This is the second part of the trilogy and if you are reading it as that, embryonic questions could, is that should, be forming.
The tearful young individual had walked over with a look that the older took to be one of purpose. Quite what it was he didn’t seem to know although he, the older, had many ideas of what it could easily be. They had already done the shoulder to cry on, the sympathetic older ear but things felt as if there were moving on; it was no longer just an escape from other boys who were obviously not interested in him, the younger, or the feelings and attractions he was developing?
The two had known of each other for some time, not really on an even footing but there had always been a classifiable link. Age was the only spoiler, in the shadow of the world’s judgement that is but such things had never seemed to be a problem for them. This was an intimacy that had been honestly sought and genuinely found, there was nothing that could be judged inappropriate; not in their minds anyway.
The younger slid his facing chair closer with only knees touching as they waited for the background banter and noise faded as the rowdy group worked out that there was more fun to be had without someone older being in their field of play.
Eyes didn’t need to meet nor words be exchanged as this wasn’t the first time they had been this close. The younger’s feelings were a chaos of things stirred up by natural developments which were exciting but there had never been an outlet; the possibility that his peers were going through the same things hadn’t provided the empathy and response that he found with this situation.
He held out a hand easily, still not quite knowing where to place it although he knew wanted to be done with it. The slim pale fingers were taken gently but firmly by ones that were bulkier and creased with age and work but were more than able to appreciate the delicacy of the others body. Still no words had been exchanged, only the certainty of a much desired intimacy.
It was now just the two of them, the world had faded out of hearing and interest.
Eventually the older gently lifted the boy’s chin to see if he wanted to talk or if this was what was now the more usual situation. A flashing glance from the clear grey-green eyes told the older everything and the touching knee changed to a full leg length as the younger slipped easily round onto an adjacent chair. Single hands of each gripped palm to palm and the contact zipped up forearms to elbow and onto uneven shoulders. The smooth movement set a mop of manicured sun-streaked hair falling to one side as a delicate and as yet acne free cheek rested onto the pointed shoulder of the older. Still no words were shared but their body heat spoke for them both.
Breathing synchronised sympathetically and the world around them faded that little bit more.
It was difficult to make out who made the next move, there was no need to assign blame as they both wanted the same result and any underlying emotion for either party was ultimately the same.
It was actually the older’s hand which had been first to unclasp which allowed it to brush past the short-haired nape of the younger’s fine neck where it griped the developing shoulder to pull the figure tighter into him; the freed younger hand slipped easily into the heat and comfort of the older’s thigh. Each paused to gauge any immediate reaction from the surroundings, this was still a public place after all but thankfully, there was none.
In the early days they had sat side by side trying to work out who was helping whom. Then, conversation had found nothing more than a mutual acceptance of a friendship but with a growing awareness of more than that. For the younger it had been sensing and appreciating maturity that his peers were still working out, for the older it was definitely an opportunity to live many moments that had never been realised at that volatile stage in his own life; but had never left him.
The escalation since then had provided adventures in ways that were not so different; education and satisfaction.