Mutually Experimental [BxB]

kiss

Sam's king-sized bed faced the window directly, opposite the room's entrance. Clay ambled in after him, staring up from the high ceiling to the armoire coloured closet with a fleeting wallpaper of Lil Nas X on sexy shorts, his nails painted and skin taut.

“Wow,” Clay sank on the edge lightly. “All these for just you?” He laid his head down and spread out his arms sideways. “f**k, this is heaven.”

“Careful midget.” Sam chuckled from where he stood leaning against the large mahogany desk with his arms folded as he watched Clay in amusement. “I'm not sure John screwed the rails tight so it might collapse on you.”

“Ah, to hell.” Clay grinned, lying on his side as his gaze raked all over Sam. “You do seem the aggressive type in bed. I bet you break a lot of them huh?”

Sam laughed. “Maybe. Once though. I've learnt to do it the hard way without a bed, just to be on a safe side.” He reached over to the cupboard above his head and drew out a Scrabble board and bags of alphabet square keys. “Come on now and help me get that dictionary to the bed. If we're gonna win I wanna make sure the words are accurate.”

They both dumped the items on the bed and clambered on opposite each other. Sam positioned the board between them and began to shuffle the alphabet keys. He drew out seven random tiles and moved the bag over to Clay to do the same  before placing the word ‘d**k' on the star pin, his lips slightly upturned.

Clay's cheeks heated up as he chuckled while passing. “So, how did you come out to your family?” he asked. “How old did you figure out the whole I-like-d**k thing?”

“I told them when I was twelve while still in middle school,” Sam studied his tiles, beaming as he placed ‘Kink’ vertically on the board. He watched Clay take his turn, laughing at the latter's pensive mood. “I came out at my graduation ceremony immediately after I collected my certificate.” he smiled. “Not that I planned on doing so but I was really mad when our principal refused to give the school's outcast, a lanky blonde guy his certificate because he was gay. Quite wicked if you think about it.”

Clay nodded.

“Also, I was popular and my lads always picked on the poor thing because he was geeky and avoided the football field like a plague. They sometimes took his lunch or set him up to humiliate him — which afforded him a top spot in our Principal's black book. So you could say my primary intent in coming out was to validly stand up for him. I was damn tired of trying to cover up while watching the poor boy cry endlessly for something that isn't his fault. Being popular meant you have to stick with the majority, your fans and sluts make you what you are.”

“That was brave.” Clay stared at him, those beautiful emerald eyes intent and focused.

Sam nodded. “Maybe. It made the headlines after I left and my folks weren't pleased. I never saw them in high school anyway and the ones I came across avoided me. My parents were not surprised, well...my Dad took it harder than Mom who had her suspicions about me hanging up hot male model wallpapers and never bringing a girl home as my elder brother did. He'd been smitten with Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj — in love with their shapes more like while I lusted after Same Sivan and Lil Nas X.”

Clay thought back on his own Lil Nas X wallpaper in his room and smiled. “Lil Nas is so dope. I mean, damn his hot body.”

“After I came out, I put up more wallpapers of him shirtless or completely stripped, alongside the ones of him dressed as a cowboy.” he grinned. “My Mom teased me non-stop about them while Dad just hung his head as though in regret.” his expression darkened at the memory of his Dad's disappointment concerning his sexuality. “I mean he never said an unkind word nor spoke to me at all afterwards but Mom made him accept it eventually. Trust me, you don't want to know how.”

“How about your brother?” Clay asked. “Did he give you a hard time?”

“He simply didn't care, spent most of his time with his girlfriend. Then once he teased me about chasing d**k while t**s worked fine for him. We got along better when he wasn't in his introverted mode.” Sam sighed. “He's my only sibling, married now anyway to an Italian woman. They've got a two months old baby together and whenever he complains about nappies or baby cries disturbing his sleep, my sister-in-law smacks him hard. They're so happy together.”

They played on in silence while Sam ruminated on what he'd just divulged. He'd left school due to his dyslexia which had been diagnosed at age fifteen. Literacy just didn't hold any appeal to him and he was lucky to have a wealthy family who didn't mind him being the ‘brawn’. Reece, his elder brother handled the office while Sam enjoyed sleeping around to earn his keep as a man. At nineteen he'd started a labouring job with a local builder's merchant but five months afterwards left the profession. It wasn't the best for him, he'd thought. He recently began studying carpentry as a vocational course in college. Practicals gave him a lot less headache than academics which he was grateful for.

Clay paused, staring up at him in wonder laced with admiration. Sam felt a jolt of pleasure that Clay was so into him. He looked like he wanted to pounce and strip Sam off his clothes in one go.

“I like your physique,” Clay looked him over appreciatively. “Not too fat, not too lean... Hashtag ‘My type’ ”

“It's a family thing.” Sam flexed his taut muscles. “My elder brother Reece is the only one who turned out more bloke than the rest of us. My Dad and Uncle are both lean-built but Reece tries to get off a bit of fat by hitting the gym twice a week. He wants to be like the rest of us sexy beasts.”

“You're lucky.” Clay whispered dreamily. “Can you take on bad guys with those muscles?”

“When it comes to that, I prefer bargain,” Sam winked. “The kind that comes with a booty call in bed. I have a nice arse as you've noticed and the bad guys might prefer spanking those instead.”

“But when it comes down to real matters, I'd prefer someone liking me for who I am not for my looks or characteristics. I've met a lot of guys, slept with them but nothing worthwhile came out of such flings because they were all into my physique and pretty d**k. Some don't just talk before we start the whole s*x thing which leads me to believe they're only interested in my body,” he chuckled. “f**k, now I'm sounding like a girl but it's the truth. I've got twinks who gave me impersonal blowjobs without even bothering to know my name and I decided it's not for me. That's why I quitted sleeping around for cash, but that's not saying I need candles and commitment.” he said thickly, wanting to dispel such thoughts from Clay's mind. That he was offering his body to be toyed with didn't mean anything serious. “I still keep friends with benefits which is a whole lot safer and better than sleeping with total strangers.”

“That sucks.” Clay frowned as he exchanged his two alphabet tiles and waited for Sam to play. “I've only slept with Tina once when our relationship was on the brink of collapsing but it wasn't blissful. It seemed as though purgatory opened up when I plunged my d**k down her tight hole.”

Sam smirked as he tried conjuring such a similar scene a few years back. Reece had challenged him to f**k a w***e and not wanting to lose all his savings on such a ‘trivial’ bet, he'd gone ahead to corner one to the pub's toilets where the business was executed. He felt terrible afterwards but at least he kept his money. After that, he'd got into an exclusive relationship with his hot vocational male teacher — something that'd lasted for three months before the older man moved away. Sam stayed single for two months extra, reviling in occasional hook-ups with Frank who lived next door but the latter wanted something serious and Sam wasn't up for that. Aside from these, Sam rarely had any other s****l partners.

“How long were you and Tina together?” he asked, looking up again.

“Five years, not counting the three years we spent in high school.”

Sam whistled. “That's a long time.”

Clay nodded, his face etched with increasing sadness. “I wish we didn't have to say goodbye soon,” he stood up abruptly. “I have to go. Never really liked Scrabble. I'll be in my room in case you need anything.”

“Help me pack up.” Sam got to his feet too as he folded the board into two halves and slotted it into the wooden cabinet. Clay gathered the alphabet keys too and placed the dictionary in its previous place. After they finished, Sam suddenly pushed Clay into the mattress and trapped him on both sides with his elbows.

“What the —” Clay squealed, his cheeks heated at their proximity. He could feel the weight of Sam's torso pressed down on him.

“Permit my bullocks.” Sam smirked as he removed his thighs from Clay's thighs. “They might come in handy someday,” he said lowly, his guts twisting at the sight of Clay, flushed and confused beneath him. However, his emerald irises darkened with a need that Sam considered mutual.

“Um... Yeah.” Clay swallowed hard and Sam's crotch hitched in his trousers. “I guess I can handle that.”

“Have you... ever kissed another man?” Sam whispered, not trying to hide the mischievous glint he was sure Clay must have seen.

Clay shook his head, his eyes focused on Sam's lips now. Sam reached down and pushed his fingers into Clay's dark curls, his palm cupping the back of Clay's neck. He pulled his hair gently, bringing Clay's head down until their lips met. Sam kissed him, soft and tender but equally thorough and Clay gave in to it, sucking on Sam's bottom lip and moaned. It was a calm kiss, sweet, hot and filled with a need either of them didn't think they possessed and Clay could feel his c**k responding beneath Sam's. He groaned and flipped Sam over to straddle him and reconnected their lips. They kissed on for five minutes more, then Clay rolled off to nestle beside Sam, flat on his back as he stared up at the ceiling, his heavy breathing matched his chest which rose and fell quietly.

“Damn.” Clay blurted, face flushed. “I've obviously been losing out.”

Sam propped himself on an elbow to look down at Clay. His lips were reddened and his hair sticking out in all directions. Sam wanted to crawl over Clay and keep on going but he noticed that Clay though excited was really nervous and Sam wanted to take things one step at a time. So he dropped a quick peck on Clay's cheeks and smirked.

“How about I come over tomorrow night and we could get down to more than this?” he twirled Clay's curls with his fingers. “I'll show you some more things you've been losing out on while we watch Glee and eat popcorns in your room?”

Clay's eyes brightened. “That's exactly the motivation I need to sleep soundly. Yes, of course. What time would you be coming over?”

“How about seven o'clock? I'll bring the popcorns and a few cans of milkshakes to keep the energy up.”

“Great.” Clay smiled again, heaving himself off the bed and out the door with Sam following closely behind till they got to his front porch. “See you tomorrow.” Sam leaned forward and kissed him softly and Clay responded positively. Sam hoped it'd turn out great the next day.

He simply couldn't wait.