Their affair continued hot and heavy through the autumn and they alternated weekends together at each other’s apartments. Eventually Jon found his closet jammed with Kit’s clothes, and his bathroom filled with an extra razor, toothbrush, and Kit’s preferred toiletries. Not that he minded. It gave him a homey feeling. The only thing that was a big pain was the extra laundry.
Jon had told Helena that they’d met and liked each other, but with her sixth sense about anything to do with her son, she figured out almost immediately that there was something he wasn’t saying. Fortunately, she didn’t have a lot of scope to probe in email or texts. Jon felt badly about keeping this from her. Helena was more than his mother, she was his best friend, and he wanted to share his happiness with her.
When she and Arthur returned from their honeymoon, she phoned Jon and made a lunch date with him. “It’s been so long I’ve forgotten what you look like. Do you look like me or your father?”
“Just stop,” he said with a laugh.
“I’ll come by your place tomorrow around noon and we’ll do something intensely mother-son and catch up.”
He had to cancel his day with Kit, but Jon didn’t mind. He’d missed Helena and was thrilled to be able to see her again.
At about eleven-thirty, as he was getting ready that Saturday, the doorbell rang. “It’s me, darling!”
“You’re early.”
“Does that mean you won’t let me in?”
He buzzed her in. She looked wonderful. It was clear that Arthur made her happy. “Oh darling, I’ve missed you so much,” she said as she pulled him into a bone-cracking hug. “You look… happy.”
She was also much too perceptive.
“I am. I am. Work is good. I’m glad I decided to go for it.”
“Good. Have you done any writing?”
“Not really, no.” My free time is spent screwing my new brother. “But that kind of thing takes a while to gear up, doesn’t it?”
“Finish getting dressed, darling.”
He left her sitting in the living room. A few minutes later he heard her call, “I’m going to use your bathroom, Jon.”
He didn’t think anything of it until she came out and stood in the doorway of the bedroom, and said, “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“Ahhh, no?”
“If you’re not sure there’s a problem.”
“Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, but it just… happened. We didn’t mean it to. It happened before we met.”
“That would be a neat trick,” she said wryly. Then she figured out what he meant. “Oh Jon, you’re sleeping with Kit?”
He nodded. “I wanted to say something, but he’s afraid of what Arthur might think.”
Helena sat down on the bed. “He might be right. Arthur is bitterly disappointed that his only child is gay. He wanted grandchildren.” She smiled at him. “He won’t even have step-grandchildren.”
“Have you told him that I’m gay?”
“Yes. I don’t go about hiding you. I’m proud of who you are, and that means all that you are.”
Jon was, as always, ridiculously moved by his mother’s faith in him. “Well I’m proud of you too.”
“Thank you, darling. You about ready?”
Over lunch they discussed the situation. “I don’t honestly know what to do. I want to be more open about us,” Jon said. “I want to live with him.”
“It’s that serious?”
“For me it is. I think it is for him as well, though he’s very cautious. I’ve thought about just blowing our cover, but he’d never forgive me.”
“Bad move too, darling. Arthur won’t be won over by a blitz.”
“Will he be won over by anything?”
“I think he might. Let me work on it. You boys just come for Thanksgiving and leave the rest to me.”
Jon trusted his mother. She’d never let him down. If she said she could fix this, she would.
Kit wasn’t so sure. And he wasn’t at all happy that Jon had told Helena about their relationship. “She’s going to tell my father. Of course she is, she’s married to him.”
“Mom’s not stupid.”
“Yeah but she has no loyalty to me.”
“She does to me! Don’t piss me off about my mother, Kit. I mean it.”
Kit softened. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. My dad isn’t a monster, but I’ve turned the situation into something awful in my own head.”
“Yeah. You seem to think he’ll divorce Helena because you and I are sleeping together. If she’s that unimportant, then they shouldn’t be married.”
“It’s just… he’s so conservative.”
“Give Mom a chance?”
“Okay. Oh hell, I’m already halfway in love with her from the series. And if she’s anything like you, I won’t be able to deny her anything, even permission to tell Dad about us.”
Jon hugged him. “Thanksgiving is coming up. We have to present a united front no matter what happens.”
They drove up to Arthur’s mansion in the Hollywood Hills in Kit’s car. “We work together. Nobody will think anything of it.”
“You don’t have to make excuses, Kit.”
“I know.” He was silent for a while. “Jon, I don’t want you to think that he’s a bad man. He’s had disappointments in his life. But he never harangued me, never told me he was disappointed in me. He’s disappointed that his family didn’t turn out the way he’d hoped and planned.”
“Nobody’s does, Kit.” Jon thought of his own father now with a touch of regret. He wished he’d known him better. “If he loves you and Mom, it’s good enough for me. He doesn’t have to even like me.”
“He will though.”
And Kit seemed to be right about that. Arthur welcomed him warmly, and said several times that he was thrilled that Jon and Kit were friends. He asked Jon a million questions about his acting career, and then about how he was getting on at Blandings.
“I enjoy the work, sir. I like working with people.”
“Please call me Arthur.”
“He’s really good with people, Dad. I’ve watched him work, and he charms everyone.”
“Maybe he’s being under used,” Arthur said. Jon could see that the phrase had struck Kit funny, and he was trying not to laugh. Sometimes Kit had an inconveniently dirty mind. “I might steal him away and put him into our public relations department. We can always use people who are good at schmoozing the media.”
“Well I’d miss him, but I couldn’t object to a better job with higher pay, could I?”
When they went into dinner, Jon found himself seated beside Kit on one side of the long table. Arthur was at the head, and Helena opposite Kit on his right.
“I had this catered. I only had to warm it up, and I think I did it right,” Helena told them. “I didn’t want anyone else to work on Thanksgiving.
“Everything looks wonderful,” Kit told her. “Thank you for this.”
“It’s been a long time since Kit and I had a good Thanksgiving,” Arthur added. “I’m grateful that we can all be here together today. And,” he said, looking at Helena who smiled and nodded. “Helena and I have another reason to be thankful today. We’re going to be parents.”
“Dad! That’s tremendous.” Kit got up and kissed Helena’s cheek, then his father’s.
“I’m happy for you both,” Jon told them.
“We’re due in spring.”
“And I’m kind of hoping for a girl,” Arthur confessed. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Kit, but I think it would be wonderful to raise a little girl.”
They toasted the baby with sparkling apple juice since Helena was now completely off alcohol.
“So that’s why you didn’t have a cocktail at lunch the other day. You sly minx,” Jon said.
“I wanted to announce it to you both with Arthur’s help.” She took hold of her husband’s hand and squeezed it fondly. “So we’re not so very old after all,” she said happily.
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br /> “May you live to be a hundred and have a whole flock of little Carruthers together,” Jon toasted, and they all drank again.
Arthur carved the turkey, and the food was passed around. While they were eating, Arthur said, “Kit, Jon… forgive me if I’m being intrusive, but is there something you two want to say to us?”
Jon stared at Helena who was wide-eyed with surprise. She shook her head.
“I… uh…”
“Yes sir… Arthur, there is. But I suspect you’ve already guessed. How?”
“I’m not so very old, as Helena just pointed out, and I’m not blind. And then your mother has been talking a great deal about how proud we should both be of our sons, and how orientation doesn’t matter where love is concerned. I can still add two and two. How serious is it?”
“Very,” Kit said without a pause.
Arthur nodded. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about things, Kit. I handled it badly when you came out to me, and I’m sorry about that. I hope I can make it up to you by being happy for the two of you.”
“It’s… I… Thanks, Dad.”
“You going to make an honest man of him?”
Jon’s jaw dropped. Was Arthur really suggesting marriage?
“Um.”
“You can’t sit on the fence forever, son. When you see something you want, it’s up to you to work for it.”
“I made him work,” Helena told them. “Not too hard though.”
“Hard enough. I even watched that awful movie with the mad doctor who wanted to put Helena’s head on ice or… have I got that right?”
“I honestly don’t know, darling, I’ve never seen it the whole way through. But that was proof enough for me.”
“I don’t think I’ve seen that one yet,” Kit said, and in unison the other three said, “Don’t!”
After dinner they played board games for a few hours, talked, and had dessert and coffee. Jon was having a wonderful time. He’d loved being with his mother all those years when it was just the two of them for holidays, but this was different, better. It felt so much more permanent than her other marriages. It felt like a home and family.
When Kit helped Helena clear away the dessert dishes, Jon took the opportunity to talk to Arthur frankly. “I think you make my mother very happy. For that alone, I would love you. I hope we’ll get a chance to care about each other as family, though. I like the idea of having a real father.”
He saw tears start up in Arthur’s eyes, and was startled by the impulsive hug. “I love her so much, Jon. I never thought I’d love again.” He wiped his eyes. And for that alone, I’d love you as well. But yes, I’d like to be your proper father. I know it’s been hard for you not having one, though it seems to me that you’ve done well.”
“I had to take care of her. Couldn’t slack off and feel sorry for myself.”
Arthur hugged him again and slapped him on the back. “Good man.”
When they went off to bed later that night, Jon said to Kit, “I like him a lot.”
“Yeah, so do I. And your mom is just great. I love her to pieces. Y’know when we were in the kitchen, she said she knew she couldn’t replace my mother, but she was hoping she could be a friend at least.”
“And what did you say?”
“That having two mothers wasn’t a problem for me.”
“And she cried.”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“That’s Mom. She’s very tender-hearted. She will love you forever just for saying that.”
“How did you get on with Dad?”
“I think we’re down with this whole father son relationship thing. We’re good.”
“So we’re going to have a little brother or sister. I’m thrilled.”
“Same here.”
There was something hanging unsaid between them. Finally Jon just decided to raise the subject. “What Arthur said about making an honest man of me, it’s not… It’s kind of early for that.”
“You don’t want to marry me?”
“Yeah I do. But I don’t want us to make a mistake. We’ve only just started this relationship.” Then he thought what if Kit had wanted to make it all tidy and legal? He had a tidy mind after all. “Kit?”
“You’re right, of course. I don’t even know if it’s legal.”
Jon whuffed with relief. “I was worried there for a minute.”
“It’s not off the table.”
“No it’s not. I think it’s going to happen.”
“You know what else is going to happen?” Kit hooked a leg around Jon and rolled him onto his back. “You are going to be fucked legless my friend. And be thankful for it.”
Jon couldn’t stop grinning as Kit pushed his knees up to his chest and lubed his hole.
“Let me do you,” Jon said, reaching for the bottle. He squirted a line of lube the length of Kit’s cock, and with both hands he worked it from root to tip, swirling it around, stroking firmly, feeling the thick phallus swell in his hands. He loved the feel of Kit’s cock in his hands, his mouth, his ass. He loved the taste of it, the beauty of it. He had a photo of it on his phone he sometimes jacked off to when Kit wasn’t around to take care of Jon’s needs. Even looking at a picture of it got Jon hot.
But the reality was the best. The feel of Jon working the head into Jon’s body, and the long glide of the fat shaft moving deeper and deeper. Kit leaned on Jon’s folded legs and thrust strongly the length of his cock.
Jon worked his own cock while he watched Kit’s sliding in and out of him. He loved doing this face-to-face and being able to see Kit pumping his ass, watching as Kit would pull all the way out and rub his cock between Jon’s cheeks and across his perineum, up across his balls, to slide over Jon’s penis. That made Jon so hard it almost hurt. It was everything all in one, everything he loved, being fucked deep and the touch of Kit’s cock on his.
As they both got closer, Kit concentrated on the deep fuck, moving fast, while Jon stroked himself harder. Then Kit stopped and lowered himself onto Jon, wrapping his arms around Jon’s shoulders and pulling him into a kiss.
“Like this,” he whispered, mouth-to-mouth. “Just like this.” His hips were moving slowly in lazy circles. “I want to come kissing you, beautiful Jon.” He rubbed his nose gently against Jon’s. “I want us to share breath when we come. God, yes,” he whispered as Jon clenched around him.
“It feels like being one person,” Jon told him between soft kisses, raising his hips slightly to meet Kit’s shallow thrusts. And then he felt Kit moan and the hot release of cum inside him at the same moment. Kit came and came, his voice lost inside Jon, then he sagged, his head resting on Jon’s shoulder. With one lazy hand he pressed Jon’s cock against his own belly and stroked it with the flat of his hand from root to head, rubbing it against his lightly furred skin until Jon arched and climaxed, ejaculating onto both chests.
“I want this forever,” Kit said before he dozed off, cradled in Jon’s arms.
They woke the next morning and went down to breakfast together, holding hands. It felt good to Jon to be honest about his relationship with Kit. What felt even better was that when Arthur saw them, he smiled.
Later that afternoon, they were sitting outside, sharing one of the big loungers and enjoying a bit of sun, and Kit said, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Hm?”
“I think maybe Christmas might be long enough to be sure. Or New Year’s.”
“About us? We don’t know if it’s legal.”
“It is. I looked it up.”
“You did?”
“Smart phones are good for a lot of things. Legal information, sex positions…”
Jon snorted.
“But the thing is, if we’re married, you can’t work as a receptionist.”
“I want to work, Kit. Everyone needs to work.”
“That’s another reason why I love you. You’re marrying into this family and you’re determined to keep your job. The way I see it, though, is you work for me
in some other position, or for Dad. Either way we’d still see each other every day at work.”
“Which would be nice.”
“Or you go on with your acting career.”
“You mean you’d subsidize it.”
“Basically, yeah.”
“I dunno, Kit. Maybe it’s not for me.”
“Back burner?”
“Pretty much, yeah. I like the idea of working in the building.”
“Okay, then we’ll find a position for you.”
“You always find the right positions for me,” Jon said. He patted Kit’s groin. “What time does the party start tonight?”
“Not until eight.”
“So we have a few hours to kill, right?”
Kit unfolded and stood up. “I just remembered something that needs doing upstairs.”
“Funny, I just remembered the same thing.”
On the way through the house they ran into one of the neighbors and Kit had to stop to say hello. He introduced Jon. “This is my new step-brother, Helena’s son, Jon.”
Oh yeah, the whole brother thing still gave Jon a tingle. As soon as they could get away, they raced upstairs to their bedroom.
“Do me a favor will you?” he said to Kit.
“Anything.”
“Call me brother sometimes when we’re fucking.”
Kit’s eyes lit up. “I thought you’d never ask, brother.”
--THE END--
Old Friends
Lea hosts a reunion for some of her high school pals every five years. At their ten year reunion, she rekindles her close friendship with Jared, her best friend from a decade before. They reminisce long after their friends are gone, trading juicy tidbits of their life stories over wine and cheese.
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But then the topic turns to truth or dare, and Jared and Lea are suddenly dealing with the sprouting of unspoken desires seeded long ago. Truth leads them down a dangerously heated path, and they get closer than they'd ever dared to before. Can Lea keep up with Jared? And where will their night of passion lead them?''
The rest of their former classmates had filtered out of Lea's sprawling home and shuffled into their cars as the first fluffy snowflakes started to kiss the ground. 28 was just old enough for them to be cautious (most of them; at least one had clambered behind the wheel with a woman who was definitely not his wife) and some of them had driven as many as eight hours. They wanted to be in a hotel, not sleeping two to a twin bed in a room normally used for storage, when the heavy snow fell. Eventually, it was just Lea and Jared, who had spent the evening reigniting their close friendship over drinks and grilled burgers. They talked about careers, family, and vacations as they loaded the dishwashers, circling around topics before darting into intimate territory and retreating, like testing the waters in a pool. They had one of those uniquely elastic friendships that ran seamlessly from one state to the next, always recovering after an absence as though no time had passed at all, For the first time in a long time (for either of them) they were comfortable with another person.
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