Chapter 7
Ryan
It’s
almost weird that just at waking up I feel like I interrupted
something. His voice alone would have woken me up but the moving and
grinding against my back and ass just guaranteed the fact. I feel hot
lips moving up and down my neck and back getting my eyes to open all
the faster as I know he won’t be happy with me lying here.
“Morgan.” I groan softly not able to help the fact that I’m
turned on before I can even form a coherent thought. Sensing that I’m
awake his hands move along my waist pulling my boxers down so I feel
the fabric drag across my hardening dick.
“Morning beauty.” He tells me calling me beautiful more than anything else lately. His palm wraps around my dick pulling on it even as I hear the more familiar, as of late, sound of the lid popping open on the small battle of lube. Then his hand moves away long enough to part my cheeks enough for his lubed up finger to gain access. “Feel good?” He asks his voice husking right on my ear as his finger thrusts in and out only to quickly hit my prostate. I moan slightly not bothering to actually answer him. I arch my hips back even as his earlier words play on my mind still debating on letting him.
The memory of the way he just admitted without hesitation that Brennan told me the truth. He pulled me to him and whispered in my ear. “Yea I told Brennan that, but all I did was tell him what I want. I’d love to be inside of you. To make you moan as you squirm around me.” He said and there’s no way in hell I’ll deny that it was hot despite the whole trying to convince myself that having something that big in me won’t hurt. Talking to Jason didn’t really help on that matter because all he told me is that it does hurt but it’s worth it. I don’t really get it but I figure if there are so many guys willing to repeatedly have anal sex with each other there must be a good reason.
A second finger joins the first wiggling inside of me and I’m reminded of the reason I already know for the wanting of the action. The pleasure from when he hits my prostate. Another moan escapes my lips even as I move my own hand reaching back to grab a hold of his dick when it pokes the small of my back again. He groans at the touch and I turn around to face him not able to stay turned away from him any longer.
His lips attack mine kissing me deeply and sucking my tongue into his mouth before I even get a chance to kiss back. “You’re certainly horny this morning.” I tell him even as I wrap my hand back around his dick and start pulling on it to get him to moan. Without a reply his lips swallow mine readily as if practically telling me to just shut up and get on with it. I’m not sure why I listen but I do, pulling harder on his dick, even as I’m rewarded by the fingers pushing deeper inside of me and making me moan further. His other hand wraps around my dick pulling on it as well while we get each other to the point of no return. He falls over the edge first his fingers stalling and yet shaking as he comes to his own completion. I follow easily as he lazily strokes my dick and fingers me.
His fingers pull out quickly like normal just as he starts to pull away. I know what follows. He’ll get dressed just enough to sneak into the bathroom and wash up not caring enough to stay lying next to me. This time it just isn’t enough though. I grab his wrist as he goes to get dressed and pull him back down to me. His eyes look at me for a second as if to ask if I’m seriously about to pull him back and he doesn’t even look happy about it. I drop his wrist almost hurt by the burn in his eyes only to wonder if he would even care.
For some reason I can’t even meet his eyes as I start to think what good is this relationship if it isn’t even a relationship. Everything we do is just sexual. We never go on any dates. Hell we don’t even bother to just cuddle or anything. I’ve never been to his house; everything we do is at my house. In fact I don’t even know why we are saying we are dating, I don’t know anything about him. My thoughts all glaze right by one after another before I notice that Morgan hasn’t left the room yet. Instead he has stayed looking over me so I meet his eyes wondering why he just stands there despite the fact that it really hasn’t been that long since I grabbed his wrist. He hesitates but then just climbs back into my bed and holds me in his arms.
His lips kiss my ear almost seeming in apology before he speaks. “Sorry, I tend to forget this part don’t I?” he asks and I almost want to yell at him ‘yes’ but instead I just keep completely quiet. “You know I don’t mean to pull away. It’s just what I’m used to. I’m not much more experienced with actual dating than you are.” He admits softly and that actually amazes me since he’s obviously experienced in a different way. He laughs at me before continuing to talk. “Yea I know what you’re thinking and I have done sexual things before but I wasn’t dating them. There are more guys that just want to have sex without the complications of a relationship.” He tells me and just leaves it at that as he keeps holding me even as my eyes start to settle on the clock telling me we’ve been in bed far too long and really need to get up.
I move from beside Morgan, getting up without actually saying anything, and he just looks at me questioningly before getting up as well. I start to get dressed before wondering just what we are going to do today being that my parents are gone for the day. Then my earlier thought of not going out on dates comes to my mind and I wonder if I can convince him to do so. All the same I keep quiet as I get dressed in normal clothes and Morgan takes this time to do as he was going to before and escape into the bathroom.
More thoughts come into my head while he’s gone. I think about when Morgan mentioned me not telling my parents that we’re dating and how I still haven’t even bothered to do so. I guess this just isn’t what I would expect dating to be. I mean sure we see each other a lot and we do a lot of kissing and things but don’t you have to date to be dating? I don’t know. I just feel like I’m starting to understand why Brennan dumped Kyle over not wanting to be out of the closet.
“Morgan, why don’t we go on dates?” I say as he reenters the room making him look at me stupidly.
“Well you know I’m not exactly open with being gay. Besides you haven’t even told your parents. So I figured you didn’t want it to possibly get back to them that you’re out dating me.” He says making me understand his reasoning despite the fact that I don’t exactly get why I would tell anyone, let alone my parents, that we’re dating when we aren’t really going out.
“So can we go on a date?” I say not bothering to argue with him when I just want to actually go out.
“What do you want to go do?” He asks me without actually answering yes but making me smile all the same. Yet before I can actually answer him he starts talking again making his own suggestion. “How about a movie?” Feeling slightly jilted out of the decision process I pout a little but only for a second until I remember what’s playing.
“Alright if I get to pick out which one.” I say hoping to get him to agree without saying what I want to see. He shrugs his shoulders not seeming to care so I just smile at him and go back to picking out clothes from my closet. This time I toss them at Morgan knowing that neither of us wants him wearing his dirty clothes on our date. He doesn’t seem to object as he puts the clothes that look little different from his other than the size difference making them slightly tighter on his larger frame. I grin liking him wearing tighter clothes that show off his body a bit more but still I just keep my mouth shut.
“Let’s go then.” He says as we finish dressing to leave catching the city bus to the theater. It’s almost disappointing when I tell Morgan I want to see the new hit vampire movie and he doesn’t even complain about it just goes and gets us our tickets. I guess it isn’t exactly surprising that Morgan drags me up to the very top of the cinema where it is dark enough not to be seen.
We don’t really talk through out the movie yet Morgan seems to be bored as he actually starts messing with me. His hand moves to my leg stroking it a bit and distracting me from the movie that I’m actually trying to watch unlike him. I swat his hand away glad that he stops for now but it doesn’t take long for his hand to come back a little more insistently. I look over at him my eyes catching his hazel ones and holding them. “Stop it Morgan.” I tell him before focusing on the movie again.
He manages to stay still for another ten minutes or so even as it’s obvious that he is having trouble doing so. Then his hand drifts back to my leg running up it this time and not even bothering to indulge in foreplay as he grabs at my zipper, popping the button in a matter of seconds. Before I have a chance to slap his hand away the zipper is down as well and he already has his wrist through the slit in my boxers as his fingers trail across my rapidly awakening dick. “Morgan-” I hiss out only to be shushed back into silence.
“Quiet, we don’t want some one to hear you and come to investigate.” He tells me as if I’m in on the whole thing wanting it as much as he does. My hand moves down to smack his away but he starts jerking me off before it gets there. I grab a hold of his wrist trying to pull it away as he easily keeps up the slight motion up and down my dick. I try digging my nails in instead to see if I get any better results but that doesn’t stop Morgan either. In fact it seems to spur him on as if he’s done something right in the matter as he moves to jerking me off faster tickling the head of my dick as well.
I moan slightly getting into the motion even as my eyes are a bit more focused on the hot werewolf on the screen rather then Morgan. He starts kissing my neck and I find it all to easy to let him keep doing exactly what he is. I relax into his grip letting him pull me closer as his hand moves faster getting me close to cumming. I turn my head toward him trying to place my lips over his so I won’t be loud but he doesn’t seem to know or care, as he doesn’t allow me the kiss. He just keeps beating me off so that I’m right on the edge and not allowing myself to cum because I’m afraid I’ll make a noise.
“Morgan, please.” I say moving my lips toward his again even as I catch sight of a smirk on his lips. This time he lets me seal our lips together though and with another quick pull I’m cumming all over his hand. He grabs a napkin to clean himself off while handing me another. I quickly clean up and pull my pants back into place. It amazes me that afterward Morgan is able to sit through the movie without so much as a word.
By the end of the movie I’m more than a bit pissed, mainly because Morgan’s little tête-à-tête happened to be during the only scene of the movie where the hot werewolf had his shirt off. Meaning I barely saw any of it, damn prick. Well of course other than the part I was watching while he jerked me off. Still it’s not like I was able to pay that much attention other than to think that I would rather have the actor next to me than horny Morgan.
Speaking of which Morgan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all as we walk out of the movie theater. Meanwhile I’m so preoccupied being mad at him that I don’t even notice he’s stopped until I walk right into him. “Morgan what the hell?” I ask wondering why it isn’t until after that I notice his eyes practically bugging out of his head to stare at an older couple.
My yelling at him seems to bring him back to consciousness as he turns to look at me. “Will you just keep it down already? You don’t have to act like such a bitch.” He tells me and I all but explode in his face.
“A bitch? I wasn’t the one that decided the movie wasn’t good enough to watch.” I say getting cut off before I can say more by the most unlikely candidate. The man of the couple Morgan was just staring at has came closer to the point that he is right next to us though the woman is now nowhere is sight.
“Aw, hey there little brother,” He pauses to give Morgan a not so friendly pat on the head messing up his hair in the process. “You and your little girlfriend here having a problem? Oh wait that’s not a girl is it? I always said you were a fag.” He says laughing before moving away from us like he doesn’t even care. Unfortunately though Morgan seems to care quite a bit.
“Look what you just did!” He yells at me. “I can’t believe you can’t keep your stupid mouth shut. I’ll never hear the end of this!” With that he too stomps off but in the opposite direction of his brother. Well good riddance to them both I say. I walk off on my own headed to the buss stop to take me home.
I walk on to the bus distracted slightly by the way Morgan acted so I don’t notice that I know the person that sits next to me until I take the moment to look at them in annoyance. I’m slightly surprised though to see that it is Owen and for once and probably the first time I’ve seen he isn’t by Erik. “Hey,” I say lightly not really sure what else to say since I haven’t talked to him much since coming into the circle of friends.
“Hey.” He says back but he doesn’t seem to find it so awkward as he keeps on talking. “So what were you doing at the movie theater? Was that Morgan I just saw walking off?” He asks not seeming to care at all about his questions or the possibility that I might actually have some personal opinion on the matter.
“Yeah that was Morgan, he took me to a movie.” I say rolling my eyes at the matter even as I say the words.
“Then what’s the problem? I thought you two were dating.” He says and it seems like the conversation is the most words I’ve heard out of him in all the time I’ve known him.
“Were dating. That’s exactly the problem. We were dating. Seeing as he doesn’t want anyone to know about us especially his brother who showed up out of nowhere it seems like that is exactly right, we were dating.” I steam even as my words hit me and I know that seeing his brother at the theater probably wasn’t exactly what Morgan had in mind but he didn’t have to yell at me and call me a bitch for it when he can’t get over himself enough to tell his family how he really is.
“Tough break.” He tells me seeming like he actually means it even as he says it. “It kinda figured though. I was wondering when Morgan would break up with you he isn’t exactly the type to keep relationships just fucks.” He says and of course I can’t help but think that now they tell me. “Anyhow what are you up to now? Wanna come hang out with Erik and me? I won’t say anything about you and Morgan if you want.” He tells me offering a better way to get over it then staying home and moping anyhow.
“Won’t I be sort of like a third wheel?” I ask all the same not really wanting to intrude with the lovebirds seeing as all they really seem to do is suck face anyway.
“Nah, after all Anna will be there too. We’re just hanging out with their dads at their place.” He says and that almost interests me more because I’m curious to see the two boys that raised Anna and Erik and how it is possible that they came out so different.
It doesn’t take that long to get to Owen’s stop and he ushers me off the bus with him. Owen knocks on the door and Erik answers it seeming like just a mere second afterward. Seeing his boyfriend Erik promptly kisses him right on the lips and then he sees me. For once seeming almost embarrassed about kissing in public he pulls away from Owen to actually look at me. I know that I can’t be looking that happy right about now.
“What’s he doing here?” Erik asks and Owen smiles the kind of smile that makes me think he uses it on Erik whenever he wants something.
“I saw him on the bus on the way here. I invited him to hang with us because he didn’t have anything else to do.” Owen answers his voice seeming to drop slightly and I have a feeling that I know exactly who wins all the arguments in their relationship. Erik just nods to Owen and then waves the both of us in to the house. I follow the two boys into the living room where I see Anna sitting on a couch and playing a fighting game against an older man who I assume is one of their adoptive fathers.
“Anna,” Erik says trying to get his sisters attention and failing miserably.
“I’m busy kicking Ethan’s ass hang on.” She replies and at her cussing Ethan looks at her sharply.
“Watch your language Anna.” He says and the moment he finishes talking Anna kills him in the game. Then her eyes turn to him and she smiles innocently.
“Sorry Dad.” She says and he just laughs at her. Then Anna actually bothers to look back at the lovebirds and me. “Now what was it Erik?” She asks him even as she was obviously listening when he was trying to get her attention before.
“I just wanted you to know that Owen is here and he brought Ryan with him.” Erik says even as it seems obvious that Anna doesn’t find it nearly as weird that I’m here, as Erik seems to. Ethan’s eyes seem to look over me when Erik calls attention to me and Erik seems to notice that as well. “Dad, this is Ryan, he moved near the beginning of the semester. Ryan this is Ethan, my dad.”
“Nice to meet you.” I say not bothering to say his name because I don’t really feel right calling him Ethan.
“Nice to meet you too Ryan.” He replies back even as he and Anna go for another round at their video game. Erik and Owen look at each other as if they’re about to try to get away with something and then they start toward a hall. I don’t bother to follow them, as I’m sure that they are heading off to Erik’s room. Before they are able to get there though another man walks out of the hall.
“Where are you two headed? Erik you know you and Owen aren’t allowed to be in your room together. Now march back into the living room.” He tells them and I figure that he must be the other father of Erik and Anna.
“Right, that’s where we were going to go.” Owen says smoothly even as Erik seems like he was caught in the act. The boys return to the room with the older man on their tail and he just seems to smile at seeing Ethan so involved in the game with Anna. I watch as he sneaks up on Ethan and wraps his hands around his eyes.
“Hey Alan, stop it.” Ethan says obviously knowing who is behind him.
“Did you know where Erik and Owen were headed while you were supposed to be watching them?” Alan asks his hands still around his lover’s eyes while Anna kills him mercilessly on the screen.
“Shit Alan like they aren’t already having sex.” Ethan replies almost causally and Alan does stop covering his eyes for that so he can use his hands for something else; to slap Ethan. One look at how Erik’s cheeks flare red though is an instant confirmation of his father’s words. I almost feel like laughing at the scene but I keep my mouth shut thinking it wiser, apparently Anna doesn’t see the same problem as she does burst out laughing though.
It’s at that point that Alan really notices me and Anna takes it upon herself to introduce me. “Alan this is Ryan, he goes to our school.” She says even as she actually puts down the controller now. “Ryan, this is Alan, our father.” She tells me smiling even as she says it like it’s the most natural thing in the world for them to have two dads.
“Nice to meet you.” I say to him still finding all of this a little weird and wondering a little if they are actually married some how. I never knew it was really possible for two gay men to have a happy family like this yet it’s so obvious that Anna and Erik are perfectly happy with it.
“Nice to meet you too.” He tells me even as Ethan turns off the game system and wraps his arms around Alan’s waist. Then he turns to Ethan where he stands behind him. “I think you and I need to talk.” He says and with that he pulls him into the kitchen to the sound of Anna and the lovebirds saying “Oooooh”, and generally acting like little kids. Anna ends up laughing again at all of it. Then Owen and Erik take this moment to sneak successfully to Erik’s room. I laugh at that even as I sit down on the couch next to Anna, who doesn’t seem phased by any of this.
“Hey, how you been?” She asks me sort of softly even as it seems like she expects me to just start crying or something. I guess it shows more than I thought.
“Fine,” I reply all the same, “just a little out of it I guess. Morgan and I broke up.” I say putting it out there all the same and I know that Owen will most likely tell Erik anyway so it will be out soon enough.
“Wait did you break up with him or did he break up with you?” She asks as if to clarify but the question just makes me actually think about it. When I think about it I realize that neither of us actually said it that way.
“Well we more so got in an argument but I don’t want to be with him anymore.” I say to her and she just kinda nods her head to me in understanding.
“Looks like we are gonna have some more issues with sleeping arrangements for our Halloween trip then.” She says sighing even as I hear that brought up again.
“What do you mean?” I ask her confused even as I ask.
“We always go camping for Halloween. Of course Erik and Owen are going to share a tent, Gerry and I are going to share one, but Brennan and Kyle won’t share a tent and I’m guessing you won’t share a tent with Morgan now.” She says seeming honestly disappointed by the situation. Then she seems to get an idea in her head. “Wait, I think this all works out now. You and Brennan can share a tent and Morgan and Kyle can share one. Does that work with you?” She asks and I honestly don’t see a single thing wrong with her idea at all.
“Morning beauty.” He tells me calling me beautiful more than anything else lately. His palm wraps around my dick pulling on it even as I hear the more familiar, as of late, sound of the lid popping open on the small battle of lube. Then his hand moves away long enough to part my cheeks enough for his lubed up finger to gain access. “Feel good?” He asks his voice husking right on my ear as his finger thrusts in and out only to quickly hit my prostate. I moan slightly not bothering to actually answer him. I arch my hips back even as his earlier words play on my mind still debating on letting him.
The memory of the way he just admitted without hesitation that Brennan told me the truth. He pulled me to him and whispered in my ear. “Yea I told Brennan that, but all I did was tell him what I want. I’d love to be inside of you. To make you moan as you squirm around me.” He said and there’s no way in hell I’ll deny that it was hot despite the whole trying to convince myself that having something that big in me won’t hurt. Talking to Jason didn’t really help on that matter because all he told me is that it does hurt but it’s worth it. I don’t really get it but I figure if there are so many guys willing to repeatedly have anal sex with each other there must be a good reason.
A second finger joins the first wiggling inside of me and I’m reminded of the reason I already know for the wanting of the action. The pleasure from when he hits my prostate. Another moan escapes my lips even as I move my own hand reaching back to grab a hold of his dick when it pokes the small of my back again. He groans at the touch and I turn around to face him not able to stay turned away from him any longer.
His lips attack mine kissing me deeply and sucking my tongue into his mouth before I even get a chance to kiss back. “You’re certainly horny this morning.” I tell him even as I wrap my hand back around his dick and start pulling on it to get him to moan. Without a reply his lips swallow mine readily as if practically telling me to just shut up and get on with it. I’m not sure why I listen but I do, pulling harder on his dick, even as I’m rewarded by the fingers pushing deeper inside of me and making me moan further. His other hand wraps around my dick pulling on it as well while we get each other to the point of no return. He falls over the edge first his fingers stalling and yet shaking as he comes to his own completion. I follow easily as he lazily strokes my dick and fingers me.
His fingers pull out quickly like normal just as he starts to pull away. I know what follows. He’ll get dressed just enough to sneak into the bathroom and wash up not caring enough to stay lying next to me. This time it just isn’t enough though. I grab his wrist as he goes to get dressed and pull him back down to me. His eyes look at me for a second as if to ask if I’m seriously about to pull him back and he doesn’t even look happy about it. I drop his wrist almost hurt by the burn in his eyes only to wonder if he would even care.
For some reason I can’t even meet his eyes as I start to think what good is this relationship if it isn’t even a relationship. Everything we do is just sexual. We never go on any dates. Hell we don’t even bother to just cuddle or anything. I’ve never been to his house; everything we do is at my house. In fact I don’t even know why we are saying we are dating, I don’t know anything about him. My thoughts all glaze right by one after another before I notice that Morgan hasn’t left the room yet. Instead he has stayed looking over me so I meet his eyes wondering why he just stands there despite the fact that it really hasn’t been that long since I grabbed his wrist. He hesitates but then just climbs back into my bed and holds me in his arms.
His lips kiss my ear almost seeming in apology before he speaks. “Sorry, I tend to forget this part don’t I?” he asks and I almost want to yell at him ‘yes’ but instead I just keep completely quiet. “You know I don’t mean to pull away. It’s just what I’m used to. I’m not much more experienced with actual dating than you are.” He admits softly and that actually amazes me since he’s obviously experienced in a different way. He laughs at me before continuing to talk. “Yea I know what you’re thinking and I have done sexual things before but I wasn’t dating them. There are more guys that just want to have sex without the complications of a relationship.” He tells me and just leaves it at that as he keeps holding me even as my eyes start to settle on the clock telling me we’ve been in bed far too long and really need to get up.
I move from beside Morgan, getting up without actually saying anything, and he just looks at me questioningly before getting up as well. I start to get dressed before wondering just what we are going to do today being that my parents are gone for the day. Then my earlier thought of not going out on dates comes to my mind and I wonder if I can convince him to do so. All the same I keep quiet as I get dressed in normal clothes and Morgan takes this time to do as he was going to before and escape into the bathroom.
More thoughts come into my head while he’s gone. I think about when Morgan mentioned me not telling my parents that we’re dating and how I still haven’t even bothered to do so. I guess this just isn’t what I would expect dating to be. I mean sure we see each other a lot and we do a lot of kissing and things but don’t you have to date to be dating? I don’t know. I just feel like I’m starting to understand why Brennan dumped Kyle over not wanting to be out of the closet.
“Morgan, why don’t we go on dates?” I say as he reenters the room making him look at me stupidly.
“Well you know I’m not exactly open with being gay. Besides you haven’t even told your parents. So I figured you didn’t want it to possibly get back to them that you’re out dating me.” He says making me understand his reasoning despite the fact that I don’t exactly get why I would tell anyone, let alone my parents, that we’re dating when we aren’t really going out.
“So can we go on a date?” I say not bothering to argue with him when I just want to actually go out.
“What do you want to go do?” He asks me without actually answering yes but making me smile all the same. Yet before I can actually answer him he starts talking again making his own suggestion. “How about a movie?” Feeling slightly jilted out of the decision process I pout a little but only for a second until I remember what’s playing.
“Alright if I get to pick out which one.” I say hoping to get him to agree without saying what I want to see. He shrugs his shoulders not seeming to care so I just smile at him and go back to picking out clothes from my closet. This time I toss them at Morgan knowing that neither of us wants him wearing his dirty clothes on our date. He doesn’t seem to object as he puts the clothes that look little different from his other than the size difference making them slightly tighter on his larger frame. I grin liking him wearing tighter clothes that show off his body a bit more but still I just keep my mouth shut.
“Let’s go then.” He says as we finish dressing to leave catching the city bus to the theater. It’s almost disappointing when I tell Morgan I want to see the new hit vampire movie and he doesn’t even complain about it just goes and gets us our tickets. I guess it isn’t exactly surprising that Morgan drags me up to the very top of the cinema where it is dark enough not to be seen.
We don’t really talk through out the movie yet Morgan seems to be bored as he actually starts messing with me. His hand moves to my leg stroking it a bit and distracting me from the movie that I’m actually trying to watch unlike him. I swat his hand away glad that he stops for now but it doesn’t take long for his hand to come back a little more insistently. I look over at him my eyes catching his hazel ones and holding them. “Stop it Morgan.” I tell him before focusing on the movie again.
He manages to stay still for another ten minutes or so even as it’s obvious that he is having trouble doing so. Then his hand drifts back to my leg running up it this time and not even bothering to indulge in foreplay as he grabs at my zipper, popping the button in a matter of seconds. Before I have a chance to slap his hand away the zipper is down as well and he already has his wrist through the slit in my boxers as his fingers trail across my rapidly awakening dick. “Morgan-” I hiss out only to be shushed back into silence.
“Quiet, we don’t want some one to hear you and come to investigate.” He tells me as if I’m in on the whole thing wanting it as much as he does. My hand moves down to smack his away but he starts jerking me off before it gets there. I grab a hold of his wrist trying to pull it away as he easily keeps up the slight motion up and down my dick. I try digging my nails in instead to see if I get any better results but that doesn’t stop Morgan either. In fact it seems to spur him on as if he’s done something right in the matter as he moves to jerking me off faster tickling the head of my dick as well.
I moan slightly getting into the motion even as my eyes are a bit more focused on the hot werewolf on the screen rather then Morgan. He starts kissing my neck and I find it all to easy to let him keep doing exactly what he is. I relax into his grip letting him pull me closer as his hand moves faster getting me close to cumming. I turn my head toward him trying to place my lips over his so I won’t be loud but he doesn’t seem to know or care, as he doesn’t allow me the kiss. He just keeps beating me off so that I’m right on the edge and not allowing myself to cum because I’m afraid I’ll make a noise.
“Morgan, please.” I say moving my lips toward his again even as I catch sight of a smirk on his lips. This time he lets me seal our lips together though and with another quick pull I’m cumming all over his hand. He grabs a napkin to clean himself off while handing me another. I quickly clean up and pull my pants back into place. It amazes me that afterward Morgan is able to sit through the movie without so much as a word.
By the end of the movie I’m more than a bit pissed, mainly because Morgan’s little tête-à-tête happened to be during the only scene of the movie where the hot werewolf had his shirt off. Meaning I barely saw any of it, damn prick. Well of course other than the part I was watching while he jerked me off. Still it’s not like I was able to pay that much attention other than to think that I would rather have the actor next to me than horny Morgan.
Speaking of which Morgan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all as we walk out of the movie theater. Meanwhile I’m so preoccupied being mad at him that I don’t even notice he’s stopped until I walk right into him. “Morgan what the hell?” I ask wondering why it isn’t until after that I notice his eyes practically bugging out of his head to stare at an older couple.
My yelling at him seems to bring him back to consciousness as he turns to look at me. “Will you just keep it down already? You don’t have to act like such a bitch.” He tells me and I all but explode in his face.
“A bitch? I wasn’t the one that decided the movie wasn’t good enough to watch.” I say getting cut off before I can say more by the most unlikely candidate. The man of the couple Morgan was just staring at has came closer to the point that he is right next to us though the woman is now nowhere is sight.
“Aw, hey there little brother,” He pauses to give Morgan a not so friendly pat on the head messing up his hair in the process. “You and your little girlfriend here having a problem? Oh wait that’s not a girl is it? I always said you were a fag.” He says laughing before moving away from us like he doesn’t even care. Unfortunately though Morgan seems to care quite a bit.
“Look what you just did!” He yells at me. “I can’t believe you can’t keep your stupid mouth shut. I’ll never hear the end of this!” With that he too stomps off but in the opposite direction of his brother. Well good riddance to them both I say. I walk off on my own headed to the buss stop to take me home.
I walk on to the bus distracted slightly by the way Morgan acted so I don’t notice that I know the person that sits next to me until I take the moment to look at them in annoyance. I’m slightly surprised though to see that it is Owen and for once and probably the first time I’ve seen he isn’t by Erik. “Hey,” I say lightly not really sure what else to say since I haven’t talked to him much since coming into the circle of friends.
“Hey.” He says back but he doesn’t seem to find it so awkward as he keeps on talking. “So what were you doing at the movie theater? Was that Morgan I just saw walking off?” He asks not seeming to care at all about his questions or the possibility that I might actually have some personal opinion on the matter.
“Yeah that was Morgan, he took me to a movie.” I say rolling my eyes at the matter even as I say the words.
“Then what’s the problem? I thought you two were dating.” He says and it seems like the conversation is the most words I’ve heard out of him in all the time I’ve known him.
“Were dating. That’s exactly the problem. We were dating. Seeing as he doesn’t want anyone to know about us especially his brother who showed up out of nowhere it seems like that is exactly right, we were dating.” I steam even as my words hit me and I know that seeing his brother at the theater probably wasn’t exactly what Morgan had in mind but he didn’t have to yell at me and call me a bitch for it when he can’t get over himself enough to tell his family how he really is.
“Tough break.” He tells me seeming like he actually means it even as he says it. “It kinda figured though. I was wondering when Morgan would break up with you he isn’t exactly the type to keep relationships just fucks.” He says and of course I can’t help but think that now they tell me. “Anyhow what are you up to now? Wanna come hang out with Erik and me? I won’t say anything about you and Morgan if you want.” He tells me offering a better way to get over it then staying home and moping anyhow.
“Won’t I be sort of like a third wheel?” I ask all the same not really wanting to intrude with the lovebirds seeing as all they really seem to do is suck face anyway.
“Nah, after all Anna will be there too. We’re just hanging out with their dads at their place.” He says and that almost interests me more because I’m curious to see the two boys that raised Anna and Erik and how it is possible that they came out so different.
It doesn’t take that long to get to Owen’s stop and he ushers me off the bus with him. Owen knocks on the door and Erik answers it seeming like just a mere second afterward. Seeing his boyfriend Erik promptly kisses him right on the lips and then he sees me. For once seeming almost embarrassed about kissing in public he pulls away from Owen to actually look at me. I know that I can’t be looking that happy right about now.
“What’s he doing here?” Erik asks and Owen smiles the kind of smile that makes me think he uses it on Erik whenever he wants something.
“I saw him on the bus on the way here. I invited him to hang with us because he didn’t have anything else to do.” Owen answers his voice seeming to drop slightly and I have a feeling that I know exactly who wins all the arguments in their relationship. Erik just nods to Owen and then waves the both of us in to the house. I follow the two boys into the living room where I see Anna sitting on a couch and playing a fighting game against an older man who I assume is one of their adoptive fathers.
“Anna,” Erik says trying to get his sisters attention and failing miserably.
“I’m busy kicking Ethan’s ass hang on.” She replies and at her cussing Ethan looks at her sharply.
“Watch your language Anna.” He says and the moment he finishes talking Anna kills him in the game. Then her eyes turn to him and she smiles innocently.
“Sorry Dad.” She says and he just laughs at her. Then Anna actually bothers to look back at the lovebirds and me. “Now what was it Erik?” She asks him even as she was obviously listening when he was trying to get her attention before.
“I just wanted you to know that Owen is here and he brought Ryan with him.” Erik says even as it seems obvious that Anna doesn’t find it nearly as weird that I’m here, as Erik seems to. Ethan’s eyes seem to look over me when Erik calls attention to me and Erik seems to notice that as well. “Dad, this is Ryan, he moved near the beginning of the semester. Ryan this is Ethan, my dad.”
“Nice to meet you.” I say not bothering to say his name because I don’t really feel right calling him Ethan.
“Nice to meet you too Ryan.” He replies back even as he and Anna go for another round at their video game. Erik and Owen look at each other as if they’re about to try to get away with something and then they start toward a hall. I don’t bother to follow them, as I’m sure that they are heading off to Erik’s room. Before they are able to get there though another man walks out of the hall.
“Where are you two headed? Erik you know you and Owen aren’t allowed to be in your room together. Now march back into the living room.” He tells them and I figure that he must be the other father of Erik and Anna.
“Right, that’s where we were going to go.” Owen says smoothly even as Erik seems like he was caught in the act. The boys return to the room with the older man on their tail and he just seems to smile at seeing Ethan so involved in the game with Anna. I watch as he sneaks up on Ethan and wraps his hands around his eyes.
“Hey Alan, stop it.” Ethan says obviously knowing who is behind him.
“Did you know where Erik and Owen were headed while you were supposed to be watching them?” Alan asks his hands still around his lover’s eyes while Anna kills him mercilessly on the screen.
“Shit Alan like they aren’t already having sex.” Ethan replies almost causally and Alan does stop covering his eyes for that so he can use his hands for something else; to slap Ethan. One look at how Erik’s cheeks flare red though is an instant confirmation of his father’s words. I almost feel like laughing at the scene but I keep my mouth shut thinking it wiser, apparently Anna doesn’t see the same problem as she does burst out laughing though.
It’s at that point that Alan really notices me and Anna takes it upon herself to introduce me. “Alan this is Ryan, he goes to our school.” She says even as she actually puts down the controller now. “Ryan, this is Alan, our father.” She tells me smiling even as she says it like it’s the most natural thing in the world for them to have two dads.
“Nice to meet you.” I say to him still finding all of this a little weird and wondering a little if they are actually married some how. I never knew it was really possible for two gay men to have a happy family like this yet it’s so obvious that Anna and Erik are perfectly happy with it.
“Nice to meet you too.” He tells me even as Ethan turns off the game system and wraps his arms around Alan’s waist. Then he turns to Ethan where he stands behind him. “I think you and I need to talk.” He says and with that he pulls him into the kitchen to the sound of Anna and the lovebirds saying “Oooooh”, and generally acting like little kids. Anna ends up laughing again at all of it. Then Owen and Erik take this moment to sneak successfully to Erik’s room. I laugh at that even as I sit down on the couch next to Anna, who doesn’t seem phased by any of this.
“Hey, how you been?” She asks me sort of softly even as it seems like she expects me to just start crying or something. I guess it shows more than I thought.
“Fine,” I reply all the same, “just a little out of it I guess. Morgan and I broke up.” I say putting it out there all the same and I know that Owen will most likely tell Erik anyway so it will be out soon enough.
“Wait did you break up with him or did he break up with you?” She asks as if to clarify but the question just makes me actually think about it. When I think about it I realize that neither of us actually said it that way.
“Well we more so got in an argument but I don’t want to be with him anymore.” I say to her and she just kinda nods her head to me in understanding.
“Looks like we are gonna have some more issues with sleeping arrangements for our Halloween trip then.” She says sighing even as I hear that brought up again.
“What do you mean?” I ask her confused even as I ask.
“We always go camping for Halloween. Of course Erik and Owen are going to share a tent, Gerry and I are going to share one, but Brennan and Kyle won’t share a tent and I’m guessing you won’t share a tent with Morgan now.” She says seeming honestly disappointed by the situation. Then she seems to get an idea in her head. “Wait, I think this all works out now. You and Brennan can share a tent and Morgan and Kyle can share one. Does that work with you?” She asks and I honestly don’t see a single thing wrong with her idea at all.