While his father and brother
were downstairs talking about Kent’s
possible demise, Crispin was smiling to himself,
remembering the evening just past…
A soon as Kent closed the
door to his apartment Crispin moved to close the distance between them. Then he
hesitated, uncertain if he had it in him to do what he wanted to. Kent stood,
watching him and Crispin knew that what happened next would be his choice and
his alone. He lifted his hand, touching Kent’s jaw, feeling the light
stubble that instantly added to his awareness that this was a man standing in
front of him. Not that he was unaware of that of course.
Kent sighed softly, his eyes locked on Crispin’s face,
searching.
Slowly Crispin leaned forward,
his hand sliding down to cup Kent’s
jaw as he pressed a hesitant kiss to his lips. When Kent
returned it gently, asking for nothing more than what he was being given,
Crispin deepened it, his hand by then tangled in Kent’s shoulder-length hair.
When he eventually stepped
back Crispin was smiling, running the tip of his tongue over his lips as if
trying to discover if the flavor of the kiss was still there. “Not what I
expected,” he admitted.
Kent chuckled. “And just what did you think it would be
like?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps a bit
off-putting if that makes sense. That your lips would be, alright this probably
sounds stupid but rough maybe, umm, damn. I don’t know. I definitely didn’t
expect that it would be…”
“Like kissing a woman only
better?”
“Most definitely better. Who
knew?”
Kent tossed his head back, laughing. “I did.”
“Now I feel like a total
idiot.” When Crispin turned away he was quickly spun back around, Kent’s hands on
his waist, to face him again.
“You’re not an idiot. You’ve
just never explored this side of you before.”
“Until a moment ago I wasn’t
that certain it even existed.”
Kent nodded. “Then why did you kiss me?”
With open sincerity Crispin
replied, “To find out.”
“Then this was just an
experiment, nothing more.” Kent
obviously tried to hide his disappointment.
“No!” Crispin sighed. “No,”
he repeated. “I just, I’m old enough to be…”
“Do not say brother or
uncle,” Kent
muttered. “The way I’m feeling that would be totally incestuous.”
Crispin smiled slightly.
“Well then let’s just say I’m much older than you and should know myself well
enough to get that I’m not immune to men.”
“All men?” Again Kent felt hurt
that Crispin was being so general in his statements and Crispin immediately saw
that in his face.
“I’m doing this very badly.
No not all men, though yes I guess I’ve looked at them. You pointed that out
yourself soon after we met.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Perhaps if I
kiss you again you’ll understand better what I can’t seem to say in words.”
Kent smiled. “It’s worth a try.”…
The rest of the evening had
been spent sharing kisses and small touches while watching some television
movie that if asked Crispin could not have described now. It had been only that
and nothing more, as Kent had been careful not to push Crispin beyond his still
hesitant limits. Crispin had ended up as
he had the previous weekend sleeping alone in Rick’s bedroom and in the morning
he’d accepted without hesitation Kent’s offer to drive him home.
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