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OK so this a fairly old fic. Wrote it forever ago. Enjoy ^_~.
Title: Untitled
Rating: Nc-17
I think it's still untitled....but if anyone knows if I titled it or not, just comment.
I rap on the window, smirking to myself. There’s no one there, place has been abandoned for years. Used to come here to smoke or fuck. Ryan’s just so easy. I wait for it, trying to look as pathetic as possible.
Sure enough, theirs is first. I bite my tongue to keep from smiling as I jog over to the car.
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Shit, Ryan’s got a fucking palace here. I smile to keep from grinding my teeth. So fucking typical too, while I’m locked away here he is living the life of the rich. I clench my fist, if he thinks for a minute, that I’m just going to let him stay here and live out this dream by himself, he’s got another thing coming.
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I see him. Sam? Sean? Seth. That’s it. Seth. Ryan mentioned him, but he had failed to mention how utterly fuckable he is. I smile at his nonsensical words. Cohen, that’s Jewish, I wonder what he’d do if I pull an Edward Norton American History X neo-nazi thing on him.
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Ry’s little bitch “not girlfriend” is seriously starting to piss me off. I suppress the urge to take her skinny little anorexic neck in my hands and squeeze. Finally, we finish shopping. I sigh with relief. Some asshole accuses me of stealing, and I flip.
I leave in a huff. This is not the way to convince Ryan that I’ve changed.
I tell Ryan the watch is for him, but, actually, I’ve been imaging it on the youngest Cohen’s slim wrist. Something about those wide innocent eyes, unruly hair, and that babble, makes me want to woo him, and then break him. I’m not blind, I’ve seen how Seth’s eyes stray to Ryan when he thinks no one will notice.
I leave still though, I’ll wait tell he comes to me. Ryan will always come. It’s that fucking do-good attitude of his.
What a rush, just like old times; Ryan and I tearing up bars. And just as predicted, I’ve a got home.
So this is the girlfriend, I eye the season, Spring? Autumn? What a ditz, but a controlling one it seems. Ryan wonders off to take a piss, and I see Seth, again, eyes sliding over his ass. Shit, that kid’s got it bad.
“Ryan.” I hear his voice, but there’s no cheery undercurrent. Something’s amiss. Perfect and me just getting out of the shower too. I walk out of the bathroom.
“Uh, sorry, he’s not here.” I slide fingers through my damp hair, tussling it a bit, for good measure. His eyes widen and blood rushes to his face. Whoops did I forget a towel? I smirk, inwardly.
“Shit, uh, sorry,” He holds up a finger closing his eyes, then turns around. “Oh, God, so sorry about that, I was just, uh, looking for Ryan, because, uh, yeah, anyways, I’m gonna just ya know do the whole tree thing.”
I chuckle. “Seth,” He halts, neck jerking forward then down.
“Again, a whole world of sorry-ness right here.” Motioning his hands up and down his lean body, I can almost here the plea, please don’t hurt me.
“Seth, you can turn around now, I have procured some pants.”
Sacking at the waist, I catch an excellent view up his ass. I lick my lips.
Hesitating slightly, he moves jerkily around. “I totally…”
I cut him off. “No, my fault. I couldn’t find where Ry keeps the towels.”
“Oh, ah, uh, yeah, I’ll show you.” He moves around me to a closet by the bathroom door. “And behind door number 1, towels.” He opens it with a flourish, grinning up at me.
“Thanks.”
Silence, I hate silence. Silence is days in the hole, silence is mom passed out on the floor, silence is hours hiding in my closet waiting for dad to fall asleep.
“So, your girlfriend is that season girl, right?” If I’m going to be seducing him, I need to know facts.
“Uh. Yeah, actually, that was the, uh, reason for me barging in.” He sighed. ‘Summer broke up with me. Again. I mean, yeah I guess it was all turnabout is fair play ‘n’ all. But seriously, it was like a year ago. And I did leave her a note.’
“Breathe.” He does.
“Her old boyfriend’s still not over her, and she feels all guilty, and, why am I telling you this stuff?" Standing up, he looks around like he’s lost something.
“Hey,” my hand encases his wrist, so fragile, and I tug him gently down. “So, I take it, you really like this girl?”
“Well, yeah, I guess, I mean, I’ve been crushing on her for like ever, even named my boat after her.”
“Sounds more like an obsession.”
Laughing softly, he nods. “Yeah, I think it’s like, I only wanted her because I couldn’t have her. Happens a lot.” The last part is so soft; I almost don’t hear it.
“Ryan?”
Bolting up, his face pales, and his breaths come faster.
“Seth,” I start gentle, if things go my way, I may have a taste of him sooner than I thought. “I had the same problem.”
“Okay, yeah, he is like a brother, and ok, so it’s incest and…”
I laugh in spite of myself. I steer him back down to the bed. “That’s not what I meant. I had a really good friend couple of years ago. I fell for him, but I got over it.”
“So, it’s not unusual?” He sighed loudly. “So, I’ll just get over and move on to a girl, and then the whole gay thing will just be a fluke. This is good. Very good.”
“It’s not fluke, at least, not for me. What happened was someone else noticed me.” My voice goes lower, and I give him a half-smile, staring into his eyes. His mouth moves as if trying to form words and then shoving them back down again.
At a snail’s pace my mouth inched closer. I have to do this right. Finally, a brush of the lips, I move back waiting for a reaction.
“Well, yeah, uh, I dunno know,” His hand comes up moving as he talks. “It was so short, and I’m not…”
I wrap my hand about his wrist, this time holding tighter, as I capture his lips with mine. I run my tongue over his lips, requesting entrance. Moaning, he opens and our tongues duel. Some how we end up laying on the bed, him under me, nails trailing over my bare back. Goddamn he can kiss. His sweet mouth tastes of coffee and mints.
I slitter a hand between us, roaming over his taut stomach, my hand drifts south. Control, control, I order. I cup his half-hard dick, and he gasps, suddenly sitting up. I roll over.
Shit, Atwood, damn it you had him. I curse at myself. It had been so long since I’d had a willing, pretty boy to play with.
“Sorry,” I breathed, placing a kiss on his forehead. “I, just, God, you’re so gorgeous, and I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me,” I plea, hiding the smile in my hands.
“You, you think, I’m gorgeous?” I look up, into his trusting eyes.
“You are,” I lean over, running my nose over his, as I slide my hands into his thick hair. “Beautiful eyes,” I kiss one and then the other. “And you have without a doubt the most…” fuckable my mind says as my mouth says “kissable lips.” I nip at them.
Now time to slip up. “How could Ryan not see it?”
He stiffens at my words, as I knew he would.
“I didn’t mean, I just, God, how many times can I fuck up in one day.” I spin around feet connecting with floor, head buried in hands.
“Hey, Trey.” He places a hand on my shoulder. “It’s ok.”
“Seth, I really like you.” I blurt out. “God, I’ve known you like a few days and already.”
“I accepted a long time ago that Ryan couldn’t see me. And, I kind of, like you too.” He blushes. ‘I guess I have thing for bad boys.”
Now to just be a little jealous. “Seth, I can’t be Ryan, okay?”
“I don’t want you to be, plus I highly doubt Ryan could kiss as well as you do.” He maneuvers around, straddling me. Initiating a kiss for the first time. Hook, line, and mine.
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I stare up at the ceiling, and allow wolfish grin to grace my face. This is just too perfect; one make-out session and the boy’s practically eating out of my hand. I run my tongue over my lips, tasting more of Seth’s essence. It was addicting. I squirm on the bed. Christ it was just too soft. After years of sleeping on floors and hard cots, I can’t seem to be able to sleep on a bed.
I grab a pillow and blanket and settle on the floor. This is by far the best floor I could ever sleep on. The carpet isn’t thin and itchy but thick and soft. I close my eyes.
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I wander into the main house, and am greeted with pancakes and smiles. Lovely Sunday morning brunch.
“Hey Trey, have a seat.” Ryan pats a chair next to him, and coincidentally, across from Seth.
Seth looks up at me through long eyelashes, and gives me a shy smile. “Morning Trey.”
The look and the smile go straight to my dick. Christ how can he effect me this way?
The Mom hands me a plate stacked with food all dripping in syrup. I mange to smile through my disgust. I choke down a few mouthfuls. Fucking a I can’t stand sweet food. I prefer mine spicy and dark.
Ryan pushes away from the table. “Well, I gotta run, meeting Marissa.” A.K.A. the bitch who never eats.
“Whoa, Ry.” I grab his arm. “What about the whole job thing, and showing me around Newport?”
“Shit, uh, I promised Marissa I would go with her to the mall.” Typical, girl wins over brother who’s been in prison for the last year.
“I’ll go with you,” Seth offers. I look at him and he turns away quickly, scooping up his dishes and heading for the sink.
Ryan nibbles his lips in his annoying oh-God-I-don’t-want-to-hurt-anyone way.
“It’s cool.” I amend, and Ryan sighs in relief, before heading out.
Sandy smiles. “Here, Seth.” He hands him some money. “After the grand tour get some lunch and go see a movie or somethin’”
“Sure, dad, whatever.” Taking the money, he shoves it into his jeans, and moves towards the door, sliding it open. He tilts his head, “You coming?”
“Yeah,” I answer, getting up. “I am.”
“So, the wonders of Newport. Where do you want to start? There’s the beach, and the mall, and stores, and…” He counts them off on his fingers, eyes upwards.
“How ‘bout the movies?”
He gives me a questioning look. “The movies?”
“Yeah, I’ve always been a real fan of movies. Dark and quite, ‘cept for the movie, and no one ever pays attention to what anyone is doing.” I lick my lips and his eyes dilate.
“Ya know, I am definitely seeing some potential to movies. And you know since its Sunday, no one ever really goes.”
“Oh, I think we need to check it out.”
It’s all I can do not to push Seth into an alley, and have my wicked way with him. As we walk to the theatre, his arm keeps brushing mine, and he keeps touching me. Nothing overt, but light friendly nudges while he chatters about what-ever-the-fuck.
The tickets are bought and we make our way into Theatre 21, the previews are going.
I glance around, we’re virtually alone, except for a mom with two little kids seating in the front row. We speed up the stairs and choose the far back corner. Seth sits down, eyes flickering about.
“Afraid we’ll get caught?” I whisper in his ear.
He gulps and nods.
“That’s where all the fun is.” I nip at his ear.
“Tr-Trey,” he stutters. I take his mouth, plunging into the depths. God, I want him closer. The armrest digs into my stomach painfully.
“Fucking armrest,” I growl, pulling away to rub the ache.
Seth grins and lifts the rest up. “Better?” he breaths, licking my lips.
I launch forwards, pressing him against the wall a tangle of limbs. My mind goes blank to the world around his, so lost in his kisses.
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“Hold on second.” He pushes me away. How long did we go at it? My eyes give away my unhappiness. “Gotta pee,” he explains, blushing. God, he’s so cute. I nod, and he races out. I run my hand over my face, shit, look at me, making out in the back of theatre like a fucking fourteen year old.
My eyes drift to the movie, what was it again? Peacemaker? Pacifier?
“Vin Diesel ‘s pretty hot.” I look up, as Seth slips back into his seat.
“If you like muscles.”
Seth runs his hand down my arm. “Oh, I like muscles.” I move in for a kiss, but he stops me.
“Let me just shift things a bit, okay? I’m just a little cramped.”
Moving seductively, he brings one leg up, knee against the back of the seat, the other he leaves on the floor. My mouth dries at the picture of a wonton angel in shadows. Taking his cue, I slide one leg under his so that his is now hooked about my waist, and slip it down the crack between the wall and the chair. My other leg I fasten about his waist.
“Better?” I mimic him.
“Mmm…much.”
I move closer once again claiming his lips, our cocks brush each other because of the new position. Oh, God, I want him more. I thrust with tongue and dick working in unison.
He withers and whimpers and makes the sexiest sounds I have ever heard. His hands tangle in my hair, nails digging into my scalp. Shit, fuck, Christ. I snake a hand down, rubbing him through the denim, as I suck on his ears.
“Trey, Trey, we have to, we have to…” He moans, “Stop.” His hands clutch my shoulders, urging me back.
“Wha,” I catch my breath. “What’s wrong.”
He looks down, and mutters to the seat.
“What?”
He gestures down at his crotch; he’s hard and leaking.
“Hey.” I tilt his chin up to meet my eyes. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” I take his hand and place it on my equally hard length. “See, same problem.”
“I, uh, I just,” He runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t think I’m ready for that, and the whole prospect of going around in wet jeans is not very appealing and, oh God, I must sound so juvenile. I just,”
I give him a light kiss. “It’s fine. I understand. We’ll stop.” Control, control. One day, though, I’m going to fuck his pretty mouth, and he’s going to love it.
He gives a sigh of relief.
“Let’s finish the movie.” We untangle ourselves, and focus our attention on the movie. Seth’s eyes dart over me like he wants to say something. I smile; I know what he wants. I stretch and put my arm around him. He snuggles into it, smiling.
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It’s been a week. I don’t think I can take his teasing any more. I brace a hand against the tile, letting the cool water rain down my back as I jerk off.
Granted, he’s one eager puppy, loves it with I spread out over him, pinning him to the bed, out mouths fused together. Cheeks flushed, swollen lips, damp curls clinging to his neck, those sounds he makes when I nip at his skin. Under polo shirts and wifebeaters lie my marks; a mixture of blues and purples along his torso. I once sneaked into his room in the middle of the night, and found him clad only in boxers, staring at his reflection, absently fingering the hickeys.
I moan, stroking faster. But every time, every-fucking-time, my hand strays south he backs away.
So fucking frustrating. I fist myself, almost to the point of it being painful.
I relax my grip, not any more. I’ve been patience, but enough was enough, I need to make him mine, he’s already halfway there.
A smile splits my face, and cum paints the wall.
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Tonight would do nicely. Kirsten had been called away to a conference in L.A., Sandy had decided to tag along. That only left Ryan.
Ryan, Seth, and I stood about the kitchen eating Chinese out of the container. Now, how
to get rid of the little brother.
“So, got any plans tonight little bro,” I ask casually.
He bites his lip. “Well, uh, I kind of made plans with…”
Together Seth and I cut him off, “the ‘not girlfriend?’”
“Yeah, she’s pretty upset about…stuff…and I thought I’d stay the night over there. Ya know and talk with her.”
I quirk an eyebrow, sure “talk.” They may not be a couple, but it was obvious they were still fucking. I wonder what he sees in that toothpick. And here I thought I’d been a good role model.
“Yeah, she’s expecting me, so, yeah, later.”
I wag my fingers at his moving form. Perfect.
The kitchen is quiet, but I can almost make out the thudding of Seth’s heart. I catch his eye, and stalk to my prey.
“Thought he’d never leave.” I nuzzled his neck, the sensation causes him to loll his head back submissively. The action goes straight south.
Snaking an arm about his waist, I lift him onto the island. He loves to be manhandled, loves it when I position him, loves to be my plaything.
His legs twine around my waist, pulling me closer. Cupping his ass, I lift him up, his legs clasp tighter, and I move to the stairs. Our tongues explore wet caverns, swaying to the steady lull of our pulses.
Together we fall on to his bed. Our shirts flung onto the floor. I rise to my forearms and look. Fucking gorgeous. Time to take what’s mine. I trail kisses down his torso, stopping to at his belly button; I suck it into my mouth.
My hand touches his fly. He jerks up, wide eye.
“Shuu,” I soothe. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” I unzip him, and can’t suppress a grin at the superman shorts he’s wearing.
“No, no, I can’t.” And he’s rolls out, feet on the floor, head in hands.
“Seth,” I reach over and touch his shoulder, shit he’s crying Atwood, what have you gotten yourself into. “Are, are you a virgin?”
He gives a hard snort of laughter, shaking his head. ‘No, Summer ‘n’ I’ve had sex before.”
“Then what’s wrong? I’m not gonna fuck you if that’s what you’re thinking, just a blowjob.”
“She, uh, she never, ya know, went down, it was mostly, wam bam.” He slaps his hands together.
“Trust me, you’ll like it.” I nibble his ear.
“I, uh, I thought so, I mean, I know I’d like it, cuz it was you, and it’s just that…” His babbling stops when I put a finger to his mouth.
“Then what’s the problem?” I go, once more, in for the kill. I brush my fingertips over his boxers.
He jerks up. “I just, I can’t, God, you must think I’m some cock tease.” He paces.
I curb my annoyance, catching his wrist. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispers, hand sifting through my hair.
“You won’t,” I insist. What’s so fucking bad about a fucking blowjob?
Closing his eyes, I see a droplet escape, as he removes the last articles of clothing.
Shit.
My eyes soften and my throat goes dry. I can’t find the words.
“I knew…fucking…I knew…it’s why…God,” Seth rasps, scrubbing tears away. He pivots, shaking as he tugs up material.
Dropping to the floor, I walk on my knees circling around to him. His hands tremble, and there are tear tracks on pale cheeks.
I ghost my lips off the silver scars that mar his perfect skin. His hands card through my hair, scratching softly.
I open my mouth, and give each small imperfection a lick. His breath hitches, this time not from sobs. I move from one thigh to the other, tracing them with my tongue. A million thoughts rush about, were they self-inflicted? They had to be. If they weren’t I’d kill whoever dared mark my boy.
My boy, yeah, Seth is my boy now. I push my lips to his leaking dick and press down, while my right hand goes to my own.
We end up back on the bed afterwards.
Seth’s eyes are as sleepy and satisfied as the rest of him. He snuggles into my chest, rubbing his nose over my left pec. Part of me wants to question him, demand an answer. I brush a lock of hair, and I can’t. Fuck, what this kid does to me.
“You’re like a cat,” I tell him.
He purrs, giving my nipple a short lick. I groan, feeling my dick rise again.
“You’re a kitten,” I tell him, rolling on to him, letting him feel my weight. “My kitten.” His cock twitches. Oh, someone likes that. “Do you like it?” I murmur into his ear. “Like being my Kitten?” He whimpers, hips jerking up.
I pump my hips, feeling him wither under me. I snake a hand between us rubbing our cocks together; he lets loose a moan.
“Wait.” I stop, leaning forward to hear him. “Iwannasuckyou,” he mutters into my chest.
I nearly come. Instead, I fall to the side, cocking a knee. Wordlessly, he crawls down, eyes focused on my leaking member. Sitting cross-legged between my thighs, he brings a hand up and gently nudges the foreskin, slipping a finger under it. His other hand goes to his own circumcised one. Comparing the two, in avid detail.
Glancing up through curly eyelashes, he lowers his head to lick a drop of pre-cum away. He rises to his knees, running tongue over lips, as if deciding if he liked it. A Cheshire cat grin graces his face, as he squirms down to finish the job.
“Kitten, God, Kitten, just like that, watch your teeth, there you go.”
I resist the urge to buck, Kitten isn’t ready for that yet.
Seth continues his ministrations, and my balls tighten.
“Kitten, Kitten, gonna come.”
Cum shoots, and Seth sputters after the first mouthful. I look down at him, coughing, with cum splattered face and grinning widely. I yank him upwards, positioning him under me, as I kiss him thoroughly, then wipe his face with my tongue.
I heave myself up, and he makes noises of protest. But I merely pull the forgotten blanket up, before settling back down.
“Night, Kitten,” I say, nuzzling his neck.
He mews happily. Tomorrow, I yawn, yes tomorrow I’d ask him about the scars.
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Something flutters against my side I twist away from it. Fucking sleeping. There it is again, my side lurches inward.
My pillow shakes, and light laughter sings in my ear.
“Someone’s ticklish,” taunts the voice, and the teasing fingers are back.
I lift myself up from my human pillow, and glare down at him. He smiles, tongue between teeth.
I smirk and without warning dive fingers into his sides. He howls with laughter, wriggling about.
“I concede, I concede,” he announces breathlessly. “Uncle, uncle.”
“Do you really?” I question playfully as I poke him again. I roll off him and lay on my side looking at him.
“Yes, yes, I do, I do.”
Lust wraps about me. No, not yet. We have to talk.
I kiss his forehead. “We’ll play in a minute, but first, we have to talk.”
The playfulness is gone in a blink, and he goes rigid.
“Seth.” He scoots to the edge of the bed, sitting, back to me.
“Kitten,” I try again, leaving my place, and going to him. I embrace him from behind. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t do it much.” He rests his head on my shoulder. “Just sometimes I need to feel.” His eyes find mine. He looks so lost.
Deftly, I lift him up and turn him around, so that he’s straddling me. He wastes no time, and buries his nose in my neck, clinging to me. What is it with this boy? I want to keep him safe, protect him.
“I’ll make you feel,” my voice is harsh and he trembles against me. I rock my hips, and twin erections awaken, met, and grind. He gasps, arms winding tighter, clutching my neck. Legs locking about my waist. I need more, I want him closer, I want him riding my cock, instead of this, humping. One day he will be, but for now, I’ll settle for this.
Moaning deeply, cum splashes my chest, the sensation brings about my orgasm. Seth loosens his grip on my neck and waist, and arranges himself on my lap, curling into an egg shape.
I cradle him, slipping an arm under his knees.
“Kit, Kit.” I rock him. He hums, mouth blowing over my nipple. It hardens. “We need to clean up.”
I surge to my feet and carry my pet into the bathroom. Placing him on the counter, I take a seat on the toilet, and I turn my attention to the tub, filling it with hot water.
I remember the early letters from Ryan when he’d talk about the Cohens and how Seth chattered continuously. But it’s not the case, well, not around me that is. Is it trust? Fear? I know it’s not nervousness.
I tilt my head back to see him, naked, absently swinging his legs, singing softly to himself. All my life I’ve had to watch my back, my brother’s, and my friends’. Never have I seen someone so utterly content with life, and so at ease with me that he can sit there like a child of eight.
He catches my eye and ducks his head. My throat constricts; air cut off for a second.
His hand runs along my cheekbone, cupping, pulling me closer. I raise my arms and he hops off the counter, faithful I will catch him. I do. He amazes me; he’s put more trust in me than my mother and brother combined ever have.
The water rises, soon it will flood. I move him to the bathtub. He makes happy sounds as he wiggles on the bottom of it.
“Scoot up,” I tell him.
He blinks, but does so.
I settle behind him, savoring the moment. He sighs blissfully, running his nose between my pecs. I wrap my arms about him and he tilts his head back to me my mouth. Slow, lazy kisses commence.
“Seth! Seth!” Shouts a voice, followed by the slamming of the front door, and thudding of feet on stairs.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Seth leaps up, grabbing a towel. He hurries from the room, never stopping his mantra. My boxers and clothes fly into the bathroom, before he slams it.
“Seth, Seth.” Ryan pounds on the door, “Are you there?”
“’M right here.” I can here Seth outside the door.
“If you’re here, than…oh Trey, you in there?”
“What didja ya want? I’m in the tub,” I call.
“Something wrong with the pool house?”
“No, um, there’s only a shower there,” Seth picks up. “Trey wanted to take a bath, so I told him to use my bath, personally I like the shower better, but yeah to each his own, probably something to do with prison and stuff, and yeah again with the shutting up.” I let out a low chuckle, wow, what a little bull shitter, and did he even breathe during the spew of BS?
“So, yeah man, what’s with the excitement?” He switches gears effortlessly.
I hear something about Ry’s twig of a not girlfriend as they leave.
I wish Ryan hadn’t been so blatant with his return, wish he’d walked in on us earlier with my boy straddling me, my cum filling the dips of his stomach.
I would give anything to see his face.
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Seth introduces me to Alex. I’m shocked to learn he has a job. Here I thought daddy dearest paid for everything. He cajoles her into hiring me, and just like that, I get myself a job. During the day, its manual labor and at nights I would be a bouncer.
Listening to him use that pretty mouth of his makes me want to use my own. I wait ‘til Alex wanders off to yell at some musician, then shove Seth into the Men’s Room. I force my fingers into his mouth, letting him suck on them, to muffle his moans. His tongue dances over the digits, while I find something better to suck on.
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I trudge up the long driveway, soaking up the late afternoon sun and enjoying the pleasant burn of worked muscles. After two hours of hauling equipment, I’m ready to relax, have a cigarette and a Seth.
Laughter from the living room. Following the sound, I see them.
Fire burns, raging through me. Ryan’s sitting on Seth. Sitting on my boy, one hand holding the struggling boy’s, other fingers tickling him mercifully. Seth squirming under him, attempting to stop him. I fight the urge to pluck my little brother off of him, and throw him into a wall. Seth is mine.
He spies me first, laughter stops abruptly.
“Uh, Ryan…off.”
“After what you said? I don’t think so.”
Seth nods in my direction, Ryan cocks his head to the side.
“Oh, hey Trey,” he says rolling off.
“Seth,” I bark. His head snaps up. “I finished your CD’s,” I lie smoothly, years of practice. “You want them back?” I start for the back door.
“Yeah.” He scrambles up. “Be back in a minute,” he tells Ryan.
My hand moves up to his neck and when he opens the door, I push him into my living space. Stumbling slightly, he manages not to fall. I close and lock the door. I turn, letting the anger show in my eyes. I shove him flush into the wall.
“What the fuck was that?” I snarl in his face, pinning him to the wall.
“We, uh, we,” he sputters, “were just screwing around.”
My eyes narrow, nostrils flair, his eyes drop to admire his socks. My fingers press into his arms. Want to leave bruises.
“You,” I growl. “Are.” I bite his ear, causing him to yelp. “Mine.” I bite again.
“This is mine,” I trace his neck with my nail.
“These are mine.” I force his lips apart, using tongue and teeth.
I squeeze his crotch. “And this?” I question harshly.
“Yours, yours,” he sobs.
I force him to his knees, withdraw my leaking penis, and shove it into his mouth. He complies, tongue swirling about the tip, slipping into the slit. He bobs back and forth giving me pleasure. I weave my hand into his curls.
“Hold still.” I buck my hips, moving myself in and out, fucking his face.
I look down at him, and the setting sun plays over his skin, highlighting damp streams. I stumble backwards, he collapses gasping for air.
"Seth..."
He wearily gets up, his eyes blazing with liquid and fury, a line of red travels down his chin. Vivid against his pale face.
"I'm not your whore," he spits, exiting.
Blood oozes from my knuckles, as I pound the wall.
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He’s been avoiding me for the past week. No more winks behind people’s back, or stolen kisses at the Bait Shop.
Damn it. I run my hand through my hair. Okay, that’s it. I root around on the floor for my black wifebeater; the one that’s too small by just enough. Seth can’t resist it.
I stroll into the main house and take the stairs at a faster than normal stride. I reach for the doorknob. It opens, and the midget runs into me.
She cranes her neck upwards. “Whoa, sorry, Trey, right?” Her face is flushed, and her hair is mused. I’m not stupid. Sidestepping me, she heads down the stairs. I step away from the door.
I open my fist, I hadn’t even noticed that it was clenched. Bloody crescent moons line my palm. I see red, in both senses. I want to kick down the door, demand an explanation, call him a whore or a slut, but most of all, I want him back. Damn it, I broke my rules. I started to care for him, now look where it’s gotten me.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
My teeth hurt from biting down. Seth walks out.
He meets my eyes, defiantly, daring me to react.
I stretch out a finger to brush his cheek, words have always failed me. Flinching, he presses against the doorframe. I drop my hand. I did this.
I start for the stairs, then pause. Tie up the loose ends. “Promise me you won’t…hurt yourself.” Eyelids roll down, locking away emotions. If he started doing it again, I don’t think I could deal with it. I’d rather slash my own wrists than see more silver scars. My feet start moving again.
“Tr…Trey,” I halt, pivot to face him. His eyes are soft with moisture, and he’s running a hand over his arm as if he’s cold.
“Summer and Zach got into a fight, she needed a shoulder.” I feel the knot in my stomach untie. I bob my head once then turn.
A slender, cool hand touches my elbow. Stopping, I hold my breath. He tugs gently, and I follow him back into his room.
The bed groans when I sit down.
Sucking in air I begin, “Seth…”
“No talking,” he cuts me off. I close my mouth. “I’m going to talk, without you saying a fucking thing, then, when I’m done, you can have a go, got it?”
I nod.
“First thing, I’m not a fucking possession.” He paces in front of me, hands waving.
“Okay, so maybe sometimes, I like it when you go all cavemanish on me, but not like that. If you ever treat me like that again, we’re done for good, understand?”
I nod.
“Second thing, Ryan is my best friend. We do things together, never has it ever been sexual in any way, shape, or form.”
“Not that you didn’t…” my mouth shoots off before I can stop it.
Seth’s eyes go wide then become slits. “Get out,” his voice is low and deadly.
“Seth, I’m sorry please,” I plea. “One more chance, no talking I swear.”
He sighs. “Fine, last chance. Once, I did have feelings for him, but not anymore, ok?”
I nod.
“I want you to know you can trust me. And I want to be able to trust you.” He stands in front of me, rubbing my cheek.
I nod.
“Kneel, hands behind your back.”
I comply.
He cups my neck, tilting my head up. “Ask.”
“Forgive me.”
“For?”
“Being a possessive asshole to his boyfriend who deserves someone so much better.”
His lips quirk up briefly.
“And?”
“I swear I’ll never treat you like that again.”
“I accept.” Leaning down, he touches our lips together in a short chaste kiss.
He straightens. “You can stand up now.”
As soon as I’m up, Seth’s in my arms, hands finding refuge in my hair, lips reacquainting themselves. Oh, God, I’ve missed this. I lift him up, in an effort to gain more access to his intoxicating lips. Out tongues twist together in a tango, and his legs fasten about my waist. One hand kneads his ass, and the other I work up his shirt in a desperate search for more skin.
His hands are on my face, his fingers caressing my stubble.
“What the fuck?”
“Um, man, we were, just, uh,” Seth stutters as he slides down me. I know if I turn, I’ll be looking into Ryan’s disappointed eyes. Ironic, if I think about it, only weeks ago I wanted Ryan to find out, wanted to hurt him for getting all of this. I turn and face my brother.
His face is a collage of confusion, anger, and shock.
“It’s not what it looks like. I mean it is, but its not,” Seth babbles.
“It looks like you were making out with my fucking brother,” Ryan snaps.
“Exactly,” I confirm, moving behind Seth, I lasso my arms about his torso. Mine. “Now, we were in the middle of something.”
“Trey,” annoyance edges Seth’s voice. “Not now.” He unhooks my hands, and steps towards Ryan. “Ryan, this doesn’t change anything, ok?”
“How long?” He demands.
“Since Summer and I broke up.”
Ryan comes between Seth and I; he glowers up at me. “You have a lot of fucking nerve.”
“Really?”
“I know what you’re up to, and if you think for one damn minute I’m gonna let you get away with it.”
‘And what am I doing?”
“You’re manipulating my best friend! Seth isn’t gay,” He declares.
“Really, tell that to his dick,” I rejoin.
“Trey!” I glance over at Seth’s face, shit he’s pissed. Out of the corner of my eye is a blur, I twist back, and pain blossoms over my cheek.
Without even thinking, I shove Ryan against the wall. The sound vibrates.
A cold hand runs down my back, wiping away the anger.
“Trey,” his voice is soft.
I release Ryan, his legs give out, and he collapses in a heap. Seth pulls me behind him.
“Ryan,” he begins, extending his hand to help him up.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he slaps the hand away. “Now I know Luke wasn’t lying about you being queer, but I never thought you were a slut.” He storms from the room.
Seth clutches himself, shivering from cold that had nothing to do with the temperature.
He bypasses my outstretched arm, and shuts himself in the bathroom.
I make myself comfortable, back to the door, and I wait.
The lock clicks after who knows how long. I scramble up to join my…boyfriend.
“Hey.” My throat is scratchy.
“Hey.” His eyes are red. He looks so young, sitting cross-legged on the counter.
How do I ask him? My eyes unwillingly dart about looking for a sign.
Wordlessly, he holds up a razor.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. It was clean. No blood.
I gently lift his legs, and settle between them. I wrap him up in a hug. I want to tell him that he still has me, but I know its not enough. He told me once how before Ryan he had nothing. And that that was the reason for the cutting.
“Thank you.” Seth leans over brushing a teasing kiss over my lips. I pick him out, setting him on the floor.
He takes my hand, leading me downstairs. At the bottom, he squeezes it, then releases it.
“Mom, Dad,” he calls.
“Kitchen,” Sandy answers.
“Um, I need to talk to you two.” He shifts from one foot to another.
“Shoot.”
“Well, um, you know how I’ve always liked cinnamon gum? I decided I don’t really, I mean I still like it, I mean its ok ‘n all I guess, I can always go back but for the time being I think I prefer something more minty.”
Sandy and Kristen give each other the ‘well he’s your son’ look, complete with gestures and up eyebrows.
“Seth, what are you…” Kristen starts.
“I’m gay,” he blurts out, “or maybe bi, yeah, probably that one, ‘cuz, seriously Wonder Women still does wonders for me,” he gives a shaky, forced laugh.” But yeah, right, now, defiantly, with the gay thing. I don’t want you to worry, Trey’s really cool and nice, and he’s…”
“Trey?” The parents eye me.
I met their eyes, showing them I’m serious.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” demands Sandy, finger pointed. “I let you into my house, I give you my trust, and what do you do? “ His voice gets louder. “Take advantage of my son!”
“Dad, he didn’t.” Seth steps between us.
“Come on, Honey, let’s leave them alone.” Kristen tugs on Seth’s arm, he shrugs her off.
“I want you out of my house, and if you ever come near my son again, I’ll charge you with endangering a minor and rape.”
“Dad, please, we haven’t even had sex, and even if we had, it wouldn’t be, I’d want it.” Seth is so sexy when he’s defending me.
“Seth, you’re confused, it’s understandable.”
“I’m not, gods, I thought you’d take this better, we live in California.”
“Seth,” his mother’s voice is gently, “this has nothing to do with you being…ga…bi. It’s the fact that Trey is so much older than you. If it were, say, Ryan, or Luke, it would be different.”
“Luke? Please, granted he’s a lot cooler than before, but you’re talking about a guy who made me miserable for years, and Ryan’s my brother, and I’m so not into the incestness, plus he’s only 21,” argues Seth.
“And you’re 17.” Her voice is firm.
Sandy is still glaring at me. Seth’s lucky; his parents are worried about him. Sure, this sucks for our relationship, but still.
“I’ll get my stuff,” I concede, trudging to the backdoor.
“Trey,” Seth calls.
“Let him go.” Kristen.
“It’s for the best.” Sandy.
“Let go, damn it I want to say good…” The door closes and I can’t hear anymore.
Everything’s packed, like I had a lot anyways. Something’s stuck in my throat and no matter how much I swallow it won’t go away.
Someone opens the door. I look up. Seth.
“I shouldn’t’ve told them.”
“Would you have rather Ryan told them?”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I walk over to him and pull him into a hug.
“Kitten,” I murmur into his ear, he shakes. I rub my hands soothingly down his back.
“I graduate in a few months, and then, college,” he whispers.
“I could get a job down in Berkley.” He jerks his head up.
“Really?” His eyes are so full and bright, and tears are leaking from the corners. I lean down and brush the kisses away.
“Yeah.”
Snaking his arms up, he cups my neck and locks our lips. Long moments of Seth. He sucks on my bottom lip, and bites slightly. I wrap my arms tighter about him, and stick my hand in his pants to fondle his ass. I could stay forever like this.
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I haven’t seen him in three months. After our long goodbye, we separated. I moved down here, Berkley, and Seth stayed to deal with parents and Ryan. Every Thursday we talk, I grin, he sure has come to love phone sex. We e-mail constantly, and I can’t wait until he finally moves here. School starts in a month. I think I’m going to die from sexual frustration.
This is the longest I’ve gone without sexual contact since I was 13. What I do for my boy. Sigh. I idly stroke my chest, I close my eyes and see pale fingers and white teeth. Slowly, I make my way down.
“Mm…Seth,” I breathe fisting my aching cock.
“Yeah?”
I jerk up, and he’s there, I drink him in, a duffel bag lies at his feet. He looks the same, ‘cept for the hair, it’s a bit longer. Toeing off his flip-flops, he sashays over to the couch. I can’t move. This can’t be real. Seth can’t be standing here, weeks before his due date.
A hand slides down my cheek, and I press against it. Real. Not a dream.
He takes a seat next to me.
I lean out foreheads together and inhale sunshine and salt. Then his lips are on mine and we’re falling. I nudge a knee between his thighs, and wrap my hands in his shirt. His hands find my hair and he sifts through it. I lay over him, pinning him to my couch from Resale. The cushions engulf him.
In the background, Frou Frou’s Must be Dreaming, plays on repeat. Seth and his weird British music.
We have all the time in the world. I take the time to explore his mouth, running my tongue over his, tasting coffee and mints. I suck on his tongue, extracting all flavors, and he responds by nipping my bottom lip.
How long has it been? Hours? Minutes? I rest my head on his shoulder, and he continues his ministrations on my hair. I’d imaged this moment in so many ways, but never had it been so tender and soft.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” It’s the first time he’s spoken since “Yeah?”
I raise myself on my arms to study him. Swollen lips, flushed face, lust-filled eyes. My dick stirs and he grins, little shit.
He takes a gulp of air. “I’m ready, I want to.” He chews his lips.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. I peck his lips, before rising to my feet. He struggles up, sofa refusing to let him go.
On his feet, he wobbles, I catch him.
“Foot’s asleep,” he explains.
I lift him up and he laughs.
“What?”
“You love being the man.”
“Last I check we’re both men, unless you had some kind of surgery.”
“No, I mean, you love to pick me up.”
“Never heard you complain.”
“I’m not.” He grins. “Just an observation.” He wiggles in my arms, so I throw him over my shoulder and fireman carry him to the bed. Stilling laughing on the bed, I can’t help but chuckle with him.
I cover his smile with my own, as I ease him out of his clothes. I strip as well.
“Shit,” I mutter, “condoms, be right back.” I run to the bathroom. I grab my unopened box, along with a tube KY.
At the doorway I see him, stretching, back arched, arms flung over head. God, he’s beautiful.
“Just going to stand there?” He teases.
I jump on to the bed, aiming for the space next to him. On the second bounce I’m on top of him, lips once again together. This time though, the kisses are hot and fierce, tongue and teeth. I nibble down his torso, stopping at his right nipple. Oh sweet mother, he pierced it. A small silver hoop is threaded through it. I slip the ring on my pinky and tug gently. He coos and withers.
Oh, I’m going to have fun with that, but right now, I’m a man on a mission. He’s hard and weeping, I lick the head and he shudders, I suck his length and his hands dig into my scalp.
He mutters incoherent things. He pulls roughly on my hair and I look up.
“Now.”
I bob my head.
I rub lube on my hands, warming it up. I return to his dick, this time placing whispering kisses over it, while I slip a finger in him. He tenses for a second, before relaxing. Lovingly, I add another finger, then a third. My middle finger brushes his sweet spot and he howls.
I tug the condom on and coat it with more lube. I start to roll him over, but his hand shoots out.
“No, wanna see you.”
I drape his legs over my shoulder, line up cock, and press. He claws at my back, leaving trails of pleasure pain. I attack his mouth as I take him deeper.
Tight…hot…fucking…damn.
He shouts into my mouth and cum sticks us together, as my own fills the latex. I inch out of him, trying to cause as little pain as possible.
He curls up around me.
“Kitten.”
He purrs and buries his nose in my shoulder.
Never letting him go, never. I drift off, content for the first time in months.
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Rating: Nc-17
I think it's still untitled....but if anyone knows if I titled it or not, just comment.
I rap on the window, smirking to myself. There’s no one there, place has been abandoned for years. Used to come here to smoke or fuck. Ryan’s just so easy. I wait for it, trying to look as pathetic as possible.
Sure enough, theirs is first. I bite my tongue to keep from smiling as I jog over to the car.
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Shit, Ryan’s got a fucking palace here. I smile to keep from grinding my teeth. So fucking typical too, while I’m locked away here he is living the life of the rich. I clench my fist, if he thinks for a minute, that I’m just going to let him stay here and live out this dream by himself, he’s got another thing coming.
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I see him. Sam? Sean? Seth. That’s it. Seth. Ryan mentioned him, but he had failed to mention how utterly fuckable he is. I smile at his nonsensical words. Cohen, that’s Jewish, I wonder what he’d do if I pull an Edward Norton American History X neo-nazi thing on him.
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Ry’s little bitch “not girlfriend” is seriously starting to piss me off. I suppress the urge to take her skinny little anorexic neck in my hands and squeeze. Finally, we finish shopping. I sigh with relief. Some asshole accuses me of stealing, and I flip.
I leave in a huff. This is not the way to convince Ryan that I’ve changed.
I tell Ryan the watch is for him, but, actually, I’ve been imaging it on the youngest Cohen’s slim wrist. Something about those wide innocent eyes, unruly hair, and that babble, makes me want to woo him, and then break him. I’m not blind, I’ve seen how Seth’s eyes stray to Ryan when he thinks no one will notice.
I leave still though, I’ll wait tell he comes to me. Ryan will always come. It’s that fucking do-good attitude of his.
What a rush, just like old times; Ryan and I tearing up bars. And just as predicted, I’ve a got home.
So this is the girlfriend, I eye the season, Spring? Autumn? What a ditz, but a controlling one it seems. Ryan wonders off to take a piss, and I see Seth, again, eyes sliding over his ass. Shit, that kid’s got it bad.
“Ryan.” I hear his voice, but there’s no cheery undercurrent. Something’s amiss. Perfect and me just getting out of the shower too. I walk out of the bathroom.
“Uh, sorry, he’s not here.” I slide fingers through my damp hair, tussling it a bit, for good measure. His eyes widen and blood rushes to his face. Whoops did I forget a towel? I smirk, inwardly.
“Shit, uh, sorry,” He holds up a finger closing his eyes, then turns around. “Oh, God, so sorry about that, I was just, uh, looking for Ryan, because, uh, yeah, anyways, I’m gonna just ya know do the whole tree thing.”
I chuckle. “Seth,” He halts, neck jerking forward then down.
“Again, a whole world of sorry-ness right here.” Motioning his hands up and down his lean body, I can almost here the plea, please don’t hurt me.
“Seth, you can turn around now, I have procured some pants.”
Sacking at the waist, I catch an excellent view up his ass. I lick my lips.
Hesitating slightly, he moves jerkily around. “I totally…”
I cut him off. “No, my fault. I couldn’t find where Ry keeps the towels.”
“Oh, ah, uh, yeah, I’ll show you.” He moves around me to a closet by the bathroom door. “And behind door number 1, towels.” He opens it with a flourish, grinning up at me.
“Thanks.”
Silence, I hate silence. Silence is days in the hole, silence is mom passed out on the floor, silence is hours hiding in my closet waiting for dad to fall asleep.
“So, your girlfriend is that season girl, right?” If I’m going to be seducing him, I need to know facts.
“Uh. Yeah, actually, that was the, uh, reason for me barging in.” He sighed. ‘Summer broke up with me. Again. I mean, yeah I guess it was all turnabout is fair play ‘n’ all. But seriously, it was like a year ago. And I did leave her a note.’
“Breathe.” He does.
“Her old boyfriend’s still not over her, and she feels all guilty, and, why am I telling you this stuff?" Standing up, he looks around like he’s lost something.
“Hey,” my hand encases his wrist, so fragile, and I tug him gently down. “So, I take it, you really like this girl?”
“Well, yeah, I guess, I mean, I’ve been crushing on her for like ever, even named my boat after her.”
“Sounds more like an obsession.”
Laughing softly, he nods. “Yeah, I think it’s like, I only wanted her because I couldn’t have her. Happens a lot.” The last part is so soft; I almost don’t hear it.
“Ryan?”
Bolting up, his face pales, and his breaths come faster.
“Seth,” I start gentle, if things go my way, I may have a taste of him sooner than I thought. “I had the same problem.”
“Okay, yeah, he is like a brother, and ok, so it’s incest and…”
I laugh in spite of myself. I steer him back down to the bed. “That’s not what I meant. I had a really good friend couple of years ago. I fell for him, but I got over it.”
“So, it’s not unusual?” He sighed loudly. “So, I’ll just get over and move on to a girl, and then the whole gay thing will just be a fluke. This is good. Very good.”
“It’s not fluke, at least, not for me. What happened was someone else noticed me.” My voice goes lower, and I give him a half-smile, staring into his eyes. His mouth moves as if trying to form words and then shoving them back down again.
At a snail’s pace my mouth inched closer. I have to do this right. Finally, a brush of the lips, I move back waiting for a reaction.
“Well, yeah, uh, I dunno know,” His hand comes up moving as he talks. “It was so short, and I’m not…”
I wrap my hand about his wrist, this time holding tighter, as I capture his lips with mine. I run my tongue over his lips, requesting entrance. Moaning, he opens and our tongues duel. Some how we end up laying on the bed, him under me, nails trailing over my bare back. Goddamn he can kiss. His sweet mouth tastes of coffee and mints.
I slitter a hand between us, roaming over his taut stomach, my hand drifts south. Control, control, I order. I cup his half-hard dick, and he gasps, suddenly sitting up. I roll over.
Shit, Atwood, damn it you had him. I curse at myself. It had been so long since I’d had a willing, pretty boy to play with.
“Sorry,” I breathed, placing a kiss on his forehead. “I, just, God, you’re so gorgeous, and I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me,” I plea, hiding the smile in my hands.
“You, you think, I’m gorgeous?” I look up, into his trusting eyes.
“You are,” I lean over, running my nose over his, as I slide my hands into his thick hair. “Beautiful eyes,” I kiss one and then the other. “And you have without a doubt the most…” fuckable my mind says as my mouth says “kissable lips.” I nip at them.
Now time to slip up. “How could Ryan not see it?”
He stiffens at my words, as I knew he would.
“I didn’t mean, I just, God, how many times can I fuck up in one day.” I spin around feet connecting with floor, head buried in hands.
“Hey, Trey.” He places a hand on my shoulder. “It’s ok.”
“Seth, I really like you.” I blurt out. “God, I’ve known you like a few days and already.”
“I accepted a long time ago that Ryan couldn’t see me. And, I kind of, like you too.” He blushes. ‘I guess I have thing for bad boys.”
Now to just be a little jealous. “Seth, I can’t be Ryan, okay?”
“I don’t want you to be, plus I highly doubt Ryan could kiss as well as you do.” He maneuvers around, straddling me. Initiating a kiss for the first time. Hook, line, and mine.
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I stare up at the ceiling, and allow wolfish grin to grace my face. This is just too perfect; one make-out session and the boy’s practically eating out of my hand. I run my tongue over my lips, tasting more of Seth’s essence. It was addicting. I squirm on the bed. Christ it was just too soft. After years of sleeping on floors and hard cots, I can’t seem to be able to sleep on a bed.
I grab a pillow and blanket and settle on the floor. This is by far the best floor I could ever sleep on. The carpet isn’t thin and itchy but thick and soft. I close my eyes.
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I wander into the main house, and am greeted with pancakes and smiles. Lovely Sunday morning brunch.
“Hey Trey, have a seat.” Ryan pats a chair next to him, and coincidentally, across from Seth.
Seth looks up at me through long eyelashes, and gives me a shy smile. “Morning Trey.”
The look and the smile go straight to my dick. Christ how can he effect me this way?
The Mom hands me a plate stacked with food all dripping in syrup. I mange to smile through my disgust. I choke down a few mouthfuls. Fucking a I can’t stand sweet food. I prefer mine spicy and dark.
Ryan pushes away from the table. “Well, I gotta run, meeting Marissa.” A.K.A. the bitch who never eats.
“Whoa, Ry.” I grab his arm. “What about the whole job thing, and showing me around Newport?”
“Shit, uh, I promised Marissa I would go with her to the mall.” Typical, girl wins over brother who’s been in prison for the last year.
“I’ll go with you,” Seth offers. I look at him and he turns away quickly, scooping up his dishes and heading for the sink.
Ryan nibbles his lips in his annoying oh-God-I-don’t-want-to-hurt-anyone way.
“It’s cool.” I amend, and Ryan sighs in relief, before heading out.
Sandy smiles. “Here, Seth.” He hands him some money. “After the grand tour get some lunch and go see a movie or somethin’”
“Sure, dad, whatever.” Taking the money, he shoves it into his jeans, and moves towards the door, sliding it open. He tilts his head, “You coming?”
“Yeah,” I answer, getting up. “I am.”
“So, the wonders of Newport. Where do you want to start? There’s the beach, and the mall, and stores, and…” He counts them off on his fingers, eyes upwards.
“How ‘bout the movies?”
He gives me a questioning look. “The movies?”
“Yeah, I’ve always been a real fan of movies. Dark and quite, ‘cept for the movie, and no one ever pays attention to what anyone is doing.” I lick my lips and his eyes dilate.
“Ya know, I am definitely seeing some potential to movies. And you know since its Sunday, no one ever really goes.”
“Oh, I think we need to check it out.”
It’s all I can do not to push Seth into an alley, and have my wicked way with him. As we walk to the theatre, his arm keeps brushing mine, and he keeps touching me. Nothing overt, but light friendly nudges while he chatters about what-ever-the-fuck.
The tickets are bought and we make our way into Theatre 21, the previews are going.
I glance around, we’re virtually alone, except for a mom with two little kids seating in the front row. We speed up the stairs and choose the far back corner. Seth sits down, eyes flickering about.
“Afraid we’ll get caught?” I whisper in his ear.
He gulps and nods.
“That’s where all the fun is.” I nip at his ear.
“Tr-Trey,” he stutters. I take his mouth, plunging into the depths. God, I want him closer. The armrest digs into my stomach painfully.
“Fucking armrest,” I growl, pulling away to rub the ache.
Seth grins and lifts the rest up. “Better?” he breaths, licking my lips.
I launch forwards, pressing him against the wall a tangle of limbs. My mind goes blank to the world around his, so lost in his kisses.
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“Hold on second.” He pushes me away. How long did we go at it? My eyes give away my unhappiness. “Gotta pee,” he explains, blushing. God, he’s so cute. I nod, and he races out. I run my hand over my face, shit, look at me, making out in the back of theatre like a fucking fourteen year old.
My eyes drift to the movie, what was it again? Peacemaker? Pacifier?
“Vin Diesel ‘s pretty hot.” I look up, as Seth slips back into his seat.
“If you like muscles.”
Seth runs his hand down my arm. “Oh, I like muscles.” I move in for a kiss, but he stops me.
“Let me just shift things a bit, okay? I’m just a little cramped.”
Moving seductively, he brings one leg up, knee against the back of the seat, the other he leaves on the floor. My mouth dries at the picture of a wonton angel in shadows. Taking his cue, I slide one leg under his so that his is now hooked about my waist, and slip it down the crack between the wall and the chair. My other leg I fasten about his waist.
“Better?” I mimic him.
“Mmm…much.”
I move closer once again claiming his lips, our cocks brush each other because of the new position. Oh, God, I want him more. I thrust with tongue and dick working in unison.
He withers and whimpers and makes the sexiest sounds I have ever heard. His hands tangle in my hair, nails digging into my scalp. Shit, fuck, Christ. I snake a hand down, rubbing him through the denim, as I suck on his ears.
“Trey, Trey, we have to, we have to…” He moans, “Stop.” His hands clutch my shoulders, urging me back.
“Wha,” I catch my breath. “What’s wrong.”
He looks down, and mutters to the seat.
“What?”
He gestures down at his crotch; he’s hard and leaking.
“Hey.” I tilt his chin up to meet my eyes. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” I take his hand and place it on my equally hard length. “See, same problem.”
“I, uh, I just,” He runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t think I’m ready for that, and the whole prospect of going around in wet jeans is not very appealing and, oh God, I must sound so juvenile. I just,”
I give him a light kiss. “It’s fine. I understand. We’ll stop.” Control, control. One day, though, I’m going to fuck his pretty mouth, and he’s going to love it.
He gives a sigh of relief.
“Let’s finish the movie.” We untangle ourselves, and focus our attention on the movie. Seth’s eyes dart over me like he wants to say something. I smile; I know what he wants. I stretch and put my arm around him. He snuggles into it, smiling.
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It’s been a week. I don’t think I can take his teasing any more. I brace a hand against the tile, letting the cool water rain down my back as I jerk off.
Granted, he’s one eager puppy, loves it with I spread out over him, pinning him to the bed, out mouths fused together. Cheeks flushed, swollen lips, damp curls clinging to his neck, those sounds he makes when I nip at his skin. Under polo shirts and wifebeaters lie my marks; a mixture of blues and purples along his torso. I once sneaked into his room in the middle of the night, and found him clad only in boxers, staring at his reflection, absently fingering the hickeys.
I moan, stroking faster. But every time, every-fucking-time, my hand strays south he backs away.
So fucking frustrating. I fist myself, almost to the point of it being painful.
I relax my grip, not any more. I’ve been patience, but enough was enough, I need to make him mine, he’s already halfway there.
A smile splits my face, and cum paints the wall.
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Tonight would do nicely. Kirsten had been called away to a conference in L.A., Sandy had decided to tag along. That only left Ryan.
Ryan, Seth, and I stood about the kitchen eating Chinese out of the container. Now, how
to get rid of the little brother.
“So, got any plans tonight little bro,” I ask casually.
He bites his lip. “Well, uh, I kind of made plans with…”
Together Seth and I cut him off, “the ‘not girlfriend?’”
“Yeah, she’s pretty upset about…stuff…and I thought I’d stay the night over there. Ya know and talk with her.”
I quirk an eyebrow, sure “talk.” They may not be a couple, but it was obvious they were still fucking. I wonder what he sees in that toothpick. And here I thought I’d been a good role model.
“Yeah, she’s expecting me, so, yeah, later.”
I wag my fingers at his moving form. Perfect.
The kitchen is quiet, but I can almost make out the thudding of Seth’s heart. I catch his eye, and stalk to my prey.
“Thought he’d never leave.” I nuzzled his neck, the sensation causes him to loll his head back submissively. The action goes straight south.
Snaking an arm about his waist, I lift him onto the island. He loves to be manhandled, loves it when I position him, loves to be my plaything.
His legs twine around my waist, pulling me closer. Cupping his ass, I lift him up, his legs clasp tighter, and I move to the stairs. Our tongues explore wet caverns, swaying to the steady lull of our pulses.
Together we fall on to his bed. Our shirts flung onto the floor. I rise to my forearms and look. Fucking gorgeous. Time to take what’s mine. I trail kisses down his torso, stopping to at his belly button; I suck it into my mouth.
My hand touches his fly. He jerks up, wide eye.
“Shuu,” I soothe. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” I unzip him, and can’t suppress a grin at the superman shorts he’s wearing.
“No, no, I can’t.” And he’s rolls out, feet on the floor, head in hands.
“Seth,” I reach over and touch his shoulder, shit he’s crying Atwood, what have you gotten yourself into. “Are, are you a virgin?”
He gives a hard snort of laughter, shaking his head. ‘No, Summer ‘n’ I’ve had sex before.”
“Then what’s wrong? I’m not gonna fuck you if that’s what you’re thinking, just a blowjob.”
“She, uh, she never, ya know, went down, it was mostly, wam bam.” He slaps his hands together.
“Trust me, you’ll like it.” I nibble his ear.
“I, uh, I thought so, I mean, I know I’d like it, cuz it was you, and it’s just that…” His babbling stops when I put a finger to his mouth.
“Then what’s the problem?” I go, once more, in for the kill. I brush my fingertips over his boxers.
He jerks up. “I just, I can’t, God, you must think I’m some cock tease.” He paces.
I curb my annoyance, catching his wrist. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispers, hand sifting through my hair.
“You won’t,” I insist. What’s so fucking bad about a fucking blowjob?
Closing his eyes, I see a droplet escape, as he removes the last articles of clothing.
Shit.
My eyes soften and my throat goes dry. I can’t find the words.
“I knew…fucking…I knew…it’s why…God,” Seth rasps, scrubbing tears away. He pivots, shaking as he tugs up material.
Dropping to the floor, I walk on my knees circling around to him. His hands tremble, and there are tear tracks on pale cheeks.
I ghost my lips off the silver scars that mar his perfect skin. His hands card through my hair, scratching softly.
I open my mouth, and give each small imperfection a lick. His breath hitches, this time not from sobs. I move from one thigh to the other, tracing them with my tongue. A million thoughts rush about, were they self-inflicted? They had to be. If they weren’t I’d kill whoever dared mark my boy.
My boy, yeah, Seth is my boy now. I push my lips to his leaking dick and press down, while my right hand goes to my own.
We end up back on the bed afterwards.
Seth’s eyes are as sleepy and satisfied as the rest of him. He snuggles into my chest, rubbing his nose over my left pec. Part of me wants to question him, demand an answer. I brush a lock of hair, and I can’t. Fuck, what this kid does to me.
“You’re like a cat,” I tell him.
He purrs, giving my nipple a short lick. I groan, feeling my dick rise again.
“You’re a kitten,” I tell him, rolling on to him, letting him feel my weight. “My kitten.” His cock twitches. Oh, someone likes that. “Do you like it?” I murmur into his ear. “Like being my Kitten?” He whimpers, hips jerking up.
I pump my hips, feeling him wither under me. I snake a hand between us rubbing our cocks together; he lets loose a moan.
“Wait.” I stop, leaning forward to hear him. “Iwannasuckyou,” he mutters into my chest.
I nearly come. Instead, I fall to the side, cocking a knee. Wordlessly, he crawls down, eyes focused on my leaking member. Sitting cross-legged between my thighs, he brings a hand up and gently nudges the foreskin, slipping a finger under it. His other hand goes to his own circumcised one. Comparing the two, in avid detail.
Glancing up through curly eyelashes, he lowers his head to lick a drop of pre-cum away. He rises to his knees, running tongue over lips, as if deciding if he liked it. A Cheshire cat grin graces his face, as he squirms down to finish the job.
“Kitten, God, Kitten, just like that, watch your teeth, there you go.”
I resist the urge to buck, Kitten isn’t ready for that yet.
Seth continues his ministrations, and my balls tighten.
“Kitten, Kitten, gonna come.”
Cum shoots, and Seth sputters after the first mouthful. I look down at him, coughing, with cum splattered face and grinning widely. I yank him upwards, positioning him under me, as I kiss him thoroughly, then wipe his face with my tongue.
I heave myself up, and he makes noises of protest. But I merely pull the forgotten blanket up, before settling back down.
“Night, Kitten,” I say, nuzzling his neck.
He mews happily. Tomorrow, I yawn, yes tomorrow I’d ask him about the scars.
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Something flutters against my side I twist away from it. Fucking sleeping. There it is again, my side lurches inward.
My pillow shakes, and light laughter sings in my ear.
“Someone’s ticklish,” taunts the voice, and the teasing fingers are back.
I lift myself up from my human pillow, and glare down at him. He smiles, tongue between teeth.
I smirk and without warning dive fingers into his sides. He howls with laughter, wriggling about.
“I concede, I concede,” he announces breathlessly. “Uncle, uncle.”
“Do you really?” I question playfully as I poke him again. I roll off him and lay on my side looking at him.
“Yes, yes, I do, I do.”
Lust wraps about me. No, not yet. We have to talk.
I kiss his forehead. “We’ll play in a minute, but first, we have to talk.”
The playfulness is gone in a blink, and he goes rigid.
“Seth.” He scoots to the edge of the bed, sitting, back to me.
“Kitten,” I try again, leaving my place, and going to him. I embrace him from behind. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t do it much.” He rests his head on my shoulder. “Just sometimes I need to feel.” His eyes find mine. He looks so lost.
Deftly, I lift him up and turn him around, so that he’s straddling me. He wastes no time, and buries his nose in my neck, clinging to me. What is it with this boy? I want to keep him safe, protect him.
“I’ll make you feel,” my voice is harsh and he trembles against me. I rock my hips, and twin erections awaken, met, and grind. He gasps, arms winding tighter, clutching my neck. Legs locking about my waist. I need more, I want him closer, I want him riding my cock, instead of this, humping. One day he will be, but for now, I’ll settle for this.
Moaning deeply, cum splashes my chest, the sensation brings about my orgasm. Seth loosens his grip on my neck and waist, and arranges himself on my lap, curling into an egg shape.
I cradle him, slipping an arm under his knees.
“Kit, Kit.” I rock him. He hums, mouth blowing over my nipple. It hardens. “We need to clean up.”
I surge to my feet and carry my pet into the bathroom. Placing him on the counter, I take a seat on the toilet, and I turn my attention to the tub, filling it with hot water.
I remember the early letters from Ryan when he’d talk about the Cohens and how Seth chattered continuously. But it’s not the case, well, not around me that is. Is it trust? Fear? I know it’s not nervousness.
I tilt my head back to see him, naked, absently swinging his legs, singing softly to himself. All my life I’ve had to watch my back, my brother’s, and my friends’. Never have I seen someone so utterly content with life, and so at ease with me that he can sit there like a child of eight.
He catches my eye and ducks his head. My throat constricts; air cut off for a second.
His hand runs along my cheekbone, cupping, pulling me closer. I raise my arms and he hops off the counter, faithful I will catch him. I do. He amazes me; he’s put more trust in me than my mother and brother combined ever have.
The water rises, soon it will flood. I move him to the bathtub. He makes happy sounds as he wiggles on the bottom of it.
“Scoot up,” I tell him.
He blinks, but does so.
I settle behind him, savoring the moment. He sighs blissfully, running his nose between my pecs. I wrap my arms about him and he tilts his head back to me my mouth. Slow, lazy kisses commence.
“Seth! Seth!” Shouts a voice, followed by the slamming of the front door, and thudding of feet on stairs.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Seth leaps up, grabbing a towel. He hurries from the room, never stopping his mantra. My boxers and clothes fly into the bathroom, before he slams it.
“Seth, Seth.” Ryan pounds on the door, “Are you there?”
“’M right here.” I can here Seth outside the door.
“If you’re here, than…oh Trey, you in there?”
“What didja ya want? I’m in the tub,” I call.
“Something wrong with the pool house?”
“No, um, there’s only a shower there,” Seth picks up. “Trey wanted to take a bath, so I told him to use my bath, personally I like the shower better, but yeah to each his own, probably something to do with prison and stuff, and yeah again with the shutting up.” I let out a low chuckle, wow, what a little bull shitter, and did he even breathe during the spew of BS?
“So, yeah man, what’s with the excitement?” He switches gears effortlessly.
I hear something about Ry’s twig of a not girlfriend as they leave.
I wish Ryan hadn’t been so blatant with his return, wish he’d walked in on us earlier with my boy straddling me, my cum filling the dips of his stomach.
I would give anything to see his face.
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Seth introduces me to Alex. I’m shocked to learn he has a job. Here I thought daddy dearest paid for everything. He cajoles her into hiring me, and just like that, I get myself a job. During the day, its manual labor and at nights I would be a bouncer.
Listening to him use that pretty mouth of his makes me want to use my own. I wait ‘til Alex wanders off to yell at some musician, then shove Seth into the Men’s Room. I force my fingers into his mouth, letting him suck on them, to muffle his moans. His tongue dances over the digits, while I find something better to suck on.
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I trudge up the long driveway, soaking up the late afternoon sun and enjoying the pleasant burn of worked muscles. After two hours of hauling equipment, I’m ready to relax, have a cigarette and a Seth.
Laughter from the living room. Following the sound, I see them.
Fire burns, raging through me. Ryan’s sitting on Seth. Sitting on my boy, one hand holding the struggling boy’s, other fingers tickling him mercifully. Seth squirming under him, attempting to stop him. I fight the urge to pluck my little brother off of him, and throw him into a wall. Seth is mine.
He spies me first, laughter stops abruptly.
“Uh, Ryan…off.”
“After what you said? I don’t think so.”
Seth nods in my direction, Ryan cocks his head to the side.
“Oh, hey Trey,” he says rolling off.
“Seth,” I bark. His head snaps up. “I finished your CD’s,” I lie smoothly, years of practice. “You want them back?” I start for the back door.
“Yeah.” He scrambles up. “Be back in a minute,” he tells Ryan.
My hand moves up to his neck and when he opens the door, I push him into my living space. Stumbling slightly, he manages not to fall. I close and lock the door. I turn, letting the anger show in my eyes. I shove him flush into the wall.
“What the fuck was that?” I snarl in his face, pinning him to the wall.
“We, uh, we,” he sputters, “were just screwing around.”
My eyes narrow, nostrils flair, his eyes drop to admire his socks. My fingers press into his arms. Want to leave bruises.
“You,” I growl. “Are.” I bite his ear, causing him to yelp. “Mine.” I bite again.
“This is mine,” I trace his neck with my nail.
“These are mine.” I force his lips apart, using tongue and teeth.
I squeeze his crotch. “And this?” I question harshly.
“Yours, yours,” he sobs.
I force him to his knees, withdraw my leaking penis, and shove it into his mouth. He complies, tongue swirling about the tip, slipping into the slit. He bobs back and forth giving me pleasure. I weave my hand into his curls.
“Hold still.” I buck my hips, moving myself in and out, fucking his face.
I look down at him, and the setting sun plays over his skin, highlighting damp streams. I stumble backwards, he collapses gasping for air.
"Seth..."
He wearily gets up, his eyes blazing with liquid and fury, a line of red travels down his chin. Vivid against his pale face.
"I'm not your whore," he spits, exiting.
Blood oozes from my knuckles, as I pound the wall.
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He’s been avoiding me for the past week. No more winks behind people’s back, or stolen kisses at the Bait Shop.
Damn it. I run my hand through my hair. Okay, that’s it. I root around on the floor for my black wifebeater; the one that’s too small by just enough. Seth can’t resist it.
I stroll into the main house and take the stairs at a faster than normal stride. I reach for the doorknob. It opens, and the midget runs into me.
She cranes her neck upwards. “Whoa, sorry, Trey, right?” Her face is flushed, and her hair is mused. I’m not stupid. Sidestepping me, she heads down the stairs. I step away from the door.
I open my fist, I hadn’t even noticed that it was clenched. Bloody crescent moons line my palm. I see red, in both senses. I want to kick down the door, demand an explanation, call him a whore or a slut, but most of all, I want him back. Damn it, I broke my rules. I started to care for him, now look where it’s gotten me.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
My teeth hurt from biting down. Seth walks out.
He meets my eyes, defiantly, daring me to react.
I stretch out a finger to brush his cheek, words have always failed me. Flinching, he presses against the doorframe. I drop my hand. I did this.
I start for the stairs, then pause. Tie up the loose ends. “Promise me you won’t…hurt yourself.” Eyelids roll down, locking away emotions. If he started doing it again, I don’t think I could deal with it. I’d rather slash my own wrists than see more silver scars. My feet start moving again.
“Tr…Trey,” I halt, pivot to face him. His eyes are soft with moisture, and he’s running a hand over his arm as if he’s cold.
“Summer and Zach got into a fight, she needed a shoulder.” I feel the knot in my stomach untie. I bob my head once then turn.
A slender, cool hand touches my elbow. Stopping, I hold my breath. He tugs gently, and I follow him back into his room.
The bed groans when I sit down.
Sucking in air I begin, “Seth…”
“No talking,” he cuts me off. I close my mouth. “I’m going to talk, without you saying a fucking thing, then, when I’m done, you can have a go, got it?”
I nod.
“First thing, I’m not a fucking possession.” He paces in front of me, hands waving.
“Okay, so maybe sometimes, I like it when you go all cavemanish on me, but not like that. If you ever treat me like that again, we’re done for good, understand?”
I nod.
“Second thing, Ryan is my best friend. We do things together, never has it ever been sexual in any way, shape, or form.”
“Not that you didn’t…” my mouth shoots off before I can stop it.
Seth’s eyes go wide then become slits. “Get out,” his voice is low and deadly.
“Seth, I’m sorry please,” I plea. “One more chance, no talking I swear.”
He sighs. “Fine, last chance. Once, I did have feelings for him, but not anymore, ok?”
I nod.
“I want you to know you can trust me. And I want to be able to trust you.” He stands in front of me, rubbing my cheek.
I nod.
“Kneel, hands behind your back.”
I comply.
He cups my neck, tilting my head up. “Ask.”
“Forgive me.”
“For?”
“Being a possessive asshole to his boyfriend who deserves someone so much better.”
His lips quirk up briefly.
“And?”
“I swear I’ll never treat you like that again.”
“I accept.” Leaning down, he touches our lips together in a short chaste kiss.
He straightens. “You can stand up now.”
As soon as I’m up, Seth’s in my arms, hands finding refuge in my hair, lips reacquainting themselves. Oh, God, I’ve missed this. I lift him up, in an effort to gain more access to his intoxicating lips. Out tongues twist together in a tango, and his legs fasten about my waist. One hand kneads his ass, and the other I work up his shirt in a desperate search for more skin.
His hands are on my face, his fingers caressing my stubble.
“What the fuck?”
“Um, man, we were, just, uh,” Seth stutters as he slides down me. I know if I turn, I’ll be looking into Ryan’s disappointed eyes. Ironic, if I think about it, only weeks ago I wanted Ryan to find out, wanted to hurt him for getting all of this. I turn and face my brother.
His face is a collage of confusion, anger, and shock.
“It’s not what it looks like. I mean it is, but its not,” Seth babbles.
“It looks like you were making out with my fucking brother,” Ryan snaps.
“Exactly,” I confirm, moving behind Seth, I lasso my arms about his torso. Mine. “Now, we were in the middle of something.”
“Trey,” annoyance edges Seth’s voice. “Not now.” He unhooks my hands, and steps towards Ryan. “Ryan, this doesn’t change anything, ok?”
“How long?” He demands.
“Since Summer and I broke up.”
Ryan comes between Seth and I; he glowers up at me. “You have a lot of fucking nerve.”
“Really?”
“I know what you’re up to, and if you think for one damn minute I’m gonna let you get away with it.”
‘And what am I doing?”
“You’re manipulating my best friend! Seth isn’t gay,” He declares.
“Really, tell that to his dick,” I rejoin.
“Trey!” I glance over at Seth’s face, shit he’s pissed. Out of the corner of my eye is a blur, I twist back, and pain blossoms over my cheek.
Without even thinking, I shove Ryan against the wall. The sound vibrates.
A cold hand runs down my back, wiping away the anger.
“Trey,” his voice is soft.
I release Ryan, his legs give out, and he collapses in a heap. Seth pulls me behind him.
“Ryan,” he begins, extending his hand to help him up.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he slaps the hand away. “Now I know Luke wasn’t lying about you being queer, but I never thought you were a slut.” He storms from the room.
Seth clutches himself, shivering from cold that had nothing to do with the temperature.
He bypasses my outstretched arm, and shuts himself in the bathroom.
I make myself comfortable, back to the door, and I wait.
The lock clicks after who knows how long. I scramble up to join my…boyfriend.
“Hey.” My throat is scratchy.
“Hey.” His eyes are red. He looks so young, sitting cross-legged on the counter.
How do I ask him? My eyes unwillingly dart about looking for a sign.
Wordlessly, he holds up a razor.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. It was clean. No blood.
I gently lift his legs, and settle between them. I wrap him up in a hug. I want to tell him that he still has me, but I know its not enough. He told me once how before Ryan he had nothing. And that that was the reason for the cutting.
“Thank you.” Seth leans over brushing a teasing kiss over my lips. I pick him out, setting him on the floor.
He takes my hand, leading me downstairs. At the bottom, he squeezes it, then releases it.
“Mom, Dad,” he calls.
“Kitchen,” Sandy answers.
“Um, I need to talk to you two.” He shifts from one foot to another.
“Shoot.”
“Well, um, you know how I’ve always liked cinnamon gum? I decided I don’t really, I mean I still like it, I mean its ok ‘n all I guess, I can always go back but for the time being I think I prefer something more minty.”
Sandy and Kristen give each other the ‘well he’s your son’ look, complete with gestures and up eyebrows.
“Seth, what are you…” Kristen starts.
“I’m gay,” he blurts out, “or maybe bi, yeah, probably that one, ‘cuz, seriously Wonder Women still does wonders for me,” he gives a shaky, forced laugh.” But yeah, right, now, defiantly, with the gay thing. I don’t want you to worry, Trey’s really cool and nice, and he’s…”
“Trey?” The parents eye me.
I met their eyes, showing them I’m serious.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” demands Sandy, finger pointed. “I let you into my house, I give you my trust, and what do you do? “ His voice gets louder. “Take advantage of my son!”
“Dad, he didn’t.” Seth steps between us.
“Come on, Honey, let’s leave them alone.” Kristen tugs on Seth’s arm, he shrugs her off.
“I want you out of my house, and if you ever come near my son again, I’ll charge you with endangering a minor and rape.”
“Dad, please, we haven’t even had sex, and even if we had, it wouldn’t be, I’d want it.” Seth is so sexy when he’s defending me.
“Seth, you’re confused, it’s understandable.”
“I’m not, gods, I thought you’d take this better, we live in California.”
“Seth,” his mother’s voice is gently, “this has nothing to do with you being…ga…bi. It’s the fact that Trey is so much older than you. If it were, say, Ryan, or Luke, it would be different.”
“Luke? Please, granted he’s a lot cooler than before, but you’re talking about a guy who made me miserable for years, and Ryan’s my brother, and I’m so not into the incestness, plus he’s only 21,” argues Seth.
“And you’re 17.” Her voice is firm.
Sandy is still glaring at me. Seth’s lucky; his parents are worried about him. Sure, this sucks for our relationship, but still.
“I’ll get my stuff,” I concede, trudging to the backdoor.
“Trey,” Seth calls.
“Let him go.” Kristen.
“It’s for the best.” Sandy.
“Let go, damn it I want to say good…” The door closes and I can’t hear anymore.
Everything’s packed, like I had a lot anyways. Something’s stuck in my throat and no matter how much I swallow it won’t go away.
Someone opens the door. I look up. Seth.
“I shouldn’t’ve told them.”
“Would you have rather Ryan told them?”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I walk over to him and pull him into a hug.
“Kitten,” I murmur into his ear, he shakes. I rub my hands soothingly down his back.
“I graduate in a few months, and then, college,” he whispers.
“I could get a job down in Berkley.” He jerks his head up.
“Really?” His eyes are so full and bright, and tears are leaking from the corners. I lean down and brush the kisses away.
“Yeah.”
Snaking his arms up, he cups my neck and locks our lips. Long moments of Seth. He sucks on my bottom lip, and bites slightly. I wrap my arms tighter about him, and stick my hand in his pants to fondle his ass. I could stay forever like this.
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I haven’t seen him in three months. After our long goodbye, we separated. I moved down here, Berkley, and Seth stayed to deal with parents and Ryan. Every Thursday we talk, I grin, he sure has come to love phone sex. We e-mail constantly, and I can’t wait until he finally moves here. School starts in a month. I think I’m going to die from sexual frustration.
This is the longest I’ve gone without sexual contact since I was 13. What I do for my boy. Sigh. I idly stroke my chest, I close my eyes and see pale fingers and white teeth. Slowly, I make my way down.
“Mm…Seth,” I breathe fisting my aching cock.
“Yeah?”
I jerk up, and he’s there, I drink him in, a duffel bag lies at his feet. He looks the same, ‘cept for the hair, it’s a bit longer. Toeing off his flip-flops, he sashays over to the couch. I can’t move. This can’t be real. Seth can’t be standing here, weeks before his due date.
A hand slides down my cheek, and I press against it. Real. Not a dream.
He takes a seat next to me.
I lean out foreheads together and inhale sunshine and salt. Then his lips are on mine and we’re falling. I nudge a knee between his thighs, and wrap my hands in his shirt. His hands find my hair and he sifts through it. I lay over him, pinning him to my couch from Resale. The cushions engulf him.
In the background, Frou Frou’s Must be Dreaming, plays on repeat. Seth and his weird British music.
We have all the time in the world. I take the time to explore his mouth, running my tongue over his, tasting coffee and mints. I suck on his tongue, extracting all flavors, and he responds by nipping my bottom lip.
How long has it been? Hours? Minutes? I rest my head on his shoulder, and he continues his ministrations on my hair. I’d imaged this moment in so many ways, but never had it been so tender and soft.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” It’s the first time he’s spoken since “Yeah?”
I raise myself on my arms to study him. Swollen lips, flushed face, lust-filled eyes. My dick stirs and he grins, little shit.
He takes a gulp of air. “I’m ready, I want to.” He chews his lips.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. I peck his lips, before rising to my feet. He struggles up, sofa refusing to let him go.
On his feet, he wobbles, I catch him.
“Foot’s asleep,” he explains.
I lift him up and he laughs.
“What?”
“You love being the man.”
“Last I check we’re both men, unless you had some kind of surgery.”
“No, I mean, you love to pick me up.”
“Never heard you complain.”
“I’m not.” He grins. “Just an observation.” He wiggles in my arms, so I throw him over my shoulder and fireman carry him to the bed. Stilling laughing on the bed, I can’t help but chuckle with him.
I cover his smile with my own, as I ease him out of his clothes. I strip as well.
“Shit,” I mutter, “condoms, be right back.” I run to the bathroom. I grab my unopened box, along with a tube KY.
At the doorway I see him, stretching, back arched, arms flung over head. God, he’s beautiful.
“Just going to stand there?” He teases.
I jump on to the bed, aiming for the space next to him. On the second bounce I’m on top of him, lips once again together. This time though, the kisses are hot and fierce, tongue and teeth. I nibble down his torso, stopping at his right nipple. Oh sweet mother, he pierced it. A small silver hoop is threaded through it. I slip the ring on my pinky and tug gently. He coos and withers.
Oh, I’m going to have fun with that, but right now, I’m a man on a mission. He’s hard and weeping, I lick the head and he shudders, I suck his length and his hands dig into my scalp.
He mutters incoherent things. He pulls roughly on my hair and I look up.
“Now.”
I bob my head.
I rub lube on my hands, warming it up. I return to his dick, this time placing whispering kisses over it, while I slip a finger in him. He tenses for a second, before relaxing. Lovingly, I add another finger, then a third. My middle finger brushes his sweet spot and he howls.
I tug the condom on and coat it with more lube. I start to roll him over, but his hand shoots out.
“No, wanna see you.”
I drape his legs over my shoulder, line up cock, and press. He claws at my back, leaving trails of pleasure pain. I attack his mouth as I take him deeper.
Tight…hot…fucking…damn.
He shouts into my mouth and cum sticks us together, as my own fills the latex. I inch out of him, trying to cause as little pain as possible.
He curls up around me.
“Kitten.”
He purrs and buries his nose in my shoulder.
Never letting him go, never. I drift off, content for the first time in months.