Author: Jere’ M. Fishback
Release Date: April 10, 2017
Format: ePub, Mobi, PDF
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Category: Literary/Genre Fiction
Theme: Young Adult
Word Count: 47100*
Sex Content: Non-Explicit
Orientation: Bisexual, Gay
Warning: Sexual situation with half brother
Jere’ M. Fishback © 2017
All Rights Reserved
Spring water beaded on Eric Rupp’s shoulders. The drops looked like gemstones, reflecting sunlight. I stood behind Eric, waist-deep in the spring, my arms wrapped about his chest, my hips pressed to his buttocks. We had just made love on a bedsheet; it lay crumpled on the shore. June’s heat had made our sex a sweaty, sticky affair, but now the spring cooled our flesh.
I listened to water drip, to Eric’s soft breathing. My chin rested against the back of his neck, and I buried the tip of my nose in his damp hair.
Since my first visit to Eric’s home, we had made love any number of places: his house, my grandma’s, the spring, and even the backseat of the Chevrolet one afternoon when a thunderstorm raged. I’d never felt so close to someone; I had touched every part of Eric’s body.
His dad owned a tent and sleeping bags. On weekends, we’d often camp by the spring’s edge. We had constructed a fire pit, girding its walls with chunks of lime rock, and thereafter we always burned pine limbs during our evenings there, listening to sap crackle and hiss, watching sparks rise into the night sky.
“Will it always be like this?” Eric asked me one evening.
We lay side by side on our backs in his tent. The mildewed smell of the canvas made my nose crinkle. Beyond the tent flaps, a campfire smoldered. My gaze was fixed on the canvas overhead.
“I hope so,” I said.
Shifting his weight, Eric asked me, “Are you and I queers?”
I cleared my throat. “I suppose,” I said.
Eric turned toward me; he crooked an elbow and propped his head against his hand. “Does it scare you, being…different?”
“A little. We’ll have to be careful, always.”
After draping his arm across my belly, Eric laid his cheek against my sternum. “I think I’m in love with you, Tyler. Is that okay?”
My windpipe flexed, and then my eyes watered.
“Of course it is,” I whispered.