Study Buddies

They hadn't meant for it to dissolve into another grope and tumble session. It just did. Javier and Carey had honestly gone into Carey's room to study, nothing more. Carey's wood paneled bedroom was adorned by a few posters depicting rock's greatest guitarists at work. A sweat glistened Richie Sambora hung next to a Randy Rhodes tribute poster. The TV set positioned strategically in front of the bed was used more for the DVD's and video games on the surrounding shelves than for program viewing. His Gibson was sandwiched between a bookshelf of tab notes and a stereo flanked with an impressive CD collection.

Javier was originally from Mexico, giving his deep voice a distinct accent. He had jet black hair that tended to grow a bit long and slightly wavy. His cinnamon brown skin set off his muscular frame. He was tall and broad chested with very defined biceps from playing drums. He had squared but soft features, shiny dark eyes and a hint of mustache on his upper lip. He wore sturdy black jeans and a black tank top and two chains around his neck. One was a crucifix his parents gave him long ago for his Confirmation. The other was a recent present from Carey for his 17th birthday- a Celtic knot that Carey said represented enduring love.

Carey was physically very different from Javier. He was also rather tall, but here the similarities ended. He was very trim and pale complected. His natural hair color was strawberry blond, but he had dyed it dark purple. The hair was shoulder length, shaggy, occasionally obscuring his sky blue eyes. He was somewhat of a goth, preferring black clothes and occasionally some eyeliner. He sometimes wore foundation to conceal his freckles, but they were starting to fade with the coming fall. He had very tapered features and full pink lips.

Both were in extra curriculars. Javier played bass drum in band. Carey had been cast in the title role of the high school production of _Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat_. To stay in both activities meant keeping at least a C average. Had they been in football or basketball, the principal might've cajoled the teachers into fudging their grades a bit. However, the whole purpose of their extra curriculars was to get out of gym class and away from Mike and Brad, the school's two golden boys who were pretty much allowed to do whatever they wanted.

Javier remembered the last time Carey had gym with those two jocks. He left band practice just in time to see Carey shuffle out of the gymnasium with a black eye. Javier quickly escorted Carey to the nurse's office where he was given an ice pack. Carey told him and Nurse Kavanagh that Mike and Brad had shoved him against the lockers and ran. Nurse Kavanagh said she'd make a note of it and see that the boys were disciplined, but Javier knew they'd get off without so much as a slap on the wrist. He wanted to deliver his own brand of justice to them, but Carey talked him out of it while they were in Javier's room. Javier gave him a couple of aspirin and tenderly rubbed some ointment where the skin had been cut. He gave Carey a pack of frozen peas and invited him to lie on his bed. Javier had snuggled next to his injured boyfriend, doing no more than putting an arm around him. Carey returned the favor a week later when Javier was recovering from having a wisdom tooth extracted. _I behaved myself then._ Javier told himself as he watched Carey's full, pink lips suckle at a pencil. _I can behave myself now._

Carey tried to make himself stop sucking on his pencil. It was a good way to ruin the eraser, but he couldn't help himself. Spanish vocabulary was confusing as it was, and watching Javier lay back against his pillows with a copy of _Essential Shakespeare_ propped up on his broad chest was distracting. He looked so comfortable. Carey lay down, using Javier's taut stomach as a pillow. "What are you doing?" Javier asked.

"You don't mind, do you?" Carey asked.

"No, I don't."

It's not just sex. Carey reminded himself. OK, yeah, he was sexually attracted to Javier, no use denying it, but he knew there was more to it than that. He was so good to him, so loving, so protective. He was strong, yet gentle. They both loved music and movies. They both loved antagonizing Principal Atkins. (Or "Ass Kiss" as he was called behind his back.) They both liked to joke around, whether between themselves or other friends. Carey concluded that Javier was not just his lover; he was also his best friend.

He looked up and noticed the silver Celtic knot charm dangling from the chain around Javier's neck. Carey remembered the day he gave that to him. Javier had a party for his 17th birthday. Carey told him he wanted to give his gift in private. When they were thoroughly alone in Javier's room, Carey bashfully handed his boyfriend a palm-sized gift box. Javier opened it and admired the charm, tracing the intricate pattern with a finger. Carey told him it was a True Love knot, symbolizing two souls weaving together. Carey loved it and put it on. Then Carey offered the other half of his gift. "I'm all yours tonight!" he promised him. "You can do whatever you want with me, and I'll do whatever you want."

Javier had smiled at him. "If you don't mind, Carey, I just want to hold you."

Carey thought his heart would explode with joy in that moment. He had been prepared to spend the evening as Javier's willing sex slave, only to find Javier cared more about him than about sex. He spent the better part of the evening just lying enfolded in big strong arms, listening to Javier's heartbeat and the rise and fall of his breath. In the present world, Carey could feel warmth radiating off Javier's body. With his ear so close to his stomach, he could hear arteries pumping.

Javier tried to ignore the warm body cozying next to him and tried to concentrate on Shakespeare. Unbidden, his fingers idly twirled purple locks as he read the same five lines over and over again. "I don't understand this it all." he finally concluded.

"Don't understand what?" asked Carey, enjoying the fingers in his hair.

"Romeo and Juliet."

"Two kids fall in love, everyone dies." said Carey. "What's not to understand?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because English isn't my first language, but I don't understand this at all!"

"Don't worry, lots of native English speakers don't understand Shakespeare."

"What does this mean, anyway? 'If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, my lips, two blushing pilgrims do seek to soothe that rough touch with a tender kiss.' If he wants to kiss, why doesn't he just say so?"

"Because it's not poetic." Carey laid aside his note book and turned so that he was lying on his front, looking up at Javier. "Look, you're Catholic, right?"

"I was raised Catholic." Javier had been questioning his personal beliefs of late.

"So you know what a shrine is."

"Sí, it has candles, maybe a picture or a figure of a saint or the Virgin."

"It's something sacred, right? Something holy."

"Sí."

"It's not something you want messed up. That's what Romeo is trying to tell Juliet that she is. Something too sacred for his humble hands to touch."

"This Romeo person just goes on and on about Juliet! 'Snowy dove trooping with crows', 'She doth teach the torches to burn bright', OK, I get it, he likes her."

Carey smiled at him. "Javier, how did you feel when you first saw me?"

Javier fidgeted with his text book. "I-I thought you were very attractive." he admitted. "Don't know if I'd call you a snowy dove trooping with crows."

Carey chuckled. "I'm as far removed from a dove as you can get."

"I don't think I was in love with you then."

"In lust, maybe?"

"Maybe." Javier blushed. "But, the more I got to know you, the more I came to love you. I can't make myself believe Romeo loves Juliet. They hardly know each other."

"Eh, that's Shakespeare." Carey shrugged. "Doesn't make much sense. Like in Hamlet. I always thought Hamlet should've dumped that drip Ophelia and hooked up with Horatio. He was at least trustworthy."

"I don't think audiences of the time would have cared much for a play about gay lovers. But, you seem to understand Shakespeare. Maybe you could put it in a nutshell for me."

"OK, here's Shakespeare in a nutshell." Carey lay on his back and flailed his arms and legs as if enclosed in a small space. "Hark! Alas! Wherefore art I trapp't in yon nutshell?" Javier laughed. Carey was always doing something funny to make him laugh. "Alright, seriously, I'll help you."

"OK, Juliet says 'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. What mannerly devotion shows in this?' What's that mean?"

"Oh, she's telling him that he shouldn't speak so lowly of himself. She's telling him that his loving words are basically proof that he is indeed worthy of her touch. The part about 'palm to palm' is a bit of a pun. A palmer would carry a palm leaf to show that he had been to the Holy Land and Juliet is telling Romeo that she wants to touch his hand. Palm to palm." To demonstrate, he laid the palm of his hand against Javier's. They gazed into each others' eyes as their palms pressed together. Javier's thick, brown and sinewy hand contrasted with Carey's slim, pale hand, mildly callused from playing guitar. "And thus from thy lips my sin is purged." Carey brushed his lips against Javier's.

"Give me my sin again." Javier whispered hoarsely.

"Whoa, hold on." Carey shook himself back to reality. "We got some studying to do."

"Uh, sí, studying."

"I got a Spanish quiz in two days." Carey said as he straightened himself up and took up his notebook. "I'm trying to memorize these vocabulary words."

"Now that is something I can help you with." said Javier. "I spoke nothing but Spanish until I was ten."

"OK, the theme of this vocabulary list is parts of the body."

"Fine, put the notebook aside." Carey did so. "I'll say the Spanish word, and you try to remember the English." Javier scooted closer. "Pelo."

"Pelo, pelo, don't tell me, I know this." Carey muttered.

"Pelo." Javier toyed with a strand of Carey's purple hair.

"Pelo- hair!"

"Sí!" Javier laid his hands on Carey's face. "Cara."

"Face?"

"Sí!" Javier gently closed Carey's eyes. "Ojos."

"Eyes."

"Sí." Javier gently kissed the closed eyes. He kissed the tip of Carey's nose. "Nariz."

"Nose." Carey said with a smile.

"Sí. Labios." Javier softly kissed Carey's lips.

"Um, I think that's a girl's body part."

"Labios." Javier said insistently, kissing him again.

"Mouth?"

"No, that's 'boca'. Labios." Javier traced a finger over his lower lip.

"Oh, lips!"

"Sí! Orejas." Javier fondled Carey's ear lobes, making him giggle.

"Ears!" he laughed. "And you know I'm ticklish there!"

He knew. He knew very well. "Cuello." He stroked the sides of his slender neck, making him blush as gooseflesh rose.

"N-neck." Carey gasped.

"Sí. Hombros." He rubbed Carey's slender shoulders.

"Um, let's see, it doesn't mean man, that's hombre."

"Hombros." Javier's rubbing became more intense.

"Shoulders?"

Sí! Brazos." he ran his hands up and down Carey's arms.

"Arms."

"Sí. Manos." Javier caressed Carey's hands.

"Hands." Carey laughed. "Like that movie, _Manos, Hands of Fate_."

"Sí." Javier kissed the hands and laid them down. Where to go next? He laid his hand on Carey's chest, just left off center of his sternum. "Corazón."

Carey rested his hands on Javier's hand, as if to keep it there a while. "Heart." he said softly.

"Sí." Javier let his hand rest there a moment, feeling the steady throb under his fingers. On with the lesson. "Estómago." Javier reached out for Carey's abdomen, making him flinch involuntarily.

"Stomach! And you know I'm ticklish there too."

"Caderas." Javier stroked Carey's hips.

"Hips." Carey's eyes fluttered closed as Javier touched him.

"Piernas."

"Um...."

"Piernas." Javier urged, stroking Carey's denim clad thighs.

"Ooh..." Carey gave a sigh of pleasure and gulped. "Thighs?

"No. Piernas." Javier let his hand travel over Carey's knee and down his calf.

"Oh, legs."

"Sí!" Javier pulled off one of Carey's socks and ran a finger over the sole of his foot. "Pie."

Carey giggled. "You're tickling me again!" The truth was, Carey liked being tickled. It made him feel so alive. "Pie, foot."

"Sí." He ran a finger over Carey's instep, making him writhe with an unexpected jolt of pleasure. Javier caressed Carey's legs as before. They were clothed in thick denim, yet the pressure of his beloved's hand there was exhilarating for Carey. Javier lovingly cupped the bulge in Carey's crotch. "Pene."

"That-that word isn't on the vocabulary list." Carey gasped.

"Pene." Javier gave him a squeeze.

"Oh- Oh, God..." Carey gulped. "Cock."

"No, no." Javier teased his ear as he began to rub him through his jeans. "Pene."

"Dick?"

"No..." Javier's hand squeezed and stroked.

"Johnson, shlong, uh, trouser snake."

Javier chuckled as he masturbated his boyfriend. "Pene. Listen to the word. What does it sound like?"

"Javier, don't make me use that word."

"What word?"

"You're trying to trick me!"

"What's wrong with that word?" Javier kissed his neck and stroked harder.

"Oh! You're evil, Javier! Evil!"

"Would someone evil do this?" He nibbled at Carey's pulse while squeezing his privates.

"Lestat would do it."

"You want me to be a vampire?" Javier bit and suckled at Carey's neck. Carey gave out a small cry. He knew he'd have a hickey to cover up in the morning, but he didn't care. "Come on, say the word."

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"It's too...clinical."

"You can say the word 'dick' but you can't call it what it is?"

"OK, penis. There. You happy?"

"Very." Javier's hands slipped under and cupped Carey's bottom. "Culo."

"Ass?"

"And a nice one it is." Javier pressed his lips gently against Carey's. "Now, let's review." Javier stroked Carey's hair. "Que esto?"

"Pelo." said Carey, reaching out to stroke Javier's raven tresses. He ghosted his hand over Javier's face. "Cara." He pressed a finger against the cartilage tip of Javier's nose. "Nariz." He stroked Javier's earlobes. "Orejas." He gently placed his fingers over Javier's eyes. "Ojos. Labios." Hands still on Javier's eyes, Carey drew close and kissed him. "How am I doing, teacher?"

"Bueno." said Javier. "Maravilloso." He put Carey's hand on his heart. "Que esto?"

"Tu corazón." Carey whispered thickly, feeling the thrumming under his fingers. Somehow, touching him there proved more intimate than if he touched him anywhere else. They both tingled happily as Javier stroked the hand lying on his chest. Carey's hand dipped lower. "Estómago" Carey fingered the washboard abs hidden by the fabric of Javier's tank top. _Save the best for last, Carey._ he reminded himself. "Cuello." he brushed his fingertips against Javier's neck, causing gooseflesh to rise. "Hombros." He ran his hands admiringly over Javier's broad shoulders. "Brazos." He smiled as he ran his hands over tight muscles. "Brazos mas hermoso." Javier smiled. He'd have to remind Carey later that he had to pluralize adjectives. Right now, he'd just enjoy the caresses he was getting. Carey was holding his hands. "Manos." Carey held Javier's hands to his face and kissed them. He pressed his cheek against them as if they were the most precious things in the world.

"You've remembered them all, so far." Javier said encouragingly.

"Piernas." Carey touched Javier's leg.

"Bueno. But you forgot 'hip'." Javier laid Carey's hands on his hips. "What's the word?"

"Um...something starting with c, I know that."

"Caderas." Javier said.

"Yeah, that's it, caderas." Carey stroked the length of Javier's thigh and smirked when Javier sighed in pleasure. Carey ran his hands down to Javier's feet. "Pie." he said, stroking the instep. He let his hands work back up Javier's legs. "And for extra credit, pene." He stroked Javier's bulging crotch, making him moan hoarsely. Carey aligned their bodies so that their crotches met and slipped his hands under Javier's bottom. "Culo." He pressed his lips to Javier's and thrusted against him. They both clutched at each other and moaned into each others' mouths.

Javier rolled over so that Carey was under him. The smaller boy's hands squeezed his buttocks, urging him to thrust harder. He looked down at Carey, saw the mischievous gleam of lust in those bright blue eyes and that smile he always got when he was enjoying the most intimate of moments. Carey's hands reached up and pulled the tank top off. Slim, pale hands spread out against deep tan pectoral muscles.

Carey looked up at his lover. The dangling pendants made his naked chest look all the more enticing. He threw his head back and gasped as Javier simulated love making to him. "Hump me hard, Javi!" he gasped. "Hump me hard!"

"Carey! Cariño!" Javier called out as he thrusted harder. He practically tore Carey's shirt off his slender frame. "Que bello eres." he sighed, stroking his trim torso. "Tengo suerte de tener un novio tan guapo!"

"I have no idea what you just said." Carey sighed as Javier's fingers pulled gently on his nipples. "But I love how you say it."

"Te amo, Carey." Javier whispered as he thrust himself against his beloved. Their bodies touched flesh to flesh. Their hands found each other and the fingers instinctively interlaced. An open mouthed kiss swallowed their moans of desire as they ground against each other.

"Javi, I'm coming!" Carey gasped excitedly.

"Come with me, querido!" They both bumped and grinded until they both felt a damp explosion in their crotches. They collapsed together, panting, arms clutching around torsos, never wanting to let go. They both smiled at each other and shared a relatively innocent kiss. "Bonito, you make it hard to be good."

"You make it good to be hard." Carey said teasingly.

"I think I need a new pair of pants."

"You left a pair over here last weekend." Javier often came to Carey's house for "sleepovers". Surprisingly little sleep happened when he spent the night with him. "Want me to get them for you?"

"Eh, later." Javier didn't mind the dampness in his crotch so long as he had Carey's sweet, warm body to cuddle with.

"You know something, Javi?" Carey said with a smile. "I think I'm going to ace that Spanish quiz." They laughed together and embraced.