Jeremy
I felt kind of stupid leaning against the building, waiting for Kevin to come and get me, but I was too keyed up to wait inside. Finishing projects was totally out of the question. My brain was on a thousand things, but work wasn’t one of them. Luckily, most of my stuff was finished anyway. I’d been winding down my work for the past couple of weeks.
Jackson had been a lot more understanding than he had to be when I told him that today was going to be my last day in the office. He hadn’t even questioned why. The look on my face had probably given a lot away. When I’d gotten off the phone with Kevin, I’d been incredibly wound up. Horny and hopeful…but worried too.
He’d sounded so freaked out.
God, I couldn’t believe what they’d told the therapist. No wonder the guy had been weird. He’d thought that Kevin just hadn’t been ready to admit to anyone what I was doing to him. How could they do that to him? How could they accuse me of something like that?
This wasn’t a game. This was my life. I could have gotten arrested or worse. Kevin seemed to think he’d gotten through to the therapist, but I wasn’t sure. We had to get out of town. We were going to get enough crap from people when they found out we were brothers. We didn’t need people to think I was an abuser who took advantage of my kid brother.
I shook my head in disbelief. What kind of parents told someone their kid was that kind of sicko when they knew it wasn’t true?
My parents, that’s who. People who were more concerned about what the neighbors would say than what their kids needed. It probably hadn’t even occurred to them that I could end up in jail, and we would end up the lead story on CNN. I could only guess they’d assumed the threat would make me back off and keep us apart. That was never going to happen.
Nothing they could do would tear us apart—especially after hearing Kevin flirt with me on the phone. I’d imagined it a thousand times, but reality had been so much better. Hearing the smile and the teasing heat in his voice had been knock-your-socks-off hot.
We still had tons of stuff to talk about, but knowing we were on the same page with things lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. The constant knot in my stomach was starting to fade as well. I’d been worried for so long I almost didn’t know what to do without the constant stress.
There were still too many things to worry about: packing up…leaving the house…learning how to live on our own…not to mention everything to do with school. But those were things I knew we’d learn how to deal with in time. We could do anything as long as we were together.
One thing we didn’t have to worry about was money. Thank God. Between the scholarships and Jackson letting me work remotely from school, we would be fine. It would also give me time to plan my own business and get things organized with that. Kevin might have four years in college but I only had two left. Two years to get everything in place so when I lost my scholarship we’d still be okay.
Jackson said he was still holding out hope I’d come back to work for him full-time when I was done with school, but with Kevin in school for four more years and my parents here in town that wasn’t going to work. I hadn’t busted Jackson’s bubble yet because he was just so nice. It felt mean. He wasn’t even making me get rid of my desk.
Now, my work area wasn’t much, but it was still mine, and it felt good to be wanted. Eventually, I’d have to tell Jackson I couldn’t come back. I didn’t think telling him everything would ever be a good idea, but he’d need to know enough to understand why we couldn’t ever live here again.
What my parents had been doing with the therapist made that very clear. God, calling me an abuser. Basically, a pedophile. Was getting their way and tearing us apart worth telling someone that? Worth telling someone your son abused his little brother? I just couldn’t see doing that to anyone. Even my worst enemy.
Looking down at my phone for probably the hundredth time, I saw it was nearly time for Kevin to pick me up. I’d gotten outside early to wait for him, but even knowing from his texts that I’d be too early, I hadn't been able to stop myself. I was too freaked.
We had so much to talk about.
Yeah, there were parts of our plan for tonight that we needed to finalize; those would be easy to talk about, but the relationship stuff would be more difficult. The toughest part was probably over—just admitting there was something there and that we wanted more.
Teasing him and bringing it up during the phone call had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. He’d sounded so unsure and so alone. I couldn’t let him think I didn’t understand what he was trying to hint at. There’d been a split second of panic before I’d teased him with the yet comment.
The sound of his voice when he’d been trying to explain had been too much to ignore. I couldn’t believe it when he’d flirted back. It was easy to picture how cute he’d look with his wicked grin and flashing eyes. Would we be able to find that easy teasing in person?
Texting after his appointment had been normal stuff without the flirting. Would it feel weird to talk to him like that? The playful sexual type of stuff we’d never been able to do but I’d always wanted? It wasn’t like I had tons of practice either. I’d talked with girls and occasionally flirted but never tried to turn them on. It had been like camouflage because Kevin had been the only person who mattered in my life.
With Kevin, it was different. I wanted that reaction; I wanted to see the passion in his eyes and to know he wanted me. Now it was right there in front of me, and I wasn’t sure what to do. How did I even bring it up?
I was saved from obsessing more when Kevin pulled up. I liked seeing him in my car. It was an older four-door blue Ford sedan—nothing to be that proud of, but it still ran great, and I got it for a steal. The fact that it had plenty of room for moving stuff and got good gas mileage was a bonus.
There was no time left to panic about what to say, so when he stopped the car I just pushed my worries to the back of my mind and climbed in. I settled in the seat and shoved the bag of stuff from my desk in the back. There were a few seconds of awkward silence before Kevin spoke.
“I have no idea where we should go, but I’m not ready to go home yet.”
We had an insane amount of stuff to do before we could leave, but I knew what he was trying to say. There were things that had to be said before we went home. I was hoping we could get everything done before they came home from work, but I wasn’t betting on it. Some nights our parents would work crazy late but others they’d be home by six, and at four o’clock, we didn’t have much time.
“Let’s drive around town for a few minutes, and we’ll figure out where to stop.” Talking about everything might be easier if we didn’t have to look at each other. Driving and talking about emotional shit probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was all I could come up with.
“Okay. Sounds good.”
Kevin seemed glad to have a plan. The texts we’d sent after his appointment made me think he was doing okay, but now I wasn’t sure. He looked…off. But what was I supposed to say?
“Did everything go okay with the therapist?” It was a shot in the dark, but maybe things hadn’t gone as smoothly as he’d said.
“Yeah, it was kinda weird, but he seemed to understand that you hadn’t…that nothing…well, you know.” He blushed and couldn’t finish the sentence. It was cute.
“I still can’t believe they told him I’d abused you.” I decided to try and test the waters. “They don’t even know we share a bed. And we haven’t done anything else like that.” I waited to see if he would take the hint.
Kevin grinned but didn’t look over at me. “We haven’t done anything else like that yet.”
I looked out the side window, but I didn’t try and hide my smile. The tension in my stomach was settling lower, and I could feel my cock begin to react. I wasn’t at work anymore, and there was no reason to hide what I was feeling—so I didn’t bother. It wasn’t subtle, but I stretched my legs out and leaned back in the seat. It put my hardening dick perfectly on display.
If it hadn’t been for his little performance with the towel earlier in the week, I would have probably been more self-conscious, but he’d already started it, so I wasn’t worried. It was time to get some payback. I might love him, but I was still his brother; getting him back was part of the rules.
The catch in his breath let me know he’d seen it, but the hard stop he had to make at the intersection let me know how much it had affected him. Teasing him while he was driving was stupid, but I’d been good for so long that I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to see his reactions more than anything. I wanted to see how I made him feel. Not just the cautious emotions we tried to show. No, I wanted to see the real thing. The passion and love I’d imagined.
I jumped in with both feet. “Do you know what you did to me when you dropped that towel? God, Baby.”
Kevin squirmed in his seat, and I imagined his cock getting harder, but his shirt was so baggy it hid his body. He blushed, and there was silence for a few seconds. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. I forgot my clothes.”
The teasing sound in his voice gave him away, but it was still cute. “Oh, you have no idea. No idea how sexy you were when you walked in and dropped that towel. Showing off your body…showing off your ass.”
I was so hard it hurt, but the little moan that escaped Kevin showed I wasn’t the only one. His hands tightened on the wheel, and I knew we had to find a place to park before I teased him too much more. He didn’t seem to mind. No, the flush on his face and the way he bit his lip let me know he didn’t mind at all.
He was always the hero. It shouldn’t have surprised me when he took a deep breath and looked over at me. “I love you. You know that, right? And not like—you know…like regular.”
My eyes teared up and I reached over and put my hand on his leg. I could feel his body vibrating, and I knew how hard it had been to say it. “I know. I love you, too. And who cares what regular is? I love you—” My voice broke and it took me a minute to be able to finish. “I love you more than anything. I don’t need regular or normal—I need you.”
He reached down and put his hand on mine and squeezed tightly. It was like all the tension in his body released at once because the shaking stopped, and he seemed to relax into my touch. It probably wasn’t as romantic as it should have been, but it worked for us.
As long as he knew how much he meant to me, that was all that mattered.
“For like—”
I interrupted him. I wasn’t going to make him do all the tough stuff. “Forever. Like a couple.” I paused. It sounded weird to say, but I knew it had to be done. “Like boyfriends. Relationship stuff…physical stuff…everything.”
Kevin blushed when I got to the physical part, but he didn’t interrupt. He gripped the steering wheel harder and shifted in his seat. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say when he opened his mouth this time, but I didn’t move my hand. I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet.
“Like…like how physical? I mean…I know the towel and everything but…” He stammered and blushed his way through his question, but I didn’t blame him. The idea of talking about sex with him made me want to blush and squirm too.
“Well…like everything…you know…when we’re ready.” God, I sounded like a dork.
His grip on the wheel got so tight I was worried he was going to break something. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be the car or his hands, but something had to give. He stammered, and it was adorable. “So you want to…you know…like…you know…do stuff?”
He was so damned cute I wanted to laugh, but I knew he’d take it the wrong way. One of us had to pretend to be a functional person here, and I guessed it would have to be me. “Yes. I definitely want to do lots of stuff with you.”
I took a deep breath and kept going. “Like kiss you and everything. Well, the everything part can wait, but I want to be able to kiss you and hold you. Not like just sit on the couch with you. Like really hold you.”
Such a dork. That sounded smooth.
Kevin must have thought so too because he laughed and snorted again. I loved making him laugh, so I didn’t feel too bad.
“Like really hold me huh? I kinda thought we’d already done that.”
“No, like actually hold you. Like…” This time I blushed. “Like touch you and stuff. Not just sit on the couch all PG and shit.”
“Like PG-13 or R?” Kevin grinned, and I could tell he was liking how dysfunctional I was becoming.
“Totally NC-17 kind of cuddling.” I wasn’t going to beat around the bush. There were much more interesting things I wanted to do.
I couldn’t tell if he moaned or if it was my imagination, but the look on his face showed how curious he was.
“I think we need to find someplace to pull over.” Kevin shifted in his seat again and this time I could see that his cock was straining against his pants just as hard as mine.
I still had him beat because I was so hard I was starting to leak precum into my underwear. I didn’t want to back off from things, but I also didn’t like how sticky my shorts were getting. He was right, though. This wasn’t a conversation we needed to have while he was driving. Kevin was a great driver, but no guy could pay attention with a hard-on like that, and I had plans for us that didn’t involve ending up in the ER.
“Okay. Let’s head over to the trail head. That one over past the apartment complexes.” The south side of town backed up to state park land and had tons of trails. I was betting this late in the afternoon they wouldn’t be too busy. The last thing I wanted was an audience.
“Sounds good.” Kevin had a little smirk on his face, and I could tell he knew what I was thinking. But he didn’t seem to mind, so I wasn’t worried.
We drove the rest of the way in silence. I kept my hand on his leg and had to resist the urge to rub it and caress him like I wanted to. I kept reminding myself that we had things we needed to talk about before we got too distracted and there was the fact that he was driving. Getting killed right now would totally suck.
There was a moment of weird silence when he finally pulled into the parking lot. But I wasn’t going to let things get awkward. As soon as I saw we were alone, I unbuckled, leaned over, and wrapped my arms around him.
It would have been easier if we weren’t in the car, but I just pulled him as close as I could without dragging him all the way over the cup holders in the middle. We were a little twisted up, but it worked, and the humor of trying to cuddle in the car with Kevin almost straddling the cup holder broke the tension that had been building.
Kevin did a mock stage whisper and tried to keep a serious face. “This feels like we’re in one of your movies—necking in the back of a car.”
I couldn’t keep a straight face. I tried to use the same voice he did, but my laughing kinda blew it. “We’re in the front seat.”
That made him burst out laughing, and I wondered what else was going on in his head because it wasn’t that funny. I shook my head, and that made him laugh more. When he stopped giggling, he snuggled into my chest, and I held on to him even tighter.
I didn’t want to bring up the hard stuff now and ruin the mood, but it had to be done. We had to plan things out before we got any more distracted. And I planned on getting a lot more distracted soon, so we needed to talk.
Just as I was about to say something, Kevin beat me to it. “So, what’s the plan?”
Always the brave one.
“Well, with everything the doctor said, I don’t think it’s safe to stay here any longer. No matter what they think, if they start telling anyone else that shit, someone will call the cops.”
Kevin nodded and I continued. “And I’m not going to let the threat of rumors keep us apart. We’re both over eighteen, and there’s nothing they can do to stop us. I’ve got the new apartment finalized, and we can pick up the keys first thing tomorrow. We’ve got savings until the money from the school comes in, but that should only be a couple of days if I remember right.”
“We pack up tonight and leave? Just like that?” Kevin seemed uneasy—like it was too simple.
“I think so. We grab our clothes and shit like that and head out. We’ll have plenty of time to find stuff for the apartment and figure out the campus before classes start. So that will be nice.” Getting there early was probably going to make a lot of things easier.
Kevin nodded into my chest but didn’t try and move. “They can’t keep us from taking our stuff?”
I shook my head before I realized he couldn’t see it. “No, I looked it up. They have to let us take our clothes and anything else we’ve purchased ourselves. Presents get kinda sticky because they can lie about what they gave us and what they loaned us, but I don’t think they’ll fight over it. They don’t want the kind of publicity that would happen if I had to call the cops to get our stuff.”
“We fill up the back of the car and go?”
“Yup. Hopefully, they’ll be working late tonight, and we won’t have to fight. We can leave a note and be done with it.”
I was more than ready to get out of here. I wasn’t going to lose a minute of sleep over those assholes, but I knew Kevin was different. No matter how tough they’d made things and what they thought, he still wanted to believe they loved us. I’d accepted the truth a long time ago, and even if I hadn’t, what they’d said to the doctor would have been the final straw.
I would never hurt him. I loved him. Even if he’d never see me the same way, he was too important to me to do anything like that. Cuddling with him, I was glad one good thing had come out of his appointment today. It had forced both our hands. We weren’t hiding what we wanted anymore.