Look At It This Way (1/2)

His voice was low and soothing. "It's okay... we don't have to do anything..."

"No - I want to!" Rod's tone was too urgent, his eyes imploring. The two of them looked at each other and Rod's expression softened. He smiled. "Sorry. I don't mean to sound like I'm scared or anything. I just find the kissing and stuff a bit... well... kind of weird!"

The second guy moved his hand down Rod's face, caressing it gently. I heard the slight scraping sound made by his fingers against Rod's stubble.

He kept his voice gentle, almost a whisper. "You're more used to doing this kind of stuff with girls?"

Rod kept back from him, his body language wary even though his expression was soft and relaxed. He said, "Yeah... I guess..."

The other guy smiled and leaned forward to peck his lips again. "We'll take it as slow as you like, Rob..."

After the kiss, Rod grinned broadly. His teeth were almost perfect and his smile warm and genuine.

He said, "My name's Rod, actually."

The other guy looked embarrassed. "Oh. Shit. Sorry. That kind of broke the mood."

Rod laughed. "It doesn't matter. It was difficult to hear anything over the music in there. I didn't catch anything of your name."

The other guy laughed. "It's Charlie."

They'd obviously met in a nightclub. Maybe one of the gay clubs on St Mary's Road. I imagined Rod sneaking off from his mates; them assuming he'd gone back to Katie's or laid some babe; him sneaking over to Edge or Magnum to pick up a guy.

Charlie said, "Maybe a coffee would be nice, actually."

Rod grinned. "A couple of cans would be even better..." Charlie nodded as Rod walked towards the door. "I've got a six pack in the fridge."

"And elsewhere..."

Rod put on an effeminate voice. "Oooh you are a one!" They both laughed and Rod popped out of the room.

Charlie sat on the bed and looked at himself in the mirror which was on Rod's desk opposite him. He had an attractive, boyish face, with deep blue, thoughtful eyes. Unlike Rod's, his face was smooth with only the lightest evidence of stubble on his cheeks and chin. His hair was bleached blond and looked like it was naturally brown or maybe auburn.

He sat for a few seconds, staring intensely at himself in the mirror as if wondering what he'd got himself into.

"Seb!" A voice whispered loudly from the side of me. Kaz's voice.

Charlie looked towards the window and I ducked out of the way.

I walked back along the roof to the window out of which Kaz was leaning, past the kitchen in which Rod was pulling his beers out from the fridge.

As I approached, she whispered, "What were you doing along there?"

She ducked back into her room and I climbed through the open window. "I was watching girls get undressed. It turns me on."

She giggled. "I thought you said you had good eyesight... that's a guys' flat."

I managed to knock her desk lamp against the wall as I climbed over her desk. The light went off momentarily and then back on.

"It was dark. And an arse is an arse, whoever it belongs to..."

"Oh that's great," she laughed. "My boyfriend spies on other guys' arses... not quite the perfect potential husband now, are you?"

I jumped onto the bed with her and groped her arse. "Yours is pretty nice, but not up to the standard of the guys next door..." She giggled and tried to push me away.

I kept grabbing her arse and she kept trying to push me off, both of us laughing like little kids. Then, just as I was getting hard, the bedsprings started creaking loudly and she stopped us with an abrupt "Shhhh!"

I looked at her quizzically and she whispered, "Remember my parents are just down the hall..."

"Aw, come on. They can't hear us..."

"No, seriously. You'll have to make do with spying on naked guys for tonight. If they hear us it'll be awful. Christmas will be off for both of us..."

We got undressed. As I pulled off my briefs she smiled at my stiff cock, arching upwards in all its eight-inch glory.

I looked down at it and gave it an affectionate squeeze, retracting the foreskin fully to reveal my bulbous, red bell-end. I said, lamentfully, "It'd be kind of a shame to waste it, wouldn't it?"

She was firm. "No Seb. It's not happening tonight. Wasteful or not."

When we'd got into bed, I lay behind her and held her. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I gently worked my cock up and down the cleft between her arsecheeks. She liked that, and I did too. I kept it slow and sensual, enjoying the feel of her solid, round tits and her pert, hard nipples between my fingers and thumbs. And enjoying the feel of the hot valley of her arse as my almost painfully hard cock probed up and down.

After about ten minutes, she was fast asleep. I pulled back from her and rolled onto my back, staring upwards into the darkness at the ceiling.

I started thinking of Rod and Charlie again; wondering what was going on between them. How often Rod had done this; when he'd realised that he enjoyed playing around with other guys as well as - or perhaps in preference to - girls.

He didn't strike me as being in any way stereotypically "gay" or even the kind of guy who you suspected might swing both ways if the mood took him. Maybe my views back then had been over-simplified by people who I knew to be gay, but I guess I assumed that an interest in other guys went hand-in-hand with interests in fashion, dance music, clubs and working out. Rod didn't seem like the kind of guy to be into any of what I thought of as the "gay lifestyle": he seemed more of a pub kind of guy, more comfortable in checked shirts than tight-fitting vests and was heavily into football. To say nothing of him having an amazing-looking girlfriend.

He just didn't strike me as being gay, which was what I found so fascinating about seeing him with another guy.

I think I lay there, listening to Kaz's slow deep breathing, for over half an hour. The thoughts of Rod and Charlie kept bugging me, preventing me from relaxing. And my hard-on was still aching.

The possibility of getting up and climbing out of the window to take another look at them occurred to me but I dismissed as being a bit creepy. Catching them was one thing; actively setting out to spy on them rather another.
It was the sort of thing perverts do.

But then I realised that I needed a piss and that to go down the corridor to the bathroom would be impossible. The bathroom was opposite the kitchen. I might be caught.

So there was no option but to climb out of the window.

I got up and pulled on my briefs and my shirt. Then I opened the window as far as it would go and climbed onto the desk, surprised at how loudly it creaked under my weight. As I balanced on it and tried to squeeze out through the gap, I knocked against the lamp again and it clanged against the wall.

Kaz stirred in the bed and mumbled something.

I wasn't sure if she was conscious of me being half-way through the window, but I whispered over to her, "I need a piss." Just in case she was.

She muttered something else and turned over in the bed.

I got out through the window and stood on the roof, pissing against the wall. As I did so, I glanced along the wall of the building to the window of Rod's room. The light was still on but it looked dimmer. Maybe he'd turned off the overhead light and had switched on the desk lamp to make it more cosy. Or more likely Charlie had: it didn't really seem like Rod's style.

I finished off my business and then stood there, starting to shiver, wondering whether it would be perverted to take a little peek at them since I was already outside. It couldn't do any harm, I told myself. Just checking how things were going between them. Just showing a little curiosity; hardly a crime.

I wandered along the roof, past the kitchen of Rod's flat. I expected it to be empty, even though the light was on, but three or four pissed-looking guys were slumped around watching late-night television. I ducked into the darkness, without being noticed.

Then I walked further along to Rod's room, staying back from the windows; hidden in the shadows.

The curtains were still slightly open and Rod was standing up with his back to Charlie, staring at a poster on the wall. His eyes were intense, as if he was scrutinizing the poster - a studenty thing with smutty versions of road signs on it - for clues on what he should do. His face was solemn and serious, like he was seething at himself, angered by something he'd done.

Intrigued, I moved a little so that I could see more of Charlie. He was sitting on the bed, his expression slightly bewildered, looking up at the back of Rod's head. The bed sheets were a bit disorganised and Charlie's face was flushed pink. Maybe they'd been messing around together, maybe kissing or something, and then Rod had backed out.

Rod turned around and looked down at Charlie. His expression softened. For all his anger, he clearly didn't feel anything but affection for the other guy.

He said, "Sorry... I... I dunno why I get like this..."

Charlie stood up and smiled slightly. He put his hand on Rod's shoulder and left it there, squeezing it slightly.

Rod continued, struggling to find words. "It's just... well... it's like I get all... oh I dunno..."

Charlie kept smiling gently. A warm and compassionate smile. If a guy is able to care about another after only a few hours of knowing him, Charlie's face said that he did.