The Hots (mxm)

39. Tom & Huckleberry (Sam)*

   *in this chapter, I make a reference to the famous characters from Mark Twain's novel 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer' written in 1876 . All credits go to the author.

   [trigger warning - violence and emotional trauma description]

   "Are you comfortable, Peppercorn?" I squeeze Alec closer and sigh contentedly at the feeling of his smooth skin on mine.

   His untamed locks are tickling my nose, luring me to bury my face in his soft hair and take in the sweet scent of caramel and raspberries, left from his exploits with my mother's fresh, farm products. Beautiful angel! I'm so devastatingly in love with him. I also want him like hell. His quick breathing clearly shows he feels the same. The way he presses his back into me and traces my forearms with the tips of his fingers only raises the tension between us, making it almost unbearable. The water is warm, but my blood is boiling. I carefully slide my palms on the inner side of his thighs.

   "Sam..." Alec gulps heavily, "I think I... I'm... " He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. I smile victoriously, but decide not to address his obvious arousal yet. I'll let him suffer a little bit more. It's necessary.

   "Alright then," I lean my chin on his shoulder. It's time to start my confession. This is way more difficult than to show him my tattooed butt. It takes all my courage to tell this story. I haven't shared it with anyone but my mother. I feel the need, though, to let Alec see me in a different light. He thinks I'm confident and smug, but there were moments in my life when I was simply devastated. Life can be cruel. Love can hurt. People can be even worse. He is afraid of being pitied. I'll make him understand that he's not the only one. It's not the end of the world if the person you love feels compassion for you. Compassion and desire can go together without one affecting the other. I hope to prove my point.

   I brace myself and begin. "Victor and I grew up together. His parents' house is right across the street. We're the same age, have similar interests and I'd say, we were cut from the same cloth. We've always been inseparable, camping, fishing, stealing cherries from the neighboring orchards, riding bicycles and pulling pranks on our classmates. It was awesome. Our teachers loved us, despite the undeniable truth that we were a real nightmare at school. Everyone called us Tom and Huckleberry after Mark Twain's characters. We got into trouble too often. Our knees were always bruised and cloths torn. We were constantly under punishment, and yet, we wouldn't have it any other way."

   "This sounds fun," Alec giggles. "I envy you a little. I was a quiet child, reading in my room most of the time or trying new recipes in the kitchen. Riding a bicycle hasn't even crossed my mind. Well, I did love climbing trees and wandering in the park, but that was all. Not that I didn't feel happy. I have never needed other people around me to be content. Now that I listen to you, though, I think that I might have missed some great experiences."

   "It's never too late, babe," I kiss his ear. "We can steal some apricots tomorrow if you want. I doubt we'll be grounded, but on the other hand, I definitely don't recommend that part."

   "Noooo! I want to do something fun, but by no means will I steal, Sam," he protests. "I saw a river nearby and was actually going to ask you if we could go hiking or have a picnic."

   "You know what, this is an excellent idea." I should have thought about this myself. "All set then! I'm taking you on a boat trip tomorrow and we'll do some fishing as well."

   "Really?" Alec beams and turns to kiss my cheek. "Thank you, Teddy Bear! I can't wait! Mmm, so, what happened next between you and Victor?"

   "We grew up," I sigh. "The hormones kicked in and I realized one day that I wanted him to be more than my best friend. We were fourteen or fifteen."