What Happens At Cons

Bill Maxwell and Ralph Hinkley had to resist the urge to resume their telepathic communication; they didn’t want to be seen at the con holding hands! More importantly, they surely didn’t want Ralph’s son Kevin to see them in physical contact, if he happened to leave the AD&D tournament unexpectedly.

The convention was still very much in full-swing, and if not for the possibility that Kevin might show up, the two would have resumed that glorious connection, even with the swarming throngs of people moving around them. But they couldn’t.

“Where is he, Ralph?” Bill asked, looking around. His heart hadn’t ceased threatening to bust out of his chest since they reached this new understanding, and he couldn’t wait to see where the night was heading.

“You’re the one with the communicator, let me see it.”

The simple act of touching Bill as he took the small device reconnected the bond, and the two gasped.

“It’s that spontaneous?” Ralph said, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.

“Apparently. I can’t believe this, Ralph! We’ve never had that happen, you always need to concentrate and focus, like for a holograph.”

“Sometimes they hit me without my trying, Bill, you know that.”

“But this fast? Just a touch? Here,” he added, taking Ralph’s hand quickly then releasing it. As he did, he sent images to his best friend, and Ralph glowed pink with blush.

“BILL, are you serious?” Ralph whispered.

“Hey, haven’t I said repeatedly, to you and the kid both, that there’s a lot about me you don’t know?”

“You… you’ve done this before? I mean, with a GUY?”

Bill angled his chair, so that his bare knee was touching Ralph’s red-clad knee. The bond re-established, and without conscious words or thought, the scenes poured into Ralph.

The two men leaned forward, clasping their own hands together, as if in deep conversation, the touching of knees appearing to be casual and accidental.

Ralph was glad he was bent over at the waist, because his body once again reacted most enthusiastically, and he knew his suit didn’t hide much, even under less stimulating circumstances.

He laughed, pulling his knee away. “Glad I’m not standing after that. Oh my God, Bill!”

His partner shrugged and said, “Hey, what can I say? I’ve been in some weird situations.”

“Yeah, but… but THAT?”

“What, jealous ‘cause you’re not my first?”

Ralph and Bill instinctively moved closer together, their mouths only inches apart. The younger partner looked between mouth and glowing brownish-green eyes, not speaking for a moment. He finally replied, “Maybe I am, just a little, partner.”

Maxwell leaned even closer, his mouth only centimeters from Hinkley’s earlobe, and he whispered with a heavy breath, “Don’t be, partner. I’ll teach you what a wiser, more experienced guy can do to you, for you.”

“Oh, God, Bill,” Ralph whispered back, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the voice, the mouth he knew was so close to him. He never realized till that night how he loved that mouth, those eyes, the long slender fingers, the fact Bill almost towered over him.

He was the one with the suit, but he knew that of their team, Bill was truly the strong one, the leader. He wanted to submit to whatever Bill had in mind for him, if those startlingly bizarre images that came to him were any hint of what lay ahead.

Ralph made the effort to sever the contact before he was again overtaken by the sensuality as he was in the dance, and took a deep, shuddering breath. Bill watched him the entire time, still leaning in close, as if into Ralph’s aura, knowing he was impacting his best friend with his energy.

Even sitting down, he was taller than Ralph, and he took advantage of that, continuing the sense of dominance, of most assuredly being the alpha male of the team.

“Bill, you’ve gotta back off a sec,” Ralph whispered, looking around at the crowds. Nobody was paying them any notice, which he was grateful to see. He saw others paired off in twos and threes, talking quietly as he and his friend were, so nobody thought it unusual.

“Why?” Bill rasped in a rough voice, sighing dramatically at the end of the single word.

“Bill, I’ve got to calm down a little, so I can contact Kevin. If I sound weird he’ll suspect something’s going on.”

Mention of the younger Hinkley convinced Bill, and he sat up straight, grinning and looking around as if Ralph had told him a joke.

“Sure, Ralph,” he said aloud, “call the kid, see if he wants to meet up for a later supper.”

“Hang on,” Ralph said, pressing the button on the comm unit. “Kevin, you there?”

“Yeah, Dad,” came the quick response.

“Where are you, still playing?”

“Just watching. My character got killed about a half-hour ago.”

“Sorry to hear that, son. You want to meet Bill and me in the café, and get a late supper?”

“Sure, Dad, I’m STARVED! I’ll be there in about two minutes.”

“Okay, we’re in front of the banquet room, where the dance is. You can’t miss it, the music’s going full blast.”

“All right, see ya in a bit!”

Bill sat down abruptly, touching his knee to Ralph, and he thought to him, This is what’s going to happen tonight, Ralph…. And the images poured into Ralph once more, threatening to consume him.

BILL! the older partner heard as a joyous scream inside his head. Ralph sent his own images, deep fantasies he’d had for as long as he could remember, that he was never able to articulate, let alone see to fruition. The fact that the two seemed to be in complete agreement wasn’t lost on either of them.

As disparate as their personalities seemed outwardly, the two had become fast friends, and now it was clear why. They may have led very different lives before that fateful night in the Palmdale desert, but deep inside, they were very much alike in so many ways, including their sexual preferences.

Maybe the greenguys knew something we never did, Ralphie, Bill gently thought to him. We always wondered why US to be the team with the suit. This could partly explain.

As before, the silent communication moved as fast as thought, and they separated once more.

“I need to settle down, Bill, before Kevin gets here. He’s a sensitive kid. He’ll know something’s different.”

Bill stood, making a show of straightening himself out, but actually willing his erection to go down. Fortunately the folds of the kilt, combined with the snug skin-toned briefs, helped hide his arousal.

“Wish I could do that,” Ralph said softly, chuckling. “This suit doesn’t hide much.”

“Don’t I know it,” Bill said, smirking.

“You’re not helping any, Maxwell!”

“Think about something really gross. Think about kissing your mom.”

“OH!” Ralph exclaimed, shuddering in disgust. But Bill’s mental suggestion did the trick, and Ralph soon felt confident to stand up. He took one more cleansing breath, and turned when he heard his son’s happy call for attention.

“Dad, there you are! What’ve you been up to? Causing trouble?”

“Just showing off at the dance with my superpowers, Kev. Come on, I’m starved too!”