Page 67 of The Boy from Half Moon

The constant whirring of the fan, and the wonderful draft coming from it, had me drifting off to sleep. I ignored my erection as I lay naked, knowing I had a guest in my home. A guest that was one floor and twenty steps away, one that I wished was on my bed with me. A feeling of happiness and hope for a future with Luke were my last thoughts as I drifted further and further into rest.

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My body shivered, waking me from my slumber. The night had turned cooler, and I needed at least a sheet between me and the overhead fan. The moon had moved across the night sky, and only faint remnants of light remained. I drowsily sat up so I could scoot my lower body under the top sheet, fighting to stay asleep and get back to dreaming.

Just as I began to recline onto my pillow, my eyes detected a shadowy figure standing at the top of the stairs, just to the left, and at the foot of my bed. The adrenaline rush quickly subsided when I remembered Luke was staying the night and I was able to identify his face in the faint moonlight. He stood naked in the room, fully exposed, with no bashful attempt to hide his body from me.

“Luke?”

“May I sleep with you?” he asked, still not attempting to conceal his body.

“Are you sure?” I asked, remembering that I too was naked under the sheet.

“I’m sure.”

I lifted the sheet to invite him in, watching as he approached. His torso caught the light from the open window when he stood beside the bed, hesitating for a moment to join me. I swallowed hard, doing my very best to control my reaction to the physical specimen standing nearby. No matter how hard I tried to prevent one, my erection grew with anticipation, especially at seeing him completely, unabashedly naked, standing a foot away.

Luke’s stomach was a literal washboard. After tallying a six-pack, I stopped counting. Obliques carved dueling trenches toward his cock. I had certainly been correct about his endowment. He was at least six inches when soft, with a thick head. I swallowed again and fought the urge to check my own cock for a pulse.

My desperately horny mind immediately did its best to convince me to sit on the edge of the bed and take his dick into my mouth before he laid down. He wants you to, Tate. I wanted to get him hard and then turn around on all fours and have him slide his thick tool into my asshole, where I’d milk him dry. I wanted his power to control me and use me for his personal release. Over and over and over. Get a goddamned grip.

“It’s okay, Luke. Come on in.”

I slid over, allowing space for him to join me. He lay on his back, hands at his sides, and eyes wide open. Whatever he’d done to take such a step as ask to share my bed had obviously been a struggle, but the fact he had come into my room nude, was another level, especially since I’d heard the click of a locking door when he showered earlier. I remained on my side, mirroring his position, staying quiet as I assumed he wrestled with his thoughts.

I unconsciously knew that this was a massive step in the evolution of our relationship, whatever the status was. My mother’s advice came to the forefront of my mind as we found ourselves at a pivotal junction.

Baby steps, Tate. Help him to feel safe. Let him make the moves in the beginning. If he actually does initiate a first move, assist him in expressing what he wants to do. Check in with him that he is doing okay and feels safe. Turn on a light if he wants. Talk about what you two could do, so he has a chance to agree or disagree. Ask permission.

“I couldn’t sleep well downstairs,” he whispered. “I was thinking about you up here the whole time, but I didn’t want to wake you. That was why I was watching you sleep, Tate.”

His body language was still closed off, but he was speaking, so that had to be a positive sign. “I’m glad you came up,” I said. “Truthfully, I wanted to go down and share that bed with you.”

“Is it okay that I took all my clothes off before coming up here?”

An odd question, for sure. What to say? What to say? God! I needed my mom right now. “I like to sleep naked, too,” I said. “Especially when it’s so warm outside.”

Two minutes of silence ticked by. “I wasn’t that warm to tell you the truth,” he admitted.

Being unsure of Luke’s true meaning had me perplexed. Was he asking me to make the first move? A situation my mother had advised against. Or was he simply making conversation? We’d kissed rather passionately earlier, and I’d sensed his erection.

There was no doubt he was interested in what came next, but I was petrified of screwing this up. He hadn’t shared the level of his abuse, so I was concerned that I might accidentally do something that was a reminder of his past trauma.

“Do you sleep without clothes on in your home?” I asked.

“I can’t,” he replied. “We sleep in a one-bedroom dorm.”

I relaxed and decided to see if I could engage him enough to find out what, if anything, he wanted to achieve by joining me in my bed.

“Then it must be nice to be able to be naked,” I said. “I always sleep naked.”

“Have you been naked with another man?” he inquired, here again causing me to think he wanted a direct talk about him and me being naked and what that meant.

“Yes, I did. Remember I mentioned my past boyfriend?” I asked. “We shared the bed naked.”

“I’ve never done this before,” he said. “Actually, I never really thought about it much until now.”

“And what did you imagine would happen if you and I were ever like this?” I asked, speaking carefully and calmly, keeping the questions direct, simple, and non-threatening.

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