Mutually Experimental [BxB]

experiment

Once Clay was dressed and managed to calm his d**k down, he went into the kitchen and turned the kettle on, tracing the noises outside to Sam's new place. He stepped out the porch landing towards where a removal van was parked. Taking a peek in, he noted that Sam had gotten most of his stuff inside, just a few pieces of furniture laid on the van's metal floor. Voices floated over as he walked up the porch steps into the living room.

Sam was moving his desk to the farthest corner with another equally huge man.

“Hello.” Clay greeted them, carefully avoiding Sam's eyes in his bid to pretend the bedroom scenario never happened. “Mind taking a break? I've got coffee brewing in case you want some.”

“That'd be swell!” said the other man, grinning as they set the mahogany desk down. Sam followed him closely behind. “Black and sugarless for me. Can't say the same about Sam though, he likes to prepare his coffee himself. I'm John, by the way, Sam's brother. Don’t bother about resemblances, we look nothing alike.” he offered a hand.

“Clay Comstock.” He had no trouble meeting the man's grey eyes which twinkled whenever he smiled. His hair was just as blond as Sam's though a shade lighter, perhaps softer too. Clay shook Sam's hand next, trying not to blush like an innocent virgin when Sam beamed at him. “Thanks but I'll have anything else than coffee.”

Clay numbed the electric swishes Sam's contact with his palm had left him with and waddled into the empty bedroom Sam had yet to set things in. “This place is huge. Do you plan on having any piece of furniture in here or something to take up space?”

“Um, no. Just a rocking chair and my king-sized bed. Also, there'd be television but there's nothing to worry about. I'm pretty sure I'll be sharing with someone soon.”

Clay drew in a sharp breath through his mouth, wondering who exactly Sam was talking about. Maybe that was the whole reason he decided to move here; a fresh new start with his girlfriend around or worse, his wife. As these thoughts swirled around in his mind, he found it best to make his retreat before he puked there and there.

“You know what... I'll leave you two to get to it. I only came by to say hi. If you need anything, Sam, don't hesitate to ask. Welcome to the neighbourhood.”

“Thanks.”

Clay tried not to get distracted by their noise as he went about his cleaning duties coupled with the tedious task of setting everything in order. He did his washing, made breakfast, cleaned the kitchen surfaces and floor and put on new sheets on his bed. It was a small two-bedroom house and inevitably, he kept running into Sam in the hallway or the bedroom when the latter wanted to take something. Each time they bumped into each other, Sam would shoot him his blinding smile that hid something sinister underneath and Clay's mouth became painful from grinning too widely, his poor heart going into overdrive, a steady pounding against his sides. As cliché as the situation appeared to be, he couldn't help himself.

He was back in his bedroom, packing up a few of his belongings that were still lying around when there was a knock on the door. It was half-opened anyway, but the person on the other end was mannered enough to respect privacy.

“Come in.” Clay lifted his eyes just as Sam pushed the door wide to enter. “We're almost done setting things in the bedroom. John's fixing the lightings and he sorta left his screwdriver back at his workshop. Could you please lend me yours?”

“Sure, check for it at that brown box over there.” Clay pointed, registering his words late when Sam pulled out his Gay male model magazines instead of his screwdriver and began to sift through them instead. Hot blood rushed to his cheeks as he silently swore.

Shit!

“Oh wow, I never knew you had this stuff. Is this the sixth edition? It's out of stock in online stores now.”

Clay's mind shut now. He had absolutely nothing to say or do as he assumed Sam was merely pulling his legs. Of all the reactions he'd expected, it most definitely wasn't this. Sam couldn't be gay.

Never. He was sure of this a few minutes ago. Now? Definitely not.

“No, it's not. I lent that edition out this morning. It's really hot.” he swallowed as Sam picked up another one, looking at the cover. “How about this one? It says tenth edition. Is it any good than the previous ones?”

Clay took a deep breath before answering, seconds from freaking out. He couldn't believe Sam was asking him about a gay magazine. He couldn't believe that Sam was apparently gay! Or bi, whichever the case could be.

“Um... Yeah.” He finally managed. “It was okay. At least I enjoyed it.” he looked up to meet Sam's gaze, noting the mischievous glint in the latter's eyes. Clay couldn't comprehend what just happened. He was like a deer caught in the headlights, waiting patiently for the disgust from the man in front of him.

“I'm guessing this is why you live alone then,” Sam waved the catalogues. “I'm sorry. It's none of my business.”

“No, it's fine.” For the first time in seven years, Clay finally wanted to share his feelings with someone other than his elder sister who he'd only just met. “You're right, I live alone now. Actually, if you'd moved in a few weeks earlier, you'd have met my girlfriend. We broke up last week.”

Clay crouched to pack the catalogues on the floor and Sam helped him, their hands touching when they both reached for the last one.

“I recently came out this year,” Sam's voice was above a whisper. “I always told myself it'd pass and by some miracle, I'd get acclimated with girls. I even tried having s*x with most of them, but the more I stared at their p*****s, the more my c**k got flaccid. Nothing ever probed it up except when I see a cute boy blushing or watch Gay porn.”

“I tried to be what people expected me to be,” Clay admitted. “My parents are devout Catholics and I had such an upbringing which taught me homosexuality is a sin. I was fed so much with Bible passages about the dangers of indulging in it that I somehow managed to bury such desires deep within me. I managed for years until I couldn't bear to pretend anymore. Moreover, my girlfriend wanted more than a relationship which I most definitely wouldn't survive with the wrong sex.”

“Do your parents know about your break-up?”

“I told my Mom before we said our goodbye.” Clay stood back up, wrenched the closet door open and hurled the books inside, shutting the door tight. “But that wasn't how I planned on letting her know I've always preferred d***s all my life. I wanted to sit her down and make her understand why I'm this way and it isn't an abnormality or a curse as she thinks but something I was born with.”

“How did she take it?” Sam's lips curled up.

“Calmly than I expected. I mean she didn't disown me or shout while on the phone but I can't deny that I broke her heart. I'm the cause of her disappointment because she wants grandkids before she dies. My elder sister knew all along and is fine with it but Mom... She couldn't comprehend it. At all.” Clay remembered the way his Mom had sobbed while they were talking, the ache in his chest from the knowledge that she was trying her best not to break down totally. “I pray she gets used to it someday.”

“How about your Dad?”

“He died in the army five years ago,” Clay looked away from Sam's face, aware of the scathing sympathy there. “He wouldn't accept this. Not even if I tried to make him understand.”

Relief coursed through his veins at the thought of getting that bit of truth out.

“So are you seeing...You know, anyone recently? Was it only because of your girlfriend pushing for marriage you choose to live this way?”

“I couldn't have cheated on Tina, I mean even though I don't love her the way she wishes, I can't hurt her.”

“So you're not quite sure if what you feel for men is real? Have you tested it on anyone yet?”

Clay thought hard for a few hard moments. “Once. I stole a kiss from the star quarterback in high school.”

“But what if you're wrong?”

“No, I'm not.” Clay let himself get distracted by Sam's pillowy pink lips, fighting all his willpower not to smash their lips together.

Nope. Definitely not wrong.

Sam stared back at him. They were both squatting on the plush rug, a screwdriver between them. The mischievous glint from earlier on returned to Sam's eyes. “How about I take you on some lessons huh?”

Clay's jaw dropped so hard, he couldn't decide what to say to that. “Um... I don't know.”

“No big deal, mate.” Sam shrugged. “We'll just fool around, nothing serious. Sounds like you missed out on gay biology classes and I'll be your lab specimen. You can experiment with me.”

No f*****g way was this guy being serious!

“Uh... Yeah,” Clay blurted, gripping the rug beneath him hard till his palms hurt. “Okay.”

Sam beamed at him again. “Great.”

“Sam! Get the f**k here, you bastard and help me with these consoles. Hope you got the screwdriver, heh?” John's voice was teasing instead of genuinely annoyed.

“Sorry, mate,” Sam shouted back, winking at Clay. “I found the screwdriver. Will be over in a sec.”

Clay watched him move up swiftly, striding gracefully to the door before he suddenly turned. “See you later. Maybe tonight.”

And with that, he was gone. With Clay's breath too