Date: 18 Feb 00 23:20:31
From: rimshot@planetaccess.com
Subject: The truth about Caymen 5

This is the latest installment of the Caymen story.  I took a little time
off because I was afraid I'd run the story into the ground.  Instead of
getting into a cliffhanger, I would rather focus on how Caymen and Merit
build their characters.  Feel free to let me know what you think one way or
the other.  Thanks to the Sky Lion for his help.

	Dan

Rimshot@planetaccess.com


The truth about Caymen part 5

	Merit ducked a snowball and laughed, stooping to make one of his
own.  The crisp afternoon sun shown down warming his skin and all was right
with the world.  He could feel thousands of lights in his mind, the various
plants and rocks.  He could hear the symphony of the world, and it was like
no drug he had ever tried.  Everyday, Caymen taught him more about being in
tune, and everyday he could feel more of the world around him.

	A few yards away, he watched a naked Caymen race behind a rock an
instant too late, a fresh snowball impacting on his left buttock.  Merit
cheered his aim, jumping up and throwing his arms around his head.  "Yeah!
It's about time you took one!"

	Caymen rubbed his ass and chuckled, amused at the spectacle he saw
before him.  It had been Merit's idea to run out of the trailer without
clothes on, and he was beat red.  Caymen chucked one of his two snowballs,
nearly hitting Merit's shoulder, then followed with the second in rapid
succession.

Merit clutched his chest where the second one hit and staggered, giving
Caymen the opening he wanted.  He climbed up on his rock and leaped,
catching the other boy and crushing him into the snow.  Caymen landed on
top, immediately grateful that it wasn't him lying in the snow.

	"JESUS H CHRIST!"  Merit screamed as the cold hit him.  "Getup,
getup, GETUP!"  He pushed Caymen up then took his hand, pulling himself up.
"That is the COLDEST fucking snow on earth!"

	"Actually, I think it's all about the same temperature."  Caymen
smirked, leading the way back to the warmth of the trailer.  "You know, if
you get sick I'm going to tell your mom who came up with the nudist
snowball fight idea."

	"It was a really cool idea until I got tackled."  Merit groused,
opening the door.

	"No pun intended, right?"

	"Smart ass."

	Caymen laughed and smacked Merit's ass as he stepped inside.  He
held the door for Baggy, who appeared to have had more that enough outside
fun for one day.  The cat jumped onto one of the table seats and began
cleaning.  As Merit kicked up the heat on the small furnace, Caymen grabbed
a blanket and pulled it around himself, then enveloped Merit in his arms.
They were both so cold that they could hardly feel each other.

	"Let's get in bed, Cay."  Merit chattered through his teeth.  They
crawled up into the upper bed and got under the covers, actively shivering.
Merit wrapped his arms around Caymen as the little fan on the furnace
started blowing warm air.  With out realizing how tired they were, they
fell asleep.

	At about four in the afternoon, Caymen woke up feeling suffocated.
He threw the blankets back and disentangled himself from Merit, feeling
their sweat soaked bodies peel apart.  So as not to disturb Merit, he
carefully slid off the bed and turned the heat down, shaking his head when
he saw the temperature.  It was nearly eighty in the trailer now.

	"Jesus it's hot in here."  Merit mumbled, sitting up and displaying
a hair wedgey hairdo from the nap.

	"That happens when you set the heater on inferno and fall asleep."
Caymen poured them each a glass of juice and took them to the bed.  He
handed one over and then sat down cross-legged.  "On the other hand, I'm
not freezing to death either."  He reached out and smoothed Merit's dark
hair.

	"I still think that winter camping is fun," Merit said, enjoying
the feel of Caymen's hand.  "Besides, I got you to myself for two days,
didn't I?"

	"You always have me to yourself."  Caymen leaned in and kissed
Merit lightly.  You're the only one I love He sent in to Merit's mind.

	God, I needed that, Merit sent back, luxuriating in the caress of
Caymen's mind.  He set his glass down and rolled onto his back, laying his
head in Caymen's lap.  Do you know, I can feel you every day, all day long
now?  Like a comfortable background buzz.

	"You initiate the link as often as I do now."  Caymen told him,
running his hands over Merit's face and chest.  Merit smiled slightly and
opened his mind, allowing full contact between them.  Caymen responded by
flooding Merit with arousal.

	Merit inhaled sharply and his eyes flew open.  With an impish grin
he pulled Caymen down into a kiss.  Caymen took a hold of Merit's penis and
gave a couple of slow strokes, switching mind images to love making and
desire.  Without a word, they stretched out on the bed, never breaking from
the kiss.

	Merit put his hand between Caymen's legs and caressed his balls,
letting his fingers linger over his ass.  Gently, he inserted his finger
and began in and out motions.  Caymen sighed and felt warmth spread up
through his stomach muscles.  Merit kissed his way down the other's torso,
stopping at key locations to make wide loops with his tongue.

	Caymen slid his legs up in an inviting manner.  Merit smiled and
dropped himself between them, resting his body on Caymen's.  Caymen licked
Merit's ear and neck, then jumped slightly as Merit entered him.  At first,
he hadn't liked this part of their relationship, but it had definitely
grown on him.  He willed himself to relax, feeling those internal nerve
endings heat up as Merit moved in and out.

	Merit propped up on one arm and took hold of Caymen, matching the
strokes to his thrusts.  Using silent communication, they sped up and
slowed down, each meeting the needs of the other.  Each time one got near
an orgasm, they other would take charge, making each session of love making
last over an hour.

	Merit couldn't hold it, and he knew it.  After almost thirty
minutes he needed to release, and when Caymen tried to slow him down, he
smiled inwardly and increased the tempo.  Caymen writhed under him, trying
to hold back, then shot hard, sending several ropes of semen onto his chest
and Merit's stomach.

	Merit groaned and let go into Caymen, slamming forward with each
contraction.  He exhaled hard, sending the last of it out, then dropped
forward onto Caymen, enjoying the sensation of sweat and cum spreading over
their chests.  Caymen's arms circled him, and through the link he got total
contentment.

	The next morning, they cleaned the trailer and packed the truck.
Caymen had talked his grandmother into letting him buy a used Blazer so
that they could still get into the mountains during the winter.  Merit's El
Camino and Caymen's Cougar were both inadequate if there was snow.

	Caymen summoned Baggy with a though and put her in the truck, then
started it to get warm.  He gathered up their trash to haul home, and set
the lawn chairs underneath the trailer.  Merit stepped out and locked the
door.  "I turned off the gas and drained the water lines."

	"It'd be a bitch if we came up next time and found a bunch of
damage.  Your dad would have a fit."  Caymen climbed behind the wheel and
moved Baggy to the back seat, earning a flat-eared glare.  Merit got in and
they took a last look at the trailer, each wishing they could stay for
their own reasons.  Caymen put the truck in gear and headed towards the
gate.

	"Cay, can you tell when someone is gay?"

	Caymen glanced at Merit for a second.  "I'm not sure what you
mean."

	"I mean if we were sitting in the mall, watching people walk by us,
could you tell witch ones are gay and which ones aren't?"  Merit folded his
legs under himself and turned to face Caymen.  Baggy jumped into his lap
and curled up, allowing herself to stroked around the ears.

	"I probably could.  I never tried.  Why?"

	"When I figured out I was gay, I……well,…..I hated myself,
and I hated normal people.  I really hated the guys that I thought were
gorgeous, that I knew I would never have, or be close to, you know?"  Merit
leaned his elbow on the top of the seatback and ran his fingers through his
hair.  "Do you know how lucky I was to find you, so I didn't end up in some
kind of self imposed exile/"

	Caymen smiled faintly.  "I think I found you, if my memory serves.
Or at least Baggy did."  He reached over and stroked the cat's head, then
Merit's cheek.  "What would you like to do?  Go find everyone we can that
is gay and expose them, maybe start a civil war or two?  How about just a
riot."

	"That's not what I meant, dickhead.  I meant that I could've used a
friend who knew a little about what I was feeling, and maybe helped me
out."  Merit opened the cooler on the floor in back and took out a slice of
cheese, breaking off small pieces and feeding it to Baggy.

	"So instead of a war, you'd like to see people drag me through the
streets and hang me?  No thanks."  The humor in Cay's voice was obvious,
but the sentiment was not funny at all.  He had nearly been discovered
once, and he had no desire to go through it again.

	"I guess I'm not getting my point out."  Merit looked out through
the windshield and sighed.  "If I came across a person like me, that was
really thinking of killing themselves, can you teach me to receive that, or
how to look for it, so that maybe I could help them?"  He looked back at
Caymen, eyes reddening.  "Caymen, a guy I knew named Brad killed himself
last year because he was gay.  I'm just asking if we might be able to help
somebody if we had the chance."


	"If I had the chance, I would."  Caymen answered.  "But I would not
risk us getting caught to do it.  I think you're more emotional than I am
on some things, Merit.  I'm not saying that I don't feel bad about someone
dying, but I don't feel society's guilt that I didn't stop him from doing
it.  It was his choice."

	"I thought you said life was sacred!"  Merit whispered harshly,
shocked.

	"It is, and I won't kill anything I don't have to to exist.  I
don't hunt, I rarely fish, and I eat mostly vegetables.  I'm okay with
this."  Caymen took Merit's hand and squeezed it.  "I told you, I would
help if I could, but I'm not interested in any crusades.  I can't teach you
what you want to know because I don't know how.  Maybe I was just born that
way.  You don't need to argue the point, because I had this fight with the
Christian god about this and other amusing topics a long time ago, and I'm
still waiting for his answer."

	"It just frustrates me, Cay.  We could make a difference."

	"Do we have to be burned as witches to make a difference?  Can't
you just start a self help group like normal mortals do?"  Caymen chuckled.
"You're so dramatic."

	"You love me, though."  Merit flashed a smile and leaned over to
kiss.

	"Never doubt that.  But don't ask me to love all the people of the
world, okay?"  Caymen said after the kiss.  "If you want to help somebody,
or start a group I'll help.  I don't know shit about it, but I'll help."

	"I love you Caymen McCandles.  I just wanted you to know that."
Merit scrunched down in the seat and closed his eyes, letting his fingers
drift over the cat.  Caymen watched on and off for a few minutes, noticing
the rhythm of Merit's breathing level out as he fell asleep.

	Caymen shook his head, then leaned forward and looked up into the
stark winter sky.  "I really don't believe in you, and I won't play by you
idiotic rules.  Maybe just this once you could butt out and let the silly
people win one?"  He leaned back, then glanced at baggy, finding her eyes
fixed on his.  "Why don't you go hack up a hairball or something, hair
ass."

	He could have sworn she stuck her tongue out.