeth.
It was the type of kiss that made me think of
Mom’s Harlequin romance book covers, where the broad-shouldered
hero would take his distraught shorter, slimmer, and very feminine
lover—who he’d just rescued from a pack of savages—and kiss her
tenderly, right before he made a declaration of eternal
love.
God, my stomach twisted just
thinking about that stuff Mom reads. Nevertheless, that was the
image that popped into my head.

After we
kissed for what felt like hours, Alex would start
a fire and I’d prepare dinner for the night.
Sometimes
steak,
sometimes eggs on toast, sometimes whatever
canned
soup we had
left. It didn’t matter what it was, we had the routine down pat.
After we both cleaned up and shoved our dirty clothes into the
laundry bag, we’d curl up in the back of Maude in our boxers and
watch a movie on the laptop. The little table Alex and his dad had
made for the beers disappeared; there wasn’t any room for it
between us anymore. I would rest my head on Alex’s chest as I
absently played with his chest hair, and he would run his fingers
up and down my bare back with soothing, soft touches. Most nights
we never finished watching the movie, and the majority of the time
I could never remember what it was we were watching anyway. Alex
had a habit of sucking my brains through my dick to the point I
couldn’t remember my own damn name, never mind what movie we’d been
watching.

Alex had
become quite good at giving head and was almost able to take all of
me. One night when I told him I was about to come he wouldn’t
release my
cock and I shot my load down
his throat. This excited him beyond words, judging by the
shit-eating grin on his face and the load he sprayed all over my
chest a few seconds later. I felt his come splash my cheek and
before I could comprehend it—I’d just blown my brain down his
throat so my thought processes had abandoned me—Alex crawled on top
and licked me clean, his eyes wide with desire and hunger, mumbling
“so fucking hot.”

I still
hadn’t worked up the nerve to reciprocate, the idea of having a
cock in
my mouth
was a foreign one. The handful of girls who had given me
blowjobs never seemed to enjoy it and all of them refused to
swallow. Alex didn’t seem to have any reservations anymore, and I
put it down to him being secretly kinky. But he never pushed me to
do anything I wasn’t ready for, and he appeared ridiculously happy
with the hand job I gave him every morning.

WE HEADED
south into Los Angeles. We didn’t care much for
the
city
but
neither of us had been to Disneyland so we battled the sixteen-lane
freeways with gritted teeth and sweaty brows. Growing up in Fort
Wayne with a population of less than three hundred thousand, then
coming to a city the size of LA with twenty million was testing
both Alex’s resolve and mine.

Disneyland
was on my
“must do” list. I think it
might have been the only thing on that list for me. Alex had an
entire sheet of them. We stayed at the theme park for the entire
day and only left when it closed
at
midnight. We were exhausted
from the rides, the sights, and the amount of fast food we
consumed.

It was so
worth it. Alex and I were big kids, laughing,
joking
, and teasing each other all day.
We snuck in a few kisses on some of the darker rides where no one
could see us, and most of the day we walked around with our pinky
fingers wrapped together. Alex started to vibrate with excitement
when he saw Mickey Mouse casually walking down Main Street with
Pluto, hordes of kids hot on their trail. We joined the throng and
stood in line waiting for photos. When it was finally our turn,
Alex practically threw himself at Mickey.

I doubled
over laughing. Alex said out of all the photos we’d taken so far on
the trip, this one was going on the mantel at home.
I
’d known he liked the older cartoons;
during our last year at college he would wake me up on Saturday
mornings just so he had someone to watch them with.

Since
we weren’t allowed to park in the Disney lot all
night, we drove south for a short while until we found an empty
parking lot near the beach. We were asleep before our heads hit the
pillows.

I
awoke sometime in the early morning. It was
pitch black outside and the only illumination came from a not so
nearby streetlight. I looked around groggily. Alex was breathing
softly next to me, his fingers still entwined with mine.

What woke me up?

Then I heard
them. Gruff voices outside the van
. My
heart
leapt
into my throat. I
rubbe
d my eyes and strained to
listen. I couldn’t be sure how many were out
there,
but I thought there were
at least three.

I squeezed
Alex’s hand. “Alex,
babe
. Wake up,” I whispered, not
wanting our visitors to hear me.

“
Yo man, come
check
this out. This ride
looks
pretty
sweet.”

My heart thundered in my ears and I nudged
Alex hard.

“
What?
Christ
, Josh, I’m sleeping.
Go—”

“Shh,” I said, covering his mouth with my
hand. “Listen.”

Alex
struggled to wake up, but when he heard the deep, guttural voices,
his eyes went wide in alarm. I released his mouth when I knew he
was going to be quiet
. What I heard next
turned my blood to ice.

“
Who fool
enough to leave
this ’ere? Don’t people
know this’s our turf?”

“
People gonna
leave their shit
around, that’s jus’
askin’ for trouble. Check the door, maybe they left some shit
inside.”

“No, jump it. Take it back and we’ll strip it
later.”

Fear trickled
down my spine. “
Where’re
the keys?” I whispered to Alex, but before Alex
could answer, someone else did.

“
Hey, check
it. The keys are in the ignition. Someone find me a rock so I can
break the window, I
’m not
fuckin’
up my hand
again.”

My breath
left my body in a short, fiery burst. “
Fuckfuckfuck
.”

Before I
could think, I scrambled over to the
driver’s seat and started Maude, my heart lodged firmly in
my throat. I heard a lot of “fuck, whoa” and one
“
mothafucker
,
there’s somebody inside.” I had Maude in gear and peeled out of the
parking lot before Alex had a chance to climb over to the passenger
seat. Looking in the side mirror, I saw at least ten guys gaping
after us. Alex turned ghostly white when he looked in the mirror on
his side, his eyes wide. I saw one had a baseball bat; Alex must’ve
seen that as well. I refused to look any further. I waited for them
to chase us down—Maude was old, after all, so peeling out of the
parking lot isn’t really what she was able to do—but I think they
were so surprised to hear the car start they were stunned
motionless.

I thanked God Maude didn’t stall.

I
drove
farther down the coast, my nerves
still on edge as I white-knuckled the steering wheel. I kept
looking
behind
us, half expecting them to appear in the mirror. It was
ridiculous, but the fear stayed with me, making my skin
prickle.

I looked over
to Alex, who sat naked in the passenger seat, his
hea
d in his hands and his shoulders
heaving.

“
Alex? You
okay?” I asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He flinched
slightly
, then relaxed. “Babe, talk to
me. It’s over now, they’re gone and we’re okay.” I tried to keep my
voice even, if for no other reason than to reassure Alex that
everything
was
okay, but it sounded strained, even to my
ears.