Chapter 2 (Todd)
#2 of First Steps
It's like 3 o'clock in the morning here. I can't fall back asleep. When I look up, Wendell is no where to be found. Where the hell did he go? I think. I don't remember him getting up in the middle of the night. The last thing I remember is going to bed holding him.
I'm suddenly blinded by light, I shield my eyes with my arms then hear his voice.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Wendell asks, taking his paw off the light switch.
"No, I just couldn't go back to sleep." I say, "What are you doing?"
"I was getting something to drink."
"Oh." That's a relief, for a second, I thought he was too embarrassed about the whole "me and him" thing. Wendell turns off the light and lies down next to me.
"So, when did you say your parents are coming back from their trip again?"
"Sunday."
"What did you want to do before then?"
"Not sure." My parents had to go on a business trip for about a week. After that, I have no idea how to tell them about Wendell. They've known him since we met, but not sure how they're going to take news like this. "Is it okay if we discuss this in the morning?"
"Sure." he says, embracing me again.
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It's the second time I woke up this morning, except this time the sun is out. I can feel the rays warm up my face. Or is it Wendell's breath because his muzzle is inches away from mine. I give him a small kiss and he wakes up.
"Is it morning yet?" he asks, yawning. I nod. I hear my cell phone go off, and I instantly wake up. Way to go whoever it is! I take a look at who is calling: my mother.
"Mom?" I answer, still tired.
"Todd."
"What is it?"
"We're gonna be late."
It takes a minute for the news to sit in. "What is it?"
"Your father and I are gonna be here for another day."
"Why?"
"Something's come up."
Wendell notices the tears forming in my eyes. "Will I still be able to see you soon?"
"Yes. We'll be home on Monday. I promise." Then I hear the dial tone. I put the phone down on the dresser and sit on the edge of my bed.
"What's wrong?" Wendell asks.
"Monday."
"Pardon?"
"They're gonna be until Monday."
"Did they say why?" Wendell sits next to me and puts an arm around my shoulder.
"No." Is all I manage to say before I break down. I was really looking forward to seeing them after seven days of not being able to.
"Don't cry, you'll see them soon."
"I know but still." I sat through tears. Wendell hugs me, and I hug him back.
"Listen: I'm still here. I'll stay with you until your folks come home."
"Thanks." I can't help but ask him something. "By the way, you never told me why you wanted to spend the night with me."
"Oh, that." Wendell releases me and looks at the floor.
"What is it?"
"Originally, I was just coming to hang out with you, but after I told you who I was, you gave me the courage to tell my parents about it." He's still looking at the floor. Where's this going? "That's why I was up at 3 last night. I wasn't getting a drink, I was calling my house to tell them the truth."
"And what'd they say?" I ask, dreading the answer.
"They told me never to come home and that they won't have a child who thinks of boys that way."
What? I can't believe what I'm hearing! This is terrible!
"Well, if it's my fault..." I start but Wendell interrupts me.
"It isn't your fault. And to be honest, I don't care what they think. They're just more haters in this world." He holds my paw. "Plus it doesn't matter, I love you and that's all I care about right now."
"Thanks." I say, "And you're more than welcome to stay here for as much as you need to." Wendell hugs me quickly and walks out of my room, I follow.
"Well, what did you want to do today?" he asks.
"I don't know. To be honest I'm not much of a 'planner' if you know what I mean."
"I get it." After he says that, there's silence. This is exactly what I'm afraid of: not talking and awkward silence.
"I'm gonna go get changed and then we can discuss this." I say, trying to break the silence.
"Ok." Wendell says, then gets on the couch and lays down.
I walk back up the stairs to my room and close the door. Why must I always get nervous around him? I open my dresser drawers and toss out a pair of jean shorts and a plain white T-shirt. It takes me a moment to get changed. When I'm done, I throw the dirty clothes in the corner, promising to get them later. I hear the door creak a bit. When I turn around, the door's open and Wendell is in the doorway.
"Were you watching me change?" I ask nervously.
"Yeah. I remembered I left my phone in here." he points to the bed. A closer look reveals that he did leave it. But why get it when I told him I was getting undressed? Is this one of the things he's curious about?
"Oh," I blush deep red, "Ok. For a second I thought you wanted to see me change."
"I kind of did." Wendell walk over the bed and sits down, taking his phone in his hand. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I won't do it again."
"It's fine." It's the truth, I'm okay with it, he just needs to tell me first. "Is this one of the things you're curious about?"
"Maybe." the look on Wendell's face when he said that clearly said that he absolutely was.
I sit next to him and put an arm around him. "What else are you wondering about?" Now I'm curious about him. Well, mostly what's going in his mind.
"Is it okay... if I can see you... without clothes?" Wendell asks, his cheeks are very red.
"I'm not getting naked."
"I know, I just want... to see."
"Fine. As long as you do the same."
"Ok." he says. I can tell his heart is beating faster. Mine is too. Wendell puts his paws on the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls it over my head. He gently tosses the shirt to the foot of the bed. He reaches for my pants button but hesitates.
"May I?" Wendell asks.
"Yes." Again: I'm ok with him doing this, at least he's being polite about it. He reaches down and carefully unbuttons my jeans and slowly slides them off my legs. I'm left there, just in my white briefs, nervous about what he wants to do next.
"Did you want to take my clothes off?" Wendell asks.
"Do you want me to?"
"Sure."
I go slow like him. I take off his purple shirt, throw it aside, then calmly unbutton his khakis and take them off. We sit there like this for who knows how long before one of us says something.
"Uh... you have a nice body." Wendell says shyly.
"Thanks." I used the same tone as him.
"I'm sorry, I'm just... really bad at flirting." I think he's looking at my bare chest.
"Wendell! It's okay!" I can't help but smile at him. I put a paw under his muzzle and look at him in the eyes. "You don't have to be shy."
"Would you mind if I... felt... you?"
"Ok, but please stay above the waist." I lay down on my back. Wendell takes his paw and slowly rubs my chest. I tense up a bit, but I love the feeling.
"You're very soft." he says.
"Thanks."
He gets on top of me and lays down, resting his head on my chest. I gently pet his head. He looks up and smiles at me. I give him a kiss. My heart is literally beating out of my chest. i wrap my arms around him and pull him up. Wendell puts his paws on either side of me, leans down and kisses me more.
I can't help but moan a bit into the kiss. I can hear him do the same. Our breathing starts speed up. He ends the kiss and stares at me. "WHY END IT!?!?" my mind is screaming, but thankfully I don't say it out loud.
"I'm sorry, did you want to be on top?" Wendell asks, still breathing heavy.
"Did you want me to?"
He nods in response. Before I can say anything, he puts his arms around me, lifts me and turns over so that now I'm laying on him. This is too hot!!!
"So..." I say, not finished with him. "How about I get some of that 'curiosity' off your mind." I wink at him and kiss him. I feel his paws wrapping around me, I even get a few pats on the back. After a while of this, Wendell starts to mess with my tail. I know I said "no below waist" but this I'm ok with.
"Do you love playing with my tail?" I ask.
"Yes." he says.
"Well, don't be shy." I playfully say. I bring my tail up to him so it's easier to reach. his paws caress my tail and I can't help but softly moan in pleasure.
"Did you want to play with mine?" he asks.
"Yes." I get off of him and lay down next to him, facing him. I let my tail stay in his paws. Wendell gives me his tail and I start doing this same for him, petting it slowly. After another kiss, we talk again.
"Can I tell you something?" I say.
"Sure Todd, what is it?"
"I just feel like... we shouldn't have any awkward moments of silence between us. I love talking with you and when we aren't talking, it makes me scared that we're gonna stop altogether."
"You shouldn't feel that way. It's just that I've never had a boyfriend before... and I'm scared I might say the wrong thing to drive you away."
"You haven't said anything wrong to me before." I try to reassure him.
"I know, but I'm afraid that it will happen." Wendell says.
"You don't have to be."
"Well... what about when it comes to... stuff like this." he nods towards our tails, which are still in each other's paws.
"For starters, you don't have to ask about every single detail, second, you're not trying to force me into sex with you so it's fine." I smile at him. Ever since I told him that I'm gay and he told me he's somewhat bi, I've been wanting him to be comfortable doing stuff like this with me.
"I only ask to make sure it's okay to do what I'm going to do." he explains.
"Wendell, I love you. I'm okay if you do this sort of thing without asking." I hold up his tail to show what I'm talking about.
"Ok, if you say so. And by the way, love you too." he says, kissing me again.
"I love you more."
"Oh no you don't." he says playfully.
"Yes I do." I get up and hover over him, staring into his pretty eyes again.
"Oh really?" Wendell wraps his arms around me again and stands up, taking me with him. I wasn't prepared to be picked up, so I quickly put my paws on the back of his neck so I don't fall.
"Put me down!" I can't stop laughing.
"No!" he smiles. I kiss him some more. He's not letting go. "You want to go to the park later?"
After thinking about this, I say: "Ok." and with that, I go back to kissing him.