Chapter 12
by Dan Kirk
“You look fine.” The voice behind me almost made me jump as I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. In response, I just shook my head, straightened up my bow tie, gave the dark blue cummerbund one last tug and let out a sigh. When I was done, I turned to face Sean, who was similarly attired and just shook my head. At least my short spiked hair looked good.
“I’m just nervous.” I admitted and he laughed. Sean looked downright handsome in his tuxedo, and his longer hair practically shone in the light of the bathroom.
“Why are you so nervous?” Sean asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “It’s not like you’ve never done this before.”
“I know.” I said with a miserable sigh. “It’s just… I’ve never quite done it this way before.”
“Oh.” Sean said as he cocked his head to the side and after a second he nodded his head and smiled at me with a look of sympathy. “I remember now. You’ve never graduated from a school after spending all four years there. Back in the other timeline, you were upset because while you graduated from that school in Washington, it wasn’t Downy and you hadn’t managed to finish at the high school were you started.”
“Yep.” I said with a nod of my head and one last glance at the mirror. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Sean asked in a teasing tone and I had to resist the urge to look back in the mirror again. He laughed at my hesitation, and hurried off down the hallway as I stormed after him in mock anger. He was still laughing at me as we managed to reach the ground floor and found my parents with our guests in the family room.
“My don’t you two look absolutely stunning!” Mom said as the camera flashed from the side of the room. It was almost embarrassing that she’d hired a professional photographer for tonight, but then I couldn’t blame her as I turned to greet our two guests.
“Mr. President, Mrs. Reagan, I’m honored you’re here today.” I said with formality that seemed a little out of place as the President crossed the room and shook my hand before pulling me into a slight hug. He was chuckling as he did the same with Sean while Nancy put her hands on my arms and I bent to kiss her cheek gently.
“I think I’d prefer you calling me Uncle Ronnie again.” The President said as he stepped aside so Sean could greet the First Lady like I had. My shorter brother was still slightly uncomfortable around them. “It seems like just yesterday that you were half as tall and talking about your team winning the Little League Championship.”
“And now you’re graduating from high school.” Nancy said softly and with a very friendly smile.
“I remember the first time I saw you.” Ronald Reagan continued with a broad smile. “You were still wearing your uniform from a game and you were taking a nap in the airport lounge.”
“That was back when you ran against Gerald Ford, right?” I asked with a tilt of my head and a little fake humility.
“Who’d have thought we’d all be here now.” Dad said with a fond smile. “Of course, I knew you’d be President one day, but I had no idea… well I had no idea you’d be the Guest of Honor at my son’s high school graduation.”
“It’s an honor for me, Mr. Secretary.” Ronald Reagan said to my father while chuckling at my father who was shaking his head.
“Speaking of graduating, shouldn’t you two be getting into your robes and heading to the school?” Mom asked teasingly and I just nodded.
“Well, thanks for being here, Uncle Ronnie, Aunt Nancy.” I said to the two guests, and family friends. I shook his hand again, ignoring the repeated flashes of the camera that hadn’t stopped the entire time, and Sean said his farewells before we headed out. We grabbed the blue graduation robes and the mortarboards out of the closet and climbed into Sean’s car that was near the far end of the circular driveway. It was a little silver Datsun 300SX my parents had bought for him at the same time they’d bought my jeep. He was driving because I’d be leaving the ceremony with Brian in his Mustang, and Brandon would be going with Sean after the ceremony.
“Dude, that’s one thing I’ve never understood about you.” Sean said as he pulled left onto Scenic Drive.
“What?” I asked, adjusting the satin blue robe in my lap and fiddling with the cap nervously. Stockdale Academy had been black robes, and I found myself near tears at the thought that I’d be graduating from Downey tonight, something I’d dreamed about since the first time I was a kid, and something I’d always managed to flub up, despite having two more chances to get it right.
“You and the Reagans.” Sean explained while we waited for the light at Old Oakdale to turn green. It was only a few miles down Scenic and then a mile up Coffee Road to get to the school.
“What about them?” I asked with a little confusion. Sure, last night’s dinner had been… interesting, with our close friends, and their parents, joining the President and our family.
“Davey, you’re the biggest fucking Democrat I’ve ever known.” Sean snorted, gunning the engine as the light turned green. “You’re a straight-out, capital D Democrat in every damn time-stream I’ve known you. Yet, you’re still like bosom-buddies with Ronald Reagan who hates Democrats.”
“He doesn’t hate them.” I said defensively and Sean shook his head, forcing me to be a little more honest. “Uncle Ronnie just despises them passionately.”
“I thought he was going to choke last night when you told him you were a registered Democrat.” Sean’s laughter was amused, and I joined him briefly. Back in January, the day I turned eighteen, I’d gone to sign up for the Selective Service, as required by law, and I’d also filled out my voter registration form. Dad nearly had an apoplectic fit when I told him how I’d registered, and he’d given me a stern look at the end of that particular discussion, informing me he’d let me inform the President that his favorite ‘nephew’ was now one of ‘those damn Democrats’. I’d been putting that particular discussion off over and over until last night. Uncle Ronnie had asked me last night if I was going to joining the Young Republicans at College, and my father had snorted while muttering how it wouldn’t be possible. My reply to his questioning look, that I was going to be working with the Young Democrats since I was a registered Democrat, had left him near speechless. Brian’s parents, the only adult Democrats at the table, had both given me the broadest smiles I’d ever seen from them while Nancy patted her husband on the back and consoled him by pointing out they now had two Democrats in the family.
“Yeah, he didn’t take it too well.” I agreed aloud with Sean. “Ya know, it was harder to tell him I was a Democrat than that I was gay and in a relationship with Brian.”
“I can imagine.” Sean agreed with a smile as we waited at another red light. “How did he take that revelation?”
“He wanted to know if I’d be interested in starting a gay Republican group.” I muttered. That had been part of a discussion later in the night, after dinner, when I’d introduced Brian to him as my boyfriend. The President didn’t even blink at that revelation.
“So he still has no clue about your memories or me?” Sean asked as the light turned green.
“Nope.” I answered and he let out a small sigh while racing to the next red light.
“You never did exactly say why you’re so friendly with him, though.” Sean said while we waited.
“It’s a long explanation.” I said softly and he just gave me a look that told me he really did want an answer. “Okay, dude, it goes like this. “As wrong as he was about trickle-down economics, and other stuff, especially AIDS from our first timeline, he was right about how to break the back of Soviet communism. If we’d applied the same lessons to China instead of Nixon’s viewpoints, we might have been able to break the back of their communism as well. Think about it, Sean. We’ve now seen two timelines where his policies towards them, unhindered by communist time travelers, results in a peaceful end of communism.”
“They’re not dead yet.” Sean said roughly and I nodded.
“Yeah, but we both know things are going exactly as they should be there without any help from us.” I stated. “By 1991, Soviet communism will be dead.”
“Is that why you like him so much?” Sean asked as we turned onto Coffee Road.
“That’s part of it.” I agreed. “The other part, well you’ve heard him speak. He does genuinely care about people. He’s one of the last Republican leaders I know of who genuinely cares about people. Yeah, his policies haven’t been the best, but deep down he really does care. That’s something I can respect. Last, well he IS the President. In order to fix the timelines, to stop the communist time travelers, it was necessary to work with him. Sure, this time all it took was that one meeting, but it took some set-up, and that set-up ended up with my family and his being close.”
“I see.” Sean said as we pulled into the already-packed student parking lot. Fortunately, someone had saved us a parking spot near the front. It even had our last name on it. Since his official adoption by my parents, Sean had changed his last name to “Jones”. Also, the last death threat our family had received had been long before Jeremy passed away. That meant that as of two months ago, we no longer had to live under the watchful protection of the United States Secret Service.
Brian had been very happy about that.
Sean and I headed into the assembly area inside the back gym, shrugging into our robes as we went. We had to stand in line in order to sign in, and we both chatted amiably with a few of the girls who were in line with us. It was amazing how many of them we both knew, having spent four whole years at the school. I was use to knowing people for a year or two, and then having to learn new faces and names. One of the girls, Melissa Huffer, I had known since the sixth grade. I chatted with her more than any of the others while we signed in, mostly because I’d known her so long. She had beat my GPA just barely, and almost been Salutatorian, but Sean had just barely edged her out, only to be edged out by Marcus Reynolds.
Once inside the gym, it was a madhouse as people rushed around, hugging, squealing, and patting each other on the back. A few girls were rushing around with their yearbooks, getting last minute signatures. I signed four of them while trying to find Brian, Brandon, and Trevor. Sure enough, they were in a circle of about forty people, mostly guys from the various sports teams, their girlfriends, and a few other girls we’d known. Trevor was with his latest girlfriend, who he was already planning to dump next week, after all the festivities of graduation had settled down. I hugged all of my friends, and if the hug with Brian was a little bit longer than anyone else, no one had said anything. Ever since that Junior Prom, where we’d gone ‘together’, but not danced together, and done little more than hang out with our friends, all the time with our arms over each other’s shoulders, I was pretty sure most people understood we were a couple. Still, no one had really said anything, or asked any direct questions, and so Brian and I had kept our displays of affection to a level where people could either give us knowing looks and a smile, or just ignored it altogether.
Some might consider it a cop-out doing it this way, but I knew that it was far better this way than to cause a big scene like had happened in previous timelines. People still knew, and I’d had it confirmed several times through the gossip circles that people assumed we were a couple, but keeping it quiet this way didn’t force a confrontation, and so the general public was largely in the dark. My father was appreciative of that because next year, with Ronald Reagan termed out as President, he was going to be looking for a new job. I didn’t know what had happened, but apparently the Vice-President and my father did not get along and as a result my father had been given very clear signals he would have no role in a Bush administration.
So Dad was going to run against Tony Coehlo for the local Congressional seat next year.
“Dude, you’re shaking.” Brian whispered to me as we listened to Amanda Bettencourt discuss her plans for a summer vacation in Hawaii. I was standing close to Brian, as always, with our shoulders and most of our arms touching.
“I’m just nervous.” I told him and he smiled that little peculiar smile he always got when he found something ironic. It always had to do with something he thought I should be use to, or be able to handle, or know about thanks to my memories, and instead I reacted ‘normally’. He enjoyed these little reminders that I wasn’t a ‘superman’ or something like that.
He also enjoyed watching me squirm.
“We’re just driving around the country all summer.” Brian answered Amanda’s question about our plans for the summer. “We’ll hit all forty-eight states and then next year we’ll spend two weeks in Alaska and two weeks in Hawaii.”
“Oh wow.” She said with wide eyes. “Is it just the two of you going?”
“Yep.” I said with a bright smile and she giggled before turning to ask Trevor what his plans were for the summer. Brian had wanted to travel, but he’d wanted to travel to places I’d never been before with any other ‘Brian’. Since I’d been around the world a few dozen times, and visited over seventy countries in three lifetimes, I’d commented that I’d not been to all fifty states (although I had visited most of them). He’d come up with this plan to drive through all fifty states, stopping for a few days in at least one location of each state. Tomorrow morning we’d start the trip, driving up the I-5 for our first stop in Portland. We’d be there for two days before driving to Eugene for another day, and then up to Washington. After that, we’d meander our way through the continental forty-eight states, ending up back in California two weeks before we started college at Stanford.
“Okay everyone!” The principal’s amplified voice cut off the conversations going on around us, and we all turned to face him near the exit as he used a bullhorn to start bringing some order to the chaos. Sean and I were among those who would be in the front of the graduating seniors, along with the class Valedictorian, Salutatorian, Class President (who was Brandon this year) and a few others. Sean and I were included in the group mostly because of the fact that our father (my natural and Sean’s adoptive) was one of the ‘Guests of Honor’ along with the President. Of course, I was also supposed to give a very short speech, a tribute to Jeremy, something that had pretty much been demanded by the entire Senior class.
Most graduating classes got to have at least one fairly decent VIP attend their graduation ceremony. We got not only the Secretary of the Agriculture, who happened to be the father of two graduating students, but we got the President of the United States, Senator Pete Wilson, and a few other big-name politicians from California and the local city and county boards. Even the Chair of the California Republican Party would be attending. Mr. Borsch was nearly beside himself with glee as he once again reviewed all the instructions, especially the security requirements. Off to his side, my sister was getting the NJROTC detail ready. She would be a junior next year, and Master Chief Cole had already picked her to be the next commander, even if she wasn’t a senior.
She was happy because it meant she’d get more time flying in an F-14 again. This last year on the annual trip to the Naval Air Station in Lemoore, she’d actually convinced the pilot to give her the stick for a few minutes. She’d spent the entire drive home with a silly grin on her face and eyes glazed over as she daydreamed about one day flying a fighter on her own.
“Don’t worry, love” Brian whispered to my ear as he prepared to move into the position he was supposed to take with the rest of the students. “Today’s going to be a perfect day.”
It was.
In my first lifetime, while Brandon, Trevor, and Brian had stood here with these other people graduating, I had been standing watch on a Naval Brig at the Naval Training Command, Great Lakes Illinois. In the second, I was back in Washington D.C., and the only ‘family’ that had attended had been Brian’s parents, Trevor’s parents, and our friends. In the last timeline, I’d never even finished my freshman year, and in June of 1987, we were preparing for World War Three. Both of those timelines had pretty much seen war beginning in this year.
Not this time, though. As the President took his place at the podium, and his rich voice reached out to the gathered students, family, friends, and gawkers, I felt my body and mind relax in a way that it hadn’t in many, many years. There was no threat of nuclear war around the corner, there was just the world progressing as it should be, each day a step towards a better tomorrow, as was the main point of the President’s speech. That had always been another thing I liked about this man. When he spoke, he drew his listeners in, and he filled them with a sense of hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
I’d have to remember to share that with Sean as another reason why I liked the man.
When it came time to get the slip of paper that was passed out at the ceremonies instead of the real diploma that would come later in the mail, I found tears forming in my eyes. There was a sense of loss in me as I shook the Principal’s hand and he whispered something about how he was going to miss seeing me in the halls of the school, and how he looked forward to the great things he’d know I would accomplish in the future. As I left the stage, ignoring the cheers and catcalls from friends and family amongst the thousands and thousands of people in the football stadium’s bleacher’s, I realized why I was suddenly so sad.
Never before had I really felt like I had put down roots anywhere. Home was always where I was at the moment in the original time. In the second, it was wherever Brian was, and while we officially had lived in San Francisco, we’d spent less than half the year there on average. I didn’t even want to think about the last timeline. Here, now, I knew that this place was where I’d grown up, where I’d lived, where I had a good many friends, and even more people who would ‘know’ me for the rest of my life. I might be going off to school, and the plans Brian and I were tentatively making might mean a long life on the road, but when we came home, I knew that we’d be coming here.
“Congratulations.” Papa said nearly twenty minutes later as we gathered with our family. Brian was there with his parents, and Uncle Rich. Uncle Rich was a tall, blond man, the picture-perfect example of a man who kept himself in good shape. Last year, he’d met a new man, Paul, who was about five years younger than him, and Paul had moved in with him three months ago. Paul was a shorter man, with dark hair and he kept on glancing up at Rich every few minutes with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. I delighted in the fact that Papa had been standing there talking to both of them very casually, which was something I’d have never believed would have happened ten years ago.
“Thanks Papa.” I replied to my grandfather. He’d had a heart attack last year, scaring all of us, but it hadn’t been too bad and he was recovering well. Nanny was standing and talking to my Aunt Priscilla, trying to ignore Uncle Rich. She’d softened up some in her dislikes of anything except white heterosexuals, but she’d not come nearly as far as Papa.
“You guys still planning on leaving in the morning?” Uncle Rich asked and I nodded as my father finally made his way off the stage with Mom and headed towards us. He gave me a tight hug, and had a proud look on his face.
“I’m gonna miss you boys.” Dad said softly as he moved to also give Sean a good hug, and then surprised Brian by drawing him in for a hug as well.
“Davey, you’re heading over to the hall right away, right?” Mom asked and I nodded. She just smiled and handed me an envelope with the name of the caterer on it. Obviously, it was the check for the big dinner we were hosting for the graduating class. It would be followed by a dance at the local community center hall, and we were paying for part of it, with the graduating class paying for the rest out of the class funds. “Be sure they get this, and have fun.”
“We will.” I assured her, taking it as the cue to make our exit. Sean and Brian followed me after a few more goodbyes, and we headed off to the parking lot. I wanted to kiss Brian so bad, but I waited until we were out of the parking lot before reaching over and putting my hand on his thigh. The temptation to slide across the bench seat of the Mustang was almost too much, but I managed to stay on my side of the car as he drove us to the community center. We were both quiet, just looking at each other with quiet smiles as he drove. When we got there, we took off our gowns, adjusted our tuxedoes and went inside.
For four hours we ate, we laughed, we talked, we hugged, and we cried with most of our fellow graduates. At several points girls dragged us both onto the dance floor, and we danced with them for at least one song. When it was almost ten o’clock, we looked at each other while a slow song was played, and reached out to hold hands. There were a few gasps from people nearby who noticed, but I ignored them and raised my eyebrows at Brian.
“You wanna?” I asked him and his face split into a very wide grin.
“No.” Brian said with a shake of his head as he released my hand. For a split second I was worried, but he was still smiling. “It’s enough that you asked. If we did, it’d just end up a political statement and I’m not interested in that… yet.”
“Okay.” I said with a shrug. He knew I’d do it if he really wanted, but I also knew my father had enough to worry about in next year’s election without me adding more to it. There weren’t any news cameras here, but all three networks had sent cameras to the graduation ceremony, thanks to the President being there, and they might still be in town. All it would take is one of our fellow students to take a picture and they could give the newsies a story.
“You ready to go?” Brian asked me with a raised eyebrow of his own, and my cheeks heated up slightly as I nodded without saying a word. He moved closer, putting his arm around my shoulder and we headed out. We managed to wave goodbye to all of our close friends as we left, except for Sean and Brandon who had already disappeared.
As Brian drove towards the freeway entrance, I sat there in his car with a rising tide of various emotions running through me. I knew I was a little anxious about tonight, but our plans for later weren’t what was causing the tightness in my chest or the weak feelings in my arms and legs. Even as Brian accelerated onto the freeway I felt lost amidst a swirl of emotions inside of me, and a single tear leaked from my right eye. Ignoring the shrill of protest from long habit and childhood fears, I unbuckled my seat belt and scooted over on the bench seat until I was able to rest my head on Brian’s shoulder.
“You okay?” He asked me with a hint of concern in his voice. All my friends knew how strict I was when it came to seat belts.
“I’m feeling… scared.” I said in a soft voice after trying to sift through the roiling emotions and identify what was at the root of them.
“About tonight?” Brian asked with more concern.
“No.” I assured him, bringing up my hand and placing it on his chest. He was passing some cars, moving into the far left lane of Highway 99. We were just passing Kansas Avenue and would soon be hitting the northern edge of town.
“What is it?” He asked me minutes later as we passed the Briggsmore Avenue exit.
“I can’t help but feel like I’m losing something.” I whispered, identifying at last part of the feelings. “It’s over… high school… I mean it’s really over. I finally went to the same school for four years in a row… and now it’s over.”
“I’m feeling the same way, kind of.” Brian admitted with a hint of relief in his voice. “I’ve been friends with Brandon and Trevor for a long time, and now we’re all going our own ways. It’s kind of freaky every time I think about it. Sean and Brandon will be at MIT, Trevor’s got his football scholarship to USC, and we’re going to be at Stanford.”
“I should be use to it, really.” I added with a soft exhalation of my breath. My muscles were relaxing just listening to his voice, and my thoughts were calmer now. “In my first life, I was already in the Navy by this time. The second… well I was working for the government and there was a war right around the corner.”
“The third time you’d already been doing adult work for years and another war was just getting ready to start.” Brian said with a hint of humor in his voice. He’d heard me say all this several times over the last week.
“Yeah.” I agreed with his statement. “Now, there’s no war right around the corner, I’m not involved with the government really, and I’m getting ready to go to a damn good university and I’m still playing baseball there. It’s like… I don’t know. I’m just scared I guess. Everything in my life… it’s so normal.”
“There’s nothing normal about you, Davey Jones.” Brian said after breaking out into a chuckle that bounced my head on and off of his shoulder for a moment. He settled down though as he made a lane change where the freeway went from three lanes to two, barely getting ahead of a big-rig in time. “Even if you ignore all that time travel crap… there’s still nothing normal.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him with a worried sensation filling me and he laughed again. It shouldn’t have been, but it was comforting.
“First off, your father is a member of the President’s cabinet.” Brian pointed out.
“There’s plenty of other cabinet members.” I shrugged that one off, but he started laughing again.
“There aren’t that many.” Brian countered. “Plus, your family is close to the President, close enough that he comes to your graduation ceremony. Your father is going to run for Congress next year and will probably win even though the district’s tilted towards Democrats still, and he’s a Republican. You got a full-ride scholarship to one of the best private universities in the nation, and you turned it down so it could be given to someone who couldn’t afford to pay tuition. Instead, you’re paying for your education out of your own pocket.”
“Okay.” I admitted his points. He wasn’t done yet though.
“Then there’s the fact that you’ve been in a committed relationship to one person for over four years.” Brian’s voice was smug now. “Add in that both of us are guys… and well there’s just nothing normal about you and I like it that way.”
“You always make me feel better, Brian.” I told him, running my hand up and down his chest. We were still in our tuxedoes, and I was tempted to start unbuttoning his ruffled shirt, but didn’t. Instead I let my hand drift down lower as he shifted slightly in his seat. I knew what that meant, and a slow smile filled my face.
“I’m the one who should be scared here.” Brian’s voice had a slight hitch in it as my hand reached his seat belt and only slowed down once it made contact with the growing lump in his slacks.
“Why’s that?” I asked in a sultry voice, lifting my head off of his shoulder to lick his ear.
“I’m in love with this crazy old man who knows how to wrap me around his finger anytime he wants.” Brian’s voice was husky now as my hand grasped his growing erection and squeezed it softly while I began to nibble at his ear lobe.
“So I’m crazy, am I?” I whispered into his ear as my hand moved to his zipper. The sound of the zipper was barely audible as we flew down the freeway and my hand reached inside. The gasp that left his mouth as I pulled down the front of his briefs enough so that my fingers could snake his fully erect cock out into the open air was music to my ears, and his breathing grew much more rapid as my head slipped down his chest until my lips made contact with his cock. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt my lips wrap around his cock, but as I shifted slightly in the seat to get a better angle, this was the first time in the two years since we’d started giving each other blow jobs that we’d done this in a moving vehicle.
“Oh fucking god, we’re both crazy.” Brian moaned as I took his sweaty cock fully into my mouth and buried my nose in the soft material of his pants. The wheel jerked slight as he shifted his hands to be high on top of the wheel, giving more room as I began to move up and down slowly on his cock, my tongue now swirling around it as my hand gripped the base of his cock tightly.
Normally, Brian lasted a lot longer, but we’d barely made it through Manteca when Brian gave me the warning gurgle deep in his throat. Seconds later his hips were thrusting his cock deep into my throat as it pulsed fiercely. One of Brian’s hands came off of the wheel and grasped my hair in a tight grip as he shot several spurts of his cum into my mouth. The salty-sweet taste that filled my mouth killed the last of my worrying emotions and I was totally relaxed as Brian’s hands pulled me up from his cock for a quick but deep kiss before he turned his attention back to driving and I put my head back onto his shoulder.
“I love you Brian Breckenridge.” I told him as we neared the southern edge of Stockton.
“You are one wicked old man.” He whispered with a broad smile as he looked over at me quickly. I smiled back and reached over to put my favorite pacifier away. He shifted slightly as I accomplished that, and then relaxed, bringing his right arm back around so that he hugged me into him while he continued to drive. “I was trying to save that, you know, for later.”
“It’ll last longer this way.” I assured him and he just chuckled.
“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked as he took the right exit and we headed towards the hotel we’d reserved in downtown Stockton.
“I’m very sure – tonight’s the night.” I assured him and he laughed.
“That’s good, because I ain’t waiting any longer.” He said with lust in his voice. “But that’s not what I was talking about.”
“What were you talking about?” I asked him.
“The trip, you know, driving around the country in the van we bought.” Brian said softly as he squeezed me. “I mean, I love the idea of spending eight weeks alone with you, no one but us in a brand-new van with a bed in the back, going and seeing some of the best sights in the country. But, if you’d rather spend the time back in Modesto with our friends, well, I won’t get pissed. We could even just cut it short, just do a few states for a few weeks and then come back.”
“Thank you, Brian.” I said as a surge of love filled me. He was so considerate. “But, well, as much as the idea scares me, I know it’s time for us to move forward. It’s time for them to do it too. We’ll always be friends, I know, but they’re going to have lives to lead just as we do.”
“Do you think Trevor might make it to the pros this time?” Brian asked, changing the subject. I shrugged. He knew about the motorcycle accident that had ruined his chances that first lifetime, why he’d chosen not to go that route in the second timeline, but he had the drive for it now.
“If he’s lucky.” I said with a hint of bitterness. As much as I’d proven myself to be far better at baseball than I ever imagined being, and being good enough to get on one of the best college teams, my coaches had made damn sure I understood the possibility of going pro was a long shot at best.
“You can still try if you want.” Brian said with a reassuring squeeze, knowing where the bitterness came from. We were pulling into the hotel’s parking lot now, and I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving back to the passenger side of the vehicle.
“I know, and thanks for that.” I told him. Yes, I would still be trying to get into the pros, even if it was a long shot, but I was also making plans in case it wasn’t possible.
“Let’s get our room.” Brian said with a leer and a waggle of his dark eyebrows. A smile broke out on my face as I laughed and we got out of the car, rushing to the trunk to get our bags and then racing inside to check in to the room. Uncle Rich had already paid for everything for tonight, and I wasn’t going to protest if he wanted to make sure we had the hotel’s only suite for the night, nor would either of us protest the bottle of champagne he’d arranged to have in the outer room of the suite, suitably chilled on ice.
“From your Aunt Bev.” Brian said with a shake of his head as he showed me the label after I’d dismissed the bellboy with a twenty-dollar tip. I just shook my head at the label. Trust Aunt Bev to get an expensive bottle like that. Two years ago Uncle Rich had used her on a campaign for disabled people and her face had ended up on billboards across the nation. The billboards had featured her in her wheelchair, her long brown hair spilling around the shoulders and down to the wheels, and another picture of her tandem skydiving. Two months after the billboard campaign had started for a charity that funded programs for disabled people, Bev had been at a Hollywood AIDS fundraiser organized by Mom. It was at that fundraiser she’d struck up a friendship with several big-name comedians. Now she traveled the country as a motivational speaker and brought in more money than my Grandma Jones, something Grandma Jones was still pissed about.
“How about we toast the good Aunt Bev, the wonderful Uncle Rich, and all the other wonderful family members who doubted we’d make it this far.” I said as I picked up two glasses and he smiled at me.
“Sounds good to me.” Brian said with a smile as he opened up the champagne bottle. A minute later we were lifting our glasses in toast to each other. Neither of us wanted to drink a lot, and we stopped after two glasses, chatting for a while about some of the silly antics of the girls from our class.
“I need to use the restroom.” I said with a sly smile after we’d finished off the second glass. Brian matched my smile, and I knew we were on the same wavelength.
“I’ll change out here.” He told me. I just nodded, stopping by our bags and pulling out an old t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Brian moved behind me, swatting my butt as I was bent over and I gave him an evil grin before heading off into the bathroom with some extra hangars. I carefully hung my tux on the hangars as I undressed, leaving nothing on but my blue silk bikini briefs. After taking a short piss, I put on the sweat pants and t-shirt, knowing full well they wouldn’t stay on me long, but I knew Brian enjoyed seeing me in them. They were both very tight on me, and when I came out of the bathroom, he was ready, standing there in nothing but a pair of tight blue running shorts and a white t-shirt.
“You didn’t take long.” He said as his shorts tented up in front. I just smiled and crossed the room to him, putting my arms around his neck and softly kissing his lips. Brian moaned into my mouth as his hands went to my hips and pulled me tightly against him. My sweats were bulging now, and as my crotch met his, he began rocking his hips slightly, gaining a moan from me in answer.
“I love you.” Brian whispered as he broke the kiss, pulled out of my embrace, and took my hand before leading me into the suite’s bedroom. When he stopped by the bed, he turned around to face me and pulled me into another tight embrace and an even longer kiss.
“I love you now and forever.” I told him with a hitch in my throat as I broke the kiss while his hands rubbed up and down my back. He just nodded at me as I slipped down to my knees, taking his shorts down with me. He stepped out of them easily and I slipped his raging erection into mouth once more. It was even better than before since it still tasted faintly of the earlier ejaculation he’d had in the car, and he moaned softly while rubbing his hands through my hair.
“Oh yeah, Davey, you know just how to make me happy.” He said in what could have been a corny line from a porno, but from him it was sincere. Brian didn’t let me enjoy his cock for long, though, as he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back to my feet. He gave me a long, deep kiss before pulling my shirt off of me. I helped by lifting my hands over my heads, and before I could reach for his, he had his t-shirt off and stood before me in his naked glory. My hands began roaming over his chest as he reached down to begin pulling my sweatpants and briefs off. Steadying myself by leaning on his back as he bent down, I lifted my legs as he pulled off my clothes.
His hungry gaze as he looked at my fully nude body made me feel slightly self-conscious. My stomach was flat and tight, although I still hadn’t managed to form a six-pack there like Sean had, but I knew Brian enjoyed it as we ran our fingers over each other’s chest.
“Lay down.” Brian ordered and I complied, lying down on the bed. He crawled on top of me, with my legs lifting and coming to rest along his thighs as he settled on top of me, his cock lining up perfectly with mine. We’d done this many times over the years, laying like this and kissing while he humped me or I humped him. This time was different though, as he gently began kissing me. That lasted only for a few seconds as he began to kiss down my neck, and then my chest. He stopped at my nipples, taking them teasingly into his mouth and biting gently. My cock leaped against his torso in response and I moaned louder than before. There was no need to stay quiet, as we’d been forced to do far too often over the years. When his mouth reached my cock and he sucked it inside, I let out a scream of pleasure.
As if that scream egged him on, Brian began to slide his mouth up and down my cock while his hands gripped my legs and I moved to rest them on top of his shoulders. He ignored my warnings that it was feeling too good, and sped up his movements, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return, finally bringing me over the edge. My entire body tingled and a great rush swept through me as my cum blasted into Brian’s mouth. As I climaxed, I felt such a great surge of love that tears began leaking from my eyes.
“Oh God, Brian, that was wonderful.” I whispered, releasing the bed covers from my clenched hands where I’d gripped it as I came, and running my fingers through his hair. He’d let my cock fall out of his mouth, and there was a slight drizzle of cum out of the left side of his mouth, but I barely noticed it as he grinned at me.
“We’re nowhere near done yet, Davey.” He said as he produced a bottle of lube from somewhere. I squirmed in anticipation of pleasure as he poured some into his hand and began rubbing it against my ass. When his finger slipped inside of me, I let out a moan. My moaning grew louder, and more continuous as he worked me over with that finger, and then two, followed soon by three. Sure, I’d just come, but there was no slowing down with that look in his eyes. We’d discussed this and decided tonight would be the night, and my cock, which had softened after its earlier workout, was now back at full-mast, eagerly waiting what was to come.
“Brian, you are so evil.” I whispered as he pulled his fingers out and grinned at me. He stood up then, and used my legs to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. He brought a pillow over, using my legs now resting on his shoulders to pull my ass up enough to slide the pillow under. When he was ready, his legs slightly bent and his waiting cock nestled against my ass, he gave me a long look filled with lust and love. Right now, the lust was foremost, but the love was there too, and just as strong in its own way.
“You ready, love?” Brian asked softly. One day, we’d have a ceremony with rings and all that, but we’d both already shared what we needed as far as vows. When his cock, uncovered by any condom, entered my butt, that would be the moment we committed to each other forever.
“If you are, love.” I whispered, meeting his gaze evenly and letting my love for him shine through my eyes. His smile grew even wider as he slid forward, the very tip of his cock sliding into my ass, passing through the ring with a soft plop. His eyes closed as he slid further inside of me, and I could see his eyes rolling back into the top of his head as he slid home. Sure, there was a little pain, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being full, of having Brian home at last, where he belonged. The guttural growl that Brian made as he began sliding out and then back home again was something I hadn’t heard in a long, long time, and that had been another existence. It was a sound Brian only made when he was here, home, deep inside of me, and making me his. It didn’t matter that I’d just come a few minutes earlier, or that he’d just barely started, my entire body began shaking in a dry orgasm as I realized that things were at last perfect. I loved Brian, he loved me, and we were together.
For now and forever.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 Chapter 3 April Fool |
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |
| Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 |
