Pearce - Just You and I

Just You and I

A Beau to Beau Romance short story

Sensual and Sexual, with Passion, Pleasure, and Longing

Intro:

Another birthday together, their thirty-second, is bitter-sweet for Justin. This year marks yet another year gone by without Kyle knowing how much he has wanted him over the years, and how much he loves him. They spend so much time together that their friendship is much stronger than most married couples they know, the heterosexual married couples, that is. The two men have shared so much already, political careers, heated debates over the social climate of their time, that perhaps the way things are is enough for Kyle. But it is not enough for Justin. This year is the year, Justin decides, to discover the truth, whatever it may be.

~Shannon Pearce~

Copyright 2010: Shannon Pearce

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Book Content:

Justin and Kyle had just celebrated their thirty-second birthday together. Born in the same year, they had grown up during the same period of time, though in different cities. Good friends, or at least acquaintances, since their senior year in college, they were what they called products of their environment, and products of their time. They were born in the very late sixties, and so had missed the sexual revolution that their parents had experienced. In fact, it was during what their parents had termed their free love years that Justin and Kyle had been conceived.

Both born to very young parents, Justin and Kyle had formed their own social and political views which were very different from those of their parents. Their parents had been so very liberal minded that the views of Kyle and Justin had inadvertently been formed very similarly, in regard to their outlooks and opinions about politics and the social climate of their time. This was either because of, or perhaps in spite of, having grown up and come of age during the 1970s and 1980s. The two of them had witnessed the same events in the history of their country, the good, and the bad. They talked caringly about these things, almost sentimentally, now that they were grown men.

They seemed to mesh well in their political science courses in college. They had both wanted to go into politics in some way, and had big dreams of changing the world much like their parents had a generation before them. Neither knew just exactly how this would be accomplished, however.

They seemed to be unlike most other guys they knew during their undergraduate days at the University of Michigan, guys who seemed only to want to talk about their weekends sexual conquests or their schools football standing. That was the price they paid, they had decided, when they had chosen to attend a traditional party school.

Where you planning to work next year? Justin had asked Kyle one night when they had finished yet another of their many heated political debates with each other. Had any offers yet? Kyle had surprised Justin with his response. Im thinking of going to graduate school, Jus. Justin had wondered if Kyle had wanted to stay in school to be close to him for a few years longer, but would never ask. Justin certainly did not want to leave Kyle yet. Changing his mind about his future suddenly, at exactly that moment, Justin answered, That sounds like a good idea, Kyle. Sure would give us a much better head start into the political arena. I think its a great career move.

They had decided to attend the same graduate school. They could not imagine life without the other, at least not yet. It will give us a political edge to know someone when we get out of school, this way, Justin had convinced Kyle. He had suggested this mainly because he didnt want their friendship to end just yet, or ever, but neither did Kyle. Now youre thinking, Kyle agreed. Well take the world by storm.

The two of them spent hours pouring over graduate school catalogs, using this as an excuse to get together often, spending hours discussing schools which neither would even consider attending, before making their final decision.

Over their years in graduate school together, and during the years following, their friendship had been solidified through the many differences and similarities of opinion they had had in their political careers, and the many nights they had spent together discussing the political and social issues of the times. This is great. You and I will no doubt be presidential opponents one day, Justin had joked one night when they were discussing their favorite subject, politics.

Justin and Kyle did not share an apartment, though neither had married, at least not yet, but they did live in the same city. They did not work for the same firm, but they werent far from each other.

At times, they had found themselves drawn to different sides of the political coin, though they had tried to avoid it. Justin loved Kyle as a friend, and Kyle loved Justin in the same way. They were comrades, but had also become polar opposites in the political arena. It was this fire, the fiery and heated debates they had begun to have with each other, that made them want to rip each other apart, but it also made them want each other in a very different way. The feelings that they both had known were there between them during their collegiate years had now bubbled to the surface. These debates had often made them want each other then and there, when the debates became the most heated. It was lust, plain and simple, though neither was willing to admit it to themselves nor to each other.

Justin tried to suppress his desire, or lust, for his political opponent, but the very sight of Kyle would always excite him. He had no idea that Kyle had felt the same way about him.

Kyle and Justin both loved the beach, and had chosen a graduate school, and had taken jobs in a city not far from the warm beaches of southern California. They went to the beach as often as they could, which was most weekends. The very sight of Kyle doing anything physical, with his muscles in motion, made Justin want him more with each year that passed.

After just a few hours of swimming and a few awkward attempts at surfing, they would drag themselves back to the beach and soak in the warm rays of the sun.

They had developed this routine over the years. Justin would lie on his stomach, and Kyle would lie on his back, both with their eyes closed tightly. Justin would use this precious little time to let his eyes drink in the beauty that lay beside him in the sand. A myriad of small details went through his mind when watching Kyle lying there, including the tiny goose bumps that overlay Kyles lightly tanned skin, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, and the stretching of his large round nipples under the strain of each breath.

Kyles thick dark hair would blow gently in the breeze as he lay beside Justin. It was the fullness of Kyles lips, however, that was especially hard for Justin to ignore. Justin wanted to take Kyle and pull him to him, forcing those lips open with his mouth, and never let those lips leave his own.

Kyles face was also inviting to Justin. As he looked at Kyles face, he would fantasize about how it would feel to lie on top of him, to melt over him like melted marshmallows over popcorn, seeping into every pore of Kyle, every crevice of his gorgeous body.

Every summer, Kyle and Justin took time out to get away from their political lives, and went far off into the woods, for at least a weekend, but usually for an entire week. Their weekends together at the beach were wonderful, but this yearly event was even greater. They called it a camping trip, but they didnt exactly pitch a tent. They opted for a very non-primitive cabin. My idea of camping out is checking in at the Ramada, Justin joked one year. You know it, buddy, Kyle laughed, agreeing with his friend.