Horsing Around

They couldn’t f**k in the house. David got too loud and it felt strange to have Marcus on him and in him while they were in the bed where he’d spent his teenaged years. They arrived two days before Christmas. When they carried their bags upstairs, David’s mother Sara told them, “You boys take David’s old room. I made up the bunk beds for you. ” Oblivious. David wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Marcus asked him about it as they unpacked their bags. “She probably just thinks you’re some lonely singleton with no place to be on Christmas. I’ve brought friends home from college before at the holidays. Ones who couldn’t afford to fly back home or who didn’t want to.” Marcus stood behind him and wrapped his strong arms around David’s waist. He gazed at David in the mirror. “Babe, you really should tell them about us.” “I know. I will.” The thought made his torso cold. Marcus was his first man—he’d brought home girlfriends all through high school and college and now this—this unfathomable desire for Marcus. It had started in May. Watching Marcus’s strong arms and broad back grow wet and slick as he worked on the animals captured David utterly. He’d been glad to be wearing loose khakis—they hid his growing c**k. David denied the attraction through June, spent July and August nights m**********g to thoughts of Marcus and in September, they started for real. David kept his voice low. “I’m not sure I can explain it to them when I haven’t really figured it out myself.” “I’m not saying you have to do it right this second but—I’m not going to lie to them if they start asking about my girlfriends. Are we clear on that?” “Clear.” “I won’t push you. You just let me know what you’re ready for.” Marcus nuzzled David’s golden neck. David’s gaze flicked to the bedroom’s open door. He turned in Marcus’s grip, kissed his bare scalp and dark eyebrows. “Thanks. Thanks for coming home with me and being with me and….” Loving me. He couldn’t say that—yet.