Chapter Sixteen

Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.

– Mark Twain

The sound of the gate alarm woke him up. He shook his head, amazed that he had drifted off to sleep, at this, a cross roads in his life. Well, it had been a long day and a smile crossed his face as he realized, it was going to be a long night too.

As he waited by the door, all sorts of thoughts crossed his mind. Foremost was how alive he felt when he had been with him the few times they had allowed themselves to be who they were. Strange, he never thought of himself as gay, even though Billy said that he was, and proud of it, it just never seemed to cross his mind, and yet here he was, waiting for another man to enter his home, and hopefully, enter more than just the doorway.

Strange, but he was nervous, standing on one foot then the other as he heard his guest arrive. It was almost as bad as when he was in High School, waiting at the girls door for her to come out. Shit, next he’d be breaking out in zits, and the thought made him laugh as he realized, it was one problem Billy wasn’t going to have to deal with, not if what they said about sex and acne were true.

“Seth,”

“Hi”

“Shit, you look exhausted, you okay?”

“I am now, thanks… I mean…”

“Yeah, I know, but…”

“But what?”

“Look, you sure? I mean I don’t know what happened earlier tonight, for you to call I mean, I guess…”

“I am not sure of much, and I am finding that out now, but I am sure I can’t stand this any longer, Damn it Chris… I just want to… shit, look let’s go to my room, or we’ll wake the kids up.”

“Huh, okay Seth… uh should I put the car somewhere?”

“The car? Oh, well… shit I guess maybe, you could put it around back in the old… no, fuck it, leave it.”

“Seth… man you get a head of steam up and…”

“It’s the lawyer in me, I know, that bother you?”

“hehe, no, its one of the things that always attracted me to you. Just, well, you sure you want to start something?”

“With you? Yes I am sure I do.”

“No, not that, you know what I mean.”

This wasn’t going the way he had expected. For some reason he had this idea that his decision would make everything simpler, less complicated and the realization was just dawning on him, that it wasn’t going to be that way. He was taking a big gamble right now, a risk that most professional gamblers would shy away from, yet he felt that stubborn voice, could see that determined face and he stopped his pacing, and sat down in the big armchair.

Seth stared at Chris, seeing him maybe for the first time really. He hadn’t come to him in the middle of the night for a secret tryst; instead he could see that he come out of something much more. He could feel his heart racing a little, the physical anticipation being slowly replaced by something deeper.

His legal mind was working overtime and this was the mind that could make David Kendall’s defence of Clinton seem like child’s play. He could parse the words with the best of them, and every nuance, every ‘t’ or ‘i’ would hold special meaning and be carefully examined and explained, and it was that mind that now centred its focus on the younger face standing in his doorway.

The eyes took in the tall figure, the way it stood there, nervous, but a bit defiant too, as if the person knew he was being examined, if he knew that he was facing a test in which there would be no ‘5th amendment’ recourse. Strange, most men would back away, instead Chris just stood there, letting Seth examine him, as if he was unafraid.

You had to admire such quiet courage, even in the middle of the night. Seth looked up, to stare into the blue eyes, seeing some of the defiance, the sort of ‘okay bud, here I am, now what you gonna do’ attitude. He had seen that look before, in his son’s eyes and he felt a tear roll down his cheek.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

It was all he said, the words softly spoken by the daunting figure in the big chair, one that would dwarf most men, yet seemed to suit Seth. He just seemed to command a presence, and to speak those words, didn’t diminish his stature, instead he seemed to grow in presence as the words left his mouth.

Chris could see the pain in each word, the heart wrenching admission that this man who had dominated his profession locally, who had led many fights in his youth, was mortal after all. He felt the prick of the words as they hit his heart and he could feel some tears in his own eyes as he slowly walked over to the chair, resting his hand on Seth’s shoulder. He looked down into the dark eyes, seeing the pain, the doubt and fear, but also seeing a small glimmer buried deep within them.

He sat down on the arm of the chair, his body resting against Seth’s shoulder and he felt the head resting on his chest. His hand now around the massive head, feeling its beauty as he gently stroked the dark mane, feeling each strand of hair under his own fingers. The touch of each strand sending strange waves of excitement through his own body.

The two men sat there, each lost in their own thoughts as they just enjoyed the touch of the other. Seth couldn’t believe it, the way his mind was dredging up not thoughts of what he could lose, but of what he could gain. He had always tried to way the risks, the pros and cons and yet that same sharp mind, no longer even touched on the cons, instead it just kept urging him to take the leap forward, to dare it all and the voice kept insisting, kept pushing and finally he looked up into the blue eyes and any hesitation seemed to vanish.

Chris looked down, saw the acceptance growing and his heart started to falter a bit. It was a bit daunting for him, sure he had taken a risk awhile back, but he had the excuse of drinking too much, and the other two times, well he still had that excuse, though how anyone could say that half a bottle of wine could make you intoxicated was stretching it. All he knew was that for the last few years, watching Seth and working with him had driven him nuts.

God, the man was an Adonis, least to him he was. His tall ramrod figure, slender for the most part but so damn well built, was an automatic turn on. Through in those eyes, the way he could sometimes just light up a room with his smile and you had a dangerous man on the loose.

He sat there, his hand gently stroking Seth’s hair as he remembered that very first meeting. He had just taken over the financial firm, the rising fiscal genius, and his first job on taking over was to convince their largest client not to walk away.

There had been the normal case of nerves, but he had confidence in his own abilities so he really wasn’t too worried, well at least until he found out that Seth Bradford would be representing the client in the meeting. At that point all his planning went out the window. Seth Bradford had a reputation for taking people’s heads off so neatly, the didn’t even know it had been severed until it was served back to them on a platter.

He had championed some pretty unpopular agenda’s in his past, and had made his name a by word in the surrounding counties. Judges would use his cases as models when rendering decisions on those type of cases and his crusades were legendary. He had been quiet for the last few years, but no one doubted his sharp mind or his razor like wit.

It had worried him so much that he had stayed up most of the night going over his presentation, scared he might have missed something and then the meeting came. When he walked into the ornate conference room, his nerves tingling, every muscle in his 31-year-old body taut and coiled, he almost lost it when he was introduced to the man.

Despite all his nervousness, when he had walked into the room, he had noticed the tall figure off to one side. The sight of the man had awakened a strong physical reaction, one that he had generally been able to control over his young years, but god this man was hot and his mind wandered for a brief second, forgetting his fear.

The tall figure had a strong jaw, and his eyes seemed to hold some ‘secret’ that defied people to try and read. It excited him to no end, and the fear of meeting Seth Bradford was momentarily lost as he thought how nice it would be to meet him at a bar some night. He was the perfect build, long firm arms, solid legs that held his perfectly sculptured body in place, a sort of hint of power, no real sign of age, and Chris instantly thought he had to be maybe early 30’s, certainly not more than 33.

His mind made a mental note to remember this hunks name but when the client introduced him, Chris almost fell backwards. The shock was written all over his face briefly, and he prayed no one had noticed, and as he stretched out his hand to shake the hand of the man who had made him weak in the knees, and scared of his own abilities, he saw the dark eyes sparkle for a mere second. He knew, damn it he knew and he could hear his voice, shaking and uncertain as he acknowledged the introductions.

Chris looked down once again, into those dark eyes, and he felt his heart stutter, as he saw that same sparkle flare once more. Fuck, he knew again, just as then he knew, he knew now. Seth had read his mind, he was sure of it and yet there was so much more to the man.

Even then he had seen past his own nervousness to delve into the eyes, and he could see the embers of his soul, red with their heat, but a dull covering of grey shrouding their brilliance. Chris could feel and see the pain that held the man in check, which had him wrapped in its shroud of mystery.

Four years later he could still see the deep pain that this man carried within him. He could still see the sadness but something had changed. It had been amazing, sitting on the sidelines for all that time, watching, wishing for more, afraid to reach out for it, but last fall it all changed, something was different and Chris had caught it.

There was a bit more animation to the man, he didn’t move like an automon, he didn’t just recite by rote but it was like a fire that had been smouldering was suddenly taking on new life. It was exciting in a way to watch and it only made his own desire even greater for this man.

The idea that he could ever be a part of such a man’s life was too daunting for him, he was a realist, and yet in the back of his heart, in the far recess of his soul he yearned to be just that. Hell, he even spent hours wrangling for ways to be in meetings with Seth, for ways to discuss things with him.

He knew at times that Seth seemed to question it, seemed to catch on, yet something made him pull back, something always seemed to be holding him back and despite that reserve, Chris kept angling, kept looking for new ways to be with Seth.

It was the strangest affair he ever had. There was no way he could explain it to himself, how much it seemed to mean to him to just have lunch with the guy, how good it felt for days after such casual meetings.

For days after meetings with Seth, he would lay awake at night, reliving every word, dreaming of a time when maybe, just maybe he could summon the nerve up to ask him out, to socialize with him to see if the hint of his greatness was real.

For almost four years he had existed on a smile here, a casual word there, a glance somewhere and it never was enough for him. He found himself dreaming more and more of Seth Bradford, not just in the physical sense, though that was good enough for several jerk off sessions a night, but in a more permanent way.

A thought of cruising the med in a luxury liner was one image that only made him squirm when it flashed across his face. To see that man resting on a chaise lounge in a pair of swimwear was too much for his aching heart.

When he had assumed management over the kids trust, he had felt a deep sense of honour. IT was as if Seth had handed him the keys to his most prized possession and in some ways that is exactly what it was. Seth didn’t change expressions much, yet whenever they talked about the boys, their future he could see something different in the man. It always brought a sharp pain to his chest when he would meet with Seth to discuss it and after his first meeting with the two boys, his heart was totally gone.

That first meeting with the two boys has simply blown him away. He had seen pictures but to see Taylor and Billy in person was unbelievable. He had seen his idol turn from a man of action into a quivering bundle of nerves. There was a sparkling tension that he couldn’t understand and the boys were just like him.

He could of cut the tension in his office with a knife the way it hung in the air and yet, despite all that put up anger, all that false bravado, he could sense the deep love and pain that bound all three to each other.

Taylor was the worse, you could just see how much he hurt inside, how much he yearned to just sit on his father’s lap and cry in his shoulder and yet he sat in his chair, talking as little as possible, acting like all this was merely an exercise in futility. Chris wished he could make them see past what was between them, and every now and then he could catch Seth’s eye, see how he would look down at his two boys, and the pain would simply race across his face.

It had brought him to tears as he struggled with that meeting, seeing how much Seth wished he could sit next to his boys, his arms around each shoulder instead of sitting behind, merely a spectator to the proceedings. His eyes held the keys to their lives and yet not one of them would look into those dark liquid pools. They sat there, rigid almost, listening in a bored posture as he outlined their trust and after a few minor questions, the meeting ended.

Everyone went their own way and he remembered how he just sat there, his head resting on his hands as he relived that very strange meeting. Tears flowed down his cheeks that day, as he could feel Seth’s pain and something else too, he was sure he felt the same pain in the boys, as if they too felt it but didn’t’ know how to bridge the strange gap between them and their father.

As the night marched onwards, Seth could feel his heart growing stronger. Sure, he had doubts and he was certain that Chris did as well. It was strange, how they had suddenly become close. He could see in the blue eyes the flashes of past meetings, of past discussions and how much he had grown to trust this man’s decisions.

Seth thought back to their brief history and he recalled how he had finally decided to let Chris handle the boys trust funds. It had not been a great meeting, he had felt so stiff, so unwielding and Chris had picked up on it.

The pain each time he was with his boys had always been unbearable, it was like they were simply humouring him to be there with him and he wished with all his heart that they would one day, want him to be there out of need, out of love, instead of out of duty.

The time with Taylor was hard, they had fought constantly over the last couple of years, something he deeply regretted, even now, but which seemed to be their lot in life. Funny, even now he was a bit on tenderhooks when around Taylor, yet slowly they were once again getting to know each other, thanks to that young sleeping bundle of love upstairs.

Oh God, he loved his boys so much and if he took this step, would he risk that fragile bridge of love they were only just now finding? It was his paramount concern, and as the doubt rose inside, he found the soft voice rising up from within him to battle it back down. She always was there for him, and he felt her presence every second of every minute but would she approve now?

His hand reached out, to take hold of Chris’ hand that lay on his lap. He felt the soft skin, the hair on the back sticking up as if he was nervous and glancing once more into the blue eyes he saw the same questions there, as were in his own heart.

He shivered at that, as only ‘she’ had ever been able to delve into his mind, read his thoughts and then show them up to him, to either prove them unfounded or to support them. Now, here he was, years later, still being tormented by his own feelings of doubt and someone else was reading his mind, sharing his thoughts and it scared him.

Chris could feel Seth shivering, and he gripped his hand harder, willing his own heart to send warmth and comfort to the one man he had ever really desired. Funny that too, because as far as gay sex went, he was no virgin and he liked the sex, hell it was what helped get him through many a lonely night since his divorce, but it wasn’t just sex that he sought here, it wasn’t security either, but something more, something that he had always been searching for, ever since he was maybe 12 or 13 years old.

For a time he thought he had found it with Diane and when young Josh had been borne, well he was sure he had found what it was he so desperately desired and needed. Man, was he wrong then, could he be wrong now?

Staring down at Seth, his heart knew that no, this time he wasn’t wrong, this time he was right and he had to find a way to let Seth know that, to penetrate that dark solid wall that had grown up around him. It was a daunting task, one his mind feared but his heart ached for.

For hours after the boys had left the meeting, he had sat there, doing his job, and yet every second seemed to be occupied by thoughts of Seth, of how hurt he was, of how lonely he was, of how much he needed to just be held and told it would be okay.

He must of lifted up the receiver a dozen or more times, always hanging it up before dialling but finally his heart had won out, it had silenced the analytical mind and he found his fingers pushing buttons to that private number, that one that he had never yet dared to use.

“Seth, its Chris, yeah fine.. uh I was wondering, could we have dinner tonight? … yeah I know its short notice, but, well i… yes?  Okay, great… oh say 8 or so?  Great… I’ll meet you there.”

His words still were etched in his memory, as he had taken that step. He didn’t really understand why it had stayed with him. Dinner hadn’t been anything spectacular, just two men discussing life, having a few drinks, and complaining about the Raiders and hoping that this year they would be contenders.

Chris didn’t really remember much about the first part of their dinner. They had talked around things, like men usually do and just ate their meal. Nothing special, nothing fancy. A couple of glasses of wine then it happened, he had looked up at Seth, saw a brief glimpse of pain as the busboy had walked by.

He turned to see what had brought that stab of pain into his dinner companion and saw a blonde boy walking away. From the back he resembled Taylor, the way he held himself and the way his hair seemed to flow around his ears.

For some unknown reason, as if some outside force had suddenly taken hold of him he had spoken.

“You miss them all so much don’t you?”

Seth had been stunned, you could see the surprise in his eyes, and then he watched as that surprise turned to scepticism, and he knew he had opened a dangerous can of worms. If ever he was to have a chance, he knew it was going to be now or never. A silent prayer passed his lips as he twirled the remnants of wine in his glass.

“I know its not my place Seth, but I can see your pain and well, shit, you deserve a chance to be happy, I know I am out of bounds here, but well, I have my reasons, I am thinking of your best interests.”

“Oh? Really Chris, and what do you know of my best interests or what I deserve to feel?”

“I know you feel like you are lost in a sea of emptiness, I know you ache for the touch of her hand, no… let me finish or I’ll never get this out, but I have watched you, seen how you go through the motions, but that isn’t you Seth, you are so much more, if you will just give yourself a chance, and yeah I do know how it feels, maybe not the same way as you, my wife is alive, but I miss her touch too, I miss what I thought we had, and damn it, I miss watching my son grow up. So, yes Seth, I do know what you feel, because in some ways, it is exactly what I feel.”

He had no idea how he had gotten it all out, he was too mortified by his own audacity in speaking that way and his heart trembled, waiting for the slashing knife like words that would end his slim chances but he had to take the risk, somehow, he just knew that this was the time.

The utter silence was worse than any rebuke. He felt himself shaking, feeling like he failed in the most important test of his young 35 years. He was sure that the 40-year-old man before him would simply get up and walk out, his chances gone.

With a final ounce of courage, Chris managed to raise his eyes and stare across the table towards Seth. He was stunned as he saw pools of tears welling up in the dark eyes of the man. The iron resolve, cracked slightly and for a brief instant he was able to penetrate the solid barriers the years had built up.

He saw anger, pain, hurt, regret, fear, panic, and so much loss that he was overwhelmed himself. The eyes held him momentarily as his mind absorbed it all and he felt fear in his own heart, felt his own panic take hold as he saw the depths of despair that rested inside of Seth.

His mind was reeling from the sight, and yet something strange was happening deep within himself. He could feel his soul reaching upwards, the fires of his desire seemed to suddenly fan into a roaring fire and he saw Seth recognize it. He saw him pull back, surprised by what he was seeing in Chris’ eyes and yet his soul wouldn’t stop, it continued to feed the fire of his desire, continued to kindle the flames, forcing them to burn hotter and deeper.

“Maybe Chris, maybe you do… I don’t know, I wish I did know, funny isn’t it, the big shot lawyer and he knows shit, well… maybe one day… just not today Chris.”

With that, Seth had recovered. His eyes no longer were open, they had shut completely and Chris felt his own fires slowly receding within him. Tears were in his eyes, but he knew that the seed had been planted, and it would grow, he wasn’t sure when, but he knew he would be damned sure to be there when it did finally poke out of the ground.

“Okay Seth, I’ll be here when you are ready.”

Seth looked up into Chris’ eyes, and he felt himself rising up from the armchair. His hand still held Chris’ hand and as he rose, he lifted Chris up too. They stood together now, the sky softening as the dawn broke over the yard. The rays of the golden sun started to fill the room with its colour and warmth.

They just looked into each other’s eyes, each of them seeing the other; the barriers the years had built up were slowly falling down. Chris could feel it in his heart, his patience was finally being rewarded and he trembled with that thought. The risks were great, for both of them, but somehow, together, maybe they could buck the odds.

“I guess this is that day, and Chris, I am so glad you are here.”

Seth reached out and kissed Chris, full on the lips, their first real kiss. He felt his heart singing as his lips pressed against Chris’ mouth and it was like a slow moving train, as it reached the top of a steep incline. He could feel his heart dusting out the old feelings, comparing them, finding the right ones so they would match the wild waves of passion that suddenly seemed to be racing inside of him.

Chris put his arms around Seth’s body, feeling the muscles rippling all along, feeling the strong well-built body awaken from its slumber. The pressure against his crotch was not a surprise but was. He could feel it pressing, harder than he had thought it would be, and yet the touch of it made his own heart quiver with excitement. He was almost there, he knew that now and that in itself brought him close.

“The boys are going to be down shortly.”

“I know.”

“I have court at 9am”

“I have a meeting with some bankers at 9am”

“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

“No it doesn’t, so…”

“So…”

The sound of thundering hoofs echoed in the house and both men looked at each other and started to laugh. Well so much for the night they thought and together they headed to the kitchen to greet the source of all the noise.

Seth walked into the kitchen to see Billy busy digging out pots and pans and he heard the coffee percolator already dripping. For a brief second he felt a deep pang of sadness, wishing she were here. The soft press of his hand told him that she was indeed there, and approved.

He stood there, watching his son get breakfast started, Mike standing just behind him with one of the most unbelievable smiles etched across his young face. Seth wondered just what was Mike thinking and he realized exactly what it was, as Mike reached out and lightly rested his hand on Billy’s buttocks. Seth knew exactly what Mike was thinking.

Mike was the first to realize they weren’t alone and he turned to see Seth standing in the doorway. His greeting of ‘hi dad’ was almost fully out before he saw Chris standing behind Seth. The sound of his voice dying guickly made Billy turn around to see what was wrong.

His face was alit with a wonderful glow of youth and love and it just seemed to get wider and more brilliant as his eyes focused on his father.

“Hey Dad…. Oh… sorry… uh?”

“You guys remember Chris?”

“Oh sure… uh, early start dad?”

“Yeah I suppose so, court at 9″

“Oh right, uh… Chris, eggs and bacon for you both?”

“Sure, uh thanks Billy.”

“No problem, say dad, what time you going to be home for dinner tonight? Mike and I have practise so I thought maybe we’d get pizza?”

“Well, uh, actually I am going to be late tonight… so go ahead, grab some pizza, I’ll eat out.”

“Oh okay, well…. Here.. sit down and get it while its hot.. mike don’t hog the milk…”

“Why not? You hogged it all earlier…hehe”

“You…”

Billy’s face had turned a brilliant scarlet red with Mike’s comment and a quick frown passed his face, warning Mike and suddenly Mike’s whole posture changed. He sat up straight in the chair, his green eyes darting to Seth and Chris, a sudden glint appeared as he looked at Chris, who quickly turned away. Seth could barely keep his eyes from lowering as Mike’s dark green orbs seemed to press up against his own dark eyes.

“Okay Billy… he dad, what time you going to be home then?”

“Oh I don’t know Mike, later I think.”

“yeah?  Hey that’s cool…. We got the house to ourselves Billy.”

“Mike… geez, oh?  Cool, you going to be real late dad?”

“Haha, yes Billy I will be real late,  see Chris, they don’t miss the old man too much.”

“Oh I don’t know Seth, maybe its not that they don’t miss you, just that they have other things on their minds.”

Mike stared at Chris, a slow smile turning the corner’s of his mouth as he watched the two men standing by the kitchen door. He also saw the look on Billy’s face and could see that blondie was definitely being blonde today. God he loved him so much, and well, they would have the house to themselves.

Breakfast passed in a blur of talk about track, English assignments, and basketball, which made Billy turn his face up and wrinkle his nose. Seth had to excuse himself to get ready for work and Billy had to fly upstairs to grab some forgotten books, leaving Mike with Chris. Silence seemed to just descend on the two remaining people.

Both seemed nervous, Chris more than Mike as they waited for the two to return. They stared, neither venturing any comments and yet Mike seemed less nervous, less awkward as they waited silently. His eyes never once faltered in their stare and Chris could feel himself being sized up. Damn that kid, he was getting to him, he could almost feel him reaching inside, pushing past and it scared him a little.

Both Seth and Billy showed up together, both of them saying ‘sorry’ together then looking at each other and laughing. Seth gave Billy a big hug as he squirmed out from under his arms to head out the door, pushing at Mike to get a move on.

Mike smiled at Billy and Chris could see the transformation. He also could see why Billy was so smitten with the guy, god he had a smile to die for and he could feel Seth’s pride as his ‘two’ boys headed out the door.

Just as he was turning to speak to Seth, Mike stopped at the doorway and turned to stare back into the kitchen. He looked first at Chris, no expression on his face, and yet Chris felt like he was being warned, as if Mike was saying, ‘Hey, be good or else’ and he could feel his heart stutter a bit under the gaze. Then he watched as Mike turned his look onto Seth.

Chris watched the two as their eyes held each other and a small smile seemed to curl around both of their mouths, as if they were actually talking to each other.

“See you” Mike said, his soft voice like a shotgun in the quiet of the kitchen. As the last of his words floated in the room he was out the door and running towards Billy and their trucks.

Mike lay sprawled across the bed, his math book open and his brow furled as he worked out the problem for his homework. Billy sat at his desk, his feet jutting out, aimed at the bed. He loved to just sit there, and watch Mike working away, whether it was to read a book, write a report, or work out a math problem.

Now that Mike was living with them, he enjoyed this every night and while he had thought that maybe they would get tired of each other, it hadn’t happened yet and somehow, he just knew it never would. Each day made him love Mike more and today was no exception. God, how did he get so damn lucky, he wondered as he saw Mike scribble something and then his heart just seemed to melt.

Mike had caught him looking again. Fuck, that guy had eyes in the back of his head it seemed, and he was now staring at the most gorgeous smile a person could ever witness. Those white teeth seemed to just glitter as he winked one eye and then slowly turned his gaze downwards, towards Billy’s groin.

Fuck, he was doing it again and Billy squirmed in the chair, feeling the hot look as it penetrated his heart and he knew his dick was sticking out of his shorts once more. Damn, he hated school days, because it meant homework and they had this rule, no sex till the homework was done.

It had sounded good when they came up with it, and while Mike lived with his parents, well, it did make sense, because they had a mission then, but now, now he was here, and they could let it slide, but even though his young body ached for Mike’s touch, they held fast to the rule.

Only trouble was, Mike was just too damn cute and he really did need to have him hold him, or to be touching him. They had tried working on the bed, so they could maybe finish faster, but that didn’t work at all. The one time they had tried, they wound up finishing just after 11pm and they needed more than 30minutes for their lovemaking. Man were they exhausted that next morning but no way was he going to not have his Mikey, no matter what time of night it was.

“You finished yet?”

“Nope, you in a hurry for something billy?”

“Fuck off, you know damn well what I want?”

“Well… put a sock in it, I gotta concentrate here.”

“Oh shit, listen to you, I’ll put something in it all right, ain’t going to be one of your smelly socks though…hehe”

“Shut up Billy”

“Listen to you, I can see that hole you putting in the bed.”

“haha, well you behave or I won’t put any holes in you later, now let me finish this.”

Billy smiled, knowing that Mike’s threat was a hollow one. Least it damn well better be, cause if he didn’t get his mikey fix, he’d go nuts. Shit, Mike did it again, this time he just wiggled his damn butt, and fuck, it was so damn hot looking. Man, he could hardly wait for spring break, and ten days of no school which meant ten whole days and nights of no homework. He grinned as he plotted his upcoming entertainment.

Mike smiled to himself, knowing exactly what Billy was thinking. Well, plot away blondie, it isn’t going to help you cause I already got it all mapped out and with that thought he finally finished the last problem.

“There, done… now you can check it and then maybe, maybe if you are nice I’ll see about filling that hole of yours. Hehe”

“Fiesty tramp tonight aren’t you?”

“ME?  Listen to who’s calling who feisty… you the one sporting the wooden peg leg there bud”

“Oh? And I suppose that the bed is just naturally hitting the floor from under your dick hey?”

“Well it is an old bed…. Hehe”

“Okay okay… give me the book and I’ll check it for you, boy the things I do to just get a little attention around here.”

“Oh right, little attention my ass…. Don’t you say it Billy or…”

“haha, or what? Hmm?”

Billy smiled as he took Mike’s binder and started to check over his math. God, it felt so good, to just be in the same room even, to be able to share everything, even their homework.

Mike sat up on the bed, watching as Billy hunched over his homework. He felt such pride in watching Billy work away at this stuff. Math wasn’t one of his best subjects but thanks to Billy he sure had learnt a lot about it. He just loved it when Billy would say, great work or good going. It was like, the ultimate sign of approval and it made his heart swell each time, no matter what it was about.

He got off the bed and walked over to stand by Billy, his hand resting on Billy’s shoulder while he checked over his work. The second his hand had touched him, he felt a deep warmth run through his body and Billy had looked up, and smiled, his eyes brimming with love and passion and that in turn only made Mike quiver with his own passion and desire for Billy.

The hand on his shoulder was like a raging fire stick, the way it just burned through him and he could feel his heart quickening with each passing second, knowing that soon he would be in those arms, be safe and totally loved by Mike. Damn, he felt so good, so happy that even all those starts and stops at practise had seemed like fun, even though his legs felt differently.

“Hey, you remembered that formula… cool Mike.”

“Yeah, well you kept drilling me enough on it.”

“Oh?  Well I can think of something else I’d like to drill into you right now… and…”

“Yeah? And what?”

“HOMEWORKS DONE”

and with those shouted words Billy had turned around and lunged up at Mike. He caught him by surprise, his shout still bouncing off the walls.

The force of his lunge had stunned Mike and his body fell backwards, stumbling as he reached out to hold Billy’s body in his arms and together the force propelled them to the bed.  He was laughing now as Billy’s mouth started a barrage of smothering kisses all over his face and neck and he could feel his shorts suddenly being yanked off before he could even start to recover and make his own moves.

Billy had planned it well, and he had Mike on his back this time, his mouth pressing everywhere at once. He was like a whirlwind as he kissed that salty flesh, tasting the stale sweat from their afternoon’s exertions and he loved it. The pungent odour of an active male body wafted through his nostrils, sending his hormones racing.

Billy’s hands had their own objective and in no time they had succeeded beyond initial expectations. It rather surprised him as he felt Mike’s shorts go flying towards the wall and that was all the hesitation Mike needed.

With a quick twist of one arm and a push with his hips Billy felt his mouth leave the warm hollow of Mike’s neck and his body leave the comfort of Mike’s flesh on his flesh and before he could yell or even sigh he found himself on his own back, his hands pinned over his head, Mike’s naked body sitting astride of his still scatily clad frame.

Mike’s green eyes gleamed down onto his face and he just smiled at him. The result was all he had hoped for and more as Mike’s face broke out into a smile of its own. He sat there, his legs squeezing up against Billy’s thighs, forcing his balls to push up and he could feel his cock straining up against the fabric of the shorts, trying to break free and Mike just kept squeezing, the smile growing larger as Billy’s eyes bulged wider.

The ache in his groin was rising to unbearable proportions, and just as he was about to fling his body upwards, he felt the pressure ease, felt Mike’s legs suddenly go limp around him and then he opened his eyes to see Mike’s face close to his own, and he could feel the young body of his lover as it slowly slid down his frame.

He was totally mesmerized by the sparkling green eyes, feeling the sudden wave’s of passion come flooding out of them, burying themselves into his own blue orbs and he could feel the warmth flow into his body.

Suddenly he felt so alive, so free and he knew it was because of Mike and deep inside of him, in his soul, he felt an answering flame start to grow and flourish within.

The flame was an inferno as it reached his heart, making it quicken to its wild dance and he could feel the soft pressure of Mike’s hands as they slowly pulled his own shorts off, exposing his hard cock to the air and to Mike’s waiting body.

As his shorts joined Mike’s far against the wall, he felt the soft touch of a hot hand against his cheek, felt the gentle press of his fingers as they rolled around his eyes, then down the side of his nose, then along his lips. His breathing was becoming short and shallow as mike’s fingers traced softly down his chin, past the Adams apple and down to his chest.

His whole body started to quiver to Mike’s gentle touch and he started to moan softly as the fingers teased his young pink nipples, pushing them one way, then slowly curling around the flesh, pushing it, prodding them, and then moving down his young chest.

The muscles rippled and shook as Mike’s hand now rested firmly on his stomach, and he could hear him taking large deep gulps of air as his own body was reacting to the warm sensation of Billy’s flesh.

As Mike’s hand gently reached his belly, Billy opened his eyes to stare down towards the dark haired angel that was showing him what heaven really was like. He could feelhis heart now, it ached but oh god it felt so good, so wonderful as he lay there, feeling Mike’s breath against his pubic hair now and he knew that as long as he lived, as long as he could draw a breath, he was Mike’s, to do what ever he anted, to be at his side always no matter what.

As those thoughts passed through his heart from his soul, he saw Mike glance upwards, saw his eyes glitter as they found Billy’s eyes and he could feel Mike’s own words, his own deep commitment of love to him and he smiled now, safe in the arms of his lover.

It was like being on a cloud, high up in the heavens, the way he felt right now, this second in time, as his hands roamed across the most perfect flesh he could ever imagine. There was no flaws, no blemishes to his eyes as he took in the beauty that was his Billy.

Just the thought of that made him swoon slightly and as he opened his eyes to see Billy’s blue orbs shining down at him he felt his body groan and tremble with a deep all encompassing passion.

His hands were on either side of Billy’s legs and they were slowly but firmly lifting the long sinewy legs upwards, placing them on his shoulders and he could feel his body moving inwards, his whole mind centred solely on the wonderful face that shimmered in his gaze.

The touch of the throbbing cock against his rectum made his head swim, his heart palpitate and his ears pop. Multi coloured lights exploded all around him as he reached up with his hands to firmly grip the young dark haired head that now loomed over him, centred between his own upraised legs.

It felt like the heavens were opening up for him as he saw shades of blue that you could only dream about. There was no end to the parade of soft warm colours and each one seemed to be aimed straight for his heart. With agonizing slowness he felt the firm press of the hard throbbing cock against his muscles, felt them resist briefly and then with a shout of utter desire, they surrendered and Mike was finally entering him, finally joining his body with Mike’s own body.

Billy could feel Mike’s heart pounding, the steady beat of each chamber as the 6 inch penis filled him with the sound and presence of his love. He groaned loudly now as his own cock started to throb and ache like it never had before and his won love for Mike started to rage deep inside of him.

Billy could feel Mike’s body trembling with passion, with an inferno of desire and a cauldron of passion and he felt himself smiling, felt his hands striking the side of the bed as Mike’s cock pressed in deeper and deeper, pulsing, filling him with its love and with its affection.

Every muscle in his body strained as he felt the sudden need to scream loudly, the room reverberating to his loud cries of pure animal pleasure. His body shook, it shuddered out of control as his soul reached upwards and met Mike’s own soul.

They touched, the explosion racking the two young bodies and the bed shook as Mike’s burning love for Billy came flooding outwards, filling his entire body with its warmth, its passion and there was no stopping it.

Like an unstoppable avalanche of snow from the highest mountain peak, the river of white came flooding out, covering it all, and filling every inch of Billy’s soul with its desire, its promise of eternal love.

Mike’s own young voice joined with Billy’s and they both felt the overpowering love that had consumed their young lives so far. Together they felt themselves join together, felt their souls touching, hugging each other in an embrace of pure unfettered love and it made them ache even more.

Mike’s whole body was trembling, his legs shook, his heart pounded remorsefully inside of his chest, and his arms flayed at the bed as his love poured into Billy’s eager and waiting body.

Billy couldn’t catch his breath, every fibre of his body was groaning under the strain and yet his heart wanted more, demanded more and as his own love for Mike came flooding out, covering his stomach and Mike’s chest with its sticky cream, he struggled for more, desperate to grab every drop of that river of love.

The bed had stopped its wild gyrations; the room had grown silent, no longer echoing the sounds of total and complete love. The lights still shone, but the glow that came from the two naked bodies entwined on the bed was brighter as slowly they came back from heaven, back from their journey into love.

“Oh God Mikey, oh God, whatever got you going… please, please don’t ever forget it, oh fuck, I hurt all over and it feels so fucking good… oh man”

“Yeah, I am so …. Shit Billy, you just…. Fuck I can’t talk…”

They lay there, listening to the sounds of the night and feeling the warm wind cool down their passions. The night was fully upon them and finally, unable to move, they simply fell asleep, their arms together, their legs entwined with each other and their hearts as close to each other as was possible.

Seth opened the door softly, to look in on his boys and he smiled, seeing them so close, so much a part of each other. He took a deep breath, smelling them, knowing that the room had witnessed something amazing. He smiled and was about to leave and close the door when he saw one of the figures stir.

He saw a pair of green eyes staring up at him and he smiled back at the half asleep figure. His mind was still on his day, when he saw a small wink and then the green eyes closed again and once more he heard the soft sounds of two exhausted males sleeping.

Walking down the hallway, he felt happy. A new glow was burning inside of him as he opened his bedroom door, glancing at her picture and he smiled this time. Seth couldn’t believe how much he had changed in just one day.

His court appearance had been unusual, in that he wasn’t expected to win, the best his client had hoped for was a decent settlement, instead at 3pm the opposing council had surrendered. He had won the case, and that on no sleep. Even the judge had commented later, that is was good to see the return of Seth Bradford to his courtroom.

Now, he stared at her picture, thanking her for being there, for once more forcing him to go beyond his limits, to reach out and to take that step.

The whole day had been spent in court and yet Chris never left his thoughts. Here he was, finally getting home and all he could think of was his boys, her, and now that 35 year old man that had so suddenly filled his heart with hope and promise of even more wonders to come.

As he walked over to the phone he looked upwards, and then his head turned towards the boy’s room. Mike knew, he was sure of that, from his look this morning to that wink just moments earlier, and for some reason that helped.

It wasn’t going to be easy telling Billy, and he was mortified of having to tell Taylor about Chris, but he had two things, no three things going for him. He had her support, she was there, even now and he had her love to see him through this.

Second, he had the support and love of Chris. He knew the risks, and he seemed to understand that no matter what, his new found relationship with his boys was paramount to him, and he was positive that Chris would do anything to make sure that their burgeoning friendship wouldn’t interfere with Seth’s reborn fatherhood.

Third, he had the support of Mike, which would go a long way in getting Billy’s support to. Strange, how Mike had picked up on it all, and Billy had seemingly not, but then he could understand that, Billy was totally centred on Mike and only on Mike. God, was that how he was going to be?

As that thought raced through his head, a smile crept up to his face and his hand reached out, and before the smile was full blown, his fingers had already pushed the numbers. Yep, he was going to be just like that.