It's Always the Quiet Ones

Watching Roger pace in front of him, Simon was in deep thought. So was Roger. They'd been good friends for a while now, and both had been harboring very important, and very neglected, feelings for each other for a while. At this moment, both were thinking about the same thing. 'Should I tell him?'

Glancing over a Simon, Roger was suddenly struck with a thought that should have been obvious in the first place. 'What do I really have to lose?', was that thought. Simon, on the other hand, had a very bad experience with love in his past and didn't want a repeat performance of the heartbreak he'd already been through. Granted, those were much different circumstances, but still.

Not wanting to be too forward, in case he was rejected on the spot, Roger went over and sat next to Simon so that their thighs were brushing against the others'. Simon didn't react, so Roger shifted his hand so that it was on Simon's knee and squeezed lightly. Simon tensed, and just when Roger was about to let go, he relaxed. Smiling slightly, Roger moved his hand slowly up Simon's thigh, heading for his crotch and giving him plenty of time to stop its progress.

'What's he doing?' was what Simon was thinking at the moment, but the only noticeable change was that his breathing sped up slightly. Also, if you looked closely, you could see the outline of the beginnings of an erection. Simon's mind had already gotten past the subtle hand movements and way beyond. He blushed at where his thoughts were at the moment and was reminded of a little saying he'd once heard. 'It's always the quiet ones.'

Roger, encouraged by not being stopped, continued to let his hand roam upwards. He had a full blown erection at this point, mostly because of where his hand was headed, but also because of that cute blush on Simon's face. He paused his hand at the crease that separated Simon's thigh and crotch. Roger glanced up, seeking approval. Simon had his eyes screwed shut and he was biting his lip, trying not to make any sort of noise. The blush had turned from cute into hot because it was now induced by arousal, not embarrassment.

Simon, wondering why Roger had stopped, opened his eyes a crack, and saw Roger glancing up at him, bending to try and see his eyes under his bent neck. He saw desire in those eyes, and a questioning look as well, but there was something else... something he couldn't place. Simon gave the slightest of nods, and Roger moved his hand farther, now rubbing Simon's trapped erection. Simon's muffled moan sounded more like a hum to Roger, and he continued rubbing, wanting to hear a full one.

Realizing how far this was most likely going to go, and the fact that they were in a public place, Simon quickly grabbed from Roger's wrist and pulled it away. Roger, thinking Simon had come to his sense and that he was being rejected, attempted to pull away. Simon tightened his grip, and Roger looked at him questioningly.

"Somewhere more... private?" Simon asked quietly, and Roger grinned. Roger nodded and pulled Simon up off the bench as he stood up.

"My place or yours?" Roger asked, waggling his eyebrows. Simon giggled and blushed a little more.

"Mine, I should think. Parents are gone for the weekend," Simon said. In that moment, both boys realized how far they were truly going to go, and both wondered how much experience the other had. Nodding again, Roger allowed himself to be pulled along in the direction Simon led him to.