“Be Quietly Grateful”

Thomas lay on the grass in the public gardens. It was a great day, but the pale skinned boy was lying in comparative shade and privacy under a willow tree in the small walled off inner garden. Despite the heat of the day, there was hardly anyone about, even in the garden proper, and the shy blond had taken off his shirt and was using the garment to protect his bare chest from the rough grass. He lay with his head pillowed on his arms and day dreamed.

The kiss started slow, almost lazily so, warm and wet and open between his shoulder blades. Thomas stirred from his summer doze, but didn’t fully wake. The tips of long fingers trickled slowly down the sides of his slim rib cage, one palm coming to cup the top of one narrow hip. He opened one blue eye, pushing himself up onto his forearms. The action allowed his assailant to slip the free hand under him. Fingers brushed his nipple, and Thomas froze as a warm weight settled gently over his hips. He heard cloth rustle and the hands and mouth removed themselves momentarily. A discarded white shirt dropped onto the grass in his vision. Intent fingers returned, drifting down over his abdomen, swirling in his flat navel. Thomas hissed and automatically sucked in his non-existent stomach and lifted his body higher off the grass, allowing the fingers better access to him.

In two quick movements, the front of his jeans were undone. With infinite slowness, the fingers crept down to seek out the hem of his boxers and he could feel their palpable surprise when they encountered nothing of the kind. Thomas shifted and rolled over to see his assailant. A dark skinned boy from his English class looked down at him with liquid chocolate eyes, topless as well and dressed in nothing but a pair of denim cut offs. Thomas could feel his hardness and that of the other boy’s through their clothes.

Before he could say anything the boy shifted his position and placed his mouth over Thomas’s navel, long agile tongue stroking the soft flesh there, his hands coaxing Thomas’s hips up off the ground so that he could slide the jeans down off his hips. Thomas let out a soft gasp and immediately the palm of one of the boy’s hands closed over his open mouth. Thomas dragged the tip of his tongue across that smooth sensitive skin and he felt the other shudder.

“Hush,” said the dark skinned boy, lifting his mouth from Thomas’s navel.

“What’s your name?” asked Thomas in reply once the hand had been removed from his mouth. It struck him then how odd this was. He recognised the boy who was neatly straddling his hips, but he could not place a name to that unarguably pretty face.

“I’m Sera.” He whispered, then silenced Thomas with a long kiss. He was inquisitive and Thomas, surprising himself, was willing to surrender and let the other plunder whatever he had to give. All the while, Sera’s hands wandered down over Thomas’s near-naked body, stroking at his nipples and down to his hips. His mouth followed down, white even teeth tugging at one hard honey coloured nipple. Thomas stifled a moan by biting his lip as strong slim hands began stroking his sex.

Thomas tasted blood as he tried not to moan as Sera closed his mouth, unbelievably hot, over his sex, swallowing him whole. The other boy had shifted, yet again, to do this and Thomas could no longer feel the comfortable weight of him. Sera’s slim fingers had closed tight over his hips, pinning him to the ground even as he tried to push up into that mouth. He could feel Sera’s teeth, a sweet danger on his self control. Thomas focused on the copper-salt taste of blood in his mouth, trying to stifle the moans that Sera was the cause of. Thomas wound pale fingers into long dark hair, wanting to keep that too hot to be real mouth just where it was. The knowledge, niggling in the back of Thomas’s brain in a small sensible voice, that they could get caught at any moment only made him turn harder in Sera’s mouth.

Sera was stronger than he was and pulled up. Letting go of Thomas's hips he somehow managed to wriggle out of his cut offs and extract Thomas from the remains of his jeans before lying on top of him. Both boys let out low hisses as sex touched sex and their limbs intertwined as Sera kissed the blood from the pale boys mouth as they moved together. Finally Sera sat up and stretched languidly like a cat in heat. Thomas ran greedy hands up over the other’s slim long body. Sera looked down at him with a Cheshire smile.

Thomas twisted smoothly as Sera’s dark hands turned him over. He felt that he was being unwrapped, examined, but Sera’s wordless sounds of approval and his warm hands reassured him the other boy encouraged him to kneel, pulling him back against him hands wrapped around his thin body. Thomas twisted his neck around to receive a rough kiss from his companion, and finally he heard Sera’s laboured breath, heavy with lust and felt his need, hot as his mouth and harder than anything against his back.

The dark boy kissed along an invisible line down Thomas’s shoulder and he had to stifle another moan. The arms wrapped around him held him tight and flush against Sera as the other explored his chest with questing fingers, flicking at his nipples until he let out a low illicit moan. Fingertips teased at the base of his sex, tickling from hips to tip and making him groan.

Suddenly Sera drew away and Thomas turned around to see the boy busying himself extracting something from the pocket of his cut offs. He almost flinched when he realised what Sera was trying to find. Then the warmth of the other boy came back, moist breath in his ear, the tip of his tongue licking the sensitive cartilage. Sera eased Thomas’s legs apart with his knees and the boy felt the tip of a finger touch delicately at his opening before sliding all the way into him. The action made him wince with pain as a second artificially slippery finger was added. He would have cried out, but his fear of being heard made him bite back the sound. He felt Sera’s fingers move within him, smoothly gently, stroking some secret hidden and previously dormant part of him.

All too soon the fingers withdrew, leaving Thomas’s body crying out for more. They were replaced with a hard nudge and Thomas felt Sera’s mouth by his throat. Mutely he nodded and Sera placed a warm kiss on the back of his neck as he slid into him with one long slow push. Thomas really would have cried out then, if it hadn’t been for the pair of fingers that had slipped into his mouth. He sucked at them greedily, stifling his moans as Sera shifted once inside him and began to move, as slow as he could force himself to go in the oh-so-tight sheath of Thomas’s body. His free hand wrapped around Thomas’s sex stroking with the same slow rhythm of his soft thrusts. It was all Thomas could do to stay upright as he clung tight with both hands to the forearm of the hand at his mouth, the free fingers holding his jaw in an iron grip. He moaned around them as Sera increased his pace.

It had been painful, almost excruciatingly so, but now, after the pain, came a warm wave of something better and even the pain felt good in an odd sort of way. Thomas moved back against Sera’s hips, mirroring his motions and matching him thrust for thrust as their pace quickened. Thomas felt that all his nerves were on fire as every single one of Sera’s thrusts hit that perfect point deep inside him that made him want to cry out loud, Sera’s hand moving fast, almost frantic on his sex.

Then suddenly he felt a tightness spread throughout his body followed by an outward rush of warmth as he spilled himself over Sera’s dark hand and the grass before them. Sera came into the aftershocks of Thomas’s release, flooding him. Both held still as stone statues for a long moment before Sera let go out of Thomas and they fell apart. Thomas fell sideways, utterly exhausted, to find Sera’s arms about him, stopping him hitting his head on the hard ground.

They rested for a while, and Thomas slipped in and out of consciousness. He opened his eyes, what felt like hours later, though the sun had hardly moved to find Sera standing up. He’d cleaned himself off with a tissue in his pocket and pulled on his cut offs, slinging his shirt over his shoulders, leaving the flowing white garment open. Kneeling down he pressed a clean tissue into Thomas’s hand and kissed him long and slow before getting up and walking away. Thomas wanted call out to him, but he couldn’t move, and somehow, his forced silence during their encounter still seemed to hold sway. No words would come.

Sera vanished from sight, slowly, as though in a dream, around the brick wall that enclosed the little garden with it’s budding flowers and drifts of wildly green border plants. Thomas lay on his back, staring up at the impossible blue of the summer sky through the leaves of the willow tree.