DONOVAN
We cannot decide what is more important, to kiss, to touch, to kiss the totality of each other’s bodies, to place heads between legs and pleasure each other, to pleasure each other together, to delve tongues into secret places. We go back and forth, hoping the rain never ends. At last, with an almost relief, Cade lies down on his stomach and allowed me in him. I am so stiff, so hard, and pushing my dick inside of him I almost cried. We both moaned together. and I was gentle, but only for a little bit, unable to stop myself. After all the foreplay, the actual fucking did not take very long. Exploding inside of Cade was like a fire bursting, or something else breaking I couldn’t name, and in the aftermath of the orgasm, I lay shaken, on top of him, his warm back under my cheek, strands of his damp hair in my mouth. I felt as if something had been taken from me, and he moaned a little. We lay like that. A moment later we lay face to face, and suddenly Cade was laughing.
“What?” I said to him.
“I don’t know.”
The rain stopped for a bit, but then continued. We kissed, and curled together, smoked cigarettes, drank the last of the rum. Massaged each other.
We lay together again, touching fingers, making itsy bitsy spider.
Up and down the waterspout
Down came the rain and washed
the spider out.
Thunder explodes above the trees.
The rain begins again, it’s steady drumbeats hitting the roof of the SUV, Cade fucks me rough against the backseat and his hands spasming as the roughly grasp my shoulders, he shouts as he comes, flooding me.
As the rain falls so heavily from a black sky that only a witch could see them, naked they come, the tall white figure, the shorter dark one, hand in hand over the mud, down, down into the hollow of the trees and into the reservoir made by the stream, dipping into that water, under the warm summer rain, the second baptism, washing off sweat and come, washing off mistakes and dullness and other lovers, dunking each other, scooping up water to wash each other, getting on knees to suck each other, Cade’s head arching back in surprised pleasure, Don’s mouth full of the surprised exclamation of expanding cock, holding, hugging, laughing, kissing, fucking, exhausted and sore, returning to the car to sleep till the rain lets up.
“Can I come home?” Cade asks.
Blinking, Don looks up at him for clarification.
“My home is with you,” Cade says.
Don says, “Come home.”
They came into town arguing over what exit to take, and as they drove past a line of stores and factories on the industrial corridor, Cade said, “I’m not sure what part of Wallington we’re in, but we are in Wallington.”
After a few minutes, Donovan said, “I think that’s Wal Mart, and if it’s Wal Mart then we’re on Portage.”
It was Wal Mart and Cade said, “What direction?”
“Left.. Unless you want to go back to Michigan?”
“I do, actually. I want to live on a beach.”
They headed down Portage, across the overpass, through the cemetery and the lovely old houses, and then the less lovely houses and, at last, turning into the old historic district around the school, they rumbled over the old fashioned brick lanes.
“Fuck bricks!” they declared, turning onto asphalt again, and Cade parked across the street from the old brick townhouse turned apartment.
When Don was reaching for his bag, Cade leaned ahead of him and said, “I got it.”
Following Don across the street, Cade sang:
“Sing oak and ash and thorn, my love
All on a midsummer's morn!
Surely we sing of no little thing
With oak and ash and thorn!
Donovan joined him:
Of all the trees that are in the wood
Old England to adorn
Greater are none beneath the sun
Than oak and ash and thorn
Sing oak and ash and thorn, my love
All on a midsummer's morn!
Surely we sing of no little thing
With oak and ash and thorn!
Don went into the kitchen to make coffee and then he and Cade sat on the enclosed porch, watching the taillights of cars rolling up the street as the night darkened and smoking cigarettes. Cade strummed his guitar lightly and while Don blinked, falling into what he called, nap time sleep, he heard Cade say: “I need to be around kids. Kids make shit make sense.”
“Sometimes,” Don agreed, grudgingly.
“I have to get out of that place,” Cade said.
At first Donovan thought he meant school, and then he said, “You’re finally going to be the one to move?”
“Out of that place and to your true home.”
“I,” Cade began, “I feel home here, and I know we’re together. But it’s your home, and… I thought you’d like your space.”
“Then this is the part where I say you aren’t doing that at all, and you think you are, and we go back and forth and that just really takes up a of time, so why don’t you just say okay?”
“Well, when you put it that way... Look at me.”
“Huh?” Don said, who had been paying more attention to his cigarette than Cade.
He looked at him.
“I really appreciate you.”
“Well, shit, Cademon. I appreciate you too.”
Don didn’t feel like going back into the apartment. The egg shaped chair was comfortable, the night fair, and Cade was right here. He fell asleep to Cade’s trilling guitar and the occasional car passing. But when he woke up and things were much quieter, it took him a while to realize Cade was weeping into his hands. Don felt embarrassed, ashamed of himself for witnessing it. He knew if it had been one of his girlfriends, he would have gone right to her, but he felt like Cade needed to be left to his own sorrow, and so, as much as he wanted to go to him, he pretended to sleep and tried to think about tomorrow.
Home at last, Donovan and Cade are finally ready to try and make a home with each other. But nothing is ever easy, and stumbles still remain. Join us tomorrow for the beginning of he closing chapters of our story.
