Best Friends Forever... Etched in Blue
A little bit more BFF, just for Tammy...
Thanks, Camillar, for lettin' me steal your idea. :)
We got married on the beach, like I said… God, it was a perfect day, crystal blue sky and the ocean a calm, clear blue as well…
“Damn, Jack, think you coulda packed anymore blue into this place?”
“I coulda worn a blue t-shirt,” I answered back as we stood at the edge of the parking lot, looking out over the vast expanse of beauty that was the ocean, something we never got to see in Arkansas.
He gave me a hot, sultry look like I hadn’t seen in a long time, one a them looks that got me hard in about three seconds flat. “Woulda been overkill, you know…” he told me, his voice all rough and sexy with wantin’ me. “Blue eyes and blue jeans is about all I can handle standin’ up.”
“Guess I better not tell you about that new tattoo I got, then,” I said real pragmatically. (That’s a word I learned once I started writin’, don’t get to use it much but I figured you guys would be ok with it.)
All of a sudden I found myself pressed up against the hood of the car with a whole front full a Ennis del Mar pushing me back into the hot metal. Thank God for denim or my ass woulda got roasted a little earlier than what was scheduled. “What tattoo?” he demanded, glaring down at me with an expression like he wanted to beat me and eat me all at the same time. Just seein’ that look on his face got my heart to racing like a horse in the home stretch.
“Well now, you just said you didn’t want to hear about no more blue, darlin’, so don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you later,” I teased, knowing all the while that my ass would never get off that car till he heard all about it. At which point my ass would for sure be facing the other way while he checked it out, but that was ok with me. It was a weekday, not much going on in the secluded beach inlet where we were at, and besides, it was California. Nothing we were gonna do would even make a blip on their Richter scale.
“I changed my mind. I wanna hear about it,” he replied, with a little snarl. "I can take it."
“Damn, Ennis. We ain’t even married yet. Don’t you wanna wait and make an honest man out a me ‘fore you ravish my ass in the fuckin’ parking lot?”
“Well now… seein’ as how I ain’t seen the tattoo yet, we can’t be for certain it’s a ravishin’ your ass is in for. Might be a spankin’ instead…” He shoved my legs apart with his own and moved in close till our crotches were touching and he could grind his dick against mine. Within seconds we were both fucking hard like we hadn’t got off in weeks insteada just a few hours ago before breakfast. One thing for sure about me and Ennis… We could get each other goin’ faster’n any other game in town. Even though we’d made up and got things right between us again, I still felt like shit for having to find that out the hard way. I liked to think, however, that stuff happened for a reason - even the bad shit - and I could see how my fuck up had brought us outta our funk and to a better place, so even though I hoped like hell it never happened again, I couldn’t be totally sorry.
“Don’t know if you can still take me or not, cowboy… I ain’t as soft as you think I am,” I answered, grinding harder into his cock, lettin’ him know just how much he was turnin’ me on.
“Ain’t nothin’ soft about you, Jack, ‘cept maybe your mouth when it’s full a my dick,” he replied, staring at my mouth like he wanted to fill it up right there in the parking lot.
“And you like that, don’t you?” I asked, licking my lips just to torture him. My hands were burning on the hood a the car, so - after one quick glance to make sure we weren’t being spied on by a bunch a fifth graders - I reached around and dug my hands into his back pockets, draggin’ him as close as we could get with clothes on. “That’s one a the things I like best about you, you know…. You’re so fuckin’ hard right now… you wanna fuck me so bad…” I bucked my hips, teasing him unmercifully, but me too, so it was fair… “We gonna wait till we get back to the room to do it, Ennis, or you wanna do it on the beach?”
“Fuck the beach, I wanna do it on the fuckin’ hood a the car!” he whined, grindin’ into me hard now, rough and pantin’, all serious intent.
“California’s cool, but I think they got rules against that, babe. And you don’t do real good with cops,” I reminded him, thinking back to that time in high school when we got jacked up for trespassing and he puked as soon as we got outta sight of the law.
“Mmmmm… maybe….” He didn’t pull away, stayed right there jammed between my legs, but he slowed down his motions some, like he knew he was gonna have to stop and be good. “Did you bring the stuff, so we can do it later?” He’d forgot all about the tattoo, totally waylaid by the idea of sex.
I grinned and he blushed, like I knew he would, which made me grin even bigger. “Yeah, Ennis, don’t worry, I ain’t gonna make you wait for it……” He smiled and ducked his head, and as usual, his sweet shyness brought out the sexdog in me too, so I drug his head down, whispered in his ear, “I want you too, you know… can’t wait to ride you hard, just you, me, the sand and the sea. We’ll do it however you want to…”
“I want it all,” he answered, his voice thick with need.
“Me too, Ennis. I always want it all with you.”
*******
Later, much later, after it was done, after we’d promised forever in front of a God we secretly believed in and hoped believed in us, then smiled for pictures and walked along the beach sharing a bottle of champagne, dizzy and stunned, totally knocked out by what we’d done…. Once it all settled in and we got back to ground, we veered into a secluded niche just as the sun was going down and tumbled to the beach, kissing and groping for clothes and skin, desperate to make it real. He shoved me back into the soft, welcoming sand, attacking me with wild, reckless passion, and I let him have his way, thankful for how much he wanted me, thankful that, even after all our years together, it was still enough and more.
And although he’d been waiting for hours to have at me, even though it was still daylight and we weren’t really that hidden if someone walked by, still he pulled back and made love to me slowly, inching my shirt up to singe me with blazing hot kisses all over my chest and belly, whispering things against my skin that made my heart pound and my blood boil because in all that time, maybe I never really understood how much I meant to him. Finally, when he couldn’t wait anymore, he raised up, tugging on my shirt. Once he got it off, he told me to raise up so that he could put it under my butt to keep the sand out of my ass.
“I wanna do it the other way,” I gasped at the last second, his cock hard against my thigh, clogging up my brain so that I barely remembered to stop him for his present.
“Huh?”
“I wanna do it on my knees…”
“Oh…ok…” he answered, looking surprised and a little disappointed. We usually did it front to back when we just wanted to fuck. We’d done a lot of that during our bad spell. Back when we were happy, we liked to do it face to face so we could kiss while we made love. That was the best.
“Just this once, Ennis, ok?” I whispered, and he nodded, which was no surprise because whatever I asked for in bed, I always got. He was such a generous lover. I smiled and pulled him down for one more deep, breathless kiss before I pushed him off me, turned over and got on my knees, shoving my butt up in the air so that he could see, in the golden sunset light, the brand new, blue tattoo that was kissing the crack of my ass, just for him….
Jack & Ennis forever…
I love you.
