Chapter 4: The Tailgate

The stars were out by the time Perry climbed over the tailgate.

The truck bed still held Dad's moving blanket, folded in a square, smelling of dust and dog.

Blaine shook it out with one snap and spread it across the ribbed steel.

He did it neatly, smoothing the corners, because he was picky even now.

Then he turned around and looked at Perry in the blue half-dark, and his face was not teasing.

"Come here," he said.

Perry went.

Blaine took his jaw in both hands and kissed him.

This time there was no one on the path and no sheet and no clock.

It was slow.

It was so slow that Perry heard himself make a sound, low and unashamed, and Blaine answered it against his mouth.

"There," Blaine murmured. "That's what I wanted to hear."

"You said somewhere you could hear me," Perry said.

"I did."

"Then listen."

Perry got his fingers in the hem of Blaine's shirt and pulled it up over his head.

Blaine let him.

The skin underneath was warm and damp from the drive.

Perry put his palms flat on the broad chest and felt the heart going under them, fast and hard.

"You're nervous," Perry said.

"I'm a lot of things," Blaine said.

"You're shaking."

"You're about to find out why."

Blaine's hands went to the buttons of Perry's shirt, big clumsy fingers working them one at a time.

He pushed it back off Perry's shoulders and ran his palms down his ribs.

He kissed his throat.

He kissed his collarbone, and the hollow beneath it, and the center of his chest.

Every inch of the way down he said his name into the skin.

"Per. Per."

Perry's knees gave out and he sat down on the blanket.

Blaine went down in front of him on both knees, which in the truck bed took all the room there was, and looked up.

"Tell me if you don't want this," Blaine said.

"I want it."

"Say it so I can hear it," Blaine said.

"I want your mouth on me, Blaine," Perry said, and his voice cracked. "Right now."

Blaine undid his belt.

He pulled the shorts down, and Perry's cock came free, hard and flushed and already wet at the tip.

Blaine looked at it for a long moment, and Perry would remember his face for the rest of his life.

"Two years," Blaine said, to nobody in particular.

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