Cool Fools 6: Jealousy

“Yep. And I feel sorry for you. I got almost twice as much as you.” Woody laughed, not sure why he was so happy to win the contest.
“Jesus, Sherwood,” Ethan asked, “You really want me to be jealous, don’t you?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Nope…” Ethan laughed, “Cause I lied before…I actually got twelve hickeys my first time.”

“That’s not fair!” Woody sniggered, “You’re much hotter than me.”
“Well, let me make it an even dozen.” Ethan said, spreading out Woody’s ass cheeks and chomping down at the tight target.

****

Thirty minutes and three orgasms per person later...

The exhausted lovers laid on their sides, facing each other, arms wrapped over and under their torsos. Hands slowly, leisurely grazing their backs. Their breaths lingering in the area between their faces before dissipating throughout the room. Their eyes ever connected by their spirits. Their ears tuned into the soft sounds of their movements. The smell of sex and sweat, the taste of sweat and cum, all savored, all fulfilled.

Ring. Ring. Ring.
Too entranced in their gaze, too immersed in their loving embrace, too lethargic after passionate, tender sex. The lovers decided to let the answering machine pick up the call.

“Hey, you’ve reached Woody and Ethan’s. We’re probably here by the phone, but we want to screen people. So if you want, leave us a message. And if we want, we’ll call you back. If we don’t call you back, TAKE A HINT. Okay, here comes the beep…”

The couple had recorded the greeting only days before, and at the moment, they couldn’t stop laughing at their ridiculously rude message.

“Oh, hehe, funny message,” was the high squeaky voice of a girl neither Woody nor Ethan recognized, “Hey, Woody. This is Shonda. Remember me? You wrote your number on my bra last night. First, wanted to say thanks for coming to our party. All the girls at the sorority can’t stop talking about you. I’m an editor for The Campus Hunks calendar, and we all agreed that you should be on it. If you’re interested, call me back…”

“I see you made quite an impression,” smirked Ethan, “And writing on a bra…I think I saw that on FRIENDS once.”
“Um…” flustered Woody, “They ran out of napkins to write on.”

“You want to be on the calendar?” asked Ethan.
“I don’t know,” Woody said cautiously, “I mean, you know me. I have no problem taking off my shirt in public. But this is…different.” Woody thought for a moment, “Wait, have you ever been asked to be on a calendar?”
Ethan nodded, “Yeah, but I turned them down. But still, that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t…if you’re comfortable and confident enough, then go for it. I bet you’ll make the front cover.”

****

It was five minutes into the class, and no teacher were to be found. Most of the students who gave a damn about participation points were there, but no teacher were in sight. Soon, speculations were swarming around the room.
“They’re problem doing it.”
“Missionary style.”
“Nah, missionary’s too boring. Doggy style is more like it.”
“Well, Ethan’s probably the type of guy who can make missionary style not boring.” “He’s probably eating her out.”

Woody had to sit there and endure the torture as flash images of Ethan and Heinsworth doing nasty deeds bombarded his mind.

Then when student were about to leave, Ethan ran into the class, panting, “Sorry, guys. I’m not late; you’re just early.” Putting his leather portfolio on the desk, he huffed out his story, “I was sitting in a boring meeting, playing Tetris on my cellphone. Thank God Professor Heinsworth called to say she was sick, so I hauled ass out of there.” The students laughed. Students always loved it when teachers tried to act like one of them by cussing, “Okay, now, let’s talk The Sun Also Rises.”

Woody was simply amazed at Ethan’s natural charisma, his easy-going-ness that allowed non-literary types like Woody to express his own minute opinions without being rejected and ridiculed. He was in awe of Ethan’s ability to carry the class into deep discussions about the text, the subtext, and the meaning and purpose in Hemingway’s writing. Never having seen Ethan play football, Woody saw the ease of Ethan’s leadership of the class and imagined the ease of Ethan’s leadership on the field. Simply put, the college freshman had more respect for his boyfriend than even before.

As the class divided into three groups for further discussion, Woody surrounded himself with four of the hottest girls in the class. None of the girls had any desire to discuss Hemingway’s novel and neither did Woody. They were delighted to be sitting with the cutest, most charming boy in the class, talking, joking, and giggling with him. Even though their brains were filled with sugar and nothing more, Woody rather enjoyed innocently flirting with the girls, knowing full well that his boyfriend was watching intently. Woody didn’t know why it turned him on so much, to push Ethan’s button, but Woody had to find out what would finally trigger Ethan to outwardly show his jealousy.

A girl stroked down Woody’s upper arm, and Woody grinned sexily at her, all the while imagining Ethan boiling with rage. Another girl whispered in his ears, almost sticking her tongue down his aural canal, and Woody closed his eyes and sighed at the thought of Ethan’s head exploding. Another girl was playing footsies with him, and Woody scooted back in a way so Ethan could see what was happening under the table. When class ended, Woody sandwiched himself between the four girls as they walked out of the classroom, glancing momentarily at Ethan who was stuffing paper in his leather portfolio.

“Sherwood, can I talk to you for a moment?” Ethan called after him.
Woody said good-bye to the four girls and turned back into the room. Woody knew he had done it; he had made Ethan jealous, “Yes?”
“I’m coming home early today. What do you want for dinner?”
“Lasagna…”
“Ooo, you read my mind,” Ethan smiled, “But instead of regular lasagna, how about I use macaroni instead and make pizza lasagna?”
“Sure,” Woody frowned, “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
“Well,” Ethan snickered, “I wanted to ask you to make out with me, but the new class is filing in…so…I’ll see ya when you get home.”
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Although he promised to come home by six and eat pizza lasagna with Ethan, Woody actually came home two hours later. When he walked into the living room, Ethan was watching TV.
“Hey, what took you so long?” Ethan asked, parting his eyes from the TV set.
“A couple of friends invited me to a burger joint so I joined them. I would have called you, but my cell battery died,” Woody lied. He was at the library, passing the time by getting on Facebook.com. And his phone worked just fine.
“Cool, I guess that’s more lasagna for me,” said Ethan, “I’m glad you’ve met new friends already.”

“Yeah, they’re the girls I met at the sorority party…” Woody said, carefully observing Ethan’s face.
Ethan nodded casually, “That’s cool.”
Woody plopped down on the couch next to Ethan and leaned on his shoulders. Woody had rubbed his neck with a sample fragrance from a magazine, hoping Ethan would take notice. Ethan kissed the top of Woody’s hair, “Mmm, you smell nice.”

Woody replied, “Yeah, that’s Krystal’s perfume. She was sitting so close, it rubbed off on me.”
“Next time, ask where she got it. I think it’s a fragrance my mom would like.”
“Sure I can do that,” Woody said, “You know, she smells really good ALL THE TIME. Like when we were dancing at the party with her grinding up against me. It wasn’t just her though; hot girls were all around me, rubbing their titties on my chest. But I kept leaning towards Krystal…cause the look and smell of her bare, white shoulders were the most intoxicating thing ever.”

“And you weren’t intoxicated enough with all the booze?” Ethan asked.

Was that a jealous remark? Woody wondered. Ethan was sometimes frustratingly hard to read.

“Oh, yeah. I better recharge my cell. Waitin’ for a call from Rachel. We may go out tonight,” Woody said. “Me, her, and two of the other girls.”
Ethan nodded, “That’s cool! Have fun.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem cause Rachel’s the funnest of the girls. She’s frickin’ hilarious. She’s also handsy, always wanting to feel my biceps, commenting on my abs, groping my ass. I think, she’s actually the one who gave me a hickey on my butt at the party last Friday. And just a moment ago, I gave her piggy-back ride to her car after eating. Her big breasts were flopping against the back of my head…”

“That’s cool. She does sound fun.”
Woody shot up from the couch and began screaming, “God damn it, Ethan! Why the fuck aren’t you jealous? I’m telling you all this and all you can say is ‘that’s cool?’”

“Why should I get jealous of you having fun?”
“Because…I’m having a fun time…WITHOUT YOU,” Woody said, “That’s the reason you should be jealous.”
“Okay, do you want me to go out with you and Rachel and the girls?”

“No, I want you to tell me…you’re jealous!”
“But I’m not jealous.”
“Why not?” Woody asked, “I came home from a sorority party with five phone numbers. Got hickeys all over the place. Told you I was dancing with girls bumping and grinding next to me, swam in a pool with fifty topless girls, and fucking jumped in a Jacuzzi with five of them afterwards. Then I was in your classroom flirting with four other chicks. And just now I ditched your pizza lasagna to go out with the five girls I felt up at the party.”

“Were you planning on sleeping with any of them?”
Woody shook his head furiously, “No!”
Ethan spread his hand in a voila fashion, “There you go. I no reason to be jealous.”
“Still,” Woody griped, “There’re only two reasons you’re not jealous. Either you’re so full of yourself that you think nobody would ever cheat on you. Or you simply don’t care about me and you don’t give a damn what I do…” Woody wiped a spit off the side of his mouth, “But you’ve never been that cocky of a guy…so it must be the latter. You’re not jealous because I’m not important to you!”

“That’s nonsense. Of course, you know how much I love you!”
“Why don’t you show it? Why don’t you show me you care?”
“Your concept of caring is different than mine. You think by caring, you have to express every little thing that concerns you. But I think by caring, I should learn to trust you…which I do completely.”

“Still, you could ask me not to go out with Rachel…”
“Okay,” Ethan nodded, “If you don’t want to go out with Rachel and her friends, then don’t.”

“No, not like that. The way you sound, you’re actually saying ‘do whatever you want, I don’t care.” Woody sneered, “That’s what it sounds like you’re saying. So fine, I will go out with Rachel and her hot friends.”

The cell phone vibrated in Woody’s pants. He reached in the pocket and pulled it out. It was Reed who was calling him. Woody flipped open the phone and said, “Oh, hey, Rachel. How’s it going babe.” Reed laughed and asked what was going on. Woody replied, “Oh, just bored out of my mind here. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Where are we going?....that under-21 club? Right on…what are you gonna wear?...The short skirt you wore last Friday was HOT!...Oh, more of your girlfriends are coming? The more the better, I’d say. Hope we all fit in the limousine!...I’m the only guy, right?…Awesome!”

Ethan yanked the phone from Woody’s hand and snapped it shut, throwing it on the couch. He shook his head at Woody and stated, “You’re not going anywhere tonight!” Pushing the smaller-framed boy against the wall, Ethan pressed his lips forward for a deep, crushing kiss. It was the most forceful, possibly most satisfying, definitely the roughest, unrestrained kiss between the two of them…repressed only by the fact that Ethan hadn’t bit Woody’s tongue off.

No prior kiss had sucked so much air out of him; Woody thought he would pass out if it lasted for much longer. But as soon as Ethan’s lips pulled away, Woody gasped and leaned forward, wanting more of the unexpected overzealous kiss. But the dominating lover refused to oblige. Ethan was going to do what he wanted with his lover, not let Woody have his way. And the younger man happily relinquished all control to the older, stronger man.

“I forbid you to go out with Rachel,” Ethan exhausted hot breaths into Woody’s face.

Woody inhaled the intense aroma, “Forbid me?”

“Yeah! Forbid! You got a problem with that?” snarled Ethan.
“No, I love it,” moaned Woody.

Ethan ripped the buttons off Woody’s shirt, exposing his torso, but never completely taking it off. He gripped strong, tense hands all over his lover’s body, leaving red marks on his skin to show ownership of the flesh.

“You want hickeys?” Ethan asked, “I’ll give you all the damn hickeys you want.” He delved his face into the hollow of Woody’s neck, gnawing hungrily at the jugular and tendons, almost to the point of drawing blood, causing his partner to release sighs of ecstasy. Ethan drove his hips forward, crushing Woody’s pelvis, smashing their hardening cocks together, “You wanna bump and grind? You fucking do it with me! No one else, but ME! You understand?”

Woody nodded with pure delight. This was what he wanted, not to hurt Ethan, but to know that Ethan was for real. Throughout their relationship thus far, Ethan had always seemed so unreal, so perfect in a frustrating way. His only flaws were the good kind: that he trusted too much in people, that he was too nice to people who wronged him. To know that his lover wasn’t some heaven-made-robot, but an actual person…a real man with a man’s raw, fiery, sometimes violent temperament…this was turning Woody on so fast and hard; it was a miracle he hadn’t come yet.

Woody quickly undid his pants, yanking it down with reckless frustration, stepping out of it with impatient gladness. Ethan undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees, but he knew, for what he was about to do…it didn’t matter if his pants were completely off his legs.

Pulling Woody’s legs up, off the floor, hooking them right below his ribcage, Ethan pressed his chest hard against Woody’s to keep the younger man from slipping down the wall. And without a warning, without protection and lubrication, Ethan plunged upward into Woody’s aching hole. The younger boy clenched his teeth to the point of fracture, squeezing the back of his lover, as the pain speared through him, and he thought he would pass out for a second time since Ethan tossed down the phone.

“That’s right!” Ethan grunted, “That’s what you get for flirting with other girls.” Dragging out his monstrous cock just a little and driving it in deeper, pressure and friction like none both men had never ever felt before, rubbing every nerve endings raw…Woody had asked for it, and Ethan was gonna give him what he deserved.

It was the first time that Ethan fucked ONLY, and did nothing else with the rest of his lover’s body. His hand always on Woody’s hip, making sure he stayed on for the rough ride, but not actively seeking to further pleasure Woody’s body. But even with the rough and carelessness of Ethan’s actions, even without having Ethan’s hands and lips on his skin, Woody could still feel that pleasure was overpowering the pain. As Ethan literary drove him up the wall, Woody cranked his head up, staring at the ceiling, the world spinning violently above him…

With a big forceful hand, Ethan grabbed the back of Woody’s head and snapped it back down, “LOOK AT ME! I want your eyes on me! Always on me! Don’t fucking let me catch you staring at another girl, Sherwood. I own your body, including your eyes, and I want them on me! You understand?”

Again, Woody nodded fervently and obeyed. He stared down at the face of his forceful, potent lover…what used to be the clean ocean-blueness of Ethan’s eyes had sunken thousands of feet, forming an abyss of dark-blue whirlpool that sucked in Woody’s soul, and trapped it in riptide current, never to be released.
Ethan brought his jaws back on his submissive lover’s mouth; once again, Woody ceased to breath as eager tongue choked him and foaming hot saliva drowned him. Ethan’s animalistic, ferocious manipulation of both ends of his body reduced Woody to a pathetic whimper, like a yelp of a little puppy being taken over by a full-grown bulldog.

“Say you want me to cum inside you!”
“Please, cum inside me. I need to feel the explosion!” Woody groaned.
Ethan granted Woody’s yearning, producing a non-human howl that startled both himself and his lover, shooting a copious load deep inside the tight orifice. Woody moaned as he felt the hot stream strike against the walls of his entrails, lodging between the crevices, seeping down and out slowly, but not before another burst flooded his system.

All too soon, Ethan removed himself from Woody, drawing out the overflowing spunk to drip on the carpet.
Wood sighed, “But Ethan, I haven’t…”
“I know you haven’t!” Ethan growled, “And you won’t until I let you.”

Up to now, Woody had enjoyed his punishment, but this—not allowing him to climax—was not what Woody expected. “How long will you make me hold off?”
“The more you ask, the longer it’ll be.”
Woody frowned desperately, “Please, Ethan, don’t do this to me. I’m dying for release.”
“Well, you’re not getting it now!” Woody huffed, “I made pizza lasagna. I don’t care how full you are. You’re eating with me.”

“Of course I will.”
Ethan pulled up his pants and buttoned it, but he ordered Woody to stay naked while eating. The two walked over to the kitchen. Woody sat down as Ethan stuck the lasagna dish in the microwave for a couple of minutes. After reheating, Ethan set it in the middle of the table and served a hearty portion on Woody’s plate before sitting down across from him. “What are you waiting for? Eat!”

Woody finished the dish in no time. He was hungry, but moreover he was horny. Knowing the faster he ate, the sooner they would probably get back to business. His cock was swollen and straining as he inhaled the food, and Woody couldn’t help but look down to notice how crimson it was—like a log in a fire, a flaming ember—Woody’s wood was burning.

“I said, KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, did I not?” asked Ethan harshly. Woody made effort to pull his eyes back up to his partner, who was now standing up and leaning across the table to serve Woody more of the lasagna, “Eat more. And enjoy it this time. Don’t scoff it down.”
And so Woody took time to savor the second serving and when he forked up the last mouthful, Woody admitted, “It’s delicious!”
“Thank you. It’s my mother’s recipe,” Ethan cracked a smile.

Throwing the dishes into the sink Ethan bent Woody over the cleared table, pulled down his pants once more, and began to enter him again. Woody so badly wanted to touch his aching, pulsating cock…with just one slight touch, Woody knew he could release….but Ethan kept his lover’s hands pinned on the table, his face smeared against the surface. Two sensational extremes merged on Woody’s body. The cool metallic surface of the table against his front side, and Ethan’s hot, sizzling body crushing down on his backside. The smooth even surface of the table pressing at his chest versus the rough, bumpy knuckles of Ethan’s hands on his back.

“Ethan, please…I need to release…I can’t stand it anymore. Please!”
“NO!” Ethan shouted, “Not now. Not ever!”

Ethan pulled out and flipped his distraught lover to lie on his back. Throwing his ankles over the shoulders, Ethan pummeled in again. Woody’s hands were totally free to touch his cock if he wanted, but Woody didn’t dare venture his hands down there in fear of harsher retribution. So he kept them gripped at the edge of the table…

The unsteady table now rocked underneath, as Ethan continued to beat in and out of him, faster and deeper and harder, grunting lower and longer through gritted teeth…This was just too much, the pleasure and pressure building inside of Woody to the extreme, but without a way to release…No one could handle such overwhelming sensation…and so Woody squeezed his eyes shut as he passed out…for real this time…

…When he came too, he no longer felt the hard cold surface of the table on his back. He was lying in bed, immersed under many soft warm sheets. The five senses slowly returned to him. His hearing came back faster than his vision reformed, so that he could hear the sound of sniveling and sobbing before he could match the noise to the sight of a man crouching in the far corner of the room. That man was Ethan of course, squatting by the bookcase, his head was on his hands, shaking frenziedly between his knees.

Woody gave a slight cough to get the sobbing man’s attention. Ethan looked up could see Woody’s head rise from the pillow. Shooting back up, he hurled forward and ran to the edge of the bed, “God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…Please, Sherwood, forgive me. I’m so sorry I hurt you…”

Woody looked at Ethan and ran his fingers through his sweat-moistened hair, “It’s okay. I’m fine. It was nothing.”
“I love you, Sherwood. I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know you didn’t…and I love you too.”

“You’re the most important thing in my life and I just wanted you to know,” tears continued to stream out his pretty blue eyes, “that it hurt me when you said I didn’t care for you…when all I’ve ever done was try to make you happy.”

“I AM HAPPY. I’m always so grateful to have you,” said Woody, “I was the one at fault. I was just being stupid…you’re always so nice and understanding and forgiving…I just didn’t think you could be real…I didn’t think it was possible for there to be someone like you. But now I know you’re the realest thing in my life! How much we love each other…that’s the realest thing there is.”

“I’ve decided.” Ethan gulped, “I’m telling Heinsworth about us.”
“What? No…you can’t…what about your writing career?”
“So it’ll be a bit harder to get people to notice my work, but you know me, I’ve never backed down from a challenge before…” Ethan wiped the tears with his forearm, the moisture from his eyes cleared to reveal the shining blueness behind it.

“You’re right.” Woody said, “And to me, you’ve never lost a challenge either.”
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am for acting like I did.”
“It’s alright,” Woody said, “As a matter of fact. It was great. It was phenomenal.”
“It was?” Ethan seemed so surprised.
“Hell, it was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“What?” Ethan shook his head, “But you didn’t get to finish.”
“Granted, if you let me cum, it would have been even better. But what you did, it was the hardest, deepest, most bang for your buck fuck you’ve ever done to me.”

“But I don’t want that…” Ethan frowned, “I don’t want our best to be when we’re angry. I want our best to be when we’re both happy. I want our best to be the most intimate, the most romantic, the most loving…”

“It’s just the way I felt,” Woody said, “Honestly, I always think the best sex is the one we’re having at that moment…”

“Well, then…we’re gonna have the best sex…over and over again…”

Ethan peeled away the blankets to reveal Woody’s naked form and his growing erection, as he climbed onto the bed and eagerly licked his partner’s stomach…

That night, the couple learned something very important. God forbid it, if they should ever break up, it would NOT be because of a third party...but rather, due to a problem among the two of them...