by Cole Bates
“What the fuck Alex? What are you doing? Turn that shit off!” I sat the hose down and it went crazy across the floor and I listened to him cuss me as I got it turned off. “What the fuck was that?” He was sitting up on the floor now, soaking wet. If I wasn’t afraid he’d kill me I would have laughed. He still had vomit and straw stuck to the side of his face and the look in his blue eyes was comical.
“Mom’s coming to get us. I needed you awake.”
“What? Linda’s coming here, now?”
“Don’t worry, your friends won’t see her. She’s driving up to the side of the barn, we’ll slip in the car and be out of here.”
He put his head in his hands and groaned. “Shit. Damn it! Dad’s going to kick my ass.”
“No, he’s not home.”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “And you don’t think Linda will tell him the first chance she gets?”
“She’s coming all the way out here at one o’clock in the morning to save your drunk ass so give her some credit.” I went over next to him and held out my arm. He looked at it like it was going to burn him if he touched it. “Come on, let me help you up, or do you want me to go find Scott?”
He narrowed his eyes at me but finally took my arm and held onto me while he struggled to his feet. Damn, he’s heavy. I helped him over to the side door of the garage and made him sit on a hay bale while we waited for Mom. He tried to go back to sleep a few times and I’d catch his big head as it fell sideways and push it back up each time he did. He was shooting daggers at me out of his eyes but he’d at least stopped cussing me out. When Mom finally got there we loaded him in the backseat of the SUV and before I’d even gone around and got in the front passenger seat he was snoring again. Mom wrinkled her nose when I closed my door and said, “He stinks.”
I laughed. “Yeah, he’s covered in vomit. I’ll clean your car tomorrow, Mom. I really appreciate this.” She glanced back at Ryan and said,
“I hope he appreciates you.”
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An hour later I was in my room. Ryan had grumbled about waking up and getting into the shower but Mom convinced him that he didn’t want to be covered in vomit if Marty was the one that happened to wake him up in the morning. I finally heard him get out and slam the door to his room and I got in. Now I was in my room in my boxers, looking for a clean t-shirt. It was almost three in the morning and I was exhausted.
“Hey.” The door between the bathroom and my room was pushed open suddenly and Ryan stood there shirtless and in a pair of basketball shorts.
“Hey. I thought you were passed out again.”
He came over toward me and I was surprised when he sat down on the edge of my bed. “I can’t sleep.”
“You must have gotten too much on the floor of the barn.”
“I’m sorry Alex, is Linda pissed?”
“No. You’ll probably get a lecture from her about alcohol, but she’s glad we didn’t drive.”
“Is my car out there?”
“It’s out here in our driveway. I don’t know how you got to the party.”
“I rode out with one of the guys…I think. I’m sorry they ruined your rehearsal. I tried to stop them but,” He shrugged. “I guess I should have tried harder.” I sat down next to him.
“I saw you try and stop them. I saw you punch Scott in the face. You did what you could. Any harder and Scott would be in the hospital right now.” He winced and that regret no matter how small told me he does have a conscience. I also know he has to be thinking about what the repercussions of that will be when everyone sobers up. I doubt that they will go easy on him at all. I took in another breath and said, “Thank you, Ryan. It meant a lot.”
He looked at me like he was surprised and then he smiled and said, “Thank you for not leaving me on the floor of that barn.”
“It’s what family does, they take care of each other always, no matter what.”
His blue eyes fell to my lips then and I had to consciously control a shudder. He stared at them for way too long. What is he doing? “What’s it like?” he whispered.
“What?” He looked into my eyes again like he just realized he’d said that out loud. His eyes are so pretty that I almost lost my train of thought. “What’s what like?” I asked him.
“Kissing a guy,” he whispered again. “What’s it like? Is it different from kissing a girl or is it about the same? Is it better or worse?”
This was a weird conversation, but I was pretty sure he must still be a little drunk so I would tread lightly. I honestly said, “I’ve never kissed a girl, so I don’t have anything to compare it…” My words were cut off by his lips. Jesus Christ, they’re soft. He’s kissing me. For a second I lost myself in that kiss and in him. I let my own lips part and let him slide his hot tongue into my mouth. He tasted like peppermint toothpaste and he used that tongue to probe every inch of my mouth like he was looking for something. He waited until we were both gasping for breath before finally pulling back. When he did he looked into my eyes like he had another question. I’m sure my own face was a jumble of confusion. What the hell just happened and what was supposed to happen now? He spoke first, thank God, because I still felt like I would choke on my words if I tried.
“It’s better,” he said without question. That did it for me. If he had insulted that kiss or said something about it being better with a girl, I would have let it go. But he didn’t and suddenly I had those thoughts again that I should not have about my step-brother. My body won out over my heart, though, as usual. I went back in for another kiss I didn’t even care if he punched me in the face at that point. He didn’t punch me, though. He kissed me back and while he kissed me, this time, his big hands caressed my hair and my back. I haven’t kissed many men, but this one was absolutely the hottest.
I put my hands on his chest and felt those hard lines that I’d tried for years not to fantasize about. I almost saw myself with some sort of victim fetish for a while when I couldn’t do anything around the house without staring at him. He just looks so good, and damn he felt good too. He was hard as a rock but pliant at the same time. I lost my head for a second and grabbed his nipples between the fingers of both of my hands and twisted them. He moaned into my mouth and then he did something that threatened to make my head explode. He reached up and took one of them and moved it down to his shorts. He held onto my hand while he pushed the wide leg up and suddenly I was touching his long, thick, rock hard cock. I pulled out of the kiss and looked at his face again. Did he really want this? Is he still drunk? He must have seen the question in my eyes because he gave me a little nod. I started moving my hand up and down and he leaned back on his arms and let his head fall back. This was fucking surreal. I had Ryan’s cock in my hand and it was hot and throbbing. He wanted me. Jesus Christ, Ryan is gay too? How did I miss that?
I forced myself to stop the questions for now before I ruin this, and I slid off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I let go of his cock and put my hands on the elastic waistband of those shorts while I looked up at his face. We were completely communicating by look and touch now. He lifted his butt up off the bed without hesitation and I slid them off. His big cock was completely exposed to me now and it was as beautiful as the rest of him. I took it back in my hand and cautiously leaned in and licked the silky bead of precum off the head. His body convulsed and he fell back on the bed. His hands went to my hair and he used them to give me a gentle push, urging me to take more of him, so I did. I slowly put my lips on the tip and slid them down around the head. He moaned as I sucked him all the way into my mouth slowly. I’d only done this once before so besides the fact that I was spun out because it was Ryan I was so new at this I wasn’t sure I was doing it right. Except that Ryan was moaning and gripping my hair and moving his hips in a steady rhythm. That was all good. I went as far down on the shaft of his cock as I could and sucked him hard and then I started bobbing my head up and down. He whispered my name and that egged me on as well. I used one of my ha
nds to stroke his balls as I sucked him and his moans told me that he liked it and I was doing okay.
After a bit, I slowly went back up and off his shaft and began to run my tongue from head to base and back as he writhed on the bed. As my tongue reached the tip of his head again I opened wide and let it slip back into my mouth where I decided that I liked it most. I reached a good fast pace and worked him faster, slowing down after a few minutes and working my mouth down to the base of his cock. The noises he was making now told me that he was overwhelmed with pleasure and that was turning me on more than anything. I held him as deep in my throat as I could for as long as I could and then I sucked again, faster and harder. He groaned and I felt his dick starting to swell. Just before he came I plunged all the way down on his cock and that was when I felt the hot, thick liquid explode into my mouth. He was whimpering as I worked the shaft until he was completely spent and his cock began to soften in my mouth. I let it slide out and then I looked up at his face. He still had his eyes closed and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head. I was so afraid that he was going to regret this and be angry. I was afraid he would try and accuse me of seducing him. When he opened his sexy green eyes at last he smiled, that was a relief.
Chapter Twelve
Ryan
I woke up to pounding in my head…or maybe that was on the door… “Ryan!” Shit. Yeah, it was the door. Dad was banging on my bedroom door and my head was pounding hard each time his knuckles struck the wood.
“Yeah, Dad! Just a second.” The sound of my own voice in my head hurt. My mouth was as dry as an old bone that had been buried for decades and I had to pee like a fucking race horse. I closed my eyes again.
“Ryan Allen Reed!” Fuck.
“Yeah Dad, I’m coming.” Coming…shit…Fuck! Alex gave me a blow job last night. Did he? Did I dream that? I pulled the covers back. I had on a pair of gray basketball shorts. They were all twisted around my waist and they had white come stains on them. Oh shit. I jumped up and went over to the door. I cracked it open and looked out at my dad.
“It’s almost noon. You were supposed to mow that back lawn today.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. Um, I’m going to jump in the shower and I’ll be right down.”
“You’re going to shower before you do yard work?”
“Yeah, just to wake up. I’ll be right down.” I closed the door and leaned into it. Shit. Oh my God, what did I do? What did we do?
I locked the bathroom door on Alex’s side and quickly got into the shower. The whole time I was showering I had to force myself to think of other things besides Alex’s lips on mine and his hot mouth on my cock. The second I pictured those sexy eyes looking up at me while he licked the shaft my cock was engorged. I had to turn the water to cold and picture Mr. Fritz’s face to get it to go down. Damn it.
Once I was dressed I went downstairs to the kitchen. Linda was at the counter chopping something, Dad was at the table reading the paper and Alex was across from him eating breakfast. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him. My first impulse was to run back upstairs. My head was screaming at me to retreat, but that would just look suspicious to everyone and I would die if anyone knew what we did last night. I’d absolutely die. Alex looked up and smiled at me. He’s so good. Just one of those people that exude goodness out of his pores. That makes falling for him and knowing I can’t have him that much harder. I don’t want to hurt him, but making a choice to do anything except not repeat last night ever would be to ruin my life. I gave him a chin nod and went over to the refrigerator. I pulled out the carton of orange juice, opened it and took a long swig. When I lowered the carton Linda was looking at me like I’d lost my mind. “What are you doing? Get a glass.” I winked at her and sat the carton on the cabinet.
“Sure. What’s for breakfast?”
“It’s noon,” My dad grumbled.
“I left you a plate in the microwave,” Linda said.
“Thanks,” I winked at her again. She raised an eyebrow at me and went back to chopping her vegetables. I heated the plate in the microwave and took it over to the table, sitting next to my dad and across from Alex. “So how did the Giant’s do last night?” I asked my dad.
“They lost, again.”
“Damn, who pitched?” We talked about the game for fifteen minutes or so while I completely ignored Alex. When I was finally forced to look away from my dad I looked at Alex and said, “You ever been to a professional baseball game?”
“No.”
“You should go to one sometime, you’d love it.”
Alex raised an eyebrow and said, “Maybe when you’re in the major leagues, you can get us tickets.”
I forced a laugh and said, “Sure, hopefully, there will be enough left for Uncle Alex after the wife and kids get theirs.” My dad laughed.
“The wife and kids?”
“Well, someday,” I said.
“You’re such a player you can’t even keep a steady girlfriend. I wasn’t sure you’d ever consider marriage,” Dad said.
I shrugged. “It’s what a man does, right? You gotta play around while you can but someday I’m sure I’ll be ready to settle down. Although the idea of just one…” I had to remember Dad wasn’t the only one in the room. “Woman,” was the word I chose, “For the rest of my life is a little hard to fathom.” I looked up at Alex as I said that and he was staring down at his plate. Linda had stopped what she was doing and she was looking at me.
“It’s different when you fall in love, Ryan,” she said. “You don’t even want anyone else.”
“Hard to imagine,” I said as I shoveled in a bite of eggs that already made me feel sick to my stomach, “But I’m sure the woman is out there somewhere that can tame me. I mean look at you, you tamed the old man.” I emphasized, “Woman” as I said it and looked at Alex again. He was looking at me now and there was hurt in his eyes. I felt like shit about that but at least it meant he was getting the message. What happened last night could not happen again, ever.
Alex left the kitchen first and I finished my breakfast and headed out back to start on the lawn. I got out the mower and gassed it up and started mowing the acre of lawn we call a backyard. It was almost eighty degrees and about half-way through I had to stop and take off my t-shirt and use it to mop the sweat out of my eyes and off my chest. I bent down to restart the mower and heard Alex’s voice.
“Hey.” I felt everything inside of me tense as I stood up and turned to look at him. He was standing there with a glass of iced tea in his hand. “Mom said to bring this to you.”
I reached for it and almost dropped it trying to make sure our fingers didn’t touch as I took it. I stood there and drank almost all of it in one gulp and then I handed it back to him, slapped him on the back and said, “Thanks, Bud.” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind and then turned and went back into the house. Maybe I had. Maybe I absolutely had lost my mind. Shit.
Chapter Thirteen
Alex
Ryan acted like a crazy person all day long Sunday. It was easy to see that his “Bud” and talking about women and marriage and slapping me on the back were all about him trying to reclaim his masculinity. He regretted what we did last night. I had foolishly let myself believe that the smile and the ruffle of my hair he’d given me before he went back to his room meant he was okay. I should have known that regret comes later, after all of the endorphins and adrenaline are gone.
By Monday he was acting more normally, ignoring me altogether. I decided that was a good thing. He wasn’t gay. He was probably just curious and we both got it out of our system and now we can move on…get back to normal. I didn’t see him at school all day and I stayed after to work on sets again. When I was cleaning up and shutting everything down I had to chastise myself as I caught my eyes searching the seats out in the audience hoping he’d waited for me again. I thought that I had convinced myself that he hadn’t but when I saw his car in the parking lot as soon as I walked out the auditorium door I felt a tickle i
n my belly. That lasted until I heard the sounds of male laughter and I turned and saw the baseball players coming out of the locker room. Ryan was in the center of them and they all came to a dead stop when they saw me. I didn’t have the desire or the energy to run from them so I just stood there and waited for whatever crap they were planning on giving me. Scott stepped forward. He had a bruise on the side of his face that I assume was from Ryan’s punch the other night. Ryan made eye contact with me and then I saw him put his hand on Scotts arm and say,
“Hey, I thought we were walking over to Mel’s.” Mel’s is an ice cream shop just across the street from the school.
“Yeah, we are,” Scott said, still bull-dogging me with his eyes. He winked and said, “See ya later Penny,” and then he blew me a kiss. As they walked away Ryan looked back at me and I gave him a little smile. He didn’t smile back but that’s okay, I understood, he was doing his best…as a step-brother. As I walked away I couldn’t help but wonder about Scott though. Not that I’d ever have any interest in the piece of shit, but maybe all of his teasing was really made up of latent homosexual tendencies of his own.
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Ryan got home around five and I was in my room. He knocked on the door and when I opened it he said, “You have time to help me with some of that homework?”
“Sure, come in.” I let him into my room and left the door open. That seemed to make him a little less nervous. I took out the file I kept all of his assignments in and we got to work. He wasn’t any more eager to do it than he had been and getting him to understand anything to do with math was like pulling teeth.