He decided it was time to talk to Finn. So he sent a letter to the P.O. Box that he was returning early to Harvard—New Years’ Eve. Could Finn meet him at the train? He knew the dorms wouldn’t open until January 2, but they could go to a hotel. There wasn’t time for a response. So, Andre hoped and left to return to class—telling his mother that he wanted a day or so to complete a paper due in a few days.
Finn met him at the train. Both faces lit up with the encounter, but they dared not touch each other—except for the typical hand-shake. Andre suggested that they get a room at the Parker House. While walking to the old hotel, they concocted a story: they were cousins (not brothers, given how differently they looked), en route to New York, but their train had been canceled. They easily obtained a room—but it only had a double. All the twins were gone; the double was a recent cancellation, presumably because of the snowy conditions. It was New Year’s Eve after all.
Once in the room it didn’t take long for Andre and Finn to be naked, rolling in the bed. It had been two weeks and they were hungry for each other. There was a flip—where Finn took Andre hard and fast, and a flop—where Andre savored the ability to draw out their climaxes. And then, both sated—at least for a little while, Andre pulled Finn into a deep spoon and began to whisper into Finn’s ear, occasionally nipping the lobe to keep him aroused and interested. “Christmas was something else, Finn. I’ve never had one before like it. Mama was on top of the world and showed it by decorating, cooking and gifting. Finally, on Christmas Eve, after we went to the FC candlelight service, she announced that she had a surprise for all of us. I would be engaged to Suzanne on the Saturday after Easter.” The Cartier’s were throwing a grand party for the occasion. She and Irene would then begin planning the “wedding of the year” which would take place after a suitable year plus engagement at Memorial (the Harvard church) the day after Andre’s graduation. And Andre was going to work for Suzanne’s father’s bank.
“Fuck, Finn, she had given me no warning—and I’m guessing Suzanne has had none either, or she would have hinted. Of course, she hadn’t consulted me. Don’t I get a say in whom I marry and where I work? Who does she think she is?”
“I guess I’m happy for you, Andre. You’ve told me about Suzanne, and apparently she’s a catch. At least you’ll know where you are working after graduation. You’ll soon be ensconced in Boston society.”
“Finn, I’m not willing to give you up. I won’t. Absolutely, I won’t. But, I don’t see how I can if I’m married.”
“Have you talked to Suzanne? Does she have any idea about us? I’m told some of these high society marriages are just for convenience.”
“Not yet.”
“I wanted to talk to you first.”
“I’ve known for some time that we’ve been living on borrowed time. Ma is after me all the time to date one of the young ladies from church. And Da is hinting that he wants me out of the house. They know that I don’t come home once or twice a week. Ma has been bugging me to bring her home. But, I beg off, telling them it’s still casual and she’s probably not the one. We’re both men now, Andre. And, in this society men don’t live together. In fact what we do when we’re together is illegal in more than half the states—including this one.”
“Then we’ll find a place where it is legal. I’m not going to let you go. …..Do you want to go? Do you want me to marry?”
“I’ve got everything I want with you Andre. But, I can’t give you the life you’ve already got. Let alone the life you’ll have as a big Boston banker.”
“Finn, I thought I knew you better. I don’t need any of this. I like Suzanne. But, I’m not sure I can take her full time for the rest of my life. I’m going to be moving out of Mama’s control to my wife’s—enforced by her father, my boss. That would lead to an incredibly fucked up miserable life.”
“And then, there’s the war. Roosevelt is beefing up the military already. Harvard is re-instituting mandatory ROTC next semester ‘to form the officers of tomorrow.’ I’ll be lucky to graduate before I’m in the military—and the fact that I speak French means I’ll likely be on the lines in France. I’m not against the war, and I’ll do my duty. But who knows where it will end for us?”
“Andre, let’s not spoil this night. It’s almost the new year. Let’s not make any rash decisions. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Maybe Suzanne will balk. I, for one, am about to enjoy the next fifteen minutes, fucking the tension out of my love.”
(Andre noticed that he had used the word—not “fuck”, but “love.”)
For once, he didn’t roll Andre. Instead he positioned himself on top, his face in Andre’s crotch and started to lavish Andre’s shaft with a tongue-lashing and deep suck. Andre spread and pushed up from the mattress. Finn reached fingers down and around and swept the rims, pulling Andre up hard into his face. He could taste his own cum, still oozing from the last coupling. It wasn’t bad—but it didn’t compare with the salted honey of Andre’s.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the embrace, Andre had taken Finn’s staff inside as it dangled before his eyes. He teased the tip with his tongue before he pulled it deeply inside. They gripped each other tightly, as fingers went to rims and cocks deepened their penetration into mouths and throats.
It was near midnight, and Finn wanted to plant Andre with his seed at the very stroke of midnight. So he carefully timed with tongue and fingers. With only a minute or so to go, he flipped around, rolled Andre onto his side and pushed his left leg forward, exposing the deep red rosebud. He moved close in, plunged and began the relentless thrusting that would empty his balls—and push Andre over into a full body orgasm. With only a few seconds, he speeded up, moved his fingers to Andre’s sensitive taint and pushed hard on it. Andre moaned in contentment. Then, Finn rolled back, pulled Andre into him and thus had full access to Andre’s rampant dick. He palmed the ultra-sensitive unsheathed head and felt the jolt from Andre. With one hand, he pulled Andre’s face around and took his lips while he pushed up forcefully into Andre. He had total possession of Andre’s pleasure: a rigid pole tapping the love nut, a fist on the shaft, a finger on the glans, and lips gnashed together.
The first shot occurred at the stroke of midnight, but was followed by many more as Finn strained to drain himself of everything he had stored up. Andre shook with pleasure, felt the fullness and the electricity spreading from deep in his pelvis, up his spine and to the tips of his toes and fingers. He was helpless in this hold. So he tensed and started to shoot. Each time Finn plunged into him and shot, Andre responded with the ejaculation of a long creamy geyser of cum. Both were insatiable—going on for a full minute, shooting over and over. Andre had never felt so empty and so owned by another. He was going to do whatever Finn wanted. Whatever.
Never before he had felt more alive—or more in love. They’d work something out. In the euphoria of after-sex, that was a certainly.