Barefoot In Deep Summer

"Hey Ryan, let's run!!" Jonah instigated, with a sexy wink. 

We were barefoot, in the heat of deep summer. Still boys, not yet men in all senses of the word. We'd been smoking joints all afternoon, sweaty and desperate to cool off.

He took off at wicked a pace. He whipped his head back over his shoulder. "Come on, Ryan, catch me if you can...!!!"

He had teased me on and off all summer, quick hot glances, and fast brushes of body contact, turning me on, then turning me off at the same time. Something told me he was just as confused as I. But we both knew we were wildly curious about each other. 

I took off in a heartbeat, up for the challenge to chase this enigimatically sexy man. My bare feet on the hot pavement burned just enough to quicken my pace. 

The sun was in the west and Jonah was eluding me around every corner, laughing at me as I couldn't quite keep up. Then he disappeared completely. 

He ducked into a grove of trees, then down to the river. I tracked him there. It was twilight by this time. He lay on the grass, waiting for me.

"You've got the heat, Ryan..." He panted as he caught his breath.

"As do you, Jonah. As do you!" My lungs were on fire, and so was my heart. 

"Lay down with me."

"Yes sir..."

We lay there, in the cool grass and the dying light. No words for a time, just the beating of our hearts. 

Then he spoke. "Ryan, there's something unique and special about you. I feel you on levels I don't feel with most people. You make me question myself, and I like that."

"If I could choose words now, I would repeat those exact words for you, Jonah. I feel exactly the same about you. I feel you, Jonah. So deep that it frightens me. But I also love that it frightens me."