Everett awoke in Job’s arms. Job was looking at him, his eyes filled with concern.
“Two hours, my dear Everett…two hours it has been since you fainted. I was beginning to worry. Did what I say upset you so badly?”
Everett struggled to sit up. His shirt was loosed, as was Job’s and both men’s vests were lying on the altar, spread out, as if waiting to be worn again.
“No, no, Job, you did not upset me. What I have felt…it has been a burden to me for so long, as I feared for my soul, I feared for my heart and I feared your possible rejection of me. When I heard that you desired me as well…it was more than my troubled mind could take. I wish to hold you Job, I wish to know you…I wish to know you in the way a man knows a woman, that kind of love, that kind of intimacy.”
Job smiled and stroked Everett’s curls again. He knew what Everett meant, although to actually hear the words, they sounded clumsy and awkward. There was no way a man could know another man in the same way he knows a woman, but Job knew what his friend was trying to say. Everett had never been very good at expressing his feelings and certainly not putting his feelings into words, so Job would simply act on what he felt. Everett had been the best friend that he could have asked for, and he owed him that much.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips softly to his friend’s lips, then slid his tongue in, searching gently at first and then passionately. Everett moaned and began pulling at Job’s shirt, finally managing to undo the ties and pulling it over his head. Job’s lean chest muscles bulged and Everett unceremoniously ripped his own clothing from himself, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. They continued to kiss passionately, until Job lost his balance and fell onto the floor. As they had so many times in their youth, Everett fell on top of his friend. They laughed for a moment and Job wrapped his arms around Everett, squeezing him tightly. Everett raised himself up and kissed Job’s chest softly. This time, it was Job that shivered. Everett smiled, happy that for once his debonair friend was the one who felt awkward. Even as children, Job had been the one that people wanted to be like, while Everett had been the muscular gentleman farmer’s son, who would make a fine farmer himself one day. Everett had no desire to be a farmer, although he was very muscular, his stomach and chest rippled with taut and tightly shaped muscles. Job ran his hands up Everett’s chest, gently flicking his nipples with his thumbs. Job smiled as Everett moaned and straddled his friend, grinding himself into him. Everett smiled and lied down gently on Job, softly, kissing down his neck, teasingly nibbling and licking until he reached his nipples. Job had small nipples and so Everett licked and kissed them gently, stealing glances at the ever-growing bulge in his friend’s pants. Everett kissed further down Job’s chest to his stomach and softly licked around his belly button, Job crying out softly.
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