All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  He lay there staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the two men that dominated his waking thoughts as of late: Gabe and Micah. He knew his attraction to them both could be dangerous, especially given their circumstances. Both men were still healing from their individual losses: Gabe his lover, Micah his leg. Although not the same thing, both men were gutted by those losses. It didn’t help matters one bit that Tristan was counseling them both for their PTSD and depression. Pursuing either of them while counseling them was the very definition of unethical.

  An image of Gabe, all bleary eyed and disheveled in his brother’s kitchen, took over Tristan’s thoughts and he felt his cock twitch at the memory. Sitting at the table pretending to read the paper, stealing quick glances at Gabe who stood there in nothing but his boxers and rumpled T-shirt, well that was damn near torturous. And Micah leaning against the cabinets nursing a cup of coffee. His faded jeans sitting low on his waist, his bare chest marred with scars and ink on full display. It was pure agony, and Tristan’s ability to not pounce on either of them that morning, well that was true testament to Tristan’s even demeanor and ability to keep his emotions invisible to those around him. Hell, he was a master at hiding emotions, had been doing it since he was a teenager.

  Tristan didn’t hide his sexuality per se; he wasn’t in the closet as people liked to call it, but he didn’t broadcast his homosexuality either. Those who knew him well knew he was gay, everyone except his Gran. And he was downright shocked that it hadn’t come out at one of the Brennan family dinners, where his brothers usually spilled secrets they had previously promised to take to the grave if it got them out of the crosshairs of their parents, or their feisty Gran.

  Tristan remembered how upset his Gran was when Jon came out to the family. She was never rude or judgmental, just old fashioned with her views on being gay, thinking that Jon would never be happy or have a family outside of his immediate one. It took a while — actually, it took Jon getting shot and laid up in the hospital before their Gran warmed slightly to Jon’s partner, Kory. Tristan liked to stay in the shadows and not draw attention to himself, and he supposed that was the main reason he still hadn’t outright told his Gran he liked dick, not pussy.

  Thinking of lady bits made Tris shudder, and not in a good way. He had been on the path toward a well-deserved hand job before his thoughts strayed from Gabe and Micah to his dysfunctional family. He lifted the sheet, staring down at his now limp prick, sighing and rolling over to face the wall. “Lord, please, just let me dream about anything other than Gran tonight,” he muttered to the dark room. His phone quietly danced along the top of his bedside table. Rolling over, he grabbed the phone and saw it was a text from Gabe.

  It was a picture of Gabe, Micah and Mattie, all three curled up in the big papasan chair that was in Mattie’s office. There was a caption at the bottom that read: Slumber party bitches! Tris smiled. Briefly, he wondered why they had sent him the image, before he noticed a dozen or so other names in the thread. It made Tristan happy and hopeful knowing that Gabe and Micah considered him friend enough to include him in the text. He stared at the image, mapping every detail to memory. The smiles, the bright eyes and the matching pajama bottoms. Tristan lifted the sheet again, staring down at his cock that was slowly rising with a renewed interest. “Oh no, you had your chance. Now we sleep.”

  Tris set the phone back on the bedside table and rolled onto his back. Closing his eyes he smiled. He would definitely be having a wet dream or three tonight. He only hoped he would remember in vivid detail the next morning.

  ***

  Tristan pulled into his parents’ driveway just as Sal, Jon and Kory came out through the side door. Tris parked off to the side so he wasn’t blocking Sal’s car and climbed out, approaching Jon and Kory. They stood under the covered carport, Jon fixing Kory’s tie, grinning down at his lover. Tristan chuckled and shook his head, happy that his brother had found someone after so many years alone. Someone he wasn’t afraid to love out loud. Sal had already climbed into his car and honked the horn, “Come on already, Gran will be up our asses if we are late for Mass,” he shouted at them.

  Tris flipped him off and was rewarded with another sharp honk. Gritting his teeth, he refrained from cussing his brother out right there in the middle of his parents’ driveway, for all the neighbors to see. “Please tell me you medicated him before putting him behind the wheel,” Tris mumbled to Jon.

  Jon and Kory both laughed. Kory opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a series of honks. Tris turned and glared at his brother, holding his hand up and mouthing, Just a sec.

  Turning back to Jon and Kory, Tristan rolled his eyes. “Where is the missus? Don’t tell me we have to ride with him, without Katherine. I’ll just fucking drive myself if that’s the case.”

  Kory nodded his head. “Right.”

  “She was just making sure everything was turned off and locked up inside; she should be out here any minute.” Jon finished with Kory’s tie then leaned in for a quick, chaste peck. All three men rounded on Sal when he honked the horn once again.

  He leaned his head out the window and shouted, “While I’m young!”

  Tris took one step toward the car and pointed at his older brother. “You honk that fucking horn one more time, and I’m going to feed you the steering wheel!”

  “Shit, Tris, why’d you have to go and say that?” Jon barked at his brother just as Sal laid on the horn. Tris took off at a sprint with Jon right behind him. Kory just stood there laughing at the three Brennan boys. A shrill voice from behind him made Kory flinch.

  “Salvatore Brennan, if you honk that goddamn horn one more time, you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a month!” Katherine slammed the side door then marched down the driveway, her finger shaking as she shouted.

  Kory laughed again as Katherine stomped past him, muttering at the men they both loved. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you’re all acting like a pack of pissy puppies; just shut up and get in the damn car.”

  “Oh yeah? I’m gonna tell Momma that you cursed God, and on a Sunday, no less,” Sal retorted.

  “Oh shit.” Kory, Jon and Tris all three gasped at the same time, just as Katherine stopped mid step. Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed and fist clenched at her side, Katherine McNamara Brennan glared at her husband, then growled. Sal’s eyes went wide and he slowly lifted his hands up in surrender.

  Jon reached into the open car window and smacked Sal on the back of the head. “What the fuck, Jon?” Sal shrieked.

  “Come on Kate, Tris can drive us today,” Jon said, backing away from the car and holding his hand out for Kory.

  When they all sat down to eat dinner later that day, Kate took a seat next to Kory, across from Sal. Jon barely stifled his laugh at the look of dismay on his brother’s face. “All right then, what is it that got ya in such a right foul mood, Salvatore Brennan?” Gran asked.

  “His right foul mouth.” Kate glared across the table, shoving a forkful of stroganoff into her mouth and chewing on it like she was trying to kill the cow that supplied the beef for their meal.

  Sal opened his mouth, a retort on the tip of his tongue. When he met his wife’s stare, that one raised eyebrow screamed: Don’t even fucking think about it. He focused on his plate instead.

  Tristan grinned. His sister-in-law was on a tear and Sal would be feeling the residual effects of his offhanded remark for the foreseeable future. Kate was a firecracker with her fiery red hair that matched her Irish temper. Tristan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out he scrolled through and saw a missed call from Dr. Prescott. Tris stood and left the dining room, hitting the button to play the message. He worried that something might have come up and he would have to call Gabe and tell him they couldn’t look at the house the following week. They already had to push back a week, Gabe having to stay out at the house that weekend for a possible shoot on the water, as long as the weather cooperated.

  Good afternoon, Tristan. I just wanted to let you know I will
be dropping the keys to the Brownstone off in the morning, early. I know you won’t be in yet, so I’ll leave them with your secretary. Apologies, I won’t be able to hand-deliver them to you, but something has come up and I’ll be heading out of town for a couple of days. Please call me once your friend takes a tour and let me know if he is interested. I want to unload this property as quickly and painlessly as possible. Have a good day.

  Tris hung up just as his dad approached him. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah. Just a message from a colleague.” Tristan looked over his dad’s shoulder, jerking his chin toward the dining room. “You did move any sharp objects out of Kate’s reach, right?” he said with a chuckle.

  Shay snorted, nodding. “Oh yes, your mother didn’t even bring any out to the table. After you told us what happened at the chapel, we knew dinner was going to be very entertaining.”

  “Sheamus, Tristan, ye better not be discussing work, or talking on yer phones out there,” Gran called out. Shay just shook his head and grinned, wrapping an arm around his son as they headed back into the eye of the storm.

  Chapter 7 | Movie Night

  Micah and Gabe were sitting at the bar in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating chocolate croissants when Andrew walked in. He went straight to the cabinet, grabbed a large cup and filled it with the last of the coffee. He turned, leaned against the counter and took a healthy sip. “Ahhhh, that’s better. Morning, boys.”

  “Morning, Mom,” Gabe and Micah said in unison, laughing.

  Andrew rolled his eyes, turning his back to them and starting another pot of coffee. “So, I thought we could do a movie night tonight. You two free?” Andrew looked over his shoulder to see Micah and Gabe nodding and snorted, shaking his head. “I’ll take the head nods that I didn’t see because my back is to you as a yes, then.”

  All three of them were talking and laughing when Victor walked in. “Morning Vic,” Micah said around a mouthful of croissant. “What he said.” Gabe rode on the wave of Micah’s comment. Victor grunted, taking the cup of coffee Andrew held out to him as he passed. He leaned in and kissed Andrew while reaching around Gabe and snatching the newspaper away from him.

  “Hey, I was reading that,” Gabe pouted.

  “Was. Past tense.” Micah smiled and shook his head. Gabe sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest, his perfectly pink bottom lip poked out, was hysterical.

  Andrew’s phone chimed to let him know he had a text, then chimed again, and again as the phone beeped and vibrated its way across the kitchen counter.

  “Damn, is there a house on fire somewhere? What the hell?” Micah asked.

  “No, I sent out a mass text to everyone about the movie tonight, and it looks like they’re all in so far except for Dusty and Ricardo.”

  “Movie here? Or movie in the city?” Victor asked his husband.

  “In the city. Deadpool is out and I know Mattie wants to see it so I’m hoping getting him out of the house, surrounded by friends might lighten his mood some. We can go grab a slice and some beers afterward.” Andrew talked as he grabbed a couple pans and sat them on the stove, then turned and grabbed eggs, bacon, milk and butter from the fridge.

  “Yes, I am thinking that is good, Andy.” Victor agreed with the plan.

  “What’s good?” Mattie asked from the doorway. He stretched and yawned, then scratched his stomach, moving quickly over to the coffee pot.

  “You guys should seriously buy stock from Folgers or Maxwell House, whatever fucking coffee you drink,” Micah joked.

  “Deadpool.” Andrew answered Mattie’s question.

  “Right! I’ve been grocery shopping with Mattie and we walked out of there with one buggy that was just coffee.” Gabe nodded, one eyebrow raised.

  “Oh yay, I have been wanting to see that Andy; you remembered.” Mattie shuffled over to Andrew and kissed his cheek, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl on the bar and popping it in his mouth.

  “This is false, we do not buy coffee from grocery, we buy from warehouse.” Victor argued with Gabe.

  “What…” Mattie’s brow furrowed, he looked at Victor then Andrew. “What the hell are you talking about, Victor?”

  Gabe and Micah cracked up; Victor snorted and waved his hand in the air. Andrew wrapped an arm around Mattie and pulled him close, kissing him. “They’re all crazy,” Andrew mock whispered, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Just ignore them and maybe they’ll go away.”

  Mattie laughed hard at that as did everyone else in the room. It was the first time since the whole letter — bathroom breakdown that Micah saw Mattie fully smile. Not the fake painted on, pained or half-assed smile. No, this smile lifted Mattie’s cheeks and reached his eyes. Without thinking, Micah reached for his phone and started typing, then stopped and stared down at the screen. He had automatically scrolled to Tristan to text him and tell him about what had just happened.

  “Who you texting?” Gabe asked him.

  “Oh, no one, I thought I felt it vibrate.” Micah lied, and immediately frowned. Why the hell did he lie just then?

  “You okay there, Micah?” Micah raised his head and met Gabe’s intense stare.

  “Yeah, just thinking,” Micah shook his head and waved it off. “It’s nothing; just thinking about something is all.” He could see the wheels turning as Gabe picked apart his cryptic response. “Need any help with breakfast, Andrew?” Micah asked, hoping Andrew did so he wouldn’t have to continue the conversation with Gabe.

  “Actually, yes, can you grab some shredded cheese from the fridge? It’s in the bottom drawer. I’ll just make scrambled eggs with cheese instead of fried eggs.”

  Micah focused on helping Andrew with breakfast, breathing a sigh of relief when Gabe didn’t interrogate him further while they were eating or after. Micah did wind up texting Tristan later in the day to see if he wanted to go to the movie with them. His response was quick: unfortunately he couldn’t, he already had other plans. Micah’s initial reaction was disappointment, jealousy. Rationally, he realized he had no claim on Tristan. Irrationally, he realized he wished he did.

  ***

  The five of them met Chris, Linc, William, Jordan and Kassie at the theater. “Where are Jon and Kory?” Andrew asked as they approached. They were waiting under the awning, trying not to get wet since it was raining.

  “Fuck if I know; it’s not my day to watch them,” Jordan responded.

  A loud whistle drew their attention and everyone turned to see Jon and Kory across the street. They were waiting for the signal to cross over.

  “We’ll get the tickets and meet you guys inside,” Andrew shouted so they would hear him over the noise of the cars and the rain. Jon held a thumb up to let Andrew know he heard him.

  By the time Andrew had purchased the tickets and ushered their large group into the lobby of the theater, Jon and Kory were right behind him. Stopping for snacks and drinks took twenty minutes with twelve people. Micah’s jaw dropped when the cashier said, “That will be ninety seven dollars and fifty cents, please.”

  Andrew didn’t even flinch, just smiled, handed her his card then thanked her before following Victor and Mattie into the theater. Micah turned to Kory. “Should I give him some money?”

  Kory shook his head and waved the thought off. “Nope, he wouldn’t take it anyway.” Micah shrugged and followed the rest of their group into the theater.

  ***

  “Holy shit, that was fucking amazing!” Linc shouted as they all left the theater.

  “Right? Oh my god, the strap on, I thought I was going to piss myself,” Chris said, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.

  “No, the part with the girl tweeting at the end was my favorite. “Oh, by all means, finish your tweet first,” Mattie said, laughing so hard he was snorting.

  “I thought the opening scene was killer. The slow motion wreck on the bridge, the graphics were off the chain.” Jon joined the conversation.

  “Don’t forget those hysterical introductions ins
tead of the actual stars’ and producers’ names,” Micah piped in.

  They split up to go to their cars and meet back up at the restaurant. As soon as they were all seated the conversation picked right back up where it left off. Two hours flew by in what seemed like minutes to Micah as they sat there talking about the movie, eating pizza and drinking beer.

  Gabe leaned toward Micah, speaking softly, though Micah wasn’t sure why. “You know, we should have asked Tristan if he wanted to come; I bet he would have loved the movie.”

  “Oh, I did ask him. Well, I sent him a text,” Micah admitted. “He said he already had plans.”

  “Oh,” Gabe said, nodding, looking around the room. Micah could see the question coming about ten seconds before Gabe looked his way again and the knowledge gave Micah the few, brief seconds he needed to school his features and not grin when Gabe asked. “Did he say what he was doing?”