A Stepbrothers Desire

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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 64

Ty

I had barely gotten home when Josh barked at me from the upstairs balcony.

"Hey Ty, come up here. Let me show you something!" I walked up the stairs and he flashed his phone in front of my face, showing me a text from Jack. It had a screenshot of a twitter account saying it was such a shame someone like Jack had to come down with HIV. I already knew but seeing the screenshot made my nostrils flare.

"First of all, noone just comes down with HIV!" I snapped. "But I already know. Tristan just told me."

"What did he have to say about it?" Josh asked in a snarling tone. I flashed my phone into his face showing Mel's text asking how he was doing now that he had it. Josh gasped. I mean, literally, sucked the air out of his room.

"Fuck them!" Josh barked. "I'm really mad about this!"

"Yep, me too. I say we get the bastard. Show him the subtlety of retracting his mistake."

"Have something in mind?" Josh asked. It took us until Wednesday of the next week to get our plan together, research the law of using water as a weapon, and find out Mark Miller's work schedule at the mall. He got off at 6 pm and would be a perfect time to make our move.

Jack, Jason, and another friend of theirs, straight boy named Kurt, along with Tristan, Josh, and myself, waited in the mall parking lot. We had a cooler full of ice water ready for the launch. We figured we should move it closer in as carrying it would slow our approach. Apparently the boy does a lot of dumb things for attention and has gotten in trouble a couple of times. Jason thinks he's a bit off the spectrum but the fact he's willing to call a guy from India from his school "Punjab" was an indication he felt in control of his actions.

Dufus, as I call him, came out of the mall and froze in terror when he saw us all standing on the sidewalk. He made an attempt to go back in but Kurt blocked his path. He turned back to us.

"Hey guys, I don't know what you're up to but it's not good, out here in front of all these witnesses!" he said, trying not to show his fear.

"Let's just start with rumors!" barked Jason. "What you did to Jack and Tristan was uncalled for. It was a load of shit!" Dufus gave no reaction.

"You mess up people's lives with that shit!" barked Josh.

"It was meant as a joke! I didn't think anyone would get so riled up!" Dufus said. "Besides, I've already taken the message down. So, there!" he snapped defensively.

"Taking it down isn't good enough," said Tristan. "You're going to have to retract it."

"I don't need to do anything of the sort," said Dufus. The group as a whole was mad as hell about that. "Now you all need to get out of the way. I need to get home!" Dufus said, and he tried to move forward. Tristan and I got in front of him.

"You two need to move out of the way," the guy snarled. Josh, Jack, Jason came toward him with the cooler, and throwing the lid to the side, lifted the cooler up high and dropped about six gallons of ice cold water on the guy. He shrieked. Water poured over him, soaking his hair and clothes. He wanted to jump out of the way but just curled up in shock of the coldness. Kurt was recording using his phone to ensure there was a record of the event. No violence, no touching, no implied threats. Just a good old practical joke. People on the sidewalk broke out with laughter.

"He's a rumor mongler!" barked Tristan and everyone gasped. "We wanted him to feel how "chilling" rumors can be!" and the people laughed again. One girl shouted, "serve it up cold, baby!" which made us all break out with laughter. The guy looked like he was going to cry.

Josh and Jason dropped the cooler and Jack said, "if you don't post a retraction by midnight, and I mean it better be a sincere one, it will get worse. It will get so much worse."

"You got the video, Kurt?" I shouted.

"Oh yeah, it looks real good," he said. So did he, I thought but I didn't have time for all that right now. We picked up the cooler and started to walk away, leaving Dufus standing there, shocked and embarrassed.

"By midnight, and by the way, my research indicates that defaulting tires is not a crime. Only slashing them is!" Josh shouted as we walked away.

"Well done guys," said Jason. Jack and Tristan were quiet.

"What's wrong?" I asked Tristan, putting my arm around him.

"We shouldn't have had to do that," Tristan said.

"I agree," said Jack. "But we appreciate the support. What an asshole," he said. Josh put his arm around Jack.

"We got your back, brother. No one messes with one of our own," he said. Jack smiled.

"I think he had a crush on Jack!" Jason snapped. We all laughed.

"He was so gross!" said Tristan. We were howling by the time we got the car. We watched our phones as we ate burgers and drank sweet tea. It was about 8 pm when the twitter account flashed a post.

"Sorry to Jack and Tristan for saying untrue things and about them having HIV. It was mean and "cold". I'm sorry." Josh and I nodded in agreement. Josh took a screenshot and posted it to his account. Soon, the message was screenshotted to all of our accounts, hopefully, to unwind the damage.

Josh and I were almost giddy as we cuddled in my bed late that night.

"I am still in shock we pulled that off," Josh said.

"I know but he had it coming," I said.

"That was a group of friends in serious action," Josh said, looking proud of himself, the way he does.

"I would do anything for Tristan. He's had enough the past few months, especially having been punched by that thug."

"You're right," Josh said and it wasn't too long after, Josh was inside me. I wanted him so bad and he wasn't shy to deliver. As he thrusted slowing in and out of me, he said, "there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, babe. You know that, right?" I nodded.

"And you're doing one of the best things, Josh. Make love to me," I begged. His thrusts intensified.

By Thursday, all of twitter was on fire. People were harping on "twitter bullies" and people who post lies and rumors. Jack and Tristan had a lot of support, many saying they had seen the original post but had ignored it. Other's saying they were sorry for believing it. Josh was at work. I was home along when Tristand and Jack stopped by.

I had them come in and we walked out into the backyard. It was hot but the shade was nice.

"Dude," Jack said. I loved being called "dude." "That's amazing. I can't believe you all came out for us like that," Jack said.

"Why can't you believe it?" asked Tristan. "That's what friends do!"

"Yeah but that was a little over the top, wasn't it?"

"It was," I said, "but it was necessary and seems it was effective."

"I heard his mom wanted to call the police on us but he shut her down. He knew there was a video and we weren't going to get in trouble for some cold water, said Jack.

"Who would've known the effect some cold water would have!" laughed Tristan.

"Maybe it was the "it gets so much worse" part that scared him into doing the right thing!" I quipped. Jack laughed.

Later that afternoon I got a text from Beau. <OMG did you see that twitter?>

<Yeah, I will tell you more later. Meet this weekend?>

"Oh shit yeah. Seriously> he replied It was time to meet up with him and get to know him better. I know he has a crush on me and I hope he knows there is no chance for that right now. I really need him to be on my side this year, I need the build up gay friendships, not hookups and whatever.

We hung out for a while and they asked if I wanted to go out with them to eat Sushi. I declined and wanted to be home when Josh got home. Mom came home a little early, saying she was beat. Bill and Josh grilled some chicken and I put together a salad. It was an ok dinner with the family, catching up.

It was Friday that turned into something I didn't expect. I had texted with Jordan over the week because he was back in town having been in Georgetown with basketball camp and college stuff. He said he really needed to see me. Time was running out and soon he would be gone. Like, moved on to college. I couldn't believe the time was coming for everyone to peel out. I had a growing anxiety about it all and it wasn't just about Josh. It was a change of life and I was sure I was not prepared. The "clan" so to speak would be all gone, broken apart and blowing in the wind. Tristand and I had talked lightly about it but he said he felt the same way.

I drove over to the address Jordan had sent me. This was not his house so I was a bit curious. It was in an old part of town. My mini cooper stood out a bit from the old sedans and pickups that lined the street. But who cares. I'm sure nobody would mess with it, or me. I pulled up to the house which was small but in good condition, painted white with a short fence across the front. Jordan was standing on the porch in basketball shorts and a Psycho Bunny polo.

"Hey Ty!" he shouted as I got out of the car.

"Hey Jordan, what's up?" I said, as he hugged me and ushered me inside. The house smelled old but was decorated with modern things. Leather sofa, glass tables, big screen tv. There was a nice dining room and a kitchen with stainless appliances.

"Nice place. Who lives here?" I asked. Jordan handed me a bottle of sparkling water.

"This is my cousin's house. She's in Africa at some conference. She told me I could stay here if I needed some privacy. I love staying here, being with myself, you know?" Jordan asked. He took a big gulp of his water while I sipped mine.

"So, how you doing?" he asked, pointing me back to the front porch.

"A lot going on, Jordan." I told him about the beach and meeting Kyon Li. I told him about the flare up about the rumors with Tristan.

"Seems I saw something about that," Jordan said. "I'm not paying no mind to high school antics anymore. But let me rephrase, Tristan didn't deserve to be attacked again." He shook his head at me, indicating we should be on the same page. I filled him in on our resolve and he screamed with laughter. I showed him the video and I"m not kidding when he laughed so hard, he dropped into the floor. Sitting himself up at the glass table, we composed ourselves.

"Ty, my man, your daring knows no bounds! I love it." He gave me a look, like his eyes were flashing. I smiled. We checked off certain other topics. He explained basketball camp and all that entailed. Tons of work. He showed me his college schedule. "Intro to" classes which were arranged to work around a freshman basketball player's schedule.

"You guys are so pampered!" I remarked. He laughed.

"Not true... well, maybe a little true," he said. "But we bring the money and the benefactors. It's important. But Georgetown isn't playing. The grades stand or we off the team." As we talked, he got up and started walking toward the back. I followed him. We stepped out onto a covered patio. The heat took me by surprise but I adjusted.

"Fuck, it's hot out here," I said with a giggle.

"I know but I can't, you know," showing me a blunt, "in the house."

"Oh wow, I have longed for some weed!" I said with excitement. "I was hoping you would be `hospitable'," I said, giggling some more.

"Of course. I wanted to chill with you, man," he said. "This is some quality stuff so we ain't gonna do much. Blow your head off, little man," and he laughed. After lighting the thing up and taking a deep drag he handed it to me. I took a quick drag and it felt like it saturated my whole body. I held for a few seconds but had to exhale.

"Oh my God, you're right," I bellowed as smoke exited my lungs then my mouth. "The taste is, wow, so different!" Jordan laughed.

"This is college level, I guess you'd say," Jordan said, taking another drag. He let me have two more drags before extinguishing the large blunt. My head was spinning in all directions for a few moments then came a level of clarity I hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm seeing things very, well, very spe-ci-fi-cly" and we started to laugh and that laugh turned into something I couldn't explain. I laughed until I couldn't laugh anymore. Thoughts zoomed through my mind and I instantly knew how I would handle every one of them. All those decisions I had to make about the opening "Dive-In" ceremony, who would sing, the cheerleaders, the athletes on display, the two speeches, everything.

"What you winding in that head of yours?" Jordan asked as we walked back into the house.

"I don't know, man, just figured a bunch of things out, I guess," I snipped.

"Yeah, stuff will make a smart man brilliant!" Jordan snapped.

"That's cocaine," I said laughing some more.

"This shit too!" he said and more laughter. We stopped in the kitchen and out came a bag of bugles. "Oh shit, I haven't had bugles in ages! Love them!" I barked.

"Gotta have the good stuff to make the experience per-FECT!" he said with emphasis. We munched out on Bugles and they were so good, the taste of corn, so soft, so elegant. And yeah, I was thinking of Bugles as elegant.

"So Jordan," I said, reaching more levels of clarity, "What's this all about? You and I haven't socialized like this in forever. Is something on your mind?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is and well, I think I can only talk to you about it but I'm not gonna talk to you. Know what I'm saying?"

"No, dumbass, that doesn't make any sense!"

"I know," Jordan said. "Let me say it another way. I had an experience, you know, at the college. I don't feel like telling about it but it has me on a thought process."

"Ok," I said, not wanting to push.

"So, you know how you and me, well we've been close. Been through some things."

"Jordan, outside of being one of my oldest friends, you pulled Josh out of a ravine, on a dark snowy night. Yeah,. We've been close."

"You know, Ty, I think about that night sometimes. I think that was the night I came to understand both my power and my humanity."

"Ok, that's an amazing thought. What do you mean?"

"I'm not claiming to be fucking hero or anything, but that night, I was the one chosen to be there, to be of mind and body, to stop, investigate, realize, and rescue. I took your boy Josh out of that car, carried him up the hill, and took him to safety. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"You stirring me up, Jordan. I feel emotions coming on," I said, with cloudy vision.

"I realized after that night, I am more than just a basketball player, a stupid jock, who only cares about himself. I realized I can move fucking mountains, and it has nothing to do with dribbling a ball. You know what I'm saying?" He looked both so stern and so soft.

"I do know. Not everyone gets the chance to face up to their manhood like that, Jordan. You don't how it makes me feel to hear you admit such a thing. You know I have always loved you for more than just a stupid jock. You have always been one of the best men in the room as far as I was concerned. But Jordan, that night you called me and said, "I have Josh," you have no idea. That shit was branded across my chest. I have never forgotten that." A few tears rolled down my cheek. Jordan wiped them with his finger.

"Ty, little man, I have always kept you at bay because one of my responsibilities as a sensible man was to not let you get hurt. Well, I don't think you should stay at bay today. I don't want you to get hurt and I not intending on disrespecting "our" boy Josh but Ty, I need to show you, well, its time I give it up. After my "experience" at school, with another player, I think I know how."

"Know how to what?" I asked, not sure if I was hearing what I thought.

"I know how to move this mountain and show you some love, the kind that you, only you deserve. Just once, just you and me, just magic. Then I'll be gone and maybe it will be a memory we'll both cherish. There, I said it. It's all that," he said, in a quiet voice.

"You're pretty again," I said.

"Huh? What does that mean?" I asked.

"Back in season, you looked dark, mean, like a thug. Your skin was scaly and your body was tight. You played like a demon but you looked like one too," I said. "I'm sorry, I don't want to offend..."

"No no, you're right. The intensity of my workout, regemines, and everything, it does that to a body. Other than a bit of weed here and there, I'm clean in my diet and light on the workout. But you think I'm pretty again?" he asked, this time leaning on the counter, closing in on my face.

"Yes, you're gorgeous. A man, now, Jordan. And after what you've just said to me, I feel like your mind and body are at one with each other."

"Oh so totally agree. That's the way to put it!" and he placed his hand on my arm.

"Can you think outside the box, Ty, just enough to let me, well be a man to you? Will it mess up everything in your life?" he asked in a whisper.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked. No way was he getting close to me without throwing me some verbal love.

"Ty, you have always been pretty. When I'm on the court and all the pressure is on me to make the winning shot, I can look up just for a second and spot you in a huge crowd. My friends would say that sounds like a fag talking but I'm not a fag. I'm a man who appreciates beauty. All of it, a child, a car, a dress, a well fitted suit, an act of kindness." I nodded.

"Oh fuck," I sad in a high pitch voice. "Jordan, why have you held out on me? You never talked like this to me before."

"I didn't know I had it in me but now I do and I don't want too late. Just this once, Ty. Just this..." and his whisper trailed off. I placed my hand on his chest. His hard pecs were pronounced. His hand traveled up my arm and into my hair.

"Ty. this is not open to public discussion. You must never talk to anyone about it." I totally understood. Thinking about rumors and what not, Jordan was the kind of guy that would want to score his athletic career on true success not scandals.

"Kiss me," I said.

"I don't know how," he replied.

"Yes you do," I said and I leaned forward and connected my lips to his. His mouth didn't move at first. His lips were stiff as a board. I didn't move until his lips softened. His mouth opened. I tickled how upper lip with my tongue. His amazing thick lips took over my mouth. He sucked me in. My arms wrapped around his neck. He took me by the waist. His cock got hard. It pressed against me through his shorts.

"Damn, I'm sorry," he said. "I can't hide it."

I took his shorts by the waistband and yanked them down. His cock sprang free. It was gorgeous, poking straight out, thick, and smooth.

"Seems I remembered it being bigger! I guess I was so much younger back then!" I snapped.

"What, you looking for a tree trunk?" he replied and we laughed. Then we kissed again. He pushed his hand into the back of my shorts and pushed them down. The lower half of my body was exposed. My cock was hard and I mean throbbing. Was I prepared for this? Mentally, yes. Physically, I wasn't sure.

He picked me up into his arms. He carried me to the front room and dropped me onto the leather sofa. He eased in beside me. I peeled my t-shirt off as he removed his polo, basically throwing them onto the chair at the end of the sofa.

"Oh my God, Jordan. I'm feeling so many things. Your body is so beautiful. But I'm feeling so much for you right now."

"Same, Ty. Same." We rolled into each other and made out. We explored each other's bodies. He gripped my ass, making waves flash through my body.

"Touch me," I said.

"I am," he replied.

"I mean, there. You know!" I said.

"I don't..."

"If you want to fuck it, you have to touch it," I said souding impatient. Slowly, his hands eased into my crack and his finger found it, my hole, the entrance to that place. He pressed his large finger against my hole and I almost lifted off the couch.

"Oh fuck, that feel good?" he asked.

"Hell yeah," I squeeked.

"I like it too," he said and he pressed harder. "Shit's turning me on. Look at my dick!" he said in surprise. He was hard, so hard. I leaned down and took him into my mouth.

"Ooooh shit, I haven't felt anything....;like....that..."

Sense Tristan?" I said, taking a break for just a moment.

"Oh you know about that do you? Let's leave Tristan out of this too," he laughed. I went back down on him. His cock tasted and felt so amazing in my mouth. I didn't want to let up. I wanted to swallow all the juices he could produce, to let his DNA mix with mine. But he stopped me. He lifted my head up gently and pulled it back to him.

"I don't know about kissing guys but it's good with you. Some reason, I knew it would be," he said, and pulled my back to my face. I rolled onto my back and rolled on top of me. The weight and strength of his muscles was incredible. He looked me in the eyes but was quiet. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"This is as I imagined but never thought would happen," I said. "You're amazing," I concluded.

"If I'm amazing it's because I'm inspired," he said with a beautiful grin.

"We don't fit on this sofa," I said. "I'm about to slide off." He laughed. Jordan got up and lifted me from the sofa.

"Let's go to my room," he said. He took my hand and led me down a short hall past one bedroom and into another. It was small with a queen bed, neatly made.

"Guest room?" I asked.

"Pretty much." I laid down on the bed and motioned for him to come with me. He crawled on top again. This time I was able to wrap my legs around him, feel his hardness press against me. He lifted up again and looked at me, studied me.

"Your body is so perfect," Jordan hissed. "Fit but sweet. I can't hold myself back, Ty. I want this so bad," and he fell back on top of me. I really wasn't sure his cock was going into me the way he wanted, but...

I pushed him onto his back as we kissed. He had gotten really good in a short period of time. His lips were dazzling. He smelled so good, scented and natural at the same time. I wasn't sure he needed cologne. I lifted his legs which was funny because it didn't look natural to him.

"What you doing?" he asked.

"I wanted to see you like this," I giggled. Your cock and your ass look so good, Jordan. Oh my God!" and I fell forward and licked his cock, licked his balls, and ventured downward and put my face in his ass crack. This was the finest of asses when he was standing upright but this spread open position made me burn.

"Ewww shit, what the fuck! Damn, Ty, that feels...oh God!" he exclaimed, jerking his legs around. When I felt done with his hole, I stood up. He wiped one of his eyes.

"Ain't never felt anything like that," he said. "No girl has ever done that to me."

"Glad you enjoyed," I said in a sexy tone. "Where's your lube?" I asked. He pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Army lube from the night stand. "Cheap stuff!" I said.

"That's all a guy needs to get a nut!" he said defensively.

"Yes but this booty is special. It requires only the best!"

"I'm sure that's true," he said, cracking up. I wiped the lube on his cock thickly. This stuff was sticky. I preferred the silkier lube. But we would make due. I sat on him.

"You not gonna let me get on top of you? I think I'd like it that way," Jordan said.

"Oh no. You're not shoving this thing in me. I'm gonna control the initial thing," and I let his cockhead press against my opening. Fortunately, just having had sex the night before, I was loosened. I dropped just a bit more and felt that big cockhead slip in. Jordan's eyes glazed.

"Oh God," he growled. I leaned forward and let him kiss me, inspire me more. Another bit slipped in and after a few rounds of this, Jordan Rose was fully inserted in me. I felt like I was impaled, whatever that feels like. He lay there quietly, afraid to move. I had this. I could do it.

I began rocking gently. His legs spread wide. I rocked some more. His eyes closed and he gripped my thighs.

"Look at me," I commanded. "Your cock is inside me, Jordan. Watch this!" I said. His eyes popped open wide. He ran his hands up my torso and his fingers grabbed my nipples. I almost came. My cock had gone down at first but it was hard again. I rocked harder and then he was fucking me. He was moaning and gasping.

"Oh Ty," he whispered. "So good, so fucking good," and I kept rocking. I felt it though. My ass wouldn't be the same after having this incredible shaft inside me. I was about to cum. I lifted off him and fell to his side. He was panting hard.

"That's what that feels like. Damn, son," he said. I turned and got on my knees.

"Oh fuck," Jordan growled. "You want it from behind?" I nodded my head, causing my bangs to drop into my eyes. I prepared. He pushed. After a few short strokes, he got into it. He pushed just hard enough to get to that spot, my spot, and pulled back gently. My insides felt like Cool-Whip!

"Oh shit, Jordan, you're, g-g-get-ting it!" I gasped. I had to pull off him. His hard cock caused a "pop" when it came out. I laid on my back and welcomed him on top of me again. It was a little harder getting back in but he did so. And he was the man this time. He fucked me. He took my hands into his. He thrusted, strong and gentle at the same time. He kissed me. His body was like art. I was fucked by something more than perfect, almost immortal. And after some very quick thrusts that caused me to slightly lose my mind, he pulled out. He was cooing like a child, sort of, and a long string of cum leaked from his cock. His body trembled.

"Damn, Ty. What's happening!" he cried out this time, in a man's voice. .

"Put it back in me. You're not done!" and he pushed his cock deep into me, pushing my legs forward and lifting my ass. He bashed my ass a few more times, which I wish would have gone on longer but he was done. He pulled and grabbed his cock and shot one fucking load all over me. It was a bunch of shots like Kyon or one big shot then smaller ones like Josh. It was like three shots that landed the thickest cum I had ever seen all over my chest. It was hot, literally. Jordan was making some rasping noises and his body was still convulsing. I took his hand gently and placed it on my cock. With a few awkward tugs he finished me off. I was completely hosed down. The room, our bodies, the very air, smelled of sex and cum. He laid down beside me.

"I just played two quarters, man. I can't believe you are so fucking good at that. Well, I can but I never experienced..."

"Shh," I need to clean off. He looked at me. I put one of my fingers into a glob of his cream and brought it to my mouth.

"No! You're not gonna..." and I put the finger in my mouth. I tasted him. It was salty and fresh, gamey. I wanted to remember that taste for the rest of my life. I got up and got a towel from the bathroom. I wiped myself clean. I rolled over and asked Jordan to clean me up a bit. It was his responsibility and he did. We laid there on the bed. We spoke few words. Soon, he was snoring. My head was racing, with what energy I had left. My body started to wilt. I felt tired, even limp. I decided I couldn't stay. I had to get out of here. I put my face in his ear and whispered, "You were perfect, Jordan. Always have been. Love you," and I got up and found my clothing in the living room. I pulled the door closed behind me and jumped into my car.

"Holy God," I said to myself. "Jordan Rose has fucked me and now all I can think about is getting fucked by Jordan. I have to get home. Clear my head!" I turned the radio on, turned up the volume and drove home as quickly as I could. My head road with thoughts and images. The scents that emanated from his body, his pheromones in his ass, the taste of his skin. His lips! Fuck, I ran the stop sign at the entrance to Park Avenue. Ran that motherfucker right through! Parking on the curb, I entered the house quietly. It was late afternoon but no one was home. Josh was going out with Kyle and Bryce after work. I had time to rest. I went to my room, climbed out of those clothes and into my bed.

I don't know what time it was because it was really dark in my room. I felt a hand rub down my back.

"Hey Ty," the person whispered. "Wake up babe," he said. I opened my eyes and Josh was kneeling beside my bed. His had was under the covers, rubbing my back.

"Hey Josh, where you been?" I asked.

"We went to a guy's house and had some beers. How are you? You sick? Mom said you slept through dinner."

"No, I'm ok," I whispered.

"You sound tired and hoarse. You sure you're not coming down with something?"

"I'm sure. Did you have fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was fun and everybody was thrilled we got that shit sorted out..." and his hand slid down to my ass. He and I felt it at the same time. His finger slid across my lubed hole and my face squinched. He froze.

"Ty, what the hell is this?" he asked, pressing on my hole.

"Nothing, I dildo'd this afternoon. No biggie," I said.

"You don't even have a dildo!" he hissed. "Ty, fuck everything! I've been here before and I didn't like it then! Who did this to you?" he demanded. I could tell keeping his voice down was very hard. He was angry as he slid his hand from under the covers.

"Josh, it's nothing to worry about. I promise," I whispered. My body and mind were so tired, I could hardly lift myself up.

"Ty." he said through gritted teeth. "I am not playing. Who the fuck did this?" he demanded again and then he froze again. I could see his motionless body. "Jordan Rose did this, didn't he? He's the one you've been wanting!"

I remained quiet.

"God-damn-it!" he snapped. He looked towards the window, I guess trying to figure it all out.

"How the fuck did you convice him to fuck you? You must've been brilliant," he said, with so much anger.

"No, I didn't do it. He brought it to me," was all I could say.

"Huh? Straight boy, I mean thug, seduced you? Whatever!" Now I had strength. He was making me mad now. I leaned up and barked, "Don't you dare talk about him that way. He fretted this because of you. He talked about you like you had changed his life. He meant no disrespect to you but he wanted to show me how much he cared about me before he goes off into the world. I told you I would say yes and I won't apologize!" I snapped back. Josh turned to walk away but I wasn't finished.

"Hey Josh!"I barked. He stopped and looked back at me. "Was it Keith Burch?" I asked.

"Was it Keith that did what?" Josh asked.

"Was it Mr. Birch who fucked you? How did that go?" I asked.

"You don't know know nothing about Keith Birch," he said.

"Josh, two weeks ago, at Tristan's, we did a little play thing with him. I stuck my finger in your ass, and yes, I know a well lubed, well fucked ass too!" He did not move. His chest heaved and I could hear him breathe heavily.

"Ty, that is totally different and you know it. I needed to experience something, and yes, I, I mean we did that but its not the..."

"Cut it Josh! It is the same. I kept my mouth shut knowing you needed it and you come in here and pronounce judgments on me and Jordan. Play it fair or don't play at all!"

"But, Ty," he hissed and I heard his voice choke. He coughed and I knew he was crying. "It's not the same thing. It can't be," he said, dropping his face. My mood softened. He had not done this before. It was at his core. I needed to tread carefully.

"Josh, come here," and I motioned my hand. He walked over to my bed. "I'm too weak to get out of bed for some reason, but Josh, it is the same thing. I needed that fifteen minutes with someone who's been very special to me for so many years. I am sorry, actually, that it hurts you. I felt a little of that when I realized you had done it with Mr. Birch but I had to accept your needs. I never planned or even believed Jordan would be capable of showing me so much love but Josh, he did, and..." then I choked.

"I will talk to you in the morning," Josh said and he quietly walked out of my room and into the bathroom.

"Aw fuck," I said to myself. "I know he's not going back to his room to think what I slut I am, how I cheated on him, how I'm just some fucking horndog looking to get fucked by everyone. I'm not like that and he knows it. Fact is, I'm rarely horny anymore, at least, until he saunters up to me and starts kissing me. But, there is a truth, a truth that maybe I did want Jordan just once. Maybe I wanted Caleb too. Don't think I wouldn't give Bryce Chatley a good fuck. And Tristan! I'm not going to even get into that. His friendship is the end of the world to me but I love him, every inch of him. Shit, even that nutcase Brett Winters who tried wielded a knife in my face was super cute. He could've had anyone he wanted if he had paired up with us and not lost his damn mind. I just want to touch these beautiful, amazing guys, guys who, like Jordan, can move mountains, if they doth not know it, in the words of Shakespear." My mind quit racing for a moment and I felt sleep coming back, almost like a push, a hard push.

I was surprised to wake up with my mother standing by my bed. I was shocked but not frightened. I was hoping to see her again soon.

"Mom!" I chirped.

"Hey baby," she said, in that raspy voice of her's. "I've had my eyes on you, Ty. Things gotten rough?" she asked.

"I would say so, mom. I remembered the pink dress she was wearing from sometime. "You look so pretty mom. I love that dress!" I said. She smiled and sat in my desk chair.

"Come here, Shug, and sit on mommy's lap," she said, patting her thighs. I got up and turned to sit. I found I was sitting on the chair. I wanted to sit in her lap. It wasn't there, though.

"Ty," she said.

"Mom, Josh is mad at me. It might be over, I don't know."

"No, it's not, Ty. It's just a momentary flair up. It'll pass in a day or two," she said.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"From where I sit, Ty, I can see very far. Josh is always going to be with you. It may not feel like it sometimes, but you got him. You have each other. Be patient. You're just boys but there is a whole life waiting for you." I felt so warm, so comforted.

"You're just saying that," I said.

"I'm not. I don't have time to play games with you Ty. But I do have an important message for you, son."

"What?" I asked. I was so curious. This was going so well.

"Ty, baby, you need to prepare your goodbye. You're not so good with goodbye's."

"I didn't say goodbye to you," I said.

"You were too young, son. But you're older now. More mature. Ty, make your goodbye to Josh and loving as you can make it. It will help you and him as you part ways at the end of summer. It won't be permanent."

"I can't say goodbye to him, mom. I might was well die."

"Ty, the difference between a warm and loving goodbye and the mean resentful one is the difference between heaven and hell. Remember what I'm telling you, it won't be a permanent goodbye. Just a temporary reprieve..." He image became faint.

"Mom, there is so much I want to tell you!"

"Remember Ty. Keep your story straight..." and her image vanished. I felt like a small child, and I was in a large department store. I looked down the aisle and couldn't find her. She had slipped away. She had to be there somewhere! I called out, "Mom! Mom!" and there was nothing. Nobody. Then the store became foggy, like a mist from the sea had drifted in. I began running around, trying to grab hold of something. I couldn't find anything. Was I running around in circles? Where did this fucking fog come from!"

I should've woke up but I couldn't. Why couldn't I get out of this mess!

Josh

I didn't sleep a wink but I did some thinking. I'm mad as hell about last night but Ty had me. I didn't tell him about Keith and even after the Kyon Li experience, I could have. But I didn't. He had one special moment with someone, I admit, was very crucial to Ty. They had been like boyfriends since long before I was ever heard of. Jordan Rose was not about to sacrifice his future for a romance with Ty. I had to be angry though. I have always meant it when I said noone should be in that special place of his but me!

I got up and wient downstairs. I smelled coffee. I poured a cup and then thought I might get some for Ty. He was going to need it if he felt like me. Pouring the coffee into the Magic Bullet, adding some ice, creamer, and adding just a bit of caramel, I cranked the thing up. It looked so good. This was made with love and not I want to get my lover back. I hiked upstairs and entered Ty's room. He hadn't even gotten up. I slumped by his bed. I gave him a light shake.

"Ty, baby, wake up. I got you something special," I said. He didn't move.

"Ty," I said louder and I placed the iced coffee by his nose. He didn't move. It scared me.

"Ty!" I barked, giving him a hard push. One eye opened briefly, then closed again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Ty?" I snapped. "Wake up!" and I rolled him over. His arm crashed to the side and his head just lay sideways.

"Oh my good God!" I screamed. I leaned forward and pressed my head to his chest. He had a heartbeat. It was beating slowly but easily. I didn't understand. I sat the drink down his desk. I picked up my phone and called mom. Voicemail. I dialed again. Voicemail! Fuck!

I typed <CODE RED!> and waited. The phone rang.

I pressed answer and heard her immediately. "What is it, Josh!"

"Mom, it's Ty. He won't wake up!" I shouted.

"What do you mean he won't wake up?" she barked.

"He is not responding to anything. HE WON'T WAKE UP!" I screamed.

"God! I will be home in a few minutes. Call Bill!" she barked, Tears rolled down my cheeks, my hands shook. I felt like I was going to throw up. I dialed Bill's number.

"What is it Josh?" he asked.

They were both on their way home. I stood motionless, watching Ty, hoping for some kind of movement. Nothing.