Danbrook's Angel

Chapter 7


After that, Oliver and Bobby decided to continue their secret relationship. They met at each other’s houses-always with perfect excuses for the parents- and dated in their bedrooms. Oliver knew that being “out” in Danbrook was taboo, so he pressured more than Bobby about not letting his lover’s secret get out to the public. They agreed not to be too affectionate at football games, in the classroom, and in the halls of school. Well, no more than what they did in the beginning. When they did meet up, they talked about everything, laid on the bed and held each other, kissed, and when they really were eager to please, they’d indulge in one another or grind against each other. Queen had an inkling that the relationship between her son and Bobby was more than friendly. She wasn’t blind. She knew from Oliver’s mannerisms and clean cut image, that her son was different. She even found love letters from one of his old boyfriends under his bed when they were still in San Francisco. A Vincent Corleone.

Friday came around, and Danbrook were to play a home game against Rucker’s Hill Wild Cats. Rucker’s Hill were the worst team in the entire division. Their record for that season was 1-win:9-losses. Oliver went for his next column in the newspaper and he dragged Priscilla along with him. As expected by many game followers, the game was one sided the whole night. The Wild Cats didn’t score their first touchdown until the fourth quarter. Bobby played a spectacular game, throwing the ball down the field for four touchdowns -two of them to Martin and the other two to Phillip and Willis- and scored one touchdown on his own. Oliver watched it all and loved it. Bobby was the star of the game and he couldn’t have been more happier for him.

When the game was over, he grabbed his notepad and started asking different people what they thought about the game. When he got the information from them, he needed some input from the football players themselves. He knew that he more than likely wouldn’t get noticed by them because of how they felt about him, but he knew atleast Bobby or Phillip would. He walked to the locker room and waited for either or both of them to come out. After a few minutes, he saw Bobby walk out talking and laughing with another player he didn’t know. When the guy left, Oliver walked to his lover. Smiling, he said, “Hey Bobby, I--”

“What are you doing?” Bobby asked him sounding angry. “I thought we agreed that we were not going to be seen together in public...”

Before Oliver could get a word in, Mrs. Austin yelled to him from the concession stand, “Oliver you’d better be working on your article over there!” And she walked off. Bobby then noticed that Oliver had his notepad in his hands. Suddenly, he felt remorseful.

“Oliver, I’m sorry. I should’ve--”

Oliver put his hand up. “No. It’s too late to apologize now, Bobby. We decided this together, remember? We were not going to draw attention to ourselves by spending too much time together in public...........for your sake.” Though he was upset, Oliver was surprisingly calm. “Obviously, you don’t trust me enough to think that I will keep that promise. Relationships are built on trust, aren’t they? Well, what do you do when you’re first starting out in a relationship, where one doesn’t trust the other?” Oliver walked away.

“Oliver!” Bobby called. His lover never answered him.

***

Bobby tried calling Oliver all that Friday night and all Saturday, but he didn’t get an answer. So, Sunday, he decided to go to Oliver’s house and talk to him. He knocked and then he heard a rustling sound, and a type of step and slide noise. What in the world is that? Slowly, the door opened. He saw Oliver standing in front of him in regular home clothes and a small child was sitting on his right ankle and an even smaller child was in his arms. “Hi, Oliver.” Bobby said timidly.

“Hey.” Oliver sounded like he was tired and even more aggravated once Bobby had showed up. Bobby noticed the hostility and only took it as something he deserved.

“Can I come in?”

“I guess.” Oliver stood aside and allowed his lover to walk inside before he shut the door and walked into the den. “Have a seat.” Bobby sat in and arm chair while Oliver and the two children took the couch.

“Have you been getting my messages I left on your phone?”

“No. I don’t really check them.”

Bobby felt as if he wasn’t getting anywhere. “I’m sorry, Oliver. I should’ve just listened to you instead of jumping to conclusions.”

“It’s not just about what happened Friday that’s got me worried. You don’t feel like you can trust me. Not even in something as small as conversating in public. So what does that tell me? That whatever I do in this relationship, you will be keeping a close eye on me? Is that what I have to look forward to? Well, then if so, I don’t want it.”

Bobby placed his elbows on his knees with his face in his hands. “I wish what happened Friday never happened. I wish I never said what I said. If I could take it all back, I would.” He sat up and looked at the boy with the children around him. “I care about you, Oliver. More than anything in this world. I would never want to hurt you. I do trust you. It’s just that I was so nervous. It was the first time we were around our peers after our initial hook up. I mean, I’ve never done this before. I’m new to all this; dating in general. Do you forgive me, baby?”

Oliver slightly smiled at the word of affection. “I will, but with only one condition.”

“What?”

“Come sit over here and take one of these monsters off my hands.”

Bobby laughed and grabbed the little boy on Oliver’s ankle and sat him on his lap. “Who are these kids?”

“My cousin’s children. They were visiting for the weekend. You have Ian; he’s one and this little bundle is Emma. She’s six months.”

“They are really cute kids.”

“They’re cuter when they are asleep and out my hair.” Bobby laughed before he covered Ian’s eyes and leaned over to kiss Oliver deeply on the lips.

***

It had been nine months since Oliver and Bobby found each other and Bobby was ready to make a change. He wanted to move to the next level with Oliver and by doing that, he finally made up in his mind that he was going to make love to him. Before, it was always the dry humping and when he’d get too uncomfortable, Bobby would stop him. Oliver always respected his wishes. Never did he want to carry Bobby to a place farther than what he was comfortable with.

Prom was only a week away and he didn’t have a date. He finally settled on a girl from his algebra class, Kelsey Moore. A good girl but could be a real jerk at times. Oliver decided to take Priscilla.

“So Bobby,” AB said when they had just left school and were walking around in the mall. “Me and the guys are going to Martin’s house to get high and wasted after the prom. You wanna come?”

“Nah. I’ve got other plans.”

Martin’s interest peaked. “Oh yeah? What?”

Bobby tried to think up a good excuse. “I have family coming that same night. My mom doesn’t want me out all night, because she wants me to keep my young cousins company.”

“Damn.” Willis said. “That’s gotta suck.”

“It does.”

Phillip never said anything, but he knew that Bobby was really going to spend time with Oliver prom night. He just didn’t know what kind of time. Martin didn’t know if he believed it or not.

As they walked, they passed by a formal wear boutique and saw Oliver checking out the tuxedos. AB chuckled. “Well, guess who else is getting ready for the prom.” He said loud enough for Oliver to turn around and notice them.

“Oh dear.” Oliver whispered to himself. He saw the Fab Five walk inside and browse around the shop. Bobby, he noticed, was the farthest away. Martin was the first to stop what he was doing and walk up to Oliver. The young boy saw him coming and started to briskly walk out, but Martin quickly caught him and held him by his forearm.

“Where you off to so quickly, Olive Oil?”

Oliver tried not to sound like he was scared, but when he spoke, it was evident. “L-Let me go.” Like I mentioned, Martin fed on fear.

“Let you go? Why? Why can’t I just take you to the back of the mall and ruff you up a bit?”

Phillip looked across the shop to Bobby with a look like, “Are you going to just stand there?” on his face. Before Bobby could do anything, a worker in the boutique walked over. “Could I help you two sirs?”

Martin slowly looked away from the frightened Oliver, and smiled cheerfully. “No Mam. We’re fine. We were just leaving.” Martin let go of Oliver’s arm and signaled with his head for his friends to leave. Bobby was the last to go and when he saw Oliver he gave him an apologetic look. Oliver only smiled as if nothing happened at all and walked out in the other direction as they were going.

***

“You can’t dance?” Oliver asked Bobby. They were in Oliver’s bedroom lounging together on his bed.

“No. Not really.”

“Well, what are you going to do Saturday, then?”

Bobby shrugged. “Wing it I guess.”

“Wing it?” Oliver stood up and stuck out his hand. “Come on. Stand up.”

“What?”

Oliver smiled. “Get up, silly. I’m going to give you some dancing lessons.” Bobby stood up and Oliver grabbed his hands. “I’m gonna lead you.” He placed Bobby’s hands on his shoulder and in his hand. “Now, just follow my feet.” Oliver stepped one foot back, then the other in a count of 1....2. Bobby stepped forward the same way. Then Oliver stepped to the left with one foot then the other in a count of 3.....4. Bobby stepped with him. “Simple enough?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah. That was easy. Like we’re moving in a box shape when we step.”

“Sure. If that’s how you want to think of it.” Oliver backed away from him and turned on his stereo and put it on a slow song. “Now lets try it with music.” He reached for Bobby’s hands. “Follow me.” Oliver counted out loud for Bobby as they moved to the music. Bobby caught on quick. Then Oliver stopped. “Ok. Good. But when prom night comes you’re going to be the one who has to lead. So now, it’s your turn.”

“Oh great.” Bobby said unenthusiastic.

“Now don’t get nervous. Just listen to the music and move your feet.” Oliver placed one hand on Bobby’s shoulder and in his hand while Bobby had a hand on the boy’s waist. “Lead on.” Oliver said smiling. Bobby took a deep breath and started moving; counting his steps out loud in the process. “You know, your prom date may not like you counting your steps while dancing with her.”

“Shut up. Concentrating.” Oliver chuckled.

By the time they were done, Bobby had the little dance down. “Where did you learn that?”

“My mom. She used to dance a bit before I came along. So when I was little, we’d spend that special parent/child quality time, dancing. She’d let me stand on her feet and she’d walk me through the steps. I know a lot more steps, but they are a bit more complicated for you. You’ll impress the best of the best with that little combination alone at the prom.” He crossed his arms and stared at Bobby smiling. “You know, you are quite graceful to never have danced in your life.”

“That’s my natural grace coming out.”

“.....Remind me to never give you another compliment, Mr. Big Ego.”

***

Prom night came and Bobby dressed in a black tux with a rusty orange colored cummerbund and handkerchief in his jacket to match Kelsey’s gown. Before he left to pick her up at her house, he called and reserved a room at a sort of out- the- way hotel for both him and Oliver. Bobby was ready. He was actually more than ready, he was eager. He was eager to explore a romantic world of sex with the person he cared for the most. He was also well prepared. In his trunk, in a small plastic bag, was a tube of lubricant, a box of lubricated condoms, and washcloths from home. He knew the hotel carried towels already, but he wanted to have EVERYTHING.

After many pictures with his parents, he picked up Kelsey and took more pictures at her house, then he drove back to his house and took even more pictures. Once the paparazzi finally went away, they drove to a restaurant and ate until it was time to go to the prom. There, Bobby found his four friends with their dates, acting like maniacs. A rock song was on and they were all in a circle with their dates in the middle jumping around, bopping their heads, and singing the lyrics. You would’ve thought they were trying to embarrass the girls, until you’d see them in the middle doing the same thing.

Bobby walked to the little room where the pictures were taken and decided to get that out the way, so they could spend the rest of prom night partying. When they got there, Oliver and Priscilla were just taking their picture. Priscilla had on a glorious metallic blue gown with her dark brown curly hair up with sparkling clips in it. Oliver dressed in a three piece black tux, metallic blue bow tie, and metallic blue handkerchief. His hair was -of course- perfectly parted to the side and gelled down. They were posed with Priscilla angled towards him and her hands placed flatly on his chest and Oliver’s hands on her waist. Oliver didn’t show any teeth when he smiled -Bobby always thought he had a perfectly bright smile- but he made this sexy, sly grin. He is so beautiful. Bobby thought as they waited. Just thinking about what he was going to do with him, made Bobby even more anxious for the prom to end. When they were finished, they walked out. On their way, Priscilla spotted Bobby. “Hey, Bobby. Looking good, man.”

Bobby smiled. “Thanks. What's up, Oliver?”

“How you doing, Bobby? You and your date look great tonight.” Oliver said.

“Thanks, so do you.” They walked on and Bobby and Kelsey took their picture.

“You looked like you could’ve eaten him alive.” Priscilla told Oliver when they were out of ear’s reach.

“I did. I mean, did you see how beautiful he looked?” Priscilla looked at him with a look of shock.

“Are you saying he looked better than me?” She smiled.

“Of course not, Priscilla. You look absolutely immaculate tonight.” She wrapped her arm around his.

“Oli, if you weren’t gay, I’d have shagged you a long time ago. You speak such wonderful words.”

“I know.”

As the night went on, both parties were enjoying the night. Not even Bobby’s buddies interfered with the night; they were too drunk, except Phillip. A slow song came on and people walked to the dance floor; it was Evanescence’s My Immortal. Oliver grabbed Priscilla and started slow dancing. Every so often-so not to seem like he was staring- he would watch Bobby over her shoulder dancing with Kelsey. He grinned when he saw his lover’s lips move slightly. He’s still counting. Oliver thought.

The announcement of Prom King and Queen came along with the final dance of the night. Before they called out the names, Bobby found Oliver in the bathroom. “Hey Bo........” Bobby rushed to Oliver and kissed him deeply.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” Bobby said as he tried to catch his breath.

“I--” Bobby put his finger to his lover’s lips.

“We only have a few minutes before Kelsey starts to wonder where I am. I wanted to give you this.” Bobby pulled out one of two hotel card keys and put it in Oliver’s hand. Oliver’s eyes grew wider and his mouth gaped as he stared at it. “This is our night, Oliver. I’m ready. I know you’ve been ready a long time ago. I don’t want to keep you waiting anymore.” Bobby touched both sides of Oliver’s neck. “I want us to make love tonight.” Oliver stopped breathing. Don’t have an asthma attack.......Don’t have an asthma attack...........Don’t have an asthma attack. The boy chanted in his head. Bobby kissed him again; this time more softer and shorter. “Okay?” Bobby asked.

“O-Okay.” Oliver breathed out. Bobby smiled before he left the bathroom.

***

“This year’s Prom Queen is......” Principal Harmon started as she stood in the middle of the dance floor with her assistant principal, Mr. Tucker holding the two crowns on a red velvet pillow. “Kelsey Moore.” The students cheered and clapped as the overwhelmed Kelsey walked to receive her crown. “And this year’s Prom King is..........Bobby Ardenay.” Students cheered and the football team made whistling noises and hollered out jokingly, “WE LOVE YOU BOBBY!!!” Bobby shook his head and walked to get his crown. Oliver stood in the audience clapping, with a smile as bright as the morning sun. The prom king and queen were to dance their private dance, then the final dance of the night was to come.

“Oliver, you’re looking funny. What’s wrong?” Priscilla asked him while the students were still watching Bobby and Kelsey dance.

“Nothing’s really wrong. It’s actually right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bobby gave me a key to a hotel room.”

Priscilla’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “As a heart attack. After nine months of waiting, I think tonight’s the night for us.”

“Did he say he wanted to do it?”

“He told me he wanted to make love to me. It’s pretty obvious what he wants, don’t you think?”

“Wooooowww. Are you excited?”

“Yes. Very.”

“So what’s with the goofy expression?”

“I guess I’ve been waiting so long, I don’t know what to do now that the time is here.”

“Easy. Relax and enjoy it.”

“What about you?” Oliver asked.

“Don’t worry about me. Some of my girlfriends who came without a date, rented a limo and are going to paint the town red tonight. I’m going to hang out with them and the limo will take me home.”

When the prom was over, Bobby immediately left for the hotel to get ready. He emptied his plastic bag and placed his tube of lubricant on the night table. He opened his box of condoms and placed the wrappers around the tube. He turned all the lights off except the small lamp that hanged from over the night table, so the room could look dim. He also brought his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, because he was afraid all the chips and sour cream and onion dip he ate did a number on his breath. When he finished, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

Bobby heard the sound of a card sliding and the door slowly opening. He looked up and saw Oliver walk inside. The boy had a smile on his face. “Looks very............” He spotted the lubricant and condoms on the night table. “intimate in here.”

“That’s what I was going for.” He patted the bed beside him. Oliver sat and Bobby held his hand. “Nervous?”

“No. This feels right to me. There’s no one else I want to experience this with other than you. How about you? You nervous?”

“Not anymore.” Bobby kissed Oliver tenderly. When he pulled away, Oliver stood up and started to undress, while Bobby sat on the bed and watched. When he was completely naked, Bobby stood up and ran his hands over the boy’s shoulders. “Your body is so beautiful.” He leaned down and started kissing his neck. Oliver tilted his head to give Bobby more room and he began to undress him.

Before long, they were both naked. Oliver wrapped his arms around Bobby’s neck and he had his hands on Oliver’s waist, as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Bobby reached between them and grabbed Oliver’s growing erection and started to massage and squeeze it to hardness. Oliver moaned into Bobby’s mouth as he started jerking him off. He moved from the boy’s neck down the middle of his chest, until he was on his knees before his staff. Bobby kissed across Oliver’s belly, then took him down his mouth. Bobby had no idea as to how to go about a blow job, but he remembered how it felt when Oliver would do it to him, so he tried to go with that. Oliver ran his hands through Bobby’s short brown hair and tilted his head back in ecstasy. Bobby brought Oliver to an orgasm, then he stood up and held him before the boy fell. “We’re not quite done yet.” Bobby whispered in his ear.

Oliver crawled on the bed and read the condom wrappers. “Lubricated? You’ve bought lubrication AND lubricated rubbers?”

“Well, I wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt you. I couldn’t guarantee that I would be able to control myself, since I’ve never done this before.”

Oliver smiled. “That’s very sweet of you to think of me like that.” He sat up on his knees and took Bobby’s hands. “But, I’d much rather you not use a condom. I prefer to feel you instead of the rubber. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure.” Bobby slightly turned a bit red. “Now, though I bought all this stuff, doesn’t mean I know how to use it.”

“Come here. I’ll show you.” Bobby crawled on the bed and Oliver squirted lube on his fingers and smeared it on his first three fingers. “You’ve got to put this inside me and then stretch me by scissoring your fingers.” Oliver instructed.

“Okay, but why three fingers?”

“You, obviously, haven’t looked at yourself lately.” Oliver laughed. He laid back on the bed and spread his legs open. Bobby sat between him and started to push into Oliver with one finger first. Oliver moaned deep in his throat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this.”

Bobby smiled. “Well, get used to it. Because it’s going to happen more often.” When he buried his finger down to the knuckle, he started pumping slowly. He saw Oliver wince when he added another. “Are you okay?”

Oliver smiled, nodding. “I’m fine.” Bobby nodded and started pumping and scissoring him. When he felt Oliver loosening up around his fingers, he added his third finger. The boy bit his lip and groaned.

After a few minutes of silence, Oliver spoke. “Are you ready?”

Bobby pulled his fingers out. “For what?”

The boy laughed. “For a game of monopoly. What do you think I mean?”

“Oh! Right. Sorry.” He started to crawl on top of his lover when Oliver stopped him.

“You’re forgetting something.” He grabbed the lube again and squirted some in his palm and rubbed his hands together. Almost as if he was shaping a substance into a cylinder shape, Oliver rotated hands as he rubbed the lube on Bobby’s penis. He saw Bobby’s eyes close and his mouth let out a barely audible sigh. “Does this feel good?”

“Extremely.” Bobby breathed out. Oliver stopped and they both laid back on the bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bobby never answered. He found Oliver’s opening and started to slide himself inside him. Oliver closed his eyes and winced. “Ah!”

Bobby moaned. He’s so tight! He thought. When he was fully buried, Oliver stopped him before he could start moving. “Wait. Wait.” Bobby rested his head on Oliver’s and waited for him to adjust. “Okay. Go slow.” Bobby nodded and pulled out some before he pushed back in. Picking up a steady slow rhythm, Bobby started kissing all over Oliver’s face as he began to moan.

An hour had flown by, as they continued to make love. Sweat had started to form on their bodies and they had already experienced two orgasms between each other. Bobby started to lose control over himself and he began to drive deeper into Oliver, and the boy let out a scream of pleasure. During one of his many penetrations, Bobby brushed against a bump and Oliver’s back arched and he grabbed hold of the headboard bars. “BOBBY!!”

So, he has a spot, does he? Bobby started to angle his drives and intentionally hit the spot over and over again. “AH!! Faster, Bobby! Please!” Never one to deny anyone much of anything, he complied and thrashed into Oliver with all the energy he had left. He leaned down and started to lick and suck at Oliver’s nipple, until Oliver grabbed the back of Bobby’s head to bring him closer and came for the third time. When Bobby felt his lover’s honey spill across both their pressed stomachs, he held down Oliver’s hips and pounded into him four more times before he shuddered his final orgasm. With his last ounce of semen left, he rolled his hips into his lover’s until he was finally finished. He’s probably filled to the rim with sperm. Bobby thought. He pulled out slowly -and with ease- and watched as the sticky substance seeped out of Oliver. He looked to the sleepy boy’s stomach and saw he had ejaculated just as much as he did. Bobby kissed him sweetly.

“Geez baby, you’re covered.” Oliver watched with heavy eyes as Bobby took a washcloth and wiped him off. When he was done, he kissed the boy on his forehead and laid next to him. “You know, you spend so much time with your hair gelled down and combed back, that I never knew your hair was as curly as it is. I guess all the sweating we did, helped with that.”

Oliver grabbed Bobby’s chin, turned his face, and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Bobby responded without even having to think about it. Together, they got under the sheets and fell asleep in each others arms.

***

Bobby woke up around five in the morning, and stretched. When he came to himself, he saw Oliver had moved further down the bed in his sleep. He was on his side, with his back facing him. Bobby smiled at seeing him breathing so peacefully. He never liked to see him when he was having an asthma attack; but most of the time, that was how he’d see him, because his friends would be the ones who would cause it.

He moved over to him, pressed his chest against Oliver’s back, and wrapped his arms over the boy’s. “Baby?” He whispered into his ear. Oliver stirred, but didn’t wake. His backside brushed across Bobby’s phallus and he groaned at the slight contact. Oh, not again. Bobby could feel his shaft starting to stir and harden. Quickly he reached over them to the night table and squirted lube on his hand and rubbed it on himself. “Oliver?” He whispered again, but the boy still wouldn’t wake. So Bobby had a plan. Pulling himself closer to him, he embedded himself.

When Oliver first felt the intrusion, he jumped awake. But Bobby quickly grabbed hold of him so he wouldn’t get away. When he finally came to, he started to push himself into Bobby; wanting more of his lover to bury. Bobby kissed Oliver’s shoulder and jerked his stiffening erection as he pumped the boy from behind.

“.............Bobby.” Oliver whispered.

He reached back with one arm and wrapped it around Bobby’s neck. Oliver was still a bit sore from last night and tears were coming from his eyes, but it felt so good to him, he couldn’t tell Bobby to stop. Moving his hand from Bobby’s neck to his love’s hips, Oliver started moving against him. They were silent for a long time, except for the panting and the quick smacking of moist skin into the other. Bobby hitting Oliver’s prostate and fucking him with his hand, sent Oliver over. He came all over Bobby’s hand and Bobby filled him all over again.