Doing It Right|Stories at Gay Authors

Chapter 3

The cloud of steam rising from the bubbling hot tub was a good thing. A very good thing, really, with Brian’s foot resting on top of mine underneath the water. All five of us were in the brand new hot tub my parents had bought last month. It was one of those large ones that stood up above the ground with a dark walnut paneled base. There were six seats in the hot tub. The empty seat was between Sean and I, and then Brandon sat next to Sean, with Trevor next to Brandon and then Brian in the seat between Trevor and I. It was cold outside, and the hot water was producing so much steam that we could barely see each other on the dark back patio.

The Secret Service and my mother had finally decided on a semi-permanent charcoal gray tent awning that had similar-colored netting hanging down on the sides. If we had a party, the netting could be lifted, but when it was down, it obscured the porch enough to satisfy the Secret Service. So far, there had been no real major incidents since they’d been watching us.

“This feels so good tonight.” Brian said as he stretched out a bit, pressing his leg more firmly against mine. That sent a little thrill through me, and I regretted once again that I’d worn my favorite blue Speedo into the hot tub. At least the hot water was hiding my reaction from my friends. Part of me would have been mortified if they’d seen what was happening to me whenever Brian touched me, but wild horses could have pulled me away.

“Yeah, well we thought that guy was going to pin you right up to the end.” Sean teased Brian. The state championship for wrestling had been earlier today, and Brian had taken first place. I’d managed to get third, and Sean who had surprised us all by joining the team placed first in his weight class as well. Unlike Brian, who’d had a tough final match, he’d easily pinned his opponent in less than a minute.

“Show off.” Brandon teased Sean, elbowing him slightly underwater. Sean moved in a blur of action and had the much taller, and heavier, Brandon in a headlock, dunking his head repeatedly. For the first month the Secret Service had been watching me, we’d been a little hesitant about any roughhousing, but by now we’d learned what was okay, and what wasn’t.

Trevor joined in on the action and pulled Sean off of Brandon. Together, the two of them dunked my best friend head first into the water, and when he came up spluttering, I surged forward to help him. I didn’t make it to him though, as Brian moved to intercept me. We grappled with each other for several minutes, our hands slipping on each other’s wet skin, and we were laughing our heads off Suddenly, Brandon flew backwards as Sean pushed him and he slammed into Brian, who slammed into me.

I froze in shock as Brian came into full contact with the raging erection in my Speedos, and I froze, as did he. We stayed like that for a long moment; our lips mere inches apart and I realized something hard was poking into my thigh, where he rested against me. His arms were around me, and I closed my eyes as he inched forward, only to wince in pain as his head slammed into mine when Sean was thrown against him.

“That hurt.” Brian groaned aloud, holding his forehead, and I slipped under the water, until just my head was above the water level. Hopefully the steam hid the wild blushes I could feel on my cheek. That had been so close, and yet… I wondered if we were ready for that, yet.

“That’s enough.” I said sternly and my three other friends calmed down, turning to stare at us.

“You okay, Bri?” Sean asked worriedly. He’d long since gotten over his fears of being abandoned, and had become fast friends with each of them, although he and Brandon were fast becoming inseparable. Poor Trevor had been heard to complain he was feeling like a fifth wheel half the time.

“Yeah, I just hit my head on Davey’s and we all know how hard his head is.” Brian retorted, garnering laughter at my expense. If only he knew just how hard I’d been!

“So both your parents are in D.C. and we have the house all to ourselves.” Brandon said to me as we all settled back down in our seats. Brian’s foot came to rest back on mine, and I could see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He relaxed when I smiled at him, and moved my toe so that it brushed the bottom of his foot.

We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew our friends would be okay with it, but neither of us had been willing to take that next step. Besides, finding time alone, with just the two of us, without an adult or the Secret Service around was just too difficult a lot of the time. Not that they’d say anything to Dad, just like they kept my sharing a drink with my friends at the school dance a secret.

By common acclamation, all five of us had gone stag that night.

“Yeah, and you know we aren’t going to do anything.” I said to him and he snorted. Of course, he’d brought a small bottle of vodka we’d mix up once we’d gone upstairs, away from the watchful eyes of the Secret Service. They had a security camera out here, but upstairs we would be in private.

“I’ve got dibs on the bed.” Brian said suddenly and I felt something tickle the inside of my spine. My erection had started to fade, but now it came back full force.

“You know, you guys don’t have to sleep on the floor.” I told the rest of them.

“Hey!” Sean protested. “I’m your best friend! Since when does Brian rate higher than me.”

“Since he became my boyfriend.” Brian said in a voice that he probably meant to be a tease, but came out far too serious. His move to pull me through the water and into his lap at the same time worked flawlessly, though, and before I knew it I was in his lap with his arms around me.

“Cute.” Trevor said, starting to laugh by himself, but the knowing looks being exchanged by Brandon and Sean cut him short. My legs were shaking and I could feel my stomach getting ready to hurl, but at the same time I’d never felt better. Trust Brian to make the first move, and to make it in such a way that there was no going back.

“It’s about damn time.” Sean said with a slow smile and I felt my heart stop for a moment. He was by far the most religious of us, and while he and I had talked a bit back when we first hit puberty, he’d been really troubled back then. It was nice to see a few months had made him more relaxed. Then again, he’d met Brian’s Uncle Rich a few times now, as had I, and some things seemed a lot easier, especially among this group.

“Oh.” Trevor said as he realized Brian hadn’t been joking, and Brian’s arms around me tightened slightly as he pulled me against his chest. His lips found my ear.

“This…this is okay, right?” Brian whispered into my ear as our three friends looked at us with a little shock, a little surprise, and a lot of excitement judging by the looks on their face.

“Um, you could have asked me.” I said softly so that they couldn’t hear, although Sean was leaning forward, being obvious in his desire to overhear us.

“I…like you.” Brian whispered so softly I could barely hear. “I…I told my parents I wanted to ask you out.”

“Oh wow, they won’t say anything…” I started to ask but his arms tightened around me just a little more.

“They know better.” He assured me and I sighed with relief, leaning my head back further so it rested on his shoulder. I almost regretted having cut my hair so short, but the stubble on the side of my head made this wonderful little spring-like bounce when they touched the stubble on Brian’s head. All five of us had shaved our heads to nothing but stubble a week ago.

“You still haven’t asked me.” I teased Brian as my voice hitched in my throat and I warm feeling, not made by the hot water we were in, filled my chest. It was going to happen at last!

“Davey, will you be my boyfriend?” My Brian asked me seriously in a voice loud enough for our friends to hear. All three of them leaned forward to hear my response.

“Yes.” I said with a smile, twisting in his grip until my arms locked around his neck and we were face to face, with my feet spread out behind me. He leaned forward, and our lips touched in their first kiss together. At first, I almost felt disappointed at the feeling of lips just touching, but then he leaned forward a bit more and I knew I was being kissed. It was my tongue, though, that crept out first and tingled along the line of his lower lip, begging for entry into his mouth. Brian let out a moan as his lips parted and my tongue entered deep into his mouth. Then it was my turn to moan as his tongue rose up and reminded me who the wrestling champion was. His arms tightened their grip until I was pressed so firmly against his chest that I couldn’t have breathed if I wanted to.

That was when the other three guys struck, grabbing my two legs and pulling so hard I slipped out off Brian’s grip and was dragged under the water.

“What the fuck!?” I shouted as I slipped out of their grip and re-surfaced.

“Dude, the camera?” Sean’s voice was half exclamation, half question and I looked at the nearest security camera that was over the glass sliding door.

“Dude, there’s a reason why they’re called the Secret Service!” I shot back, a little angry as Brian started laughing. Damnit, your first kiss isn’t supposed to end like this! This wasn’t fair! Other people got good first kisses, why couldn’t I?

“Yeah, they’re probably paying up the winner of the bet.” Brandon offered and Sean gave him a dirty look.

“It was your idea!” Sean blasted back and I gave Brandon a withering look.

“Um, I think it’s time to get back inside.” Brandon said, pulling himself out of the hot tub before I could reach him. He still wasn’t fast enough to escape though, and his struggling proved useless as I put him in a body bind. “Noooo!” Brandon screamed as I dragged him to the side of the pool and threw him in. Naturally, he tried to take me with him, but I was too quick, and dodged out of his grip.

Our pool was most definitely not heated.

“You…” Brandon started to splutter as he came up out of the water, but he was practically turning blue before our eyes, and concentrated more on getting out of the freezing water while the four of us laughed at him. He grabbed a towel out of a chair as he rushed out of the pool and back inside the house.

Brian coming up and putting an arm around my shoulder, the way he’d been doing for the last month was nice, and I knew although I wanted more, there’d be time for that. Unlike the hot tub with its steam, and even with the netting down, it was still conceivable for someone with a camera to see perfectly well what was going on if we kissed.

“Go inside?” Brian asked and I nodded.

The air was cold outside, and I was starting to shiver by the time that I grabbed a towel and dried off a bit before going inside. Mom would freak out if she came home and there were chlorine stains on her rug. Hopefully Brandon’s mad dash inside hadn’t left too much water on the carpet, and as my friends dried off and headed inside, I reminded myself to get a fresh towel inside and mop up any water he’d left.

Brandon had other plans, with a pitcher of ice water he threw at me as soon as I was inside. Sean, Trevor and Brian were laughing their asses off at me as I stood there, just inside the doorway, wearing nothing but my Speedo and sputtering at the cold water. At least they had the good sense to help me clean up the rug before they headed off upstairs.

I was the last one to head up, bringing five glasses and a pitcher full of orange juice with me. As I headed towards the stairs, Paul, who was the agent on duty tonight, appeared in the doorway that led to the Secret Service office/room on the first floor. He had a broad smile on his face, and was shaking his head while looking at the pitcher of orange juice and glasses in my hand. Before I could come up with a silly excuse, he just put his finger to his lips in a ‘sushing’ motion and then turned to head back to his office.

Thank God for the ‘Secret’ in Secret Service.

Mom and Dad were both in Washington this week, leaving us in the care of the Secret Service, Grandma Jones, and Rosa, the housekeeper Mom had hired last month. There was just too much housework for us to take care of, although Jenny and I still had a lot of chores. Tonight’s little unsupervised party had been arranged last week, and it was only the fact that there was a Secret Service agent on duty that had convinced our parents to let five twelve year-olds spend the night in the house without any other adults present. As long as it was just the five of us, and we didn’t break any of the safety rules of the Secret Service, there wouldn’t be a problem.

Which was how we got away with mixing the small bottle of vodka Brandon had brought with the orange juice once we were all in the Play Room. My sister still had claimed most of the space, although her latest obsession, fighter plane models, littered most of the room. A foosball table stood in one of the corners I still claimed, but my friends had cleared a space in the middle of the room, which was where we sat in a circle, with me next to Brian and Sean across from us, between Brandon and Trevor. We all sat on the floor, Indian style, while Brandon emptied the small bottle into all five glasses. The drinks were pretty strong, but we’d each only have one glass.

We liked the effect of feeling slightly buzzed, but after one scary incident, none of us liked the yuckiness associated with waking up after getting really drunk. When we’d each raised our glasses in a silent toast and taken fairly large gulps, Brandon tossed the empty vodka bottle in the middle of the circle we’d formed.

“Oh no.” Sean moaned. “We’re going to do this?”

“Truth or Dare.” Brandon said with a grin. We’d only played it once, that night we’d all gotten really drunk and most of us only had foggy memories of the silly stuff we’d done.

“Okay, but any dares have to be up here, not involving the Secret Service.” I said sternly, setting some limits.

“Okay.” Trevor agreed, and everyone else nodded.

“Who’s first?” Brian asked and Brandon pointed at me. I smiled before leaning forward and spinning the bottle. While we waited for it to stop, I took another large sip of my drink as Brian’s hand sought my free one. Trevor snickered as I put my hand in his, right up until the bottle stopped on him. He looked at me as if I’d made it happen and then let out a sigh.

“Truth.” He stated and it was my turn to snicker.

“Have you ever kissed someone before?” I asked, causing Brandon, Sean and Brian to hoot with laughter while Trevor blushed. His brown bangs covered his eyes as he cast them down at the ground.

“Yes.” He muttered, and we all laughed again. With a smirk, he leaned forward and spun the bottle. It came to rest on Brandon who looked Trevor in the eye and said “Dare.”

“I dare you to take off your shorts.” Trevor said and Brandon blushed before frowning at Trevor, who just lifted an eyebrow. Brandon let out a sigh and stood up before pulling his blue swim trunks down. We’d all seen him in the showers, but I could swear he’d gotten a little longer, and there were more hairs there than there’d been last week. As he sat down, he threw his shorts at Trevor. They landed on Trevor’s face, and we all had another laugh while Brandon spun the bottle. This time it landed on me, and I had to make a tough decision. Brandon just might make me take off my Speedos, and Brian’s hand in mine made me not really want that option.

“Truth.” I said and Brandon smirked.

“Tell us, Davey, have you ever kissed anyone besides Brian before?” Brandon asked and I blushed furiously while trying to think of how to answer that.

“Yes, I have.” I said and everyone gasped in surprise while Brian got a hurt look on his face. When I smiled, he looked at me curiously. “I’ve kissed my sister, I’ve kissed Dad, I’ve kissed Mom, I’ve kissed Papa, I’ve kissed Nanny, and Grandma Jones, and my…”

“Enough.” Brandon said with a frown. I smirked at him, having slipped through his little question quite nicely. I was smirking as I spun the bottle and it landed on Sean, who squinted at me with his freckled face before whispering “Truth.” He winced after saying it, upon seeing my smirk grow bigger.

“Name everyone you’ve ever kissed romantically.” I asked him and he hung his head while Brandon and Trevor both gave him sharp looks. Oh yes, this was going to be good!

“Um…can I take dare instead?” Sean asked and groaned when I shook my head.

“I’ve…um…Brandon and Trevor!” Sean said in a rush.

“What?!” Trevor said as he glared at Brandon.

“No way!” Brandon said as he glared at Trevor.

“Oh my God!” Brian gasped aloud, all three speaking at the same time. Brian brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it while Trevor and Brandon glared at each other over Sean’s bowed head. My best friend gave me a glare that was cut short as the two taller guys turned to glare at me.

“How did you know?” Brandon demanded.

“I guessed.” I told him and Brandon let out a sigh.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” Brian teased his two friends who glared at him.

“Okay, so we like to fool around.” Trevor said with a sigh. “It’s not a big deal.”

“I never said it was.” Brian smirked at them. “I just seem to remember you two being shocked when I mentioned that I thought I liked Davey.”

“You told them!” I gasped in surprise and Brian just smiled at me.

“Then they asked me if I thought you might be like that.” Sean added and both Brandon and Trevor glared at him for a moment.

“And you didn’t see fit to tell me?” I asked Sean who shrugged.

“What’s with you kissing both of us?” Trevor asked Sean all of a sudden, turning the focus back to the shortest member of our group. Sean just shrugged his shoulders.

“You going to make me choose between you when you two are still doing it with each other in your barn?” Sean shot back at Trevor, whose eyes widened even further.

“Okay, I think we’ll call it a night.” I said as I finished off my glass of vodka and orange juice. When I stood, Brian stood at the same time, and left the three of them to work out whatever was going on between them. I had other plans for the rest of the night, and from the way Brian’s hand never left mine, I was pretty sure he did too.

We hurried into my bedroom and before the door was even shut behind us, Brian had pulled me into a tight embrace, our bare chests touching as his mouth clamped onto mine in a passionate kiss. My entire body was tingling now with the touch of his lips on mine, and his tongue entering my mouth, searching for mine. A ghostly image came to my mind at that moment, and I almost imagined the tangy taste of blood in my mouth, but it was gone in an instant as Brian’s hands began to roam up and down my back.

My foot kicked out behind me, shutting the door just as Brian began to pull me towards my large, four-poster bed. Above us, the spackled stars my father had put on the ceiling were the only light as Brian sank down onto my bed, pulling me with him. I could almost make out the smile on his face as we tumbled over and over until we were lying in the middle of the bed, on our sides, facing each other.

“You are so fucking handsome.” Brian said, the curse word making his statement stronger because of how rarely either of us cussed. I responded only by moving to kiss him again, and this time it was my hands roaming over him, up and down the sides of his body and over his now-dry swimsuit shorts. His hands roamed down my side, and stopped to caress my Speedo-clad thigh while our tongues danced with each other, exploring each other’s mouths.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” I admitted softly after breaking the kiss. He just smiled and kissed my nose before spreading little kisses down my jaw line and then my neck. My cock was pushing at the Speedo, threatening to break out at any second, and almost painful in its confinement. When his hand moved over the front of my crotch, I jumped slightly, both nervous and excited. In the dim light, I could see his smile grow wider.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked me with a hint of concern. I answered him by moving closer until my entire body was pressed against his, and I began to lick at his neck, and then moved to suck at the sweet skin there. He moaned aloud, moving his hand to grasp my buttocks and pull me tighter into him as he began to hump against me, in time to the swirling motions of my tongue against his neck. We both moaned in unison as the feeling of his hardness pressing against mine through our swimsuits caused a tingling sensation to fill every pore of my body.

When my body went entirely rigid against him, he began to hump against me even harder and a whimper escaped my lips as the tingling feelings became a roaring fire consuming my crotch, and a wet stickiness burst out of my engorged cock, filling my Speedo. Brian continued humping as I moaned against his neck and then his entire body went rigid as he panted heavily against my ear.

“Oh my God.” Brian whispered as both of our bodies relaxed, and at the same time we turned onto our backs so that we were lying side by side. His arm was snaked out under my neck, as mine was with his, and we both lay like that for a long time while we sought to get our breathing under control.

“That…oh God.” Brian muttered after a few minutes had passed. I turned my head to look at him and he was smiling at me. I returned the smile gently, and moved my body so I was now on my side, facing him and my free arm was doing lazy circles around his chest. He giggled at the touch, slightly ticklish and my smile widened.

“That was nice.” I said softly, leaning forward to kiss his jaw. When I’d kissed it, he turned his head and gave me a long, sweet kiss on the lips.

“I…I really do like you, Davey.” He told me softly after breaking the kiss. He had this serious expression on his face. “You’ve met my Uncle Rich.”

“He’s a real good man.” I said with a smile. “My dad even likes him and that’s saying something.”

“Yeah, well we talked a little bit ago.” Brian said softly. “I told him I thought I might be gay because I was having… feelings for you.”

“Oh.” I said with a slight frown. Brian got worried, but I smiled to let him know it was okay.

“What’s the matter?” Brian asked.

“I… I was just jealous for a moment.” I told him. “You have all these people to talk to, and really none of my family would understand. Dad, well he might be okay knowing your uncle, and might like him as a person, but that’s different than having his own son be that way. Mom, well, let’s just say she’d freak and send me to a Christian counselor. My sister would be okay, probably, except she’d blab it to everyone, and well my grandparents… Nanny would be like Mom, and Papa just wouldn’t understand.”

“I guess I am lucky in that way.” Brian said with a smile. “I’ve already talked with my parents and my uncle and they’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, you told me.” I reminded him and he smiled at the slight sharpness in my tone.

“What I was going to say is that Uncle Rich, well he said we should take things slowly.” Brian said softly. “Like, I don’t know… was this too much?”

“This was just right.” I reassured him, pulling him closer to me. It was so nice having him next to me like I’d been dreaming about. “I don’t think I’m ever going to sleep half as good as I will tonight unless you’re here.”

“So, we really are like, dating?” Brian asked me and I nodded just as a yawn overtook me. He laughed, kissed me on the nose again and then turned over until he was spooned back into me. I let out a long sigh, wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. Before I knew it, I was asleep, knowing that all was right with the world.

The world was even better when I woke up in the morning. Brian’s hand was wrapped around my hard cock, and he was stroking it steadily with a firm grip. He’d pulled my Speedos down around my knees, and I could feel his erection poking the top of my crack as his other hand worked his own cock in time with the way he was working mine. His lips were constantly caressing the back of my neck, and that wonderful tingling sensation was starting in the back of my spine.

“Umphn” I murmured as the tingling began to spread, then my body began to convulse and my cock shot out a single spurt before dribbling a few more. Brian’s breathing grew heavier seconds later and I could feel something warm hit my lower back as his body shook slightly against mine. He let out a long sigh and leaned against me as I scooted further back against him.

“That was good.” Brian whispered against me, sensing I was awake.

“I love waking up like that.” I whispered back to him, looking over at the clock and seeing it was just after six in the morning. Last night, I’d told Bill before he left for the night that I wasn’t going to run this morning. We still had three hours before my parents were due back, and I wondered how much of that I’d be able to spend in bed with Brian.

“If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.” Brian whispered in a soft purr, his hand still on my softening cock.

“It’s nice.” I told him and he let out another sigh just as the door burst open.

“Would you look at the two little love birds.” Trevor’s caustic comment caught us both off guard. Sometime in the night we’d crawled under the covers, so we were at least covered as our three friends entered the room. They were all wearing their white briefs, and nothing else, and Sean was standing between Trevor and Brandon, who had their arms looped around his shoulders.

“No need to ask what you two were doing all night.” Brandon said as he waved a hand under his nose. I guess the room did smell a little, and we’d probably want to do the sheets ourselves before the parents got home, or worse before Rosa, the housekeeper showed up in a few hours. Rosa worked five days a week, and her sister Maria worked the other two, doing most of the cleaning and all of the laundry while my sister and I were responsible for cleaning our rooms and the Play Room. Rosa or her sister usually fixed breakfast for us, and lunch on the weekends if Mom wasn’t home.

“How about some privacy, you jerks?” Brian asked with a slightly perturbed tone in his voice. All three of them laughed as Trevor moved into the room, reached the foot of the bed and pulled the covers off before Brian and I could grab them and hold them in place. For a moment, they looked shocked at the sight of us with our shorts around our knees, but they were laughing a moment later and running out of the room before Brian and I could get a hold of them.

Maybe the look of pure murder in our eyes had scared them, but as soon as the door slammed behind them, Brian and I were laughing as we wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing again. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth, and some people might say we were too young, but in the middle ages, people our age were getting married.

Hell, in Georgia it was still legal for a twelve year-old to get married if their parents consented!

“We better get changed before they decide to come back in here.” Brian said as we broke the kiss. We were both hard again, and I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

“Let’s shower together.” I said and he smiled before nodding. We slipped our shorts the rest of the way off and headed to the door that I’d convinced my dad to install last year. It led to the bathroom I normally shared with my sister, but with her at Grandma Jones, I wasn’t worried about her coming in and seeing us. This time, under the hot stream of water from the shower, we took our time kissing each other and running our hands all over each other’s body. Finally, we turned so that Brian was under the stream of hot water and we began to slowly stroke each other, leaning in to kiss every few seconds. My legs nearly collapsed this time when I came, and we ended up leaning on each other as we both shot our loads almost at the same time. Then we took our time shampooing and scrubbing each other’s hair before moving to soap each other up and rinse off.

We were quiet the entire time, with no words between us being necessary. Instead we were slowly memorizing each other’s body. He had a whole four hairs down around his cock, and I knew he counted both the hairs around mine. We looked at each other with a smile when we did that, and I imagined the years passing as we kept counting until there were too many hairs to count anymore. Then we could always shave them off to start counting over again.

“Took you long enough.” Sean teased me as we came out of my room a little later. Brian fit very well into a pair of my jeans and one of my tight muscle shirts. I was wearing a green muscle shirt to offset Brian’s blue one, and another pair of my Levi 501’s. Even our shoe size was the same, and Brian was wearing a pair of Nike sneakers since all of his stuff was still in his bag in the guest room.

“Like you three weren’t having fun last night.” Brian shot back, and all three of them got a guilty look on their face. I realized that maybe we should all talk, but Brian took care of that. “No one needs to know, right?”

“Right.” Trevor said while Brandon and Sean nodded. That seemed to be enough, especially with Sean’s head bobbing up and down like mad. We all knew how religious his parents were, worse than mine, really. Sure my father had been a preacher, but his foray into politics had calmed that down a bit. He was still a true believer, and a deacon at the First Baptist Church, but he was less... fierce in his adherence to Baptist theology.

He even had a wet bar in his office downstairs, and Mom enjoyed a glass or two of wine with dinner.

“Smells like Rosa’s here.” Brandon said as the smell of bacon reached us from downstairs. There was no more discussion, just a small stampede of near-teenaged boys rushing down the stairs and skidding to a stop just inside the kitchen at the sight of Rosa Perez standing over the stove, cooking breakfast.

“Good morning boyos.” She said in slightly accented English. She was from Ecuador, a country most Americans would have a hard time finding on a map, and had come with the highest recommendations from several sources. Rosa was short, barely Sean’s height, but twice as wide and in her late thirties. I knew she had a family of five kids that she managed to take care of despite the hours spent at our house, and I knew that my Mom paid her very well for the time she was forced to spend away from her family to help take care of my sister and I.

She was also a completely legal immigrant; a fact confirmed when the Secret Service had done background checks on her, her sister who helped cover for her during her time off, and both of their families.

“Good morning, Rosa.” I said with a smile, moving to the front of the herd and claiming my place as first in line. After all, it was my parents that paid her salary for cooking. “That smells great.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Rosa said with a smile and I managed to lick my lips as she took some bacon out of the skillet. I was hungry. “Then you boyos won’t mind picking up the back patio, putting the cover over the hot tub, and cleaning up the mess in the play room before you even get one little bite.”

“Yes ma’am.” We all said in unison, knowing better than to argue with her when she used that tone. All it would take would be one little peep out of any of us and my mom would be getting an earful later, and then I’d really be in trouble. At least Rosa wouldn’t mention anything as long as we cleaned up real quick without arguing.

“Brandon, you and Trevor get the play room.” I said quickly and the two of them nodded, all but running up the stairs. I looked at my best friend…and my…boyfriend and nodded towards the patio. “We get the patio.”

“Right.” Sean said and actually led the way back to the patio. It only took us five minutes, and we arrived back in the kitchen at the same time as Trevor and Brandon. Rosa was just lifting some fried eggs out of the skillet, and without looking over shoulders at us she just shook her head.

“You boyos didn’t wash up after cleaning.” She reminded us, and this time it was a stampede to the nearest bathroom where we realized all five us couldn’t fit around the sink. Brandon and Trevor went off to find the other downstairs bathroom while Sean took off to the one just at the top of the stairs.

“Suckers.” Brian snickered after them as the two of us eagerly washed our hands. Sure, there was a lot more touching than was strictly necessary, and a few kisses exchanged, but that was all to the good.

Breakfast was damn good, as was all of Rosa’s cooking, really. Brian made it even better with the way our elbows kept on touching and his feet kept on brushing up against mine. I caught Sean rolling his eyes at us twice but I didn’t care. Rosa had already gone off to get the morning’s laundry started so we were alone.

“That sure looks good.” Dad’s voice from the doorway caught me by surprise, just as Brian was running his hand down my leg. All five of us froze as we looked up to find both my parents standing there. I was the first to recover, plastering a big smile on my face and getting up to go hug them.

“You’re back early!” I said with surprise and Mom smiled at me.

“Yeah, we actually got done ahead of schedule and spent the night in Sacramento.” Mom said as she rubbed her hand across the stubble on my head. It must be a ‘parent’ thing!

“It looks like you boys didn’t wreck the place.” Dad said with a nod to my friends.

“We were good.” I told him and he just rolled his eyes.

“What time are your parents coming to pick you up?” He asked Trevor and Brandon.

“They should be here in about a half-hour, sir.” Trevor said and my father nodded.

“Well, don’t let us interrupt breakfast.” Dad said as he turned to leave the room. Mom ran her hand across my head again and left to follow my father. I returned to my seat and let out a big breath.

“Oh shit.” Sean whispered. “That could have been a disaster!”

“No need to tell me that.” I said with a frown. “Could you imagine if they’d come home last night?”

“I’m glad they didn’t.” Brian said and all three of our friends groaned while Brian and I got lost in each other’s eyes.

“Um, parents home, remember?” Trevor teased us, and we managed to break our gaze.

“Yeah, whatever.” Brian said with a wave of his fork, sending a small spray of egg yoke to hit Brandon in the face. His reaction was hilarious, and it was only Rosa passing by at that moment, reminding us to put the dirty plates in the sink, that prevented an all-out food war with whatever was left on our plates. Instead, we ate fairly quietly, and then put the plates away just as Brandon’s dad pulled into the driveway after being cleared by the agent on duty in the office. When all four of us were home, one of them stayed in the office and the others would ‘patrol’ the perimeter, or hang out in the slightly larger lounge room Mom had added on to the side of the house.

We all said goodbye to Brandon from the entryway, and Sean decided it was time for him to head home as well. That left just Trevor and Brian, and before we’d had time to do more than giggle at each other, Trevor’s Dad pulled into the driveway and it was time to say good-bye to them. Before Brian left, I looked around quickly, saw no one and pulled him into a tight hug while he planted a kiss on my neck.

“I’ll call you later.” Brian said to me and I just nodded my head against him.

“See you.” I managed to say around a smile and sudden tears in my eyes. We were only going to be separated for a day or two, but I didn’t want to think about being separated from him ever again.

“Not if I see you first.” He said as he pulled back from the hug and headed out after Trevor, who was already in the car. I watched them go from the doorway, and only stepped back inside, shutting the door behind me after Mr. Rush had pulled out onto Scenic Drive. Seeing my father standing in the entryway, his arms crossed and a frown on his face caused me to freeze with the door closing slowly behind me.

“Let’s go into my office.” Dad said sternly, giving me a long appraising look and nodding his head down the hallway. “We need to talk.”

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