The Pale Blue Sky

by Jack Lynch

Part 3 - Connor, Carey and Randy, Chapter 2

Wednesday.

In exchange for a day off the previous week, Wally worked at the pinball arcade, giving Carey two days off in a row. Sitting at a small table in the window of Brew-Ski's sipping an iced coffee, he absentmindedly thumbed through some apps on his phone. Glancing up, he saw Connor fly by on a skateboard. Turning around to his left, Carey watched Connor's hair flow behind him and his cute ass sway as he guided the skateboard. Connor wondered for a moment if he might be headed toward to his place. Carey turned back to his phone.

A minute later Connor came back, this time walking with the skateboard under his arm. As he walked by, Carey rapped on the window. Connor turned with a surprised look on his face, broke into an instant smile. Waving first, he bound into the coffee shop and came directly to Carey's table.

"Hey bud!" Carey said as Connor approached him.

Those amazing blue eyes twinkling, he propped his skateboard up on an adjoining chair and sat down. Today, he was wearing his usual baggy shorts, flip flops, and a wife beater style tank with deep armholes.

"Want something to drink?"

"Sure!" Connor tossed his hair and shook it out of his eyes.

They both went up to the counter, Carey's hand resting on Connor's shoulder.

"What'll you have?"

Connor gazed up at the overhead menu. Just then, the cute barista who had taken Carey's original order came up.

"Ummm…I guess I'll have a Bubble Gum Frappuccino."

Carey chuckled, "Perfect! Serve him up!"

The barista smiled. It was the same twinkly smile he'd given Carey when he first came in. Carey hadn't remembered seeing him before but he took further notice now. Good looking, slender and a little taller than Carey, long dark hair styled in a bowl cut, kind of like Justin Bieber. Although it was tousled, it look like each hair had been carefully placed across his forehead and over his ears. Thick eyebrows, full lips, and bright blue eyes.

After receiving the Bubble Gum Frap, Carey and Connor returned to the table in the window. As Carey sipped on his iced coffee, Connor sucked his drink down with a straw.

There was a momentary uneasiness.

"So, is everything ok?"

Connor raised his eyebrows, smiled, and took another draw on the straw.

"Uh huh. Ya, everything's good!"

Relieved, Carey asked, "Is hockey over for the summer?"

"Ya. Until school starts."

"Do you like school?"

"Mmm…ya. Pretty much. Sometimes it gets boring. Are you in school?"

"I'll be a junior."

"Cool! What are you going to school for?"

"Political Science."

Connor frowned. "So, are you going to be a politician or something?"

Carey chuckled. "Doubtful. I might use it to write about politics or maybe go to grad school."

"More school? How can you even stand it?"

Carey laughed. "Just like you. I like it pretty much but sometimes it gets boring."

It was quiet for a moment.

"So, were you coming over to see me?"

"Ya."

Connor blushed a little, his smile revealing that cute dimple. The armhole of his tank had shifted so his armpit and a bit of his right nipple were showing. Carey felt himself stiffen.

"What for?" Carey teased.

Connor brought his knee up and rested his foot on the edge of the chair. He nibbled on his knee cap.

"I dunno."

A long pause. Another smile, those pale blue eyes twinkling.

"To hang out?"

Their eyes locked. Nothing was said for a moment. Then, Connor brought his foot back down to the floor, kicked his flip flops off, and slumped down a bit in the chair.

"I like being with you, I guess."

A squirrelly smile.

By this time, Carey's cock was pushing up toward the waist of his pants. Connor put his right foot up on Carey's chair, pushing his legs apart. Carey couldn't move. Then, Connor slumped a bit more and pushed the bottom of his foot right up against Carey's cock.

"I thought we could hang out and…you know," Connor said quietly.

"Ohhh….that!" Carey teased.

Connor pushed his foot harder into Carey's crotch as he wiggled his toes. Carey's vision started to fog. Staring straight into his eyes, Connor smirked knowingly.

"Ya know kid…"

The words were having trouble coming out.

He was instantly at the brink of orgasm. Connor put his hands behind his head and smiled at Carey. With his pits showing along with that one cute nipple, Connor continued pushing and stroking with his foot. Carey was going nuts.

Just then, Connor glanced to the side. The barista was clearing a nearby table. He saw everything. Connor sat up with a jerk, put his arms down, and dropped his foot to the floor.

Looking out the window to avoid the barista's stare, he asked, "Do you know what time it is?"

His heart still beating wildly in his chest, Carey looked down at his phone and replied, "About 1:30."

"Oh crap. I gotta go. My mom is taking me school shopping."

He sucked down the last of his drink.

"Thanks. Catch ya later, 'k?"

Standing up, he grabbed his skateboard.

"Ok, kid!"

Without another word, Connor tossed the hair out of his face and swept his fingers across the top of his head. As he opened the door, he gave Carey another one of those smiles, a small wave, and with his blond curls bouncing on his shoulders, he was gone.

Carey let out a deep sigh and tipped his drink up to finish it off. The barista was suddenly right next to him.

"Can I take this away?"

He pointed to Connor's now empty drink.

"Sure."

He tried to collect his thoughts. This kid had definitely played him or, rather, played with him. And…I liked it, he smiled to himself.

"Ya know, today's Wednesday. And, on Wednesday's, we give free refills."

"Really? I never knew that."

"Well, that's because I just made it up," the barista grinned. "I was just trying to think of a way to keep you here so I could talk to you."

Carey laughed.

Looking first up to his handsome face and then dropping his eyes to the name tag on his chest, he said, "Why, thanks Randy! I'm flattered!"

For a brief moment, they just stared at each other.

"Oh! My name's Carey."

They shook hands.

"Let me get you that refill."

As he walked away, Carey couldn't help but look at his narrow but well rounded butt. He scratched an itch behind his ear.

When he came back with his refill, Randy said, "I know who you are."

"Oh shit! You do? You know that I'm a serial killer?" Carey asked in comic disbelief.

They both laughed.

"No. I didn't know about that. You'll have to give me the details. I meant, I know you work at the pinball arcade. I've seen you in there."

Carey nodded.

"And, I know you're home for the summer and you're in school."

"How do you know that?"

"The other guy who works there. Wally is it? He told me."

Carey laughed.

"Wally gets coffee? I thought he only drank Diet Mountain Dew."

"No. I stopped in one day when you weren't there and asked him."

"Oh."

This was getting interesting, Carey thought.

Randy just stood there. They were both silent for a moment as they looked at each other.

"Hey! Would you ever want to hang out?"

"Sure!" Carey answered enthusiastically.

Too enthusiastically?

"I'm going over to a friend's house tonight to check out his sound system."

Carey looked at him quizzically.

"Ah…he's an audiophile. You know, majorly into music and stuff."

"Oh, I get it. Sure, why not?"

"Great! How about if I pick you up at like 8:00?"

"Um…ok…I live..."

"I know where you live. Around the corner, right?"

Carey was stunned for a moment.

"Ya," he smiled at Randy.

Feeling a little self-conscious, he got up to leave. They looked at each other.

Carey extended his hand, "Well, I guess I'll see ya later."

Randy took his hand with a quick shake and with another bright smile said, "You can count on it."

Carey left with his refreshed iced coffee. As he did, he self consciously clenched his butt. Without looking he knew Randy's eyes were locked on it. Fair enough. It was the same way Carey had checked him out, just moments earlier.