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Title- Promise to tell me
Pairing- Theodore (16) and Jimmy (21)
Warning- Man-sex and language.
"Does 'e ever...touch you? In a way you don't like verr' much? I'm not talkin' 'bout rough housin' er anything...but....you know."
His father had been worried ever since he'd started hanging out with his older cousin. Jimmy was known to have a few problems, gotten in trouble a few times, but mostly little stuff. Lately there'd been talk about Jimmy maybe liking other guys, but Theodore's father didn't see how anyone from his family could be so fucking sick as to be that way. Sure, He'd raped his retarded, crippled sister, but hey, she was a girl, so he didn't see what the problem was.
Theodore had just turned 16 and was starting down the same path his cousin had when he was that age. Came home drunk once or twice a week, starting mouthing off, never told his father where he was going or when he'd be home, but he wasn't worried about that. He'd been the same when he was Theo's age. What he was worried about was how much time Theo'd been hanging out with Jimmy. Even if he didn't think Jim was a queer, and he knew his son would NEVER....but still, He didn't like it. Jimmy wasn't the greatest influence, hell, neither was anyone they were related to for that matter, but Jimmy always seemed a bit...off. He had no friends his age, he seemed to always like hanging out with kids six or seven years younger than his 21, and they liked him just fine. It was no secret that Jim would buy the younger kids beer if they paid for it.
"Paw," Theodore's father turned away from the window where he'd been watching Jimmy's rusty truck pull into the driveway, spewing dark clouds of exhaust fumes into the air. "Jim's here...I'ma go out with him tonight. Dunno when I'll be back. Dun't wait, kay?" Theo put on his plaid flannel jacket and started fumbling with the buttons.
"Teddy?" Theodore looked up when he talked, surprised not only that his dad was talking to him without yelling or being drunk, but also by the tone of voice he used, he almost sounded...worried? but mostly tired. "Does yer cousin ever..." His voice cracked and trailed off into his beer can, only his third that hour. Theodore wrinkled his forehead.
"Ever what, Paw?"
"Does 'e ever...touch you? In a way you don't like verr' much? I'm not talkin' 'bout rough housin' er anything...but....you know."
Theodore shook his head. "No, paw. Jimmy ain't no fag. And neither am I! What're you tryin' to say?!"
"No no, I know you ain't....i was jus' wonderin'...you know....guess I'm pro'lly drunk. Have fun tonight, boy." He flopped into the broken arm chair and flipped on the TV set, signaling the end of the conversation. Theodore turned away and was half way out the door when his dad yelled behind him "You let me know!...If he ever does...touch you in a way tha' you don' like."
"Yeah...Okay..."
Theodore shut the door behind him with a hard pull and bounded down the slopping steps and ran down the dirt driveway to Jimmy's truck. He grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door didn't open. Instead, the handle popped off and cut Theodore's hand open. "Jim! Come on, man! You needa fix this piece a shit for some'un gets hurt." Jimmy leaned over and pushed the door open from the inside and Theodore climbed in, laughing and holding his bleeding hand. "Shit man, gimme a towel er somethin'!" Jimmy laughed and pulled a dirty T-shirt out of the back seat. It looked about six inches too short to cover Jimmy's torso, and so Theo figured it must've been in the truck a few years, probably since he got the truck from his daddy.
"You even clean this shit out?" Theodore looked at the bottom of the truck, not being able to see the floor through the random garbage strewn all over. "I think I seen that ol' McDonalds bag three years ago." They both laughed as Jimmy backed the truck out of the driveway and Theodore stopped the bleeding in his palm. They drove on for a while, talking about little things neither of them really cared about.
There was a break in conversation and for some reason it made Theodore uncomfortable. "Hey, know what my daddy asked me today? He wanna know, if you Touch me." Theodore started laughing but stopped before any sound made it far from his mouth. Jimmy's head had snapped to face him, the cigarette in his mouth almost falling out when he slammed on the breaks.
"What?" Jimmy stared at him with wild eyes and Theodore shrank back into his seat a little.
"Nothin', Man. He was drunk is all...You know how he gets when he's been drinkin'."
Jimmy stared at him a minute longer before letting off the brakes and pushing down the gas pedal. He nodded and turned all his attention to driving. After a few minutes of driving in silence, Jimmy turned off the road and onto a two-track that was partly grown over with weeds. Theodore knew where they were, at least, it looked familiar. He and Jimmy'd gone drinking in a field out there somewhere a few times. He was hoping that was the plan for tonight, it'd been a while since Theo had gotten good and toasted.
It was starting to get dark out and soon they'd need headlights to see, and jimmy's truck only had one, and it was dim. "Hey, Jim? We goin' Drinkin'? I think this is as good a place as any, man. Don't wanna get lost out here. He turned his head to look out the window. The light brownish yellow color of the field was getting darker with the flaming sun glowing orange behind it. There were weeds and corn and some long beach-grass looking stuff that Theo couldn't remember the name of. He saw the first of the fireflies start their blinking and smiled. Nothing like getting good and drunk in the middle of nature with your best friend.
"Yeah," Jimmy cleared his throat. "Yeah, drinkin', man. Tha's what we're gunn' do. Beers in the back." He pulled the car off the road, if you could call it that, and turned it off. "Why dun't you get it?" Theodore agreed to the suggestion and climbed out of the truck, leaving the door wide open and the dome light on so it would reflect into the truck bed where he could see.
He went around the back and climbed up, swinging his leg over the gate and half-falling into the bed. The slight bouncing effect his fall had on the truck was just enough to swing his door shut and turn off the dome light. There was a fading blue tarp with something under it, but he could tell what was what. "Jim?!" He called. "I dunno where the beers is! Git back here an' help me find 'em! I can hardly see!" He heard the back gate go down and felt the truck rock as Jimmy climbed in. He lifted the tarp and held it up, looking underneath it and talking to Jimmy. "I don't see any beer. You sure it was back here?"
Theodore felt arms slide around him from behind, and the press of a hard body into his back. He struggled a little, laughing. "Cut it out, man. Or I'll hafta tell my daddy on you." Jimmy laughed too, but his laugh was different than Theo's. And he didn't let go of him. "Jim. Hey Jim man, let go a me." He older man pressed his face into the side of Theo's neck and lay gentle kisses on the part where it joined his shoulder. "Jim, Stop." Jimmy's breath came out in a hot burst and he laughed silently into Theo's skin.
"Don't be like this, Theo."
"I told you...I was drunk that time. And you know I'm not a queer! We's jus' friends. And cousins."
"Oh come on. Like incest bothers you. You should be used to it by now."
Theodore pushed back at Jimmy, knocking him off balance just long enough for Theodore to turn around and face him defiantly. "Dun't you talk 'bout that! I told you NEVER to talk 'bout that! Jesus, Jimmy!" Theodore took two big steps to the edge of the truck and jumped off, landing on his feet behind the truck. He turned his back and crossed his arms.
He heard the truck creak when Jimmy jumped down too and stood behind him. "Sorry, man. I jus'... Oh shit, i dunno. Not used to such a fight, i guess." he laugh a short laugh and took a step to Theodore's side. "Been a long time since someone said no. I 'spected better from you, though. I knew you'd either give in or put up one hell ofa fight." He put his arm over Theo's shoulders and leaned in closer. "Just wish you'da given in," He tightened his grip to pull his arm closer to Theodore's neck, putting him in a headlock. Theodore punched him in the stomach and tried to pull away.
"Quit, Jimmy. 'S not funny anymore."
"I know...you're too old for wrestlin', ain't you? But just old enough...." His voice got higher in pitch before it cut off and Jimmy's tounge was in Theodore's mouth before he knew it. Theodore could taste the day's cigarettes on his cousin's tounge, and also a slight hint of something minty. Jimmy bit his tounge lightly and sucked on it for a minute, Theodore's breath catching in his throat.
It took a few seconds for Theodore to feel the breeze on his legs and ass, and a few more seconds to realize it was because his pants were around his ankles. Jimmy's warm, rough hands slowly slid down Theodore's chest and stomach, slowly making their way to more important things. Theodore closed his eyes and concentrated on the movement working between his legs and the warm tounge sliding around in his mouth. He felt Jimmy cup his ass and lift him, setting him back down on the gate of the truck. Theo's bare legs hung over the edge, dangling limply as he leaned back, pulling Jimmy on top of him.
Jimmy took his tounge back and began planting kisses down the front of his cousin's dirty white t-shirt. Before long his hands had left their previous position to make way for his mouth. Jimmy sank to his knees and began moving his head up and down, his hand on his crotch mimicking his head in exactly the way he needed it to. Jimmy began moaning, and Theo could feel the hot air rushing up his throat and into what little room there was left in the hot, wet mouth that worked him.
The muscules in Theodore's stomach flexed and drew him half-way between sitting and laying. He grabbed a handful of jimmy's hair and pulled, hardly stopping from hyperventilating by the overwheming heat and motion centered between his legs. He drew his lips into his mouth and bit down lightly, squeezing his eyes closed as he spilled down his cousin's throat. Jimmy gasped with pleasure and finished at the same time, leaning back slowly, reluctant to let Theo out of his grasp. Theo pulled his hair and made him stand, drawing him closer and down onto the truck bed.
"Better than beer?" Jimmy asked, out of breath.
Theodore laughed deep in his throat and pushed Jimmy lightly away.
*****
That night when Theodore got home, his father was was still sitting in the broken chair watching TV. He glanced at Theodore's messy hair, bloody hand, and sweat-stained chest, then back at the TV. He spoke without even looking up.
"You alright? 'Member you promised to tell me-"
Theodore cut him off. "Yeah. Promise to tell you if he ever touches me in a way i don't like. I'm goin' to bed, paw."
***
Laying in bed, Theodore stretched his neck and smiled tiredly. Yeah, Dad. I'll tell you if he touches me in a way i don't like....
But what if i love it?
Pairing- Theodore (16) and Jimmy (21)
Warning- Man-sex and language.
"Does 'e ever...touch you? In a way you don't like verr' much? I'm not talkin' 'bout rough housin' er anything...but....you know."
His father had been worried ever since he'd started hanging out with his older cousin. Jimmy was known to have a few problems, gotten in trouble a few times, but mostly little stuff. Lately there'd been talk about Jimmy maybe liking other guys, but Theodore's father didn't see how anyone from his family could be so fucking sick as to be that way. Sure, He'd raped his retarded, crippled sister, but hey, she was a girl, so he didn't see what the problem was.
Theodore had just turned 16 and was starting down the same path his cousin had when he was that age. Came home drunk once or twice a week, starting mouthing off, never told his father where he was going or when he'd be home, but he wasn't worried about that. He'd been the same when he was Theo's age. What he was worried about was how much time Theo'd been hanging out with Jimmy. Even if he didn't think Jim was a queer, and he knew his son would NEVER....but still, He didn't like it. Jimmy wasn't the greatest influence, hell, neither was anyone they were related to for that matter, but Jimmy always seemed a bit...off. He had no friends his age, he seemed to always like hanging out with kids six or seven years younger than his 21, and they liked him just fine. It was no secret that Jim would buy the younger kids beer if they paid for it.
"Paw," Theodore's father turned away from the window where he'd been watching Jimmy's rusty truck pull into the driveway, spewing dark clouds of exhaust fumes into the air. "Jim's here...I'ma go out with him tonight. Dunno when I'll be back. Dun't wait, kay?" Theo put on his plaid flannel jacket and started fumbling with the buttons.
"Teddy?" Theodore looked up when he talked, surprised not only that his dad was talking to him without yelling or being drunk, but also by the tone of voice he used, he almost sounded...worried? but mostly tired. "Does yer cousin ever..." His voice cracked and trailed off into his beer can, only his third that hour. Theodore wrinkled his forehead.
"Ever what, Paw?"
"Does 'e ever...touch you? In a way you don't like verr' much? I'm not talkin' 'bout rough housin' er anything...but....you know."
Theodore shook his head. "No, paw. Jimmy ain't no fag. And neither am I! What're you tryin' to say?!"
"No no, I know you ain't....i was jus' wonderin'...you know....guess I'm pro'lly drunk. Have fun tonight, boy." He flopped into the broken arm chair and flipped on the TV set, signaling the end of the conversation. Theodore turned away and was half way out the door when his dad yelled behind him "You let me know!...If he ever does...touch you in a way tha' you don' like."
"Yeah...Okay..."
Theodore shut the door behind him with a hard pull and bounded down the slopping steps and ran down the dirt driveway to Jimmy's truck. He grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door didn't open. Instead, the handle popped off and cut Theodore's hand open. "Jim! Come on, man! You needa fix this piece a shit for some'un gets hurt." Jimmy leaned over and pushed the door open from the inside and Theodore climbed in, laughing and holding his bleeding hand. "Shit man, gimme a towel er somethin'!" Jimmy laughed and pulled a dirty T-shirt out of the back seat. It looked about six inches too short to cover Jimmy's torso, and so Theo figured it must've been in the truck a few years, probably since he got the truck from his daddy.
"You even clean this shit out?" Theodore looked at the bottom of the truck, not being able to see the floor through the random garbage strewn all over. "I think I seen that ol' McDonalds bag three years ago." They both laughed as Jimmy backed the truck out of the driveway and Theodore stopped the bleeding in his palm. They drove on for a while, talking about little things neither of them really cared about.
There was a break in conversation and for some reason it made Theodore uncomfortable. "Hey, know what my daddy asked me today? He wanna know, if you Touch me." Theodore started laughing but stopped before any sound made it far from his mouth. Jimmy's head had snapped to face him, the cigarette in his mouth almost falling out when he slammed on the breaks.
"What?" Jimmy stared at him with wild eyes and Theodore shrank back into his seat a little.
"Nothin', Man. He was drunk is all...You know how he gets when he's been drinkin'."
Jimmy stared at him a minute longer before letting off the brakes and pushing down the gas pedal. He nodded and turned all his attention to driving. After a few minutes of driving in silence, Jimmy turned off the road and onto a two-track that was partly grown over with weeds. Theodore knew where they were, at least, it looked familiar. He and Jimmy'd gone drinking in a field out there somewhere a few times. He was hoping that was the plan for tonight, it'd been a while since Theo had gotten good and toasted.
It was starting to get dark out and soon they'd need headlights to see, and jimmy's truck only had one, and it was dim. "Hey, Jim? We goin' Drinkin'? I think this is as good a place as any, man. Don't wanna get lost out here. He turned his head to look out the window. The light brownish yellow color of the field was getting darker with the flaming sun glowing orange behind it. There were weeds and corn and some long beach-grass looking stuff that Theo couldn't remember the name of. He saw the first of the fireflies start their blinking and smiled. Nothing like getting good and drunk in the middle of nature with your best friend.
"Yeah," Jimmy cleared his throat. "Yeah, drinkin', man. Tha's what we're gunn' do. Beers in the back." He pulled the car off the road, if you could call it that, and turned it off. "Why dun't you get it?" Theodore agreed to the suggestion and climbed out of the truck, leaving the door wide open and the dome light on so it would reflect into the truck bed where he could see.
He went around the back and climbed up, swinging his leg over the gate and half-falling into the bed. The slight bouncing effect his fall had on the truck was just enough to swing his door shut and turn off the dome light. There was a fading blue tarp with something under it, but he could tell what was what. "Jim?!" He called. "I dunno where the beers is! Git back here an' help me find 'em! I can hardly see!" He heard the back gate go down and felt the truck rock as Jimmy climbed in. He lifted the tarp and held it up, looking underneath it and talking to Jimmy. "I don't see any beer. You sure it was back here?"
Theodore felt arms slide around him from behind, and the press of a hard body into his back. He struggled a little, laughing. "Cut it out, man. Or I'll hafta tell my daddy on you." Jimmy laughed too, but his laugh was different than Theo's. And he didn't let go of him. "Jim. Hey Jim man, let go a me." He older man pressed his face into the side of Theo's neck and lay gentle kisses on the part where it joined his shoulder. "Jim, Stop." Jimmy's breath came out in a hot burst and he laughed silently into Theo's skin.
"Don't be like this, Theo."
"I told you...I was drunk that time. And you know I'm not a queer! We's jus' friends. And cousins."
"Oh come on. Like incest bothers you. You should be used to it by now."
Theodore pushed back at Jimmy, knocking him off balance just long enough for Theodore to turn around and face him defiantly. "Dun't you talk 'bout that! I told you NEVER to talk 'bout that! Jesus, Jimmy!" Theodore took two big steps to the edge of the truck and jumped off, landing on his feet behind the truck. He turned his back and crossed his arms.
He heard the truck creak when Jimmy jumped down too and stood behind him. "Sorry, man. I jus'... Oh shit, i dunno. Not used to such a fight, i guess." he laugh a short laugh and took a step to Theodore's side. "Been a long time since someone said no. I 'spected better from you, though. I knew you'd either give in or put up one hell ofa fight." He put his arm over Theo's shoulders and leaned in closer. "Just wish you'da given in," He tightened his grip to pull his arm closer to Theodore's neck, putting him in a headlock. Theodore punched him in the stomach and tried to pull away.
"Quit, Jimmy. 'S not funny anymore."
"I know...you're too old for wrestlin', ain't you? But just old enough...." His voice got higher in pitch before it cut off and Jimmy's tounge was in Theodore's mouth before he knew it. Theodore could taste the day's cigarettes on his cousin's tounge, and also a slight hint of something minty. Jimmy bit his tounge lightly and sucked on it for a minute, Theodore's breath catching in his throat.
It took a few seconds for Theodore to feel the breeze on his legs and ass, and a few more seconds to realize it was because his pants were around his ankles. Jimmy's warm, rough hands slowly slid down Theodore's chest and stomach, slowly making their way to more important things. Theodore closed his eyes and concentrated on the movement working between his legs and the warm tounge sliding around in his mouth. He felt Jimmy cup his ass and lift him, setting him back down on the gate of the truck. Theo's bare legs hung over the edge, dangling limply as he leaned back, pulling Jimmy on top of him.
Jimmy took his tounge back and began planting kisses down the front of his cousin's dirty white t-shirt. Before long his hands had left their previous position to make way for his mouth. Jimmy sank to his knees and began moving his head up and down, his hand on his crotch mimicking his head in exactly the way he needed it to. Jimmy began moaning, and Theo could feel the hot air rushing up his throat and into what little room there was left in the hot, wet mouth that worked him.
The muscules in Theodore's stomach flexed and drew him half-way between sitting and laying. He grabbed a handful of jimmy's hair and pulled, hardly stopping from hyperventilating by the overwheming heat and motion centered between his legs. He drew his lips into his mouth and bit down lightly, squeezing his eyes closed as he spilled down his cousin's throat. Jimmy gasped with pleasure and finished at the same time, leaning back slowly, reluctant to let Theo out of his grasp. Theo pulled his hair and made him stand, drawing him closer and down onto the truck bed.
"Better than beer?" Jimmy asked, out of breath.
Theodore laughed deep in his throat and pushed Jimmy lightly away.
*****
That night when Theodore got home, his father was was still sitting in the broken chair watching TV. He glanced at Theodore's messy hair, bloody hand, and sweat-stained chest, then back at the TV. He spoke without even looking up.
"You alright? 'Member you promised to tell me-"
Theodore cut him off. "Yeah. Promise to tell you if he ever touches me in a way i don't like. I'm goin' to bed, paw."
***
Laying in bed, Theodore stretched his neck and smiled tiredly. Yeah, Dad. I'll tell you if he touches me in a way i don't like....
But what if i love it?