Hox and River

“Yeah.” River watched Hox walk halfway to his house before he got out of the car and followed him through the downpour to his door. He touched Hox lightly on the elbow as he was turning his key. Hox turned around, his face torn between a smile and a grimace. River wanted to say so many things, but decided to go with “I’m gonna miss you man,” and pulled Hox into a hug. He held him tight, not wanting to let go. The rain continued to fall all around, but time felt much slower, and he could count each heartbeat as he held the man of his dreams in his arms.

Finally, they pulled away. “Yeah. Um. I’ll miss you too.” Hox fumbled his keys again and opened the door. He spared one last look over his shoulder, and then slipped inside, closing the door softy on River’s face.

* * *

The rest of the summer passed without incident.

When River recounted the events of the last time he saw Hox to Tracy, her mouth dropped to the floor. “You dumbass! Fumbling keys? What they fuck were you thinking? You totally should have gone in for the kiss. I can’t believe this is true, but Hox totally wanted you, and you completely blew it. I mean, you could have blown him!”

“You don’t think I’m not kicking myself every day I think back on it?”

“No. I think you’re jerking off with a big black dildo up your ass wishing it was Hox.”

“Fuck my life.”

* * *

River and Hox chatted online every now and then over the school year, but it looked as though they weren’t gonna see each other again until winter break. Hox didn’t get much of Thanksgiving off, and the time he had was gonna be spent out of town with one of his mom’s parents. But a week before River was due home, he got a text from Hox:

>>Im home. No ones here. When you back? So bored.

River replied:

>>One week. Cant wait. We’re gonna chill right?

>>Most definitely. Big plans!

>>Yea? Like?

>>See ya soon.

River couldn’t help but grin. That was about as close to an admission of interest he’d ever gotten from a guy, sad as that was. He still hadn’t come out in college. He’d planned on it, what with the clean slate and all, but had found that he’d just fallen in with the same kind of kids from high school that he had hung out with before, and still didn’t feel comfortable being the gay one.

The following week was excruciatingly long.

Even when he was home, they still couldn’t find a time to chill together until after Christmas. They’d both saved their shopping duties ‘til the last minute, and found they were so exhausted from trying to find shit for all of their respective relatives that had come north for a “white Christmas” that they just passed out early every night and kept bailing on one another.

Fortunately, Adam was apparently throwing a new years eve bash at the lake. Tracy confided to River that she had asked him to do so immediately after giving him a holiday blow job, knowing he’d acquiesce at the time. She liked that word. Acquiesce. Either way, new years eve meant a new years eve kiss, which meant River had to get Hox at that party. Tracy giggled as their conversation was coming to a close.

“What?” River asked.

“Well, merry Christmas!”

“Thanks. Did you get me anything?”

“Please slut, I got you this party. Don’t pretend like you’re not gonna call Hox as soon as you hang up on me. I know which way your dick points.”

“With the wind, my lovely trollop. With the wind.”

“Did Hox lick it for you so you knew that?”

“No, but if he doesn’t lick it three days hence, I don’t think he’s gonna lick it.” River liked that word. Hence.

“Whatever fag, your balls are so blue they compose jazz soul.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love ya.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”

River closed his phone, opened it, and called Hox.

“Hey Riv! What’s up, sorry I keep bailin’ on you. My family is nuts.”

“Don’t bother apologizing. If you hadn’t bailed on me, I would have bailed on you. I didn’t even realize I had this many relatives. What are you doing Thursday night?”

“New years? My moms wanted me to hang out with them and watch the fireworks at the harbor.”

“Um. That’s completely unacceptable. How about Adam’s lake house? You promised me big plans.”

River could hear Hox smile through his phone. “Oh? You got big plans for this party? Where are you gonna be at midnight?”

His heart skipped a beat, but he held his composure. “You tell me, stud.”

Hox laughed into the phone. “Aight man, I’ll cya there. Who’s gonna DD?”

“No one, Adam actually convinced his parents to let us in the house this time. It’s a sleepover event.”

* * *

11:57 PM December 31st, 2008.

Hox and River stood side by side, swaying slightly under the influence of some spliffs, some unrecountable amount of alcohol, and music with a good bass beat. People were starting to shuffle into the TV room to watch the ball drop in New York, but they stayed in the kitchen. Tracy left the kitchen at 11:59, when the tension was tightest, and “absentmindedly” hit the light switch on her way out, leaving them in partial darkness. The darkness closed in on them, making the room feel even smaller. River thought he could hear Hox’s heart beating.

10!

River put down his cup.

9!

Hox put down his cup.

8!

River jumped up onto the counter, using the maneuver to get an inch or two closer to Hox.

7!

Hox turned slightly, in acknowledgement of the tactic.

6!

“Hey, where’s River?” Adam’s voice drifted into the kitchen.

5!

Someone got hit upside the head in the other room and was shh’d.

4!

Hox turned fully towards River, standing between his legs.

3!

Hox braced his arms on either side of River’s thighs.

2!

River slid down off the counter. His groin was up against Hox’s, and he hooked his fingers into Hox’s belt loops.

1!

They leaned in towards one another. Every part of their bodies pressed tightly together except their faces, which remained centimeters apart. River watched Hox’s eyes, seeking recognition.

“Happy New Year!”

Their lips touched. The ground fell out beneath River’s feet. As the kiss kept going, their faces were smashing closer and closer together. Their hands clawed at one another’s backs and through each other’s hair. River hooked a leg around Hox’s, forcing it to bend so that he could lower him to the ground. They sank together to the heated kitchen tiles. Grinding, kneading muscles, moaning in whispers, tongues twisted in a dance of passion.

River only broke the kiss to chew and suck on Hox’s neck, and pull Hox’s face onto his own. River softy kissed along Hox’s jaw line towards his earlobe. Hox arched his back in squirming delight as River took the earlobe between his teeth before sticking his tongue into Hox’s ear. Hox grabbed River’s shoulders and pushed him up over him so that they were face to face in the dark. “Hey.”

River nearly broke into tears of joy at that word, but instead he just smiled the largest smile he had ever had, and replied, “Hey.”

“We should date.”

“We should go someone a little more private than the drink area, so that I can do dirty things to you.”

“Basement?”

“Basement.”

River kissed Hox once quickly and stood up. He reached down to help Hox up off the ground, but Hox’s weight shifted, and instead River was pulled back down onto him. As River’s body collapsed in a sprawl over him, Hox had gotten his free hand onto River’s crotch. Now that they were back on the ground, Hox snuck his hand up, over, and into River’s pants, grabbing his already rock hard shaft, saying, “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Mmmm, that’s great, but fuck you. I’m not into exhibitionism, let’s go.”

Hox winked at River, “Yes, master.”

They scrambled up and hunted for the basement door in the dark of the kitchen. Hox found it first, and silently slipped inside, leaving it ajar for River. River followed him in, and just as silently closed the door.

It was possible that people thought they had snuck outside for a joint or spliff, or had just passed out somewhere. It was possible, but it was more likely that Tracy would prompt someone to go looking for one of them just to make an awkward situation. They didn’t have much time.

They began stripping off layers as the descended into the cozy family room in the basement. Clothes tossed to the side, they collapsed onto the couch in just their boxers, but soon those too were flung away unceremoniously. Their stiff cocks ground into their abs, each throbbing powerfully against the other, while the their naked bodies writhed together in a sweaty tumble on the cool leather couch. Even the chill of the basement in winter without clothing wasn’t enough to cool the furnace of one lusty body against the other.

River eventually pinned Hox down, and began massaging his chest as he worked his way down Hox’s body straddling his legs. At Hox’s stomach, he moved his hands to Hox’s sides, and rubbed the muscles there, so that he could kiss his way down the dark silky line in the middle of Hox’s tight swimmer’s abs. When he was finally straddling Hox’s shins, he grabbed Hox’s nine inch monster and pumped it with a long, slow, twist while rubbing his face into Hox’s pubic hair, inhaling the musky scent like an addict returned to his favorite fix.

He tongued the underside of Hox’s balls, and pulled gently on the sack with his lips before kissing his way up Hox’s cock to the glans. River rubbed his thumb in a circle on Hox’s slit, and pressed his mouth quickly to the opening as precum began to drip out. Opening a little further he swallowed the first two or three inches. Hox’s eyes rolled back for a second, and then he looked back at River with a face of pure lust, his eyes pleading for release. River smiled on his dick and winked. Then he opened his throat and swallowed the rest. Hox gasped and clutched the sofa as pleasure rolled over him.

At least, that’s how it should have happened.