Chapter 10
Hearing a description of something and seeing it
unfold in
front of you are two totally different things, and no matter how good
the
description is, sometimes it can’t just relate the full majesty, or
horror of
an event. I had stood on a slight hill
and watched an airliner slam into the Pentagon in a different timeline,
but the
explosion of the space shuttle Challenger brought tears to my
eyes much
the same as the events of 9/11 had in that other time.
Like most of the other kids in our school, I
watched the televisions that had been placed around the school to show
the
destruction of NASA’s premier vehicle, and the death of seven
astronauts.
“My god.” Davey whispered in horror from next to
me as we
watched the event happen in slow motion while a news channel played it
over and
over again. There was the sound of a few
girls weeping in the library, but most of the kids watched it over and
over
again in stunned silence as commentators explored those final moments
over and
over again, and threw out theories on what could have gone wrong.
“It was the o-rings on the booster, you stupid
idiot.” I
murmured to the commentator, remembering another of Davey’s
explanations, and
realized I should have kept my mouth shut when this Davey looked at me
with
surprise.
“What makes you say that?” He asked me.
“Just a hunch.” I temporized.
“David Jones, please report to the Principal’s
office.” A
voice said over the loudspeaker, causing a few students to jerk in
surprise,
and several turned to Davey who looked confused.
“I wonder what I’ve done now.” Davey said softly
before
walking off, leaving me there to chew on my lip nervously.
Could Marcie’s little ploy about where he
lived have already born fruit or was this fallout from yesterday? Either way, I knew dad needed to know and I
found the nearest pay phone to call him at work.
“Go to the Principal’s office and wait for me
there.” Dad
ordered me as soon as I’d told him. “If
it’s about yesterday they’ll probably call you, if it’s about his
residence,
well I think I’ve got what we need to fix that problem.”
“Okay.” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could
muster and
went to the office. The student on duty
there, a friend of Marcie’s, gave me a glare but said nothing as I sat
down.
“Can I help you son?” The older secretary said
after she
realized the girl wasn’t going to address me.
“I’m just waiting for Davey to get done in there.”
I said
with a nod towards the Principal’s office.
“Oh, dear, he’s going to be a while.” She said
with a shake
of her head. “We need to get his parents
in here and we can’t seem to get a hold of his mother at all.”
“That’s probably because she’s been hospitalized
in
“You’re a friend of his?” She asked, and I looked
at
Marcie’s friend with a significant glance and she got my drift. “Why don’t you come back here and tell me how
I can get in touch with his parents.”
I nodded and got another glare from the girl
before sitting
down at the woman’s desk. If we talked
in low tones, the girl wouldn’t hear what we said.
The older secretary smiled at me as I
sat. “Now, you say his mother is in the
hospital?”
“Yes, Children’s Hospital in
“What about his father?” She asked with a frown
and then her
frown deepened as her eyes widened. “Now
that was a stupid question, of course he’s not someone we can call
about
this. Where is David staying?
Certainly they didn’t leave him alone to fend
for himself.”
“No, he’s staying at my house.” I told her. “I’ve already called my father and he’s on
his way in here.”
“Oh, that’s a good thing dear.” She said with a
genuine
smile. “Tell me, how long has he been…”
“Brian!” Dad’s voice called out, interrupting her
and I
looked over to see my father dressed in his business suit and staring
down the
girl who looked like she’d tried to misdirect him or something.
“Ah, you must be Mr. Breckenridge.” The secretary
said as
she stood up. As much as I couldn’t
really remember her name, she apparently knew me just fine. She walked over to the counter and smiled at
my dad. “Your son was just helping me
figure out how to get in touch with a responsible adult for Mr. Jones.”
“Yes, well that would be me.” Dad said with
authority
filling his voice. He handed over a
piece of paper that I could see had been notarized.
“This is of course a fax copy, but you’ll see
that Sandy Jones, mother of one David Jones, Jr., has granted temporary
guardianship of David Jones Jr. to my wife and me.
As he’ll be staying with us for an indefinite
period of time depending on the outcome of her surgery, I had planned
to file
this with the school. Now, I’d like to
know why my ward has been called into the office of the Principal.”
“This appears to be in order, although a certified
copy
should be filed as soon as you have one.” The secretary said as she
looked over
the document. “How long do you think
this arrangement will last? When is Mrs.
Jones expected to be back home?”
“It’ll be at least a month, if not longer.” Dad
said
quickly. “My wife and I have told her to
worry about getting her strength back fully before worrying about David. As far as we’re concerned, he’ll be living at
our home at least through the end of the semester.”
“I see.” She said with a wide smile that told both
my father
and I that she was quite aware of what he was doing.
“I take it you do know why Mr. Jones was
called into the office and why we’re trying to get in touch with his
family?”
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” Father
said
ingenuously and she smiled even more.
“Well, why don’t you follow me and I’ll introduce
you to the
Principal.” She said.
“I’ve met him before.” Dad said.
“Yes, that’s right.” She smiled.
“Brian, why don’t you have a seat? Davey
should be out shortly.”
I went and sat down, and within a couple of
minutes Davey
shuffled out of the office while my father stayed behind, talking to
Principal
Borsch. Davey’s shoulders were slumped
and he barely looked up as he slouched in his seat next to me. The bitch behind the counter smirked at him
until she saw my glare.
“How did they find out?” Davey murmured softly. “They’re going to ship me back to Ceres
unless Mr. B can do something.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that.” I said
confidently “As for how they found out,
I give you one guess.”
“You know, sometimes I wonder if being your friend
is a
curse or blessing.” Davey muttered, but the corners of his lips quirked
and I
knew he was joking, or at least mostly joking.
“She’ll pay for this.” I said firmly and he
started to laugh
softly.
“She already has.” Davey said insightfully. “She’s doing this to try and win you back,
but all she’s doing is guaranteeing you’ll never give her the time of
day
again. As long as I can still go to
school here, that’s fine with me.”
“We’ll make sure that happens.” I said, and since
we’d
really had no chance to talk about last night, I decided to ask him
another
question. “What was up with your
grandfather last night? Why’s he making
you quit?”
“I don’t think you heard him and Coach Cole
talking
yesterday.” Davey said with a shake of his head. “Papa
won’t say what Cole said to him, but
when we got home he asked me some real tough questions.
I can’t believe it, but I told him the truth,
even when he asked me about drinking and drugs.
That’s when he told me I had to quit my job.
He told me I’d proven I’d work to support a
family but that I should have time to be a kid instead of having to
grow up
just because my old man was a loser.
That hurt, but I don’t think he meant to insult me that time. He asked me what I did in school back in
“That’ll be good.” I said with a smile as a happy
feeling
washed over me. This was what Davey’s
high school life was supposed to be like.
“Yeah, and I have to go fishing and camping with
him over
the summer.” Davey said with a snort.
“We never caught a fish when I was a kid and went with him.”
“It’s not catching the fish that’s the point.” I
told
Davey. “It’s going and being in the
company of the other person, even if you never say anything.”
“You sound like you’ve gone fishing with him.”
Davey
snorted.
“Maybe I have, in a weird kind of way.” I said and
he gave
me an odd look before shrugging.
“Well, anyway, I don’t rightly like giving up
work.” Davey
said with a sigh. “Janice says I have a
chance at making Assistant Manager when I turn eighteen next year and
that’s
good money.”
“College gets you better money.” I said.
“If you can afford it.” Davey snorted.
“There are always scholarships.” I reminded him.
“If you’re willing to take hand-outs.” He said
derisively.
“They’re not hand-outs, you have to earn them.” I
pointed
out and he gave me a weird look. “Look,
you can’t get a scholarship with bad grades, or for any number of
reasons. You have to earn them, it’s just
usually academic
or other work around school or the community that helps you earn them. They aren’t handouts.”
“That’s what you think.” Davey said sourly, but he
was at
least thinking about what I said, I was sure, as Dad came out of the
Principal’s office. He turned to shake
the man’s hand one more time before walking around the counter and
stopping in
front of us.
“David, Brian, why don’t you walk me to the car.”
He said
and we stood up to follow him out. Once
we were out of the building he let out a sigh.
“Davey, I don’t like lying. It
almost always comes back and bites you in the ass, but I’ve skirted the
line
today for you. Pete got your mom to sign
a Limited Guardianship for you. It names
me as your temporary Guardian until your mother rescinds it after she’s
recovered. What that means is that I’m
legally obligated to care for you as if you were my son until she says
otherwise.”
“Thank you, Mr. B.” Davey said in a barely audible
voice. His shoulders were slumped again
and Dad looked sharply at him.
“What that means, Davey, is what we talked about a
little
last night after we got back to the house.” Dad continued.
“I expect you to obey the rules we set out
for you, to tell us if something is wrong or you need help, to let us
know
where you are and not to make any long trips without getting our
approval
first, and that does include going to see your mother, but I also
promise we
will make sure you have time and gas to go see her as much as possible. The only real difference this document makes
is that now it’s a legal relationship.
Don’t think it means your mother isn’t still your mother. As soon as she’s better all she has to do is
say she’s rescinding the guardianship and it’s gone.
What it does mean, and what’s especially
important given the fact that the school now knows you really did not
live in
the district, is that your legal residence is now our house, inside the
Downey
District, until and unless your mother rescinds the guardianship.”
“You mean… you mean I won’t be forced to go to
Ceres?” Davey
said with a sigh of relief.
“That’s what it means for now.” Dad said with a
smile. “Now, more than likely it’ll last
just fine
for the rest of this semester, but next year you’ll either have to be
still
living with us or your mother will have to live in the district.
“That’s fine, at least for now it’s not a threat.”
Davey
said happily, and he hugged my father quickly.
“Thanks, Mr. B.”
“I’m glad I thought of it in time.” Dad said
before getting
into his car. “I’ll see you boys at
dinner.”
“Bye, dad.” I said before he pulled off, and Davey
was
grinning at me.
“So does this mean we’re temporary brothers?”
Davey asked
with a giggle and I felt a moment of horror.
Did that mean he and I getting together would be incest? No, and if it did, who cares?
“Just be careful, Davey.” I warned him and he
frowned. “You know what they say about
brothers and
incest being best.”
“Ewe, gross.” He said, mock-gagging with a finger
down his
throat. We both laughed as we went back
into the school.
Practice that afternoon was cancelled, although
Davey spent
a few minutes talking to the coaches about baseball practice. He worked out a deal with them that let him
give two weeks notice at work, and when we stopped by the restaurant
where he
worked primarily, his manager Janice seemed downright happy that he was
quitting
instead of upset like he expected. They
worked out a deal where he’d have time to work at practice before going
to work
there for three days this week and two days next week.
He tried to offer to work more, but she flat
out refused saying they had just hired four more people that week.
We’d been home for only a few minutes before
Trevor called
to say a bunch of guys from the team were meeting up at a nearby field
to throw
a few balls. It took a little work, but
I got Davey to go with me and we went to the field wearing sweats. It almost turned into a disaster.
I’d not realized that Davey had almost never
played catch in this timeline, when in the last he’d been amazing at
baseball. For a worried moment after he
dropped the
ball for the tenth time, I worried the guys were going to start teasing
him,
but to my surprise Adam took him to the side while the rest of us
continued to
toss the ball back and forth. Up until
dinner time, Adam worked with him until he was catching just about
every other
toss that Adam threw him, and doing a decent job tossing the ball back.
It wasn’t anywhere good enough to make the team,
but it was
better than he’d been at the start, and he had a smile on his face as
we went
home for dinner.
That night he talked to one of his aunts on the
phone after
dinner. The doctors had moved up his
mother’s surgery to the end of the week.
He’d be able to see her on Saturday, when she should be out of
surgery
and doing fine.
His next call was to his sister, who he talked to
for about
an hour before making a third call to Todd.
I’d barely talked to the red-head in the last week, we’d nodded
to each
other every time we passed in the hallways.
By the time he was off the phone, it was almost bedtime, and he
worked
furiously at the rest of his homework before going into ‘his’ room and
going to
sleep. Things were finally starting to
come together for both of us, and I slept peacefully that night.
Mark Spencer came back to school on Friday, and
spent every
minute he could staring at us. It made
Davey
uncomfortable, but we tried to ignore him.
Certainly Brandon and Trevor’s presence was helpful to me,
although
Davey was still a little uncertain around them.
I was thinking he was uncomfortable with them on several levels,
not
just because he’d been intimate with them before, or because they’d at
first
sided with Marcie, but more a combination of those things.
On Friday afternoon, we went to pick up his car. I drove us there, and Dad met us there, a
smile on his face as he waited for Davey to see his car.
Davey gasped at the first site of the car
with its front end repaired, and the car sported a fresh paint job of a
dark
blue.
“You…you shouldn’t have done all this.” Davey said
with
tears in his eyes while Dad handed him his keys back.
“I’ll never be able to repay all this.”
“Just don’t scratch the new paint job when you
take your
sister to see your mother tomorrow.” Dad said with a smile as he lifted
the
hood to show him the engine. A lot of
work had been done there, too, I knew.
Dad had spent fifteen hundred dollars on the car, almost as much
as
Davey’s grandfather had paid to finish the payments due on the car.
“Thank you.” Davey said, giving my father another
hug. Dad smiled and returned it while
Davey turned
to me. “C’mon, Brian, let’s go for a
drive.”
“Don’t forget, you’ll need to give Brian a ride
next week
while they work on his car.” Dad told Davey who nodded enthusiastically
while
getting into his car. His excitement was
catching and I got into the passenger seat next to him.
“Will do.” Davey told dad before starting up the
car and
listening to it purr a bit before backing out into the parking lot. “Where you want to go?”
“How about a milkshake?” I asked and he laughed.
“I thought I was supposed to get rid of my
stomach, not make
it bigger.” He joked. He was starting to
lose weight already.
“A little cheating won’t hurt at this point.” I
suggested
and he nodded. Our choice of Denny’s
proved to be disastrous. Unfortunately
we didn’t realize that until after we’d sat down and ordered. Marcie came in, draped over Spencer’s arms,
along with a gaggle of girls and other guys.
“Oh dear, maybe we don’t want to eat here.” Marcie
said in a
sneer. “We might catch who knows what
from those two fags over there.”
“Let’s just go.” Mark Spencer said with a glare at
us. “They might tell their folks we’re
picking on
them again and try to get us arrested.”
“I think you need to leave.” The shift manager
said as he
walked up to them and Marcie glared at him before tossing her hair and
walking
out. The shift manager, a thin man in
his early thirties looked over at us but didn’t say anything. We were just finishing up when a woman who’d
just paid her bill came rushing back inside.
“Does someone have a really dark blue
“It’s mine.” Davey said and she came over towards
us.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry young man, but a car just drove through
the lot
and a bunch of kids threw eggs at it.” She said in a huff.
“They almost hit my car! What’d you
do to get them mad at you?”
“I exist.” Davey said miserably and looked at me
for a nod
before rushing outside. I paid the bill
and went to join him in looking at the car.
Anger warred with tears on his face as he looked at the car and
my heart
went out to him.
“There’s a car wash just down the street.” I said. “I’ll pay.”
“No, you and your family have done enough.” Davey
said
angrily. “They’re going to fucking pay
for this.”
“Let it go, Davey.” I urged him gently. “They’re not worth this.”
“I don’t fucking deserve this!” He grated angrily. “They’re going to learn to not fuck with me!”
“Don’t do something stupid.” I said sharply and he
glared at
me before taking a deep breath.
“Why not?” He asked in a slightly calmer voice. “You really think they’re going to get in
trouble for this?”
“Spencer’s already off the team, and there was
another guy
on the team with him when they came into the restaurant.” I reminded
Davey. “We can make them pay, but let’s
do it the smart way, okay?’
“How’s that?” Davey asked and smirked.
“Let’s just think about it for a while and make
some plans,
okay?” I suggested and he nodded sullenly. “For now, let’s hit the car
wash
before that egg stains the new paint.”
“Okay.” Davey agreed reluctantly.
That Saturday he returned from seeing his mother
with a
worried expression, but he also seemed relieved the first surgery was
over. She’d be in the hospital for
another three weeks before they did the next one to finish the work,
and then
she’d be there for another six weeks. It
was longer than they’d expected, but the doctors said it would be
better this
way. Pete came back the next day, but
there wasn’t even a hint that Davey should move back there. Dad had told Pete about the fact that
He knew damn well that Davey had gotten mixed in
with a bad
crowd there and didn’t want it to happen again.
Twice over the next two weeks Davey or I came back
out into
the parking lot after school and found our cars had been defaced. Fortunately the damage wasn’t permanent or
didn’t require more than a bit of touch-up, but Dad went into the
Principal’s
office with us following behind him and read the Principal the riot act. Borsch was a good man, and when he found out
what was going on he took action.
Unfortunately, no one was willing to come forward and admit
they’d seen
what had happened, but on the Tuesday after the President’s day
holiday, two
security guards caught Mark Spencer and a friend of his attempting to
splatter
pink paint over my Mustang.
That was really bad news for Mark, who was
supposed to go to
court the next day on the original charges of vandalizing my car. It was also a reason for Principal Borsch to
suspend him for a full week this time, and to tell him one more time
and he’d
be expelled from school. The other kid,
a sophomore, got a three-day suspension.
Marcie got caught up in it this time, because the
police
were able to track down a statement by Mark and prove that she’d bought
the
paint for them. That meant she was now
going to face charges of her own. With
him facing new charges, Mark begged for a deal from the DA and they
rolled both
charges together and he got six months probation along with two hundred
hours
of community service.
Davey’s desire for revenge wasn’t exactly
fulfilled, but he
let it go after we’d learned of Mark’s punishment.
The next day, it was all over school that
he’d dumped Marcie, who immediately tried to replace him with a guy
from the
football team, but he told her to get real.
For the next two weeks, she got more and more frustrated as guy
after
guy turned her down. By the time March
came around, she was extremely upset that almost all her friends had
deserted
her.
Our baseball season got off to a slow start, but
by the
first week of March we were on our way to a decent season.
If we played our cards right, we might make
the division playoffs. With Davey on the
team in the last timeline, we’d clinched the playoffs early on, but
this time
Davey stayed in the dugout helping make sure we had plenty of Gatorade,
or
making sure everyone’s favorite bat was ready, or keeping the stats for
the
coaches who preferred to just watch the action than actually write
things
down.
As the days and weeks flew by, I realized that I
really did
love this Davey Jones on his own terms, and not just because of the man
I’d
spent my life with in the last timeline.
This Davey was a lot rougher around the edges, but he had the
same quick
wit, the same sense of humor, and the low but urgent drive to prove
himself in
anything he did. My original Davey had
tried to say he didn’t have to prove himself to the world, but the
truth was
he’d constantly worked to prove himself even if he didn’t realize what
he was
doing.
Dad left his job at the bank in mid-February and
started
with his new firm. At night he’d sit in
the dining room and cuss as he tried to type up his handwritten notes. After the first two nights, Davey had quietly
gotten up and offered to help him, taking over the typewriter. His fingers flew over the keys, and Dad’s
memos
came out letter-perfect.
Davey was officially hired to help dad out for two
hours per
night, and a few hours on the weekend at a rate of pay that bordered on
scandalous, although it really was the same rate that they were paying
a clerk
in the Bay Area. Davey had tried
refusing money for an ‘allowance’, but he couldn’t refuse the offer of
pay when
Dad insisted this time.
Two or three times a week he’d go to his
grandparent’s house
and have dinner with his grandfather, his sister, and whatever other
family was
there. I went with him a couple of
times, but he went alone mostly. Trevor
and Brandon came by more, working out with us a few times and other
times just
hanging around. Mom had taken Davey on
two shopping trips, and although he tried to stop her from buying him
clothes,
and stuff for ‘his’ bedroom, she walked all over him and got her way.
Things were going so smoothly right up until
Darlene, who
was in a class with both of us, asked Davey out on a date.
For a moment, I thought he was going to
accept, but he declined her offer politely, claiming that while his
mother was
in the hospital he didn’t want to start dating because he couldn’t give
a girl
the attention she deserved.
Oh yes, he could be smooth when he wanted.
As his mother went through her second surgery, and
struggled
to recover from what was obviously a painful ordeal, Davey came into my
room
late at night, and crawled wordlessly into my bed.
He wanted, no needed, a shoulder to cry on,
and as I’d told him I would be, I was there for him, letting him pour
out his
grief and holding him tightly.
We woke the next morning, spooned together, and my
body
ached for more than the emotional closeness we were experiencing, but I
kept
that desire under control. I wasn’t
blind to the looks he gave me from time to time, the looks of desire
when he
thought I didn’t see him. It wasn’t
something he showed any inclination to talk about though, and the few
times I
tried to bring up the topic of gay people, he shut down completely.
In mid-March, we had a game against a team from
Hughson at
their field, and we rode with the team on a bus down to the small town
just
south of
The rest of the team was changing into their
clothes and
going to dinner, but we’d basically snuck out so we could celebrate
with a
bottle of champagne that Trevor had procured and hidden in the loft of
his
barn. A little voice in my head was
warning me that something might happen, given the looks Brandon and
Trevor had
been sharing most of the bus ride back to Modesto, and the looks Davey
had been
sending my way, and with plenty of alcohol and no dinner, that little
voice was
a shout that I tried not to listen to right then.
“Dude, you so have to play football next year.”
Trevor was
saying to Davey when we’d finished most of the bottle.
Davey and I were leaning against the rough
wood of the barn wall, our legs splayed out in front of us, and his
right leg
was almost touching my left. The buzz of
the champagne filled my head and I put my arm around his shoulders. He leaned into me with a sigh, and his hand
landed on my leg, which he squeezed through the uniform pants I was
wearing. My shoes had long since been
kicked off, as had everyone else’s.
Across from Davey and I, Brandon and Trevor were leaning against
a hay
bail and each other in poses similar to us.
“I’m not that good.” Davey demurred.
“You have to at least try.”
“Yeah, we will.” I agreed and looked sideways at
Davey. Most of the stomach he’d had was
gone now,
thanks to our regular running and workout on the weights at home, as
well as
P.E.
“Okay, I think it’s time for true confessions.”
Trevor
murmured a few moments later.
“What’s that?” Davey asked, trying to sit up
straighter, and
pushing down on my leg as he struggled to brace himself.
I was getting hard at the contact with him,
and my pants were tenting up a bit in front.
“It’s time we all lay our deepest secrets to
bare.” Trevor
giggled and leaned into
“Oh fuck.” Davey said with wide eyes, and he took
his hand
off my leg to cover his crotch. This
wasn’t exactly how I imagined this happening, but part of me had begun
to
wonder if maybe I wasn’t being a bit too obsessive about making my
first time
with Davey so ‘special’.
“You should put your hand back where it was.” I
whispered
into Davey’s ear, leaning in closer to him.
“It felt good there.”
“Brian, don’t.” Davey almost whimpered as he
turned to face
me. There was a look of fear in his
eyes, and we both tuned out Trevor and Brandon to look at each other.
“Why not?” I asked, lifting a finger to run along
his
jawline. “Like Trevor said, it’s time
for true confessions. You’ve done it
before, haven’t you? With a guy?”
“Don’t.” Davey whispered as tears formed in his
eyes. “I can’t… you won’t… it’s all too
perfect. I knew it had to end.”
“What can’t you do?” I asked him.
“I can’t just fucking do it with you the way I did
with
them.” He said with a jerk of his head to Brandon and Trevor where
“Why not?” I asked him softly, ignoring my two
friends who seemed
to find a renewed attraction to each other after dumping their
girlfriends.
“Because I don’t want sex with you.” He said and
looked away
as my heart plummeted into the depths of my abdomen. How could he not
be
attracted to me?
“You don’t think I’m good looking?” I asked him in
wounded
pride.
“It’s not that.” Davey said with a sigh and he
looked back
at me. “I can’t be gay, what would my
grandfather think? Or my mother?”
“They’ll get over it in time.” I said with a
slight
shrug. “They love you Davey, and they’ll
learn to accept that part of you as well, eventually.
I won’t lie, it won’t be easy, but they
will. Trust me.”
“I do trust you.” He said and he leaned his
forehead into me
so that his was touching mine, and his hand reached out to rub along my
leg. His body shivered as he did that,
and mine did as well at the touch. “The
problem is, I think I love you, Brian, and I can’t just have sex with
you and
pretend it never happened.”
“Good.” I said so intently that he jerked his head
back to
stare at me with wide, surprised eyes.
“Good?” He asked in confusion.
“Yeah, it’s good.” I said in a husky voice and
leaned in to
kiss him. When he tried to pull his head
back, my hand reached up and pulled his head towards me.
As our lips met and my tongue teased against
his lips, he let out a whimper that turned into a moan and as his mouth
opened
and my tongue snaked in against his, he moved quickly to pull me down
with him
until he was flat on his back amongst the hay on the floor, and I was
laying on
top of him. His hands roamed over my
butt, kneading it and grasping it with passion while his tongue
caressed mine
oh so gently. I could feel his hard cock
pushing out against mine, and moaned when he pulled his lips away from
mine. There was a passion burning in his
eyes and I smiled at the look of desire in there.
“Why the fuck is it good, Brian?” Davey whispered
forcefully
as his eyes burned with fear and passion both at the same time. “Why the fuck is it good that I love you and
I want to be with you the way two men can’t be, like normal people, get
married?”
“Because I love you too, Davey.” I said with a
fierce
passion burning in my throat and stinging tears into my eyes. “I don’t care what society or the church
says, I want to spend my life with you, just you, forever.
Do you hear that? I don’t care what
anyone else says, just what
you say and what I say, that’s all that really fucking matters. I want you.”
“God forgive me.” Davey whimpered as he closed his
eyes, and
when he opened them they shined in a sky blue color that spoke of his
love for
me, and our lips tingled with electricity when they met again.
“Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum just watching that.”
Trevor’s
voice was husky, and barely registered on my mind as Davey’s hands
began
undoing my belt buckle.
It was much later that night before we stumbled
back into
the house. My gray pants had hay stuck
in them, as did Davey’s hair, and we were both glad that the parents
were
already in bed. This time, when Davey
stripped my uniform off of me, he did it slowly, as if he was
unwrapping a
precious and fragile present, and we explored each other for the third
time
that night, and the first time in my bed.
Before, in that other time, we’d gone slowly,
building up to
the first time we had anal intercourse with each other, but this time I
was
buried deep in him on that first night, there in my bed.
He whimpered and moaned in pleasure as I used
all my decades of experience to prove to him I was the best lover he
could ever
imagine having. By the time we fell
asleep, with me still buried inside of him and my bed a total mess,
with a room
that reeked of sex, the sun had begun to climb above the horizon.
“Good morning.” I said a few hours later when
Davey opened
his eyes. I’d pulled out of him when I’d
woken, and spent the minutes watching his face.
His eyes held a hint of fear in them, until I leaned forward and
kissed
his lips softly.
“Oh thank god.” Davey said softly.
“It wasn’t a dream?”
“You mean us telling each other that we love each
other and
fucking like rabbits?” I asked and he blushed before shyly nodding. “Nope, not a dream. Just
remember you’re mine now. Don’t think you
can get away just because I
haven’t put a ring on this finger.”
“We shouldn’t do this.” Davey whispered. “It’s wrong.
What will your parents say?”
“They’ll say it’s about time I showed some
maturity and
picked a good person to spend the rest of my life with.” I said
fiercely and he
gulped.
“You mean that?” He asked. “I mean, my parents
said they’d
be there forever, and look what happened to them?”
“My parents are still together, so let’s base our
relationship on them, okay?” I asked and he looked at me for a long
moment
before nodding.
“I’m scared.” He said with a shiver and held me
tight
against him. I was sore down there, but
already getting erect again at the touch of him against me.
“I am too, but we’ll get through this together,
okay?” I asked
and he nodded.
“Brian, is Davey in there with you?” Dad asked as
he knocked
on the door. Davey looked scared
shitless and tried to grab the blanket so he could hide under it, but
given the
way the room smelled of sex, if Dad opened the door it would be
hopeless.
“Yeah, he is.” I called out.
“Oh good, by the way, you should really come out
here.” Dad
said with an edge to his voice. “There’s
a message on the answering machine you should listen to real soon. If Davey’s asleep still, let him sleep it
off.”
“We’ll be out in just a minute.” I called out and
waited
until he’d moved off before getting out of bed and getting dressed
quickly. What could the message be
about?
“Dude, you look good in those.” I said when I
realized Davey
had pulled on my game pants from last night.
He blushed and pulled them off, picking up a pair of gray
sweatpants
he’d mistaken the uniform for being. I
had to push the sight out of my mind as I was wearing a blue pair of
sweatpants
and my erection was painfully obvious. It didn’t go down, though, until
Davey
came in and pulled the front of my sweatpants down to engulf the
erection in
his throat. All it took was for me to
hit the back of his throat and my body jerked in an orgasm as I pulled
roughly
on his hair. He stood back up with a
smile, gave my lips a quick peck and sauntered out the door, claiming
the
bathroom while I panted and stared after him while the sounds of his
pissing
could be faintly heard.
With a shake of my head I went to the kitchen
where Mom pointed
to the answering machine without saying a word.
She looked pissed, and I knew the call was something bad. While I hesitated with my finger over the
play button, a grinning Davey came into the kitchen and got a glass
before
going to the fridge to pour a glass of orange juice.
Mom glared at me again and motioned once more
to the machine, and I pushed the button.
When the machine began to play, I groaned at the sounds of
female
weeping.
‘Bbbrrr…Brian, this is Marcie.” She blubbered and
I resisted
the urge to hit delete. “We need to
talk. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
Davey’s glass shattering on the floor was a sound
that
reverberated through my mind as I felt my life crashing down around me.
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