The Trucker and the Runaway

Part 3

"Oh my god." Mousie thought. The satin sheets felt so soothing on his bare legs. Sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and he drank it in. The room he'd occupied in his mother's house had no windows. It was a dark, smelly, nasty hole in the wall with no regard for any real living life form. The carpet was tan and reminded him of his old lover's bedroom. They'd fucked so many times in there. Mousie smelled an almost pine-needle and musty scent in the bedroom. Both the minimalism of the bedroom and the cleanliness were surprises to him. He'd pegged Mar as someone likely to be living in a messy hole in the wall. He was sure that Mar was gay, or at least wanted him. The way he looked at Mousie made it dead obvious. Mousie found a book on the night table next to him. He loved the comfort of a book, and curled up in the natural light, reading about animals and their natural intelligence. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, he saw a plate of french toast next to him. He quickly ate it, not realizing how hungry he had been since yesterday. "Delicious!" He thought. Just as he put his plate down. Mar walked into the room and sat next to him on the bed.

"Hey kiddo. I'm sorry, for being a little rough. How ya feelin"

"I'm doing ok. This food is great. Thanks"

"Yeah, kiddo, that's momma's recipe."

"Oh, I remember when my momma used to make me shit. Only it would always be the same thing. Cereal, goddammned cereal! That nasty shit!"

"Hey kiddo, just be grateful. Anything's better than dried up pig ass."

Mar and Mousie laughed and joked some more, then slowly, they began talking about more serious topics. About their upbringings, their friends, their passions. They talked for hours, losing track of time, until they fell asleep.

When they awoke, Mousie was hugging Mar, his right arm and leg spread across the front of Mar's body. It felt warm; safe. Mousie had not felt an embrace in months. Neither had Mar. Although it felt good, it felt too good, and Mousie began to feel an engorged feeling between his legs. He started to move, but Mar grabbed him "No, stay." He murmured sleepily. "Just stay."

And so, they stayed, cuddling, until it eventually became dark.

"Hey Mar" Mousie could feel Mar's hot breath on his forehead.

"Yeah, kiddo" Mar rubbed Mousie's back kindly with his right arm.

"Do you want to have sex?" Mousie rubbed his knee over Mar's throbbing bulge.