Room to Move

Andre has finally come to the point where he can accept just a little more manlove from Dante, and Claudia’s late to arrive at the campout, but not too late to enjoy the cherry party.

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Room to Move
Lena Austin
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Copyright ©2008 Lena Austin

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Dante came out of the tent and sat down next to his long time roommate and part-time lover, Andre. Dante’s nerves were on fire, and his stomach was in knots. He knew why they were here, alone in the woods, and it wasn’t just arriving a few days early to get a good spot for the medievalist tournament that weekend. Still, the next move had to be Andre’s. Dante pulled a long stick from the kindling pile and poked at the flames. “Tent’s all made up.”

Andre, his lips pressed together so tightly his moustache was distorted, jerked his head in acknowledgement. He poured himself another mug of coffee from the pot suspended over the flames. He silently lifted the coffee pot toward Dante, and when he shook his head, Andre put it back on the hook. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Dante’s heart leapt and beat a rapid tattoo. Was this the moment when his handsome dark-haired roommate finally confessed? Dante resolved to keep things light and casual, difficult as that might be. “Yeah? Sounds serious.” Dante picked bark off his bit of kindling. “Okay, shoot. We’re alone here. The next occupied campsite is down near the main gate. Guess we can talk freely.” Nobody’s around but us, unless you count a thousand crickets.

Andre removed the wire-framed glasses he wore and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He drew a deep breath and sipped his coffee as if the caffeine would provide him with strength. “We’ve been living together and sharing Claudia for four years now.”

Four and a half years, but Dante wasn’t about to quibble. “True.”

Claudia, Andre’s wife, would join them in a day or two. The beautiful redhead, once a hairdresser to the stars, ran a cosmetology school. The school’s plumbing had developed a leak, and she insisted on overseeing the plumber personally.

Andre slugged down the rest of his mug in one gulp. His hand shook when he put the mug upside down on a nearby rock to drain. Dante’s heart went out to him, knowing how hard it was to say the words that needed to be said. Andre opened and closed his mouth twice before he managed to speak again. His words fell haltingly from his lips. “In all those years, I’ve never touched you sexually. But… you’ve touched me plenty of times.”

Dante wanted to reach out to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but held back. Instead, he needlessly poked at the fire again. He was the clown of their little trio, always providing the jokes, the airy tone, and keeping Andre from being too dour. This time, Dante didn’t know whether to keep his tone light, or become as serious as Andre was. Dante took the middle road and kept his tone truthful. “I like sucking your cock, Andre.”

Andre’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “Obviously. But…” He choked on the next words and coughed to hide his fear. “But I never reciprocate. It… it’s not fair.”

Now was time to be light-hearted. Dante waved a hand negligently. “Don’t worry about it. I get my rocks off.”

“Yeah, alone in your room after we’re done satisfying Claudia. I’m not stupid, Dante. You prefer men, don’t you?” He seemed at a loss for a moment. “Do you envy her?”

Dante swallowed his own fear. This was The Moment. The time when Dante had to speak the words Andre should hear. Maybe Andre was unsure he wanted Dante to say them, but honesty was always his policy. Did Dante want this? Yes. He’d dreamt about it four long, lonely years, and prayed this day would come. “If you’re asking if I’d love to take her place when you fuck her blind, yes.”

“Does it hurt to be… you know?” Andre took another stick and jabbed at the fire like he was using his sword in the tourney, but didn’t look him in the eye.

Dante tried not to laugh at the analogy even as he said it. “Only when the guy shoves his dick in like you just did the fire.” Dante ignored Andre’s surprised glance. Andre wasn’t completely homo stupid, just ignorant about what really went on between two men. “Remember, we don’t have natural lube like women. I use bottled lube, and my partner has to go very slowly until my body accepts the intrusion.”

They both retreated into their own contemplations. Dante was a hedgehog of nerves. What if Andre had finally made the choice? Was it a mere obligation out of his need for fairness? Dante didn’t want a mercy fuck. Dante wanted Andre to fuck him like a two-buck whore because he wanted to.

“Did you bring any lube?” Andre spoke very quietly in the hush. Even the night insects seemed to have shut up.

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