This is the second part of the story of Dan Reed and Milo de Beer -- D'n'M. As before, it includes scenes of sex between teenage boys. However, sex is not the main driver of this story and often there is none at all.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
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D'n'M Part 2
From Chapter 16:
Tom's words shook Milo back to attention. Yes, he had heard the request for a towel but his concentration had been on his eyes, not his ears. And what he could see took his breath away. Tom was stunning. Standing there, the muscles of his chest and arm easily holding up his brother, his long, lean legs firmly braced on the floor, his four inches of soft, thick dick hanging over his impressive balls and with beads of water gently coursing down the gloriously-muscled body. Wow! Half of Milo's mind was in lustful overdrive. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful sight in front of him.
"M, towel?"
Chapter 17:
Milo, completely mesmerised by Tom's naked beauty, half-mindedly, handed Tom a towel who wrapped it securely around his waist (much to Milo's disappointment) and then held out his hand for another. Milo passed over a second towel and watched as Tom used it to rub Dan's limp body briskly dry.
"Make yourself useful, M, and dry D's hair."
Milo did as instructed then, job complete, the two of them more or less carried Dan back to bed where they gently lay him down and submerged him under the covers. Tom kissed his brother's forehead.
"Try to get a few hours' sleep, D. We'll just be across the hall in my room." Dan made no response. "We'll come back later. Perhaps you'll feel more like talking then." With that Tom turned and beckoned to Milo to follow him out. On his way to the door he collected the remains of the breakfast that Milo had selected for him. Together they left Dan's bedroom, closing the door behind them, and made the short journey to Tom's room.
Once in his own familiar surroundings, Tom made straight for the armchair in the corner of the room and immediately attacked the food that he'd brought with him. Speaking through a mouthful of eggs and sausage he said, "Right, M, I eat, you talk. I want to know exactly what's got D into such a state. I know he doesn't always have a lot of confidence in himself - fuck knows why `cos he's such a great kid -- but I've never seen him like this. So go on, spill!"
`Spill? Easy for you to say,' thought Milo. Only half his mind (the boring, sensible half) was thinking about Dan because the other half and both his eyes were glued to Tom's naked torso, raking over the defined musculature and the near total absence of body fat. His jaw had literally dropped. He said nothing.
"Milo! Talk to me. Or do I need to put on a T?"
Milo immediately flushed crimson and almost bit his tongue as he snapped his mouth shut. Crap! He'd been caught ogling his best friend's big brother. That had to be wrong on so many levels. He held his breath, fearing what would happen next.
"Look M, I know my gorgeous bod would be a distraction for any gay boy ..."
"What!" Where did that come from? Milo was completely blind-sided. His heart rate virtually doubled. "I'm not ..."
"Come off it, you don't have to pretend with me. I've been pretty sure since before I went away, but watching you virtually drooling over me today just proves it. And before you get all upset and angsty, not only does it not bother me, I'm really flattered. So don't sweat it." Tom could not have been more reasonable or reassuring.
Milo stuttered into speech. "But why have you never said anything before?"
"Not my business," responded Tom through a mouthful of food. "Gay. Straight. A bit of both. Makes no difference to me. You're M, my kid brother's best friend and pretty much a member of the family."
Milo wasn't sure whether to be shocked or relieved. Then a new, and potentially unwelcome, possibility occurred to him. "Does everyone else know?" He could barely keep the panic out of his voice. He'd been so careful to keep his secret to himself -- and D, of course. Or so he had thought. And now here was Tom saying he'd known for months.
"D knows?" Milo nodded. "Yeah, of course. And it obviously doesn't make any difference to him." Milo shook his head.
"And I'd be surprised if mum hasn't sussed. She doesn't miss much. But apart from her? No. You do a good job of keeping it hidden."
Milo let out an audible sigh of relief. Mrs. R knowing about him wasn't great, but it wasn't the end of the world, either.
"But this isn't about you and your sexuality, fascinating though it is," continued Tom. "I need to know about D. So talk."
Tom calmly resumed eating his breakfast as if outing his brother's gay best friend was an everyday event. Milo took some deep breaths and allowed his heart to resume something like its normal rhythm. Okay.
Breath.
Just think about D.
Breath.
Think about being a best friend.
Breath.
Think about how he and Tom could help D get out of the nightmare he was living.
Breath.
Slowly he began to speak.
He told Tom about the last week, about how hard it had been when Dan seemed intent on cutting his best friend out of his life for no obvious reason; about how worried he'd been when D isolated himself from everything and everyone; about how horrified he'd been when he'd finally managed to get to see D the day before, looking all hollowed out and little more than a shadow.
Tom carried on calmly eating, he didn't interrupt and he didn't ask questions, just like, in fact, how it had been when D, less than an hour before, had told Milo what had been going on. This gave Milo the confidence to continue. He told Tom about how he'd linked the events of the past week to D's after school meeting with Mr. Roberts and about how he'd returned to AR Sports where Tye had explained about the rumours concerning the teacher. At this point his story was suddenly interrupted as Tom spluttered, seemingly over something he'd eaten, but who immediately waved him on to continue.
So Milo told him about getting the phone numbers from Jamal and his conversations with two current members of the soccer squad who had both, in their different ways, reinforced his suspicions. Finally, with his throat tight with anger, Milo told of how Dan had confirmed everything -- the abuse, the threats, the intimidation, the humiliation -- everything. By the end his fists were balled, his heart rate had quickened once more and he was, again, in tears.
It was a few seconds before he realised that he was being held in a tight embrace by the half-naked Tom. But somehow it wasn't the nakedness that mattered, more the basic, loving human-to-human contact. Gradually Milo's heart slowed and the tears stopped. He returned the hug.
"The evil fucker," Tom spat. "The evil, fucking bastard. Wait till I get my hands on him. He'll wish he'd never even laid eyes on my brother. He'll wish he'd never drawn breath." He was shaking, his anger palpable, like a living, breathing entity.
"Yeah. That's what I thought too, when D told me," said Milo, gently breaking apart from Tom and looking directly at him. "But that's not gonna help him right now, and he needs to be what we concentrate on. Roberts can wait. We've gotta help D get through this."
"When did you get so sensible?" queried Tom. "But yeah, you're right, we've got to put him first." He paused. "And M?" Suddenly Tom's voice sounded uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I'm gonna tell you something, something bad, and you've got to promise me you'll never tell D."
"Tell me what?" Milo was puzzled. What could Tom want to tell him that D could never know?
"Promise me." Tom's voice was more insistent now.
"Okay. I promise."
"What you said about the guy at AR Sports and how he had heard the rumours about Mr. Roberts?"
Milo nodded.
"The truth is, when I was at school I heard those rumours too, but I didn't really take much notice - they were about the soccer guys and I was on the swimming team -- and I definitely didn't tell anyone else, like a teacher I mean or another adult. I just sort of brushed it off as high school gossip and let it go." Tom's voice began to quaver. "But if I had taken notice, if I had told someone, then Roberts would have been stopped and D wouldn't be in the state he's in. What sort of fucked-up, useless brother does that make me?"
"The sort of brother who doesn't ask any questions, but drives across the country in the middle of the night when he's told his kid brother is in trouble. That sort of brother." The sort of brother I wish I had,' he thought. You've no idea how lucky you are, D.'
While that thought was going through Milo's mind, Tom had a sudden moment of realisation. "So that's why he didn't want to shower with me," he said, sadly. "He was worried about being naked in front of another guy. And I'm his brother. We've even jerked-off together for fuck's sake. Shit. Roberts has really fucked him up."
Milo inwardly flinched every time Tom used the f-word, but determinedly didn't let it show on his face. "Yeah, but at least he's talked to me about it now so we know what we're up against. That's got to be a start. It's getting him to talk about it to your mum and dad, that's gonna be hard."
"And the school. And the police. Poor kid."
"I think we don't say anything about the police or school. Concentrate on your folks. It's gonna be hard enough for him to tell them, if he thinks he's got to tell anyone else, he'll completely freak out." Milo continued to try to see things from D's point of view. He had no doubt that opening up to Roger and Helen Reed would be a huge hurdle for him to climb over. The thought of anyone else, especially someone official, would scare him stupid.
"But at least we know there are other people who've been through the same thing and could back him up. That's gotta be good," said Tom, sounding more hopeful than confident.
"Hey, hold on. We can't rely on other people, even ones who have been abused like D. I promised I wouldn't repeat anything they told me without, first, getting their say so. I told them I wouldn't even tell their names." Milo was determined to keep to his word, however difficult that might make the job of getting D to report what had happened to him.
"Okay. Calm down." Tom could see how agitated Milo had become. "My bad. Of course I don't expect you to break any promises, but if D thinks there are other guys on the team who would back him up, that might give him the guts to open up about it."
Milo knew Tom had a valid point, but how to convince D?
"We need more time to come up with a convincing plan. Why don't you go and see if he's still asleep while I make myself decent with something more than a towel." Half of Milo's mind turned his face into a picture of disappointment. Tom smiled. Milo didn't move. "Out!" commanded Tom.
Milo left Tom's room and crossed over to D's. He walked in, once again noting the mess it was in. Perhaps sorting it out and tidying up could be the first thing on the list, although changing the bed sheets wouldn't be a bad idea either. Make D see that things could be put right. He walked over to the bed and was relieved to see that Dan was asleep, his breathing deep and regular. That had to be doing him good, thought Milo. It also gave him and Tom more time to come up with a plan. He'd mention his tidying up idea as a first step. And the room certainly needed it, but, thought Milo, the state of it was a very visual and shocking sign of just how badly D had been damaged by Mr. Roberts. D loved soccer. He loved soccer more, even, than he lusted after Beth Harper. He must be hurting so, so much.
It was with these thoughts chasing each other around his mind (both halves) that Milo re-entered Tom's room, expecting to find D's brother changed into a fresh set of clothes and ready to begin the serious work of helping D out of the darkness that had so completely swamped him. So it was with no little surprise that he walked into Tom's room to find him, not just not changed, but not dressed at all. The towel was gone and he stood in the middle of the room, obviously waiting for Milo's return.
Once again Milo was left open-mouthed by the vision before him. Tom's body was a model of youthful masculinity. Chest, torso, arm and leg muscles were perfectly balanced and proportionate. Yes, there was strength and power but there was also grace and refinement. No one part outshone any other, there was nothing but the reality of potential having been realised. Tom was awesome and Milo was awestruck.
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