Waiting For August

Part 34~Doing nothing

I was trying to be patient. After the fiasco with the gift basket, I had called August, but it had gone straight to voice mail. So, I sent a text. Just the one. I had thought long and hard about how to deal with the situation and had come to the decision that nothing was the answer.

I was relying on something that Henry had said the night I had met him. Something that had stuck in my brain. "I know it sometimes looks like he's running away from his problems, but that's just how he works. Once he's wrapped his brain around whatever is bothering him, you'll find he returns."

And I had seen proof of that already, hadn't I? That first day in the courtroom, and again on the night I had met Henry. I was holding on to the hope that Friday's incident would be the same.

Doing nothing, however. Was a lot harder than it sounded and I found myself needing something to keep myself busy.

Friday, Jonah and Ben had spent the night. After dinner we had got to drinking and chatting. When I ran out of beer, we moved on to something harder. It wasn't often that we drank for the sake of drinking, but tonight the alcohol became a buffer for the question I needed to ask.

When I was feeling tipsy enough to do so, I blurted. "Best position for the first time?"

They'd looked at each other and then answered together.

"Face to face."

"Missionary."

Then they chuckled and smiled and high-fived one another.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yep." Jonah decided to elaborate. "Best position, hands down. You need to be able to look into one another's eyes. He needs to trust you, so he's gotta be able to see your face—"

"And you need to be able to gauge whether or not he's having any discomfort. You can't do that with his ass in the air and his face in a pillow." Ben grinned as he looked at Jonah. "Also, if feels damn nice when your partner wraps their arms and legs around you."

"You can kiss too." Jonah said smiling, his eyes were locked on Ben.

I looked between the two of them before pointing at the ceiling. "Bedroom's that way."

They both chuckled and grinned.

Maybe later," Ben said. He was gazing at his mate adoringly.

Jonah, who was looking a little pink around the cheeks, turned his attention back to me. "Any other questions?"

I shook my head. "I can't think of any at the moment."

"Okay then." Jonah stood and picked up his empty glass. "I need a refill. Anyone else?"

Ben and I held up our glasses.

"Okay then."

He took our glasses and disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as he did, Ben reached out and grabbed a hold of my shirt, leaning towards me as he pulled me in close.

"He told you about taking it slow the first time, right?"

I nodded.

"Okay, so once you got him relaxed down there and are thinking about putting it in... don't push. Just press against him instead. If you've done the job right, his body will respond, and you'll just sink in."

"So, don't—"

"Right. Don't go shoving it in. Relax, take your time, and let his body open up to you." He shook his head. "From there, take it slow. Be gentle. Once he's use to how it feels, you can pick up the pace." He glanced over to the kitchen where Jonah was still fixing our drinks. "Then your job is to concentrate on finding and hitting that spot. That's your goal. You do that and his body will react, and it'll feel crazy good for you both."