Chapter 18 – Chapter 18

I went to see Trick and Raylan the following weekend. Immediately, I noticed that they seemed to be sharing the same room. Raylan's room was perfect, bed made and all clothes tucked away. Trick's room was a mess. It was late on Friday night, but I asked Trick to take a walk with me. He took my hand and held it as walked the Katy Trail.

"What would happen if I told you I wanted us to be exclusive and monogamous?" I asked.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because, that's who I am; I'm not imbued with the ethos of your generation."

"Honestly, I would say okay, and then I'd fuck around behind your back. I don't think monogamy is my thing. I'm just not a 'sex is a big deal' guy. I'm a 'sex is just sex' guy. I can share my body without sharing my heart."

"Would you even try?"

"Sure, but I know I wouldn't succeed. I think monogamy is an antiquated idea. It was started to control people and to prevent unwanted pregnancy. With birth control, there's no need for that control or that prevention."

"So, you don't care if I have sex with other people?"

"Not really, so long as it's just sex. You can share your body. Just not your heart. Your heart is mine."

"What about Raylan? Aren't you sharing your heart with him?"

"Yes, but not in the way I mean. Raylan's my bro, and he always will be. I love him, but I'm not in love with him. And, I never will be. I'd cut him out first."

"So, what about your dad?" I asked. "I love him, but I'm not in love with him. So, is he fair game?"

Trick did not respond at first. We walked on in silence, still holding hands. I could not tell if he was thinking or calming himself. Finally, he said, "Here's what I think about that. You may not be in love with him now, but you were once. If you can have sex with him without without falling back in love with him, then I guess I have no say in the matter. I'm not a hypocrite. I loathe hypocrisy. It's one of the world's ugliest traits. It seems like it would be weird to be fucking a father and his son, but I've never done it. If you can protect your heart and lure Russell into your bed, have at it. But, I don't want to hear about it. I don't even want to know about it."

"You know your dad calls his dick Russell?"

"Sure. He refers to it in the third person all the time."

"What do you call yours?" It seemed odd I didn't know.

"I usually call it Russ. You know, like 'little Russell.' But, with you, I haven't. It seemed weird, what with you knowing Russell and all."

We turned and headed back to the apartment. We meandered hand in hand. I wanted to tell Trick I did not want Raylan in our bed that night, but I did not want to come across as an older man than I already had.

I went to bed first. I was surprised when Trick came in and closed the door behind him. "Where's Raylan?" I asked.

"If it's all the same to you, I told him I wanted you to myself this weekend. He understands."

"I'd like that. A lot."

"Me, too," he said, settling into bed, and kissing me.

"And," he added, "I've thought about it some more. If you want to be monogamous, I'll try as hard as I can. I'll even cut Ray-Ray off. Especially if it means you won't be fucking my dad."

When he said it, the preposterousness of it all overwhelmed me. "I don't care about Raylan," I said. "And, I don't want your dad. I was just lawyering it, pressing the hypothetical."

*****

At my age, I never make it through the night without going to the bathroom. When I returned to bed that night, Trick was on his back, his arms were behind his head, and he was hard and flat against his stomach.

"Are you awake?" I asked.

"I am."

"Do you want to fool around?"

"I do."

I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him. I buried my face in his armpits and licked them. There was a hint of body odor, the kind that develops during the day, no matter what you try to avoid it. I loved that odor.

I sucked his nipples through the hair that was growing back out. I had told Trick I never wanted him to trim again. I liked his hairy look.

I laid my head on his stomach, and took him into my mouth from the side. I swirled my tongue around the head, trying to make it as sensitive as possible. As I did, Trick started jacking hinself and moaning. I was surprised when he came, not expecting it so fast.

"That was awesome," he said. "Now, will you make love to me?"

"Sure. I thought you'd never ask."

I lubed us both and moved between his legs. I raised his ass and, sitting on my haunches, entered him. Using his hip bones for leverage, I slid in and out of him. He flipped on the bedside light and fluffed his pillow behind his head so he could watch, and we locked eyes. It was so intimate, I had to kiss him. I pulled out, crawled up his body, and kissed him gently on the mouth. He locked his legs around me and pulled me back in.

"I want you to come inside me," he said.

"I'm so close."

"Kiss me while you come."

I lowered my face to his, and when our tongues touched, my balls clenched, and I came. Trick sucked and bit my tongue. I stayed hard and kept at him until I came again. I collapsed onto him, and he wrapped his athletic, muscular arms and legs around me, clamping me to him.

"I love you, Trophy."

"Trophy?"

"Yeah, I don't like 'Chris.' I like that you call me 'Trick,' not Pat or Patty. So, I looked at 'Chistropher,' noticed 't-r-o-p-h' in middle, added a y, and, wa la, came up with 'Trophy.'"

"I don't like it. And, you're the trophy, not me."

"I'll come up with something else."

"Like 'Chris'?"

"Nah, that's too boring. You're not boring."

"Well, I'm going to sleep while you think about it," I said, rolling off of him and settling my head on his shoulder.

"Good night, Trophy," he teased.

*****

We spent the weekend in Trick's room, leaving only for provisions. We were not sure when, but Raylan at some point left. Either he wanted us to have privacy or he was hurt at being excluded. We assumed Trick would find out soon enough.

We slept a lot. Trick was young enough that he could sleep a day away. I was old enough that I needed sleep, especially since we were having sex almost every moment we were awake. The chocolate sauce even made its way back in.

Raylan's door was closed when I tip-toed out Monday morning. In the 60 or so hours I was there, I had seen him only to say hello upon my arrival.

*****

Trick visited me the following weekend. Raylan dropped him off and then took Trick's car on to Wichita. Amy and Rob had no idea Trick was in town, so I had him all to myself. Like the weekend before, we spent the weekend eating, sleeping, and having sex. Trick got way more than he gave, as he had incredibly bounce back abilities. I, on the other hand, was oversexed, and barely able to get hard as Saturday moved to Sunday. Trick thought it was funny. I thought it was sad.