Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part XI

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April 28th 10:32 a.m.

"Oh, he pissed me off that first night!" Brad exclaimed.

"Tell me how you really feel," Lance laughed.

Lance had the toilet seat entirely down to use it as a seat. The teen himself was nude and was watching Brad. The teen's backside was feeling not only sore but particularly well used.

Brad was not looking forward to going into work where Dalton would be in his usual sour mood. He was always in an overly pissed off state with Brad these days. That could have been from the fact that Brad had swiped Lance right from under him.

The feeling a frustration of having to go into work with Dalton made Brad edgy. So Lance had decided to distract him and release that frustration. This led to Lance taking quite the pounding in the shower.

The older man had applied shaving cream to his stubbly face and was now wiping the mirror clear of steam so he could see himself shave.

"I fucking did! Damn, that man is an ass!" Brad complained.

Lance shook his head at Brad, still chuckling.

The runner took in the sight of Brad.

Standing in front of the mirror, completely nude with shaving cream on his face. While Brad was righthanded, he would shave with his left hand.

The same exact way the Dalton would shave.

Brad's thick torso hair was still damp, causing it to mat down to his skin.

"The similarities between you two is uncanny," Lance chuckled.

Brad stopped his movements. He moved his eyes in the mirror to catch Lance's eyes.

"You did not just say we were similar! We are nothing alike," Brad grumbled.

Lance smiled warmly at the shorter man. He wrapped a towel around his waist then moved over to Brad.

He leaned in to give him a kiss. Brad did his best to keep an angry look but accepted the contact from the younger man.

Lance pressed their lips together only for a moment; however, it was more than enough time for Lance to get shaving cream to smear across his lips.

Lance smiled, wiping the fluffy cream off his lips as he pulled back.

"Are you going to shave, babe?" Brad questioned. He ran his hand along Lance's cheek, feeling the facial hair.

Lance typically shaved every other week since his facial hair grew slowly. Lance brought his own hand up to feel his own whisker-covered face. It had been over three weeks since his last shave.

The young man gave a shrug, "Yeah, I better."

Brad gave him a goofy grin passing him the shaving cream container.

Lance was lathering his face as Brad started filling the sink with hot water.

"You're still thinking about it, aren't' you?" Lance.

"Fuck, yes! That douche!"

October 30th 4:20pm

Lance laid on the couch, covered by a sheet to keep him warm. His mom was sitting in the recliner with a quilt. He was wearing a thin hoodie with a pair of loose basketball shorts. Since he was in lazy-wear, he had decided to go commando.

The two of them had spent most the day together. Lance had a dentist appointment in the morning, which Lacy pulled him out of school for. Lance was in the building long enough to attend one class before having to leave for the day. After the dentist, they had an enjoyable mother-son lunch. They did a little shopping before Lacy had to go to an eye doctor appointment that she had scheduled for herself.

When her appointment was finished, Lacy asked her middle child if he wanted some ice cream.

When had Lance ever turned down ice cream?

"Yes, please," he chirped like a toddler.

When their frozen treats were in hand, they made their way home.

Neither one wanting to unload the car, they left the bags in the vehicle. No items were perishable, so there was no urgency.

Once inside, Lacy and he decided to watch part one of the last Harry Potter film. Lance laid on the couch with his sheet. The house was chilled but not cold enough for a thick blanket. Lance figured the sheet would suffice. Lacy sat in the recliner, raising her feet on the leg rest, with a glass of wine.

They were only at the part where Potter and friends were trying to sneak into Lestrange's vault at Gringotts when the teen heard the door connecting the laundry room to the kitchen open and close.

"Hello," came Dalton's deep voice.

Dalton had texted him earlier saying that he would be at the gym for a bit with Blaine.

Lately, Dalton would text Lance whenever he was switching locations and who he would be with. When Lance asked the man about it, Dalton stated that he wanted to make sure that Lance knew where he was in case of an emergency.

When the teen heard a loud thud on the kitchen floor, Lance was guessing that was Dalton dropping his gym bag.

"In here, sweetie," Lacy called.

"Hey," Dalton greeted as he walked into the living room.

"How was your workout?" Lacy asked, taking a sip of her wine.

"Went alright. Lifted, sweated, hated it as I was doing it," Dalton replied with a shrug.

"Would you like to join us?" Lacy asked nicely.

Lance could feel his stepbrother glance down at him. It felt suspicious.

With a shrug, Dalton replied, "Sure. Give me a sec."

Dalton went back into the kitchen. Lance could hear him unzipping his bag, shuffling through some items, then rezipped it. The teen then heard him walked over and opened the fridge.

"Lacy, do you want more wine while I'm up?" Dalton called.

"No, but thank you!" she called back.

When the man returned, he had a bottle of water in his hand.

He was wearing black mesh shorts that rested just above his knees. His course leg hair was exposed which Lance liked looking at. His leg hair wasn't necessarily long, but it sure was thick. Lance found that attractive.

`Maybe I have a hair fetish?' Lance thought to himself.

Lance was never good at remembering the different labels gay culture had. Some he wasn't even sure what they meant. Take Brad, for example. He was for sure a hairy guy, but he was tone and lean. That description wouldn't classify him as a bear but maybe an otter? Except for Brad was shorter than Lance's five-eleven. Could an otter be an otter if they were shorter than five-eleven?

Lance had no clue.

Dalton was taller than Brad. Not as hairy, but had furry legs, arms, and his torso had that perfect fuzz that was growing. So maybe a wolf or perhaps a jock?

Lance let out a sigh. Who could keep all that business straight?

Lance just knew he was attracted to men and, apparently, their hair.

Dalton's shirt was a red tank top that was a size too small. The tank top was cut low, which exposed some of Dalton's breast showing off the light peach fuzz hair. Faint sweat stains could be seen around the neck opening and beneath his underarms.

Dalton could have sat on the loveseat since no one was there. He also had the option of sitting at the opposite end of the couch where Lance's feet couldn't touch.

Instead, he moved Lance's legs to take a seat. Once he was situated, he moved Lance's legs across his lap.

The teen glanced over to look at Dalton. Their eyes met, but the older man didn't say anything. He only smirked.

"Share the cover," he muttered loud enough for Lacy to hear.

"Get your own," Lance countered.

"I am. I'm making yours mine," he smirked again.

"Jerk," Lance pouted.

"Brat," Dalton said right back.

"Dalton, honey, if you're cold we can turn on the heat," Lacy suggested.

"That's alright. Lance is a furnace. He'll work."

"He always has been my little toaster," Lacy chuckled warmly.

Lance just rolled his eyes.

`Asshole,' Lance thought. If Dalton wasn't careful, he was going to bust both of them.

The three of them quietly watched the movie for about twenty minutes. That is when Lance felt Dalton's left hand began to shift.

His left hand was under the blanket, obstructed from view. Dalton used his large hand and moved Lance's leg ever so slightly, to spread them further apart.

Lance cast a quick look at his older stepbrother, but the man kept his gaze on the film.

Dalton then quietly moved his hand to his own mesh shorts. Dalton was looking for something in his pocket. He saw Dalton pull out his phone above the covers, but Lance felt some sort of plastic rub his leg. It was sharp. Dalton had pulled something else out of his pocket, but the teen was unsure of what it was.

Dalton used his left hand to play with his phone while his right was placed under the covers instead. Dalton clasped Lance's knee. He was rubbing the skin with his thumb.

That is how they sat for a few minutes. Dalton switching his gaze from the movie to his phone to the television again. Being as nonchalant as possible.

The next thing Lance felt; Dalton was stealthily moving his hand up Lance's leg. The teen felt knuckles graze his inner thigh. The man slipped his hand inside Lance's shorts without stopping.

Then Lance closed his lips shut to stop himself from gasping.

Lance was internally yelling at Dalton, throwing him death glares.

Dalton's hand firmly gripped the teen's upper, inner thigh. The man's fingers were warm against the thicker flesh of the teen's thigh. Lance felt the digits were also relatively moist. Too moist to be from sweating.

Dalton slowly maneuvered his hand up further in search of something. Lance had a sinking thought of what the man wanted.

No sooner had Lance thought it, Dalton found what he was looking for.

Dalton used his fingers to spread Lance's butt cheeks, wanting access to the runner's hole. Dalton prodded his hole, sliding a slick finger into Lance. He pushed in, going until his last knuckle.

The teen stiffened, fighting back to moan out.

That explained why Dalton's fingers were wet. The guy had lubed up his fingers! That sharp plastic Lance felt was the lube packet itself and Dalton must have gotten the lube packet from his gym bag.

Did Dalton carry those damn things with him everywhere? Seriously.

He looked over to Dalton again. The cop was still staring intently at the television screen, but he was now sporting a smug grin.

`Bastard,' the thought escaped Lance's mind before he could help himself.

Dalton pulled his hand back slightly but immediately jammed his finger back into the hilt.

The older man twisted his digit inside the teen. Dalton hooked his finger, allowing it to rub the teen's prostate.

Lance did his best not to squirm while maintaining his breathing. Without warning, Dalton shoved a second finger inside the teen. Stretching him just a bit further.

Lance stiffen at the feeling of being fuller. Lance felt Dalton's boner through his mesh shorts. It was a good thing they were under a sheet; otherwise, there would be nothing they could do to cover the older man's excitement. The teen casually moved the sheet, bunging it around his groin to hide his own boner.

Lance could not believe Dalton was fingering him on the couch with his mother in the same room.

Lance was unable to see his mom from where he was positioned, but he could only guess she was engrossed with the movie. She was a huge Harry Potter fan. Lacy would go on and on about the books, films, and Pottermore. To the point that Lance decided to read the series. He could understand why she loved it. It was incredibly captivating.

Lance's thoughts quickly shifted from Potter-verse to focus on the two fingers that raked against Lance's prostate again , making the teen leak precum. The front of his shorts were going to be stained. Dalton repeated this motion several more times.

Lance looked back over to Dalton's face to see he was looking at the teen now.

Lance mouthed, `What the fuck, Dal.'

Dalton still had a smug look across his face.

`What," he mouthed the words innocently.

`Fucker," Lance lipped back.

Dalton turned his eyes back to the television as he slowly fingered the teen.

Lance was sweating now. He rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, trying to cool off some which did very little in reality.

This was so wrong. He could not believe Dalton was doing something this dirty and sexual in the same room as a family member.

`The fucking pervert,' Lance complained in his head.

Despite what he knew was wrong, he secretly wished Dalton would finger him harder. Lance couldn't deny that he loved being fingered. It always put him the mood for rough sex. And Dalton honestly had skillful fingers. Lance loved that the man took the time to slowly stretch him out.

Lance was pouring sweat now, and he was trying hard to not hump against Dalton's hand. That kind of motion would certainly alert Lacy.

Lance could suddenly feel something very, very bad.

His testicles were churning, his prostate aching, his cock throbbing and leaking.

He was going to come in no more than two minutes.

Lance refused to come from being fingered on the couch, with his mom a few feet away.

No, no, no. He would not!

Lance tried to casually bring his legs closer together to prevent Dalton from fingering him.

The older man kept his head forward, but he could see Dalton shift his eyes to give Lance a side glance. The smug look that had been on the man's face for the last ten minutes was now gone. Replaced with a look of annoyance.

Dalton removed his hand from Lance's hole to his relief but found the teen's testicles.

Ron and Harry were arguing about their quest in the film, which was a good thing. The arguing covered up a gasp that Lance released.

Dalton's grip was placing a lot of pressure on Lance's balls, refusing to let up. Lance tried using his hand to move Dalton's away, but the man just gripped harder.

Lance spread his legs again, hoping that would make Dalton stop the squeezing.

The teen saw the man smirk again and quickly returned his hand to Lance's hole. He reinserted two fingers inside Lance roughly.

Even though the ball grasp hurt, Lance was afraid to admit to himself, it also felt terrific. That thought fled his mind, though, as Dalton's fingers found his walnut-sized gland again.

Lance let out a slow, deep breath.

Dalton wasn't fingering the teen at his leisure this time. Dalton was picking up his pace the best he could without drawing attention to himself. The feeling of Lance's arrival quickly returning. Dalton kept jabbing and rubbing his prostate with force.

Lance, unsure of what to do, gripped Dalton's wrist again.

The man gave another slide glance to the teen. Lance shook his head vigorously.

`No!" the runner lipped.

Dalton gave a cocky smiled, nodding his head, "yes."

Fuck," the teen thought, fucking, fuck me,' he internally moaned.

Lance quietly sucked in a breath as his cock spasmed, releasing his come.

The teen closed his eyes, feeling them rollback. His prostate pulsed against Dalton's fingers. The older man pressed into the flesh even more, upon feeling it spasm.

The teen enjoyed the sensation while trying to keep his voice and breath under control. Doing his best to suppress a gasp from escaping his lips.

Lance's cock gave several more spastic spurts as his orgasm begin to subside. He felt the warm fluid soak into his pubes and shorts.

He was going to have to clean up before the load dried and matted into his pubes.

Now, even though his orgasm was finished, Dalton kept fingering him. He wasn't ready to leave Lance's space.

Lance gave a slight jump when his mom's phone suddenly went off.

"It's your guys' dad," Lacy said, putting the recliner down, "You both can keep watching the movie. I am going to answer it, go change, and use the washroom while I'm at it."

"Okay," Dalton's deep voice responded.

"Hi honey," Lacy chirped into the phone.

She rose from the chair, heading towards the stairs.

When her footsteps started to ascend, Dalton moved liked lightening.

"What the fuck, Dal?" Lance hissed.

"Shut up. You loved it," Dalton said.

Dalton moved Lance's legs off him. He gripped the sheet, tossing it on the floor.

The cop's boner was presenting itself clearly from his mesh shorts.

He had Lance's come-stained shorts off, and his own shorts pulled down, tucking the waistband under his balls before Lacy hit the top of the steps.

"You are not!" Lance protested in a loud whisper.

"You got off, it's my turn!" Dalton demanded.

He grabbed the used lube packet and put it in his shorts. Dalton pulled out another one. He tore it open to apply the fluid to his harden cock quickly.

"Dalton, mom will be back in a few minutes! You can't!"

"You know you make me pop in a matter of minutes!"

Dalton got on top of the teen, spreading his legs wider. He looked down, grabbing his cock to aim. When the target was located, Dalton shoved in roughly.

"Fuck," Lance moaned out.

"Quiet, baby! Dalton whispered.

Dalton went off like a horse at a racetrack. He was ferociously thrusting into the runner.

"Fucking tight," he mumbled.

Dalton moved his mouth to capture Lance's.

As he pounded away at the teen's hole, he shoved his tongue right in Lance's mouth.

Lance moaned into Dalton's mouth as his hole was slaughtered. Feeling the flesh spear through him rapidly.

Dalton kept moving his hands to Lances legs, waist, sides, chest, face, neck, hair, and back to his legs. The digits kept moving from space to space. It was like Dalton could not decide where he wanted his hands to rest or perhaps decide which part of Lance he wanted to touch more.

Dalton began sweating even though the session had only just started a few minutes ago.

They heard Lacy walk into the master bathroom and the door being closed. Dalton started to hump at the teen's rear even harder now. He knew they did not have much time.

"Fuck," Dalton moaned into Lance's mouth.

The sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh was all that could be heard.

Dalton's balls were smashing into the teen's round globes with every inward thrust. The load that Lance had released was being smeared all over his groin and Dalton's lower abdomen since he hadn't had a chance to clean it up.

The couch was shaking with every thrust Dalton made. Lance could hear the springs ringing from inside the plushy seat. There was no way Lacy was not going to be able to hear this.

Lance took in a deep breath and smelled nothing but sex, come, and Dalton's sweaty self, mixed with his deodorant. Even though Lance was nervous from the fact that they could be heard and found out, the smell was turning the teen on to the point where it drowned out his fear.

Lance had an erection again. He noticed has his hard dick was slapping against his hoodie-covered stomach from the movement of Dalton's fucking.

"Fuck, here it is!" Dalton moaned out, breaking the kiss.

Dalton slammed as hard as he could from the angle he was at. The force made Lance grunt out. His body pushed into the armrest and Lance swore he heard a snap.

Lance felt Dalton's hairy, wet groin mash against his rump. His hairy crotch was now matting itself against Lance's cheeks.

Dalton had his head resting against the armrest of the couch as his cock unleashed its load.

Lance panted as Dalton unloaded in him.

"God, yes," Dalton moaned out smiling wide, "I've missed you today. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I just thought about touching you all day. I got a fucking boner on the treadmill thinking about you. I had to go to the locker room to jerkoff," the man admitted.

"You didn't!" Lance said.

"You bet your fucking ass I did," Dalton laughed. He brought his lips to give Lance a kiss. When he pulled back, Dalton let out a happy sigh, lowering himself completely onto Lance. The man's sweat being absorbed by Lance's hoodie.

Lance gave his cheek a lingering peck which made Dalton moan.

"I missed you too," Lance said to his boyfriend quietly.

The teen brought his hands up to stroke the smooth strands of raven hair.

The pair laid there together as long as they could. Dalton had yet to remove himself from Lance. The teen felt streams of come escaping from his plugged hole and running down his backside.

"You smell good," Lance said, taking in another whiff of Dalton.

"You like how your man smells after a workout and after sex?" Dalton teased.

"I kinda do, yeah," Lance confessed shyly.

"Remember that when it's summertime, and I come back from a run," Dalton said with a chuckle.

Lance heard the toilet being flushed from upstairs. The water could be heard as it traveled through the pipes.

"Off! Before we get busted!" Lance ordered, hitting Dalton's side lightly.

Dalton moved his face again to press his lips firmly against Lance's, caressing the teen's cheek in the process. Lance touch the other man's face himself only for a moment. He gave Dalton's cheek a gentle stroke, but then moved his hand to push Dalton away.

`No time!" Lance's mind screamed at him.

The older man removed himself from Lance with a sloppy `popping' sound. Dalton passed the teen back his shorts, which the younger man slipped back on. Dalton pulled his shorts back up, but his softening dick was still chubbed enough it could be seen from beneath the fabric. He grabbed the empty single-use packet of lube, putting it back in his pocket and picking his phone up from the floor.

"Lift your legs," Dalton ordered.

They could hear Lacy coming back down the stairs. Dalton retook his seat, putting Lance's legs back onto his lap. He shook the blanket in the air to help spread it down onto them like it had been before.

Dalton gave Lance one last look, blowing him a kiss. His forehead glistened with sweat causing his bangs to mat together.

Lance gave a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"You're so fucking gay," Lance mumbled.

Dalton chuckled, moving his hand to Lance's groin. He gave his testicles a small flick.

"Ouch! You ass!" Lance roared.

"Douche!" Dalton retorted.

"Poop muncher!"

"Shoe sniffer!"

"Booger breath!"

"Yes, they're home. Calling each other names the way brothers do," Lacy said into the phone as she returned to the living room.

She took her seat back on the recliner, pulling the footrest out.

"I think one of them farted though. It smells raunchy in here," she said with a disgusted tone.

"My bad!" Dalton laughed, raising his hand. Smiling easy at the lie.

"It was from Dalton. He is going to have to change his shorts," Lacy informed her husband.

"I did have a workout, too!" Dalton added loudly.

Lacy chuckled, continuing her conversation with her husband.

Dalton turned to face Lance, wiggling his eyebrows. Lance merely rolled his eyes at him.

"That sounds good to me. Hey guys," Lacy turned to Dalton and Lance, "dad is getting Subway for dinner. Text him what you want."

Lacy turned her attention back to Nick, "Yeah, I have cheesecake and wine in the fridge. Okay, honey. I love you,"

"Love you, dad!" Both Dalton and Lance called out.

"Did you hear?" Lacy asked. She smiled at the response her husband gave, "Okay, hang on."

"You're on speaker, Hun," she stated.

"I love you, boys. Dalton quit ripping ass," Nick's voice came from the phone.

Both Dalton and Lance bust out laughing from the comment.

Lacy chuckled, taking her husband off the speaker.

"Okay, we'll see you soon, Nick. Love you."

Lacy sighed, setting down her phone.

Dalton was busy texting his dad what he wanted when the man asked, "you still do a foot long with turkey and provolone on white. Mayo and vinegar, not toasted. Then you like salt and vinegar chips with a raspberry iced tea?"

Lance smiled at Dalton. He couldn't believe that he remembered his entire order.

"You remember?" Lance asked.

Dalton looked over at the teen with a smirk.

"It's not a hard order. I'll text dad," the man replied with a wink.

Lance just kept his smile planted on his face. He rubbed his foot against Dalton's stomach to show his appreciation. The action transformed Dalton's smirk to a sincere smile.

The man didn't smile enough. When he did, Dalton became even more handsome. It was a shame that he didn't give sincere smiles more often.

"Oh, Lance honey, I bought you some outdoor gloves since your red ones were getting awfully tattered. They are in my car. Make sure you bring them with you this weekend," Lacy announced.

"Thanks, mom," Lance said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I just can't believe you boys are going on a camping trip. In November! It is supposed to be a low of thirty. Wouldn't you rather stay at home?"

A while back, Brad had stated that Lance and he would be taking a camping trip. What Brad had failed to mention was that the cop usually goes camping with several guys from the precinct. Dalton, Blake, and Blaine being some of the guys.

Originally, Lance could have sworn the trip was supposed to be the last weekend of October. Whether that was the original plan or scheduling conflict arose, the trip had been moved to the first weekend of November.

The days were from November second to the fifth. Lance explained to Brad he might have to meet him down there for the weekend since he still had classes that Friday and Monday. After speaking with his parents, however, they did give him permission to go. Under the stipulation that all his assignments were complete for Friday, Monday, and Tuesday for the following week before he left. Which he did promptly.

"All your homework is done, right? Until Tuesday?" Lacy asked.

Lance chuckled when she asked.

"I was just thinking about that! Yeah, finished, mom," Lance relayed.

"Are you packed? You leave in a few days," Lacy reminded her teenager.

"...yes..." Lance replied hesitantly. His tone giving away the fact that he was lying.

"Lance! You said you'd be packed by Sunday! It's Tuesday, and we leave Friday morning!" Dalton complained.

"I have tomorrow to pack!" Lance defended himself.

"Tomorrow is Halloween, remember? You are still okay to pass out candy, right?" Lacy questioned.

"Sure am," Lance replied.

"Thursday night, you are finishing a project with a classmate, right? It's due when?"

"Yeah. With Logan Zimmermann. It is due next Friday, but we want to get it out of the way," Lance answered.

"Good," Lacy commented, "but you should really go pack."

Dalton set down his phone, no longer holding a smile. In all seriousness, Dalton asked, "Who the fuck is Logan Zimmermann?"

Lance could hear the jealousy and paranoia in the older man's voice. Lance rolled his eyes.

"Language, Dalton!" Lacy scolded.

Dalton ignored Lacy. He instead kept his eyes locked on Lance.

"Who is this guy, Lance?"

"Logan is my lab partner for Mr Morton's chemistry class. We are finishing a report for our project."

"What kind of project?" Dalton interrogated.

"We were working on how to create different colored flames. Since, you know, different materials can cause a flame to change color," Lance replied with annoyance.

"Why can't he come here to finish the report?" Dalton pressed on.

Lance stared at Dalton in disbelief.

"You're right, mom," the teen stated, "I am going to go pack so that I am all set."

"Good! I'll call you down when dad gets home," Lacy stated.

Lance hopped off the couch. He rolled up the sheet into a ball, tossing it to Dalton, who was glaring at the teen.

Lance made his way to the stairs up to his room, muttering the entire way.

"Dumbass getting jealous because I have fucking homework assignments," the teen chuckled to himself.

`Yeah, but he has always been the jealous type,' Lance thought.

Dalton's jealous tendencies annoyed Lance at first. Hell, they could still be frustrating, but Lance had been thinking a lot about why the man was so jealous. Lance was pretty sure he had zeroed in on the answer.

Lance was only able to reach his room and grab a duffle bag before he heard rapid footsteps coming up the stairs two at a time.

Lance was grabbing some items from his closet when Dalton barged in.

"Don't overreact," Lance said firmly to Dalton.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to some dude's house?" Dalton asked with annoyance.

Lance had a couple shirts in his hand when he turned around. He walked over to his bed to lay them out.

"Because I didn't think I had to. Am I going to have to tell you every time I go over to see a friend or peer?"

"If they have a dick then yes!" Dalton said matter-of-factly.

Lance moved in front of Dalton. He was glaring at the teen with his nostrils flaring with anger.

Dalton shoved his phone in the teen's face. It was Logan's Facebook page.

"Football team. Wrestling team. Friends with Cooper. I couldn't help but notice he's not fucking ugly either. Is this the asshat that was porking you?!" Dalton snarled.

Lance looked at the phone then to Dalton.

And the teen let out a laugh.

"What the fuck? It isn't funny! Is this him?!"

"No. I should be pissed with you, but goddamn it, I think you're being cute," Lance laughed.

"Seriously! What the fuck, Lance!" Dalton hissed.

Lance shook his head with mirth.

"No, it wasn't Logan. Logan and I only ever talk in class. Even then, it is only if I must talk to him. He is a nice enough guy, but we run in different circles," Lance explained.

Lance moved his hand up to Dalton's face placing a hand on his cheek. He quickly moved his face to give Dalton a peck on the lips. Lance then continued going about his business.

Dalton stood there dumbfounded, feeling kind of stupid for his outburst. The man could feel his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"I um..." the man blundered. He was at a loss for words.

"This is what I'm talking about, Dal. You overreact when you don't have to. I have eyes only for one man and his dumbass is standing in my room."

"Fuck you! I'm not dumb," Dalton whined.

Lance moved to give him another kiss. Before he could pull away, Dalton moved his hand behind Lance's head to keep him there. Lance didn't mind or attempt to pull away. Dalton gave him several closed-mouthed kisses before he parted his oral opening, letting his tongue swipe Lance's lips.

Lance took the cue separating his lips. Dalton moved his other hand to Lance's wrist and pushed his groin into Lance's. The man was rock hard again.

Dalton moved Lance to the bed without breaking their kiss. Lance was placed on his back with Dalton on top of him.

The older man running his hands up Lance's side had the teen moaning louder. He broke away from Dalton.

"Dalton, the door is wide open," the teen complained.

"Yeah. And?" the man countered. He moved to Lance's neck to kiss and nip at the sensitive area.

"Mom can walk in any second."

"We'd hear her coming up the stairs."

"Not necessarily. Off," Lance commanded.

"Seriously?" Dalton asked with annoyance.

Lance let out a chuckle.

"You're acting like you haven't had sex in a week. We literally had sex not even fifteen minutes ago."

"So? I'm horny. Let's go again," Dalton leaned back down to Lance's neck, but the teen moved his hand to Dalton's head to prevent him from making contact.

"You're ridiculous," Lance laughed.

"Yeah, but you are the one that chooses to date me," Dalton said with a smug smirk.

Despite Lance's hand trying to stop Dalton, the man's lips connected with the teen's neck.

"Mmm," Lance hummed.

"Baby boy, I love the sounds you make," Dalton whispered in the teen's neck, "you going to let me in you again?"

"Yes," Lance moaned, "but dad won't be very long."

"We have plenty of time, baby. Strip everything," Dalton ordered.

The pair separated, and Lance removed his clothing. When he removed his underwear, Lance used it to wipe up the come from his pubes from their earlier session.

Lance turned to look at Dalton. How the man managed to strip without making a sound was impressive. Then Lance saw something he hadn't seen in a while--Dalton's phone. It was pointed right at Lance's naked form.

"Dal!" Lance whined quickly covering himself up.

"Hey, why are you hiding from me?" the man asked with a chuckle.

"I wasn't expecting you to be recording me. Put it away!" Lance laughed.

"You have nothing that I haven't seen before...or had in my mouth," Dalton said, wagging his eyebrows.

"That may be so, but your friends haven't seen me in this light! And I don't want them too! Delete this one! I'm too exposed," Lance ordered.

Dalton hesitated only for a moment. His face was scrunching up as if thinking or working out a puzzle. His perplexed look only lasted a moment before he broke out into a grin.

"Nah, I need jerkoff material. Why go online to watch porn when I have my own personal porn actor?"

Dalton smiled wicked at the younger man. He grabbed Lance's pillow and tossed it at him.

"Lay down on the floor. Put the pillow under your butt," Dalton commanded.

"You are not," Lance wined.

"Oh, we are. On the floor, baby boy."

Lance did as instructed. Once in position, Lance took the initiative to spread his legs. The teen looked up at Dalton. The man was all but drooling.

His deep breathing made his chest puff out before sinking in deeply. Lance could see him starting to sweat again even though he wasn't doing any vigorous activity. His nostrils were contracting with excitement-- Dalton's erect member twitching in anticipation.

Lance never quite realized the effect he had on the older man until that very moment. Lance was pretty sure he never excited anyone the way he excited Dalton.

"You are so fucking sexy, baby boy," Dalton huffed out.

"Are you going to fuck me or..." Lance took his hand and groped his own breast. To Lance, it felt a little awkward grabbing himself in this way. He, in truth, felt silly, but Dalton was no longer watching Lance through his phone. His eyes were glued on Lance's hand and what it was doing.

Lance gave the most seductive smirk he could muster. He moved his hand down, spreading his fingers as far as they could go, rubbing his abdomen, his stomach.

When he felt his pubes with his fingertips, he kept moving his hand down until he reached his penis. He gripped the erected flesh.

"...or do I have to relive myself?" Lance asked finishing his sentence with a whisper.

He stroked his shaft, feeling his single thick vein that ran up the flesh.

"I much rather have that hard cock of yours fucking me until I come, but if in a bind, I'll rub one out if I have to," Lance let out a low moan as he finished his sentence.

The teen heard Dalton give an audible `gulp.'

As Lance continued to stroke himself, Dalton reached down with his free hand and began to rub his own meat.

"I know I probably don't say it enough, but you are my man. You take care of my needs. God, you always feel so good inside of me. Do you like the way it feels when you're balls-deep in me?" Lance asked dirtily.

"Fuck yes," Dalton breathed out heavily.

"Who is your man?" Lance asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You're my man, Lance," Dalton croaked out, rubbing himself harder.

"Kneel down in front of me," Lance commanded.

Dalton complied. He knelt in front of Lance, positioning himself in between the teen's legs.

"Come closer, babe," Lance said quietly.

Dalton shuffled on his knees, getting as close as he could.

Lance gripped the cop's cock. Dalton let out a gasp from the contact. The man was oozing precum which was perfect for what he was about to do.

Lance gave the other man's dick a few strokes before asking, "how does that feel?"

"Fuckin' great," Dalton moaned a little too loudly.

"Shh, Dal. The door is open," Lance said with a smile.

Dalton closed his eyes, enjoying the stimulation. The camera phone still taping, but Dalton was having a challenging time keeping a steady hand.

Dalton moved, reaching for some of their discarded clothing. He took his shirt, Lance's pants and underwear, wadding them together. Lance watched as the man then set his phone against the pile of clothing. He then returned to his position, in between Lance's legs.

With Dalton closer now, Lance moved his dick next to Dalton's. He used both his hands to masturbate them at the same time. Dalton's leaking cock serving as lube for the two of them.

"Fuck," Dalton moaned out.

"Yeah?" Lance asked quietly, stroking away at their cocks.

"Fuck yeah," Dalton whispered-yelled.

"Shh."

"I can't fucking help it," Dalton hissed out.

"Okay, lay on top of me, Dal," Lance said. He removed his grip from their dicks.

Dalton again complied. He laid on Lance with a slight grunt.

"Okay, here we go," Lance muttered.

Their dicks were slick with precum and sweat. Lance thrust his hips, grinding against Dalton, rubbing their meaty sticks together.

"Oh, fuck," Dalton moaned out. He lowered his head into the nap of the teen's neck. He started licking, biting and sucking right above the collar bone.

Dalton began moving his hips in conjunction with Lance's, trying to get as much friction as he could.

"I've never done this before," Dalton moaned in Lance's neck.

"I suspect frotting with a woman would be difficult. Lack of a penis and all," Lance chuckled.

"It's fucking amazing," Dalton licked his tongue along Lance's neck, leaving a trail of saliva.

Lance kept his grip firm, picking up the pace. The runner thrusting into his own hand and against Dalton's sex.

"Have I told you, you're fuckin' sexy?" Dalton growled against the teen.

"You might have mentioned it."

The only audible sounds were Dalton's lustful voice, Lance's heavy breathing, and the wet sound of two dicks simultaneously jerked together.

"Baby boy," Dalton breathed out.

"Yeah?"

"Are you close?" the man asked.

"I can blow whenever you're ready," the teen's sultry voice replied.

"Less than thirty seconds, Lancewell," Dalton moaned loudly.

"Shh!" Lance scolded again.

"Let Lacy hear us," the cop hissed.

"I swear to god, you have mom catch us like this," Lance started.

"I," Lance picked up his masturbation speed.

"Will," Lance applied a death grip to their dicks now.

"Fucking," both Lance and Dalton were thrusting quickly into the teen's hands. The cockheads rubbing against one another slimily. Their meat sticks radiating heat against one another.

"Kill," the teen was jerking them off as fast as he could now.

"You!"

"Boys! Dinner!" Lacy called from downstairs.

"Coming!" Dalton yelled.

Both men ejaculated at the same time. Lance removed a come covered hand at lightning speed. He slapped his come covered hand against Dalton's mouth to prevent him from screaming anything else.

"Mmm! -uck!" Dalton moaned loudly through Lance's hand.

"Not so fucking loud!" the teen grunted. His orgasm still spraying them both.

Dalton continued to grunt as his seed oozed from his slit.

"You going to keep your voice down now?" Lance asked breathlessly.

Dalton, who was breathing heavily through his nose, gave a slow nod.

The cop gave Lance a confused look when the teen started chuckling and snorting when he had removed his hand from the other's mouth.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Dude, you got jizz on your face," Lance said snorting again.

Dalton lowered his head, attempting to wipe the white fluid against Lance.

"Dalton!" Lance gave a playful yell, pushing Dalton away.

"Now who is being too loud?!"

Dalton was still heavily breathing as he came down from his climax high.

Lance leaned up to kiss Dalton's cheek, but Dalton wasn't having it. He moved his face just in time to catch Lance's lips with his own.

"Guys, dinner is here," Mickey called from the staircase.

His footsteps were ascending to the second floor.

Dalton was off of Lance in a flash. He sprinted to Lance's door, closing it as quickly and quietly as he could. Dalton locked it as soon as the door was fully closed.

Lance moved just as quickly throwing on his clothing.

"Come on," the teen whispered harshly. He waved his hand, signaling for Dalton to dress.

Mickey didn't stop at Lance's room. The youngest of the three boys made way to his own bedroom.

"Fucking close," Dalton said with a snicker.

"Not funny! Get your naked ass dressed before mom or dad come up here!"

Dalton, still chuckling, did just that.

"I swear to god, you want us to get busted," the teen accused.

"Would that be so bad? My friends know we are dating. If your friends, dad, Mickey, and Lacy all knew, we could openly date. Would that be so bad?" Dalton was dressing himself as he spoke.

"Mom and dad? They would seriously blow a gasket! They wouldn't let us be within ten feet of each other, and they would never let us be alone. Never."

"Don't be so dramatic," Dalton said, rolling his eyes.

"You know I'm right."

"Fine! We fucking won't tell them!" Dalton snarled.

"Dalton!"

"What about your friends, then, huh? Why haven't you told them? Are you embarrassed to tell them that I'm your boyfriend?!" Dalton raged. The man's voice was getting dangerously loud.

"Quiet! Mick's room is just down the hall!" Lance whispered-yelled.

"Guess that answers that," Dalton complained with a scoff.

"Don't be like that, Dal! I've been thinking of how to tell them. They aren't going to be exactly over the moon that I am dating you."

"Why the fuck not? I bet it's fucking Cooper who-"

"It is because you have treated me like shit for years, Dalton. You may have hidden it from mom and dad, but Carol and Cooper got front row seats to the Dalton Shitshow. I have been telling them how you have gotten better. I've explained how you have been changing into a decent person. A man that I really, really care for."

A fully dressed Lance glared at a fully dressed Dalton.

"Really?" Dalton asked with genuine curiosity.

"Yes, you asshat! I like spending time with you, and I like being your boyfriend. Your damned temper and insecurities just get in your own way."

Dalton didn't say anything. He instead looked at the floor.

Neither man moved nor said anything.

After a pregnant pause, Dalton raised his head and stepped over to Lance.

He didn't yell or get defensive.

Dalton gingerly placed a kiss on the younger man's cheek.

"I hear you. And I'm listening, Lance. I'll do better for you," Dalton whispered.

Dalton gripped the teen's hand briefly, offering the runner a small smile.

That damned handsome smile.

October, 31st

"Now your dad and I will be home around two. You know how your dad and I love Halloween," Lacy said with a smile. She was sitting at her vanity mirror, applying makeup. Lacy was dressed like the 1990's Batman film, Poison Ivy. Lance leaned against her bedroom doorframe, listening to her as she rattled off instructions.

"Oh, I know," Lance replied chuckling. His parents worked hard and always put him and his brothers first, but come Halloween, they partied like teenagers.

"Micky is having a couple of his friends over. Bernie, Mark, and Jesus. I have coordinated with all their parents. They agreed to let them stay the night as long as I get them all to school in the morning," Lacy explained.

"Oof, that is going to be rough," her son stated.

"Tell me about it," Lacy said with a groan, "it's a good thing I love that child of mine. At least your dad and I requested off work tomorrow."

"Anything else?" Lance asked.

"Yes, the boys are not to leave this house. They can have junk food, but not the candy for the trick r' treaters. Micky said they plan on watching some horror films. I have locked the booze in the garage fridge. Just, keep them in line and make sure they get to bed. And no girls! I don't want any teenagers getting pregnant under my roof!" Lacy visibly shuttered at the thought.

"Got it, mom."

"Are Carol and Cooper still coming over?" Lacy questioned.

"Yup, they are on their way now."

"Lance?" Nick called from the master bathroom.

"Yeah, dad," Lance called back.

"Make sure you lock the front door once the trick r' treaters go home."

"I know, dad," Lance smiled.

Lance always locked the door without Nick needing to remind him. The reminder seemed odd, but Lance didn't press it. Lacy saw the look on her middle son's face.

"You know your dad worries out of love," Lacy smiled back at her son, looking at him through the mirror.

"Oh, I know."

"It's my job to worry about you boys," Nick called back from the bathroom.

"And you know that we love Carol and Cooper, but no funny business. I don't want to explain to Carol's parents that she got pregnant here."

"Mom! They aren't even dating. They have never been intimate," Lance explained.

"But really," Nick said, popping his head out from the bathroom, "it is only a matter of time before they bone."

"Dad!" Lance whined.

"Nick!" Lacy called out at the same time as Lance.

"What?" Nick smiled mischievously before returning to his own mirror. He was dressing as Two-Face and finishing his makeup.

"Anyways, there are frozen pizzas if you or the boys get hungry. Are Cooper and Carol planning on spending the night?"

"No, we were planning on watching movies ourselves. The plan was they'd go home around eleven or so."

"Sounds good. Oh, and Dalton is working tonight until ten."

"What? That is early for him. Why isn't he working until morning?" Lance questioned.

"He traded shifts. Your dad thinks he is seeing someone."

"You think he is too, Lace," Nick called out again.

"You uh, you do?" Lance asked with a moment of hesitation.

"Yeah. Dalton's been acting differently. Happy," Lacy said with a warm smile.

"I caught him looking at apartments and houses last week," Nick added.

"What? Dalton is moving out?"

That was news. Dalton had not mentioned that to Lance at all.

`But that would explain all the extra hours and overtime,' the teen thought.

"I am not ready for him to move out, but he said that he wants his own space and to set his roots. I think he wants his space so he can bone with this mystery woman whenever he wants," Nick explained.

"Why would you think that?" Lance asked.

"Honey, you know your brother has always...had a parade of women that he would accompany. Mind you, I have never approved of him being physical with so many people, but it has been months since he has talked about one of his female companions. We haven't seen a young woman with him in the same amount of time. So naturally, your father butted in," Lacy said without amusement.

"What?! You know you were curious, too!" Nick attempted to defend himself.

"What did Dal say?"

"That there was someone who has caught his eye. They only thing he told me was he has been dating a young lady. When I asked why we haven't met her yet, he would only tell me he wasn't ready for those two worlds to collide," Nick stated.

Now his parents knew that Dalton was dating someone. The dumbass put them on their parents' radar.

`Fuck me!' Lance mentally yelled at himself.

That's why Dalton was asking and pushing for him to tell his friends about their dating. Did he want to tell their parents as well? Was he crazy? His parents would go berserk!

"You okay, honey?" Lacy asked with concern.

"Just shocked," Lance said truthfully.

"Isn't it crazy? I think it's good for Dalton, though. I am thrilled to see him happy and taking a relationship seriously."

"It's about time he took one of those women seriously. The boy needs to settle down," Nick said, walking from the bathroom, "what do you think?"

"You look awesome, dad," Lance gave a thumbs up of approval.

"Dashing! I love the scars," Lacy said with a smirk.

"You know, Lance, you could do a little investigative work and find out more about this woman," Nick suggested.

"I doubt he would tell me if he hasn't told you," Lance replied.

"Nonsense, you boys have always been close."

"I'll try," Lance said with a sigh.

"Honey, when are you going to bring a nice boy home? You haven't dated anyone since Ryan," Lacy questioned. She finished applying her makeup and was inspecting herself in the vanity mirror.

"Mom," the teen gave out a groan.

"She's right, Lancewell. You are smart, funny guy that can literally kickass," Nick said, giving Lance a few playful jabs in the teen's ribcage, "you're a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have you. That fucking idiot did you wrong, and you didn't deserve that."

"Nick, language!" Lacy scolded.

Nick smiled and rolled his eyes but continued.

"What I'm saying is, get back out there. There are plenty of guys," Nick gave his son a reassuring smile and ruffled the runner's hair.

"Dad," Lance groaned, but it was only half-hearted. The teen playfully swatted the hand away.

"Your father is right, Lance. Men would treat you wonderfully. You've always been kind and intuitive and handsome to boot," Lacy chirped proudly.

"Mom!" Lance whined, blushing.

"He is our little stud muffin, isn't he," Nick said in a baby voice.

"Just the cutest little stud muffin. The studly-est ever!" Lacy matched the baby voice. She rose from her seat to play with Lance's cheeks while Nick tussled Lance's hair to make it messy.

"Oh my god, you two are ridiculous. I'm out," Lance laughed maneuvering out of their grabby hands.

"Just go and have fun. Call if you guys get drunk, and I'll come to get you," Lance said, walking towards the bedroom door.

"He is such a responsible, stud muffin," Lacy called in her baby voice.

"The best, most responsible stud muffin I ever did see!" Nick cooed, along with his wife.

"I am never going out with you two in public again!" Lance yelled back, hopping down the stairs.

October, 31st

9:32 pm

Lance was sitting in the living room with Carol and Cooper. Micky and his friends settled themselves upstairs. They had made several frozen pizzas, raided the snack pantry, and a case of Mountain Dew.

The teen and his friends were watching Halloween. Lance had seen this one enough that he no longer jumped or swung his fist; however, that still did not stop his friends from sitting away from him. They had learned years ago not to sit next to Lance during a horror film.

Lance sat there, trying to muster up his courage. He had been dreading this conversation with his friends. The teen was unsure of how to start this conversation. They were going to be pissed that he had been lying to them, but he did want to come clean. He hated lying to them.

"I've been sleeping with Dalton since my eighteenth birthday then we started dating a few months ago," Lance blurted out quickly.

Carol, who was sitting on the loveseat, slowly turned her head. She didn't say a word. She merely looked at Lance.

The footballer laying on the floor with a pillow didn't even move.

"Care, you owe me fifty bucks," Cooper said, keeping his eyes on the movie.

"Wait... what?" Lance asked, looking over to Cooper.

"Tell me you're joking," Carol said deadpanned.

"I...no. It's true," Lance admitted.

"So you lied to us. When we asked if there was anything between you and him," Carol questioned.

Lance held his gaze to the floor. He answered by nodding his head.

"Lance, why didn't you tell us the truth?"

"I was afraid of what you would say, what you would think. I know what you thought of Dalton. Hell, I thought the same thing," the runner answered.

"Dude, you never have to lie to us," Cooper piped up, looking over to his friend.

"You know we support you no matter what you decide. Your mistakes are your own to make," Carol said, verbally backhanding Lance.

The comment made the runner physically flinch.

"Ouch, but I deserve that," Lance muttered.

"I'm sorry that was passive-aggressive of me. He's hurt you for years, Lance. Can't I support my best friend but worry at the same time? It is also a lot to take in," Carol explained.

"Dalton has treated you like shit for years. It's kind of weird that he suddenly wants to date."

"Yeah, I get it, but Dalton isn't like he used to be. He is becoming sweet and caring. He listens to what I'm saying and cares about what I'm thinking. And the sex is so-"

"Dude!"

"Lance, ew!"

Both Cooper and Carol interjected.

"I do not want to think about Dalton's dick and where he is putting it," Cooper whined.

"Same! Ew," Carol cringed.

"Maybe I'm the one sticking my dick in places! I like doing both," Lance said defensively.

Carol and Cooper looked at one another.

Then they busted out laughing.

"What?!" Lance whined.

"I cannot see Dalton taking dick," Cooper stated, then made a disturbed face, "not that I want to think about Dalton's asshole either."

"Or about your dick...move on Lance," Carol droned out, her face distorting in horror.

"Anyways," Lance said with a laugh, "he has been changing for the better. I think, maybe, the reason he has been so angry and hateful is that he has always had feelings for me. Not to sound conceded or anything."

"That doesn't make sense," Cooper's confusion displayed across his face.

"I mean, we used to be so close when we were kids. We did everything together. Then he hit puberty and became an ass. At first, I thought it was because of girls, which, I'm positive that was part of it, but as soon as I hit eighteen, he takes the opportunity to sleep with me. It was weird at first. It was hate sex, he was so rough and it hurt-"

"Lance, say the word and I'll fucking kill him. His cop buddies will never find the body," Cooper said with a seething anger.

"I love you for saying that, but we have moved on from that. I think he has always had an attraction towards me. I think... he just didn't know what it was until he was older. So, instead of dealing with his feelings, he was set on making me hate him," Lance explained.

"That sounds really messed up, man. It also sounds kind of crazy,' Cooper said.

"I know, but you have met Dalton."

"I could see that. Fear of rejection made him lash out. If you hated him, he didn't have to worry about you rejecting him," Carol said thoughtfully.

"Exactly," Lance nodded.

Ding dong

"Hold that thought," Lance said, getting up. He answered the door to three waiting kids. He passed out candy to a ninja, a dinosaur, and a princess. After saying their thanks, Lance closed the door, setting the candy bowl on an end table.

Lance took a moment to check his cell.

One unopened text from Dalton. It was from only six minutes ago.

`Miss you, baby boy.'

Lance smiled before responding.

`I miss you too, sexy ; )'

`We gonna fuck hard tonight, right?'

`Dalton! Micky and his friends are here, NO!'

`Suck my cock until I nut in your mouth instead?'

Lance chuckled at the comment. Dalton could be such a horny bastard. Lance had an alternative idea to Dalton's. He wrote, `Or...you can suck my cock, take my nut in your mouth, then swallow it.'

`After I did that, I'd lick my way down to your hole and eat that sweet cunt out.'

Reading that sent blood rushing to Lance's groin. Dalton was an expert at using that tongue and Lance loved when his boyfriend ate him out.

`Mmm, you promise?'

`Fuck, yea! Once that hole is all slobbered, I'm gonna shove my fingers in there, and finger fuck you.'

Ding dong

"Fucking kids," Lance complained under his breath.

He grabbed the candy bowl, answering the door again. This time he was greeted by Spider-man, a goblin, Thor, and Queen Elsa. He quickly gave the kids their treats so he could return to his texting. Lance return text read, `Fuck, yes! I love it when you finger me.'

`Then I'll shove my cock in there so hard. Micky is going to hear me claim my man tonight.'

`You know I love it, but not with Mick home!'

`Spoilsport! Look what you do to me?'

Lance was looking at a photo of Dalton's uniform pants. The cop was in his squad car taking pictures of himself. Dalton's boner was clearly tenting in his pants.

"God he is sexy as fuck," Lance moaned out quietly.

"Lance?" the teen heard Cooper calling out to him.

"Yeah?" Lance answered.

"Can you bring us a couple of cany pieces, please?" Carol asked.

"Sure," Lance replied. He grabbed a couple of pieces while sending a return text to Dalton.

Hot! Makes me think of the time you took me in the back seat of your squad car ; )

Lance made his way back to his friends. They were in the same spots where he left them, still watching the film. The teen let out a little sigh. Lance did feel bad about lying to them. They have always been there for him. He should have trusted them to know they would support him with whatever endeavors he chose.

"Guys, I am sorry I lied to you both," Lance said as he took his seat. He tossed their candy to them.

"Lance, we get it. Just...come to us next time, okay?" Cooper asked.

"You bet," the teen smiled at his jock friend.

"Was everything you told us about Brad a lie too?" Carol asked. Lance could hear the annoyance in her voice. Maybe it was hurt?

"No, of course not! I really did have a date with Brad. I did, in fact, sleep with him. The same night I slept with him though, I um...I also slept with Dalton when I came home," Lance confessed.

"You little slut!" Cooper said with a laugh.

"Oh my god, it wasn't planned!" Lance defended himself.

The teen could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"I can't believe you took two dicks in one night," Cooper said with a laugh.

"That night, Dalton wanted us to be exclusive. He wasn't ready for us to be dating, but he didn't want me sleeping with any other guys," the teen explained.

"So you weren't allowed to sleep with other guys, but he was allowed to sleep with whoever?" Carol questioned.

"No, actually. He told me that he hadn't been sleeping with anyone. Dalton wanted the same from me. I agreed. I told Brad what happened, and we haven't slept together since."

"What about Six Flags," Carol asked.

"By that time, Dalton and I were exclusive. Brad went along with the deception of pretending to be my boyfriend," Lance said with a shrug.

Lance pulled out his phone for a moment. He had three unread messages from Dalton. He opened up the texts to see,

`Yeah? I could ride that ass again in my squad car whenever you like, baby boy ; )'

The second message was of Dalton's dick freed from his uniform pants. The man was gripping the shaft and appeared to be squeezing it roughly. The final text was from less than sixty seconds ago read. It read, `This cock is all yours, Lancewell. What are you going to do with it?'

Lance let out a quiet sigh of lust as his dick chubbed up.

`Suck the hell out of it!"

`You sure you wouldn't rather sit on my lap and ride it?' Dalton's reply text read.

"So, how long have you and Dalton been dating?" Carol asked, breaking Lance's focus away from his texting. Lance looked over to her.

"Since September," Lance replied.

"Well that is fairly recent," Cooper said.

"Yeah. Dalton was encouraging when it came to telling you guys about us dating."

That was mostly true. Dalton did want him to tell Carol and Cooper but encouraging isn't the word Lance would use. `Pushy' would be more accurate.

"That is...actually surprising. I think that is a good sign that he wants to be open about dating you," Carol said.

Again, not totally accurate. Yes, Dalton is wanting to tell everyone, including their parents. Dalton wanted to be able to touch the runner whenever he wanted without the sneaking around.

Lance was convinced Dalton wanted to tell everyone so that any guys that would come snooping around Lance would be put off. Not that it mattered apart from Brad, there weren't any takers. Most guys thought Lance was violent or kind of crazy. Which he wasn't. He just practiced jujitsu regularly and had a short fuse for stupid people. It didn't help that Lance had few friends.

`Whatever,' Lance thought.

"He wants to tell mom and dad, too," Lance mentioned.

"What?" Carol's jaw went slack at the statement, "he wants to tell them?"

"Yup, he sure does.

"Dude," Cooper chuckled., "he is fucking serious. I don't think he has ever told your mom and dad about someone he was dating. Has he gotten you a ring yet?"

"Not funny!" Lance hissed, tossing a throw pillow at his friend.

"At least he doesn't have to worry about taking you home to meet the folks. You already live here," Carol said with a shrug.

Lance stared at her with a shocked face.

"Carol," Lance nearly screeched, "you did not!"

Both Carol and Cooper laughed hysterically at the runner's response.

After laughing, their evening carried on like usual. They continued to watch horror films and snacking on candy. At some point, Cooper made a goofy comment about Lance. Something along the lines of kissing Dalton's ass...or more so licking it. This incited Lance to jump on Cooper and wrestling him into an apology.

Lance should have known better than to wrestle a wrestler. He was losing. When there was space between the two, Lance stood a better chance.

Lance was slippery though. He kept slipping out of Cooper's hold. Carol watched as the two boys struggled. She continued to laugh when they heard the door in the kitchen open and close.

"Lance," Dalton called out from the kitchen.

"In here!" Lance called back a reply as he was maneuvering out of Cooper's hold, but his friend had a stubborn grip on him. Cooper was laughing as he kept his hold.

"Give up, yet?" Cooper asked with a laugh.

A slight wave of fear washed through him. Dalton was not going to like the sight.

Dalton walked in, still wearing his uniform. When he walked into the living room, he stopped just short of the entryway.

"Yeah, yeah, let up!" Lance said hurriedly.

Lance popped his head up to see Dalton glaring at the two boys on the floor. Cooper's hands had been on Lance's waist when the wrestler released him.

Dalton definitely noticed the placement of Cooper's hands.

"Hey, Carol," Dalton said without looking away from Lance.

"Cooper," Dalton muttered with distaste. He moved his eyes to glare at the bulkier teen.

"Lance, I'll see you in a bit," Dalton said, turning to make his way to the stairs, looking extremely pissed off. That wasn't going to be fun to deal with later.

The three looked at one another.

"What the fuck was that?" Cooper demanded from his seated position on the floor.

Lance moved to sit on the couch, catching his breath from his wrestling match.

"Well, Dalton thinks that we've slept together and that you are trying to get with me," Lance explained.

Cooper stared at his friend as he was processing what he heard.

Carol, on the other hand, was laughing hysterically.

"Lancewell Calvin Miller, why the fuck does he think that?" Cooper questioned with an annoyed look.

"Well, he doesn't know about," Lance looked around the corner to make sure Dalton wasn't there, "Brad. He has been trying to figure out who it was. For the longest time, he thought it was you. I think I have finally convinced him it wasn't. Well...until he saw us wrestling."

"Who does he think it is now?" Cooper asked.

"Well, he thought it might have been Victor or Hugo. Then he thought it was Logan," Lance answered.

"Okay, I can see why he thinks it was me," Cooper chirped pleasantly.

"What?" both Carol and Lance asked.

"Come on, out of that group? I am the best looking and let's face it," Cooper smirked, using his right hand to grab his crotch and give it a shake, "I'm the best equipped to make you squeal. Dalton's worried I'd upstage him in the dick department. And he would be right. The minute we'd finished boning, you'd never look at another guy again."

Cooper gave a wink.

"Dude," Lance said, shaking his head, "get your hand off that tiny thing."

"Oh, fuck you!" Cooper yelled, flipping him the bird.

"Boys," Carol said, shaking her head.

"I am going to go see him for a minute. He gets anxious and paranoid when you and I hang out, Coop. He has gotten better, but he looked pissed when he saw us," Lance said, getting up.

"Even with me here?" Carol asked.

"He probably thinks you'd record the whole thing to masturbate to later. In all fairness," Lance moved his hand between Cooper and himself, "we would make a hot as fuck porno."

Cooper gave a head nod and blew a kiss to Lance.

"Fuck yeah we would. That shit would be top seller for the next three decades," Cooper said confidently.

"Just three decades?" Carol asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah, because after that we would have to make another one and that would be the new top seller. Duh," Cooper said with an eyeroll.

As Lance made his way to the staircase, he heard Cooper say to Carol, "By the way, I totally won that wrestling match."

"Yes, yes. You're a big strong man," Carol said unimpressed.

"Fucking right, I am!"

The teen made his way up the stairs two at a time. Before he went into Dalton's room, he decided to check on Mick. He knocked on the door before opening it.

"Hey, Micky, you guys okay?" Lance asked, popping his head through the crack.

He and his friends were watching what appeared to be Saw. Treat wrappers and empty soda cans littered the floor along with sleeping bags. All the pizzas had been eaten, only cardboard circles remained.

All the guys turned their head to Lance.

"Yeah, we're fine," Mick said with a smile.

"Okay, just come get me if you need anything," Lance said with a smile.

"Thanks, Lance," Micky chirped. He turned his head back to the television before Lance had the door closed.

Lance then made his way to Dalton's room.

Lance repeated the motions he done at Mickey's door, knocking on it before entering.

Dalton was sitting on his bed wearing only his briefs. He was looking at something on his phone.

"Hey Dal," Lance replied. He closed the door once he entered. He made his way over to the cop. Lance could see the tension in his shoulders.

"Don't jump to conclusions, Dalton. We were just horse playing," Lance explained.

Dalton didn't say anything. He just kept looking at his phone.

Lance sat on the bed beside Dalton.

The cop clicked his phone off, setting aside the device on his nightstand.

"I know. I know that you guys are just friends," Dalton said calmly. Lance was shocked and unprepared for that. The teen was prepared for a fight.

"You do?" Lance questioned with confusion.

"Yes. I know that you aren't sleeping with him," Dalton said confidently.

The way he said, `him'. Lance wasn't sure. It made him uneasy, Lance couldn't explain it.

"Well, good. I am glad to hear that," Lance was unsure of what else to say.

"But," Dalton started.

`Here it comes,' Lance thought.

"I really don't like him touching you like that. I know you're friends. Friends jack around, but I don't like seeing him all over you. Hell, I don't want to see any guy, touching you like that. Not just Cooper. I want to be the only one that can feel you like that," Dalton explained.

Lance moved his head closer to Dalton's to capture his lips.

"Mmm," the man moaned quietly.

"Thank you," Lance mumbled against Dalton's lips.

"For what?" Dalton asked just as quietly.

Lance pulled his head back, smiling at the man.

"For talking with me about how you feel."

Dalton gave a small smile.

"Cooper and Carol will be leaving shortly. Then I'll be going to bed for the night."

"You're sleeping with me tonight, right?" Dalton asked, looking hopeful.

"Sleeping with you as in having sex? Or sleeping with you as in resting in your bed for the night?"

"Both," Dalton answered quickly, smirking at the teen.

"Probably no to both. Mickey and his friends are here. Just a couple rooms down. Mom and dad will be home tonight as well," Lance explained.

"Please, Lance? At least just lay down with me for a bit?" Dalton had a pleading puppy-dog look in his eyes.

Lance let out a sigh, rolling his eyes.

"I'll blow you and I'll lay down with you for a bit," Lance caved.

Dalton's handsome face beamed a smile.

"I'm going to shower. I'll see you in a bit," Dalton quickly kissed Lance firmly on the lips before rising from his bed. He went over to his dresser to pick out his sleepwear.

"Okay. I'll be in a bit," Lance smiled happily.

As the night progressed, trick `r treaters continued to ring the doorbell to collect treats. Mickey and his friends stayed in Mick's room for most the evening. They would pop out for refreshments, more snacks, or to use the bathroom. Occasionally Lance could hear them laughing or horse playing.

Lance was getting ready to turn the porch light off. It was about time for the kids to be turning in for the evening. Before he could flip the switch, there was another chime from the doorbell. Lance grabbed the bowl of candy and answered it.

The sight he saw was a little different from what he had seen the rest of the night.

The was a boy that was perhaps Mickey's age. He was dressed as a hobo. A stick he carried over his shoulder had a bandana tied to it. The bandana was being used as a bag which Lance assumed was his candy. He wore a tattered hat, makeup to make him look dirty and scrapped up. The younger teen also had another bandanna being used to cover the lower half of his face. So maybe he was a robber hobo?

There was also a woman with him. Lance guessed it was the boy's mother.

Her outfit was outrageous. Lance was sure it was a style Lady Gaga had used. Clamshells covered her nipples. There were sea stars, seaweed, and perhaps coral running along her outfit. The primary material reminded Lance of fish netting, but it wasn't actual fish netting. The woman's face was covered slightly by a large blonde wig and her eyes obstructed from a large pair of sunglasses. What little of her face Lance could see was covered in a thick layer of makeup.

Something about her and the boy seemed familiar. Lance couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"Trick or treat, dude," the boy said, holding out his hand impatiently.

"Aren't you a bit old to be out?" Lance asked, passing him a couple pieces of candy.

The hobo looked over Lance's shoulder to peer inside the house. His blue eyes going wide.

His house was nice, but it certainly wasn't jaw-dropping or anything. And why would this kid feel the need to look inside his home?

`Weird," Lance thought.

"Have a good night," Lance said uneasily.

The woman didn't say a word through the whole thing. She just stared emotionlessly at Lance. The gaze made the runner feel uncomfortable.

"Thanks," the boy said quietly.

Once the door was closed, Lance was not waiting for them to leave to lock it. He turned off the porch light a moment later.

"Fucking weirdos, man," Lance muttered to himself.

Lance returned to his friends to continue the movie.

Carol, Cooper, and Lance managed to finish the film along with another, shorter film. It was almost eleven by the time they decided to call it a night. The three of them hugged one another and said their goodbyes.

Lance cleaned the living room and cleared the kitchen when he heard what sounded like the front door handle being turned.

The hair on Lance's neck stood up.

He made his way to the front door quickly. When he got there, it was silent. He turned on the porch light and looked out on the porch. Nothing was disturbed. Everything was in place.

"I'm losing my fucking mind. Fuck Halloween," Lance muttered.

Lance doubled checked the lock to make sure it was in place, which it was. Before he made his way back to the kitchen, he went around to confirm the windows were locked, too. Once in the kitchen, Lance checked the patio door. Just to be on the safe side, he also went out to the garage to make sure the back door was secure.

"I will never understand why people like being scared. It is fucking stressful," Lance complained under his breath.

When he was back in the kitchen, he washed what few dishes he had made. That is when he knew he heard it.

A knock at the door.

Lance bolted for the front door.

Whoever was fucking with the teen, Lance was about to beat the snot out of them.

Lance flipped the light on, unlocked the door quickly, whipping it open. He rushed out to the porch.

Again, the light revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

"You're fucking with the wrong house!" Lance yelled out into the darkness.

It was silent. All Lance could hear was the sound of his heart pumping wildly.

"Come out, you fucking coward!" Lance yelled at the top of his lungs.

Lance saw his breath in the night air but again heard nothing.

He looked out trying to find something odd or suspicious. Everything was still.

He felt a grip on his shoulder and heard a voice, but it scared the daylights out of the teen. He flinched but still grabbed the appendage, maneuvered his body quickly to flip the person that managed to sneak up behind him.

Lance had been so focused on what was in front of him he left himself open for someone to sneak up on him.

"Fuck!" Dalton yelled out in pain as he landed on the cement porch with a crackling thud.

His face twisting in pain from the brunt contact.

"Dalton! Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" Lance apologized.

"I told you not to touch him!" Mickey called from inside the house. Lance turned back to see Mickey and his friends standing on the staircase with hockey sticks and bats.

"Hey, go back inside you guys. Everything is fine," Lance said.

"It didn't sound fine," Mickey said from his spot.

"It was just some kids fucking around. It's fine. Go finish your movie. I need you guys to call it a night by midnight," Lance ordered them.

"But mom and dad aren't even back yet," Mickey complained.

"Don't care. We still have school tomorrow. Go." Lance ordered. He pointed his hand towards the second floor indicating where he wanted them to go.

Mickey and his friends grumbled as they hurried up the stairs.

Lance turned back to Dalton who was now standing.

"What the fuck, Lance?"

"You scared me, Dalton. I'm sorry," Lance apologized again.

"No, what the fuck has you so scared?"

"Just what I told Mick. Some damned kids were fucking with the door. It was a stupid Halloween prank. They are gone now," Lance said, waving his hand out towards the dark street.

That is when Lance noticed Dalton was shirtless and only wearing his SpongeBob SquarePants pajama bottoms. It was almost comical except for the fact Dalton was clinging to his gun.

"Why do you have your gun?! Put it away!"

"Why do I have my gun? Lance, I heard the front door slam open and you screaming like a lunatic. Of course, I grabbed my gun," Dalton hissed.

"You were worried?"

"Fuck yes! I didn't know what the fuck was going on!" Dalton nearly yelled.

"I didn't mean to freak everyone out. I just hate Halloween," Lance muttered with embarrassment.

Dalton grabbed Lance's hand with his own, giving it a small squeeze. Lance returned the squeeze.

"I know, babe. Go inside, okay?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just going to check around the house," Dalton answered.

"Not alone! Fuck that!" Lance objected.

"Don't argue, just-" Dalton was cut off before he could finish.

"I know you're a cop. I know that you're trained for stuff like this. But I'll worry if you are out here alone. Don't you know that cops and people who investigate alone are the first ones to be killed in horror films?! We are going together. We'll lock the front door and come back in through the garage."

"Lance-"

"Put your fucking shoes on," Lance ordered.

Dalton shook his head.

"Yes, baby boy," Dalton said, yielding to Lance's commands.

Both men put their shoes on. Lance grabbed his keys before he closed the front door behind him. Lance doublechecked the front door, making sure it was locked, by giving the door handle a twist.

It refused to move.

Lance took out his phone, turning on flashlight mode.

The pair made their way down the steps. Following the walkway to driveway, something caught Dalton's eye.

"Lance, shine your light here," Dalton ordered. Lance followed the command.

The teen looked at the grass next to the walkway.

"Someone was walking in our yard," Dalton commented.

The grass was flattened from someone walking across it. Multiple people from the looks of it.

"We had kids coming to the door all night. It could have been any of them," Lance said skeptically.

"Maybe," Dalton said quietly, "come on, Lance."

The two of them made their way around the house. Everything appeared normal-- just the tracks in the front yard.

They decided to make their way back into the house.

"Was anything weird tonight?" Dalton asked when they were in the kitchen.

Lance thought a moment.

"There were a couple weird trick r' treaters but other than that, no. Just a typical Halloween night," Lance shrugged.

"Are you sure?"

Lance nodded in response.

"Carol, Cooper, and I just watched movies and passed out candy."

Dalton sighed.

"Alright. You coming to bed?" Dalton asked with a smirk.

"Soon. I'm going to finish up the dishes," Lance replied.

"Hurry up, baby," Dalton leaned into Lance, giving him a quick kiss.

Lance made his way up the stairs after finishing the dishes. He stopped by Mick's room before turning himself in. He knocked before entering.

"Hey, Lance," Mickey called from his bed.

Mickey was settled on his bed. Jesus and Bernie were in their sleeping bags. The television quietly playing a horror flick.

"Where is Mark?" Lance asked.

"He went to the bathroom," Mickey replied.

"Cool. Night guys," Lance said to them.

"Night," he called back.

Lance closed the door and made his way to Dalton's room.

Before he reached it, Lance jumped when the hallway bathroom door suddenly opened. The bathroom light was blinding Lance.

"Oh, sorry," Mark said with a goofy grin.

"It's no problem. Good night," Lance said with a smile.

"Wait, wait. Look at this real quick. What do you honestly think about it?"

Mark didn't give Lance a chance to figure out what he was talking about.

The guy thrusted his phone in front of Lance's face. Lance was shocked to see a rather large penis on the screen. It was thick, jutting out from dark pubes.

Lance knew where this was headed. He covered his eyes quickly with his hand.

"Put it away!" Lance said with exhaustion.

`What the fuck is wrong with people tonight?' Lance mentally yelled.

"Come on, it's nice, right?" Mark asked.

"Goodnight, Mark," was Lance's short response.

"You wanna suck it real quick?"

Lance removed his hand, looking at the younger teen in disbelief.

"No! Go to bed!"

"Come on! I got a nice cock!"

"One, I barely know you. Two, you're too young. Three, and the most important one of all, I am seeing someone."

"Ryan Corman always talked about how you give dynamite head," Mark whined like a little boy.

"How the fuck do you know my ex?" Lance asked with a confused look.

"He's friends with my sister. They talk sex stuff all the time. So, please? I just really want some head. My girl broke up with me two weeks ago and I haven't had any since."

"That sucks. Now--Go. To. Bed," Lance sternly said.

"Come on. You're seriously going to pass up on this monster cock?" Mark asked with a smug smirk.

Mark was a cute guy, but his cute factor was drowned out by the fact he was an obnoxious ass. Lance was hoping Mickey would get tired of this clown and drop him, but that day had yet to come.

Mark was a year behind Lance. He knew the young man had quite a reputation. It could almost rival that of Dalton's. Almost.

Mark moved his hands to his pants, making to undo his belt.

Lance moved quickly.

He grabbed the other teen, pulled him forward, slamming him against the wall.

"Listen you little shit. I am not interested. So keep it in your pants. Or I swear to fucking god," Lance twisted Mark's arm tighter and pushed him harder against the wall, making the teen gasp, "I will fucking rip your dick off and shove it down your fucking throat."

Lance pulled Mark back from the wall and gave him a shove towards Mickey's door.

"Get your fucking ass to bed," Lance ordered, pointing at his brother's door.

"You're as fucking crazy as they say you are!" Mark hissed.

"Remember that. Because next time I won't give you a warning. Go!" Lance demanded.

Mark gave him a hateful glare before flipping off the runner.

When the younger teen was in Mickey's room, Lance let out a sigh.

"I swear to god Halloween makes people nuts. I hate this fucking holiday," Lance grumbled through his clenched teeth.

Lance would definitely not be telling Dalton about this little episode. The cop would shoot the kid's ass then hide the body.

Lance entered Dalton's bedroom to see quite a sight. Dalton was laying in bed without a shirt. A sheet was barely covering his lower waist. From what Lance could tell, Dalton had removed his SpongeBob pants and wasn't wearing underwear.

"Hey, baby boy," Dalton whispered, a sultry smile plastered on his face.

Lance gave a small smile. Admiring the man's pecs and sharpening six-pack. A year ago, Dalton didn't have those muscles showing. He was more on the skinny side, but a lot could change in a year though. Just look at him and Dalton. Enemies to boyfriends.

"Hi," Lance replied, making his way to the bed.

Dalton lowered the sheet to his knees, revealing his naked form and erect cock.

Lance walked over to Dalton's bed, the cop's phone in his hand. Videotaping, if Lance was to take a guess.

Lance leaned into Dalton, giving him a kiss.

When Lance moved away from the man, he placed his right hand on Dalton's cheek to caress it, which Dalton leaned into with his eyes closed.

"I told Cooper and Carol about us," Lance stated.

Dalton's eyes shot open.

"You did?!" the cop asked with excitement.

Lance nodded with a smile, "yeah. They took it well. I also told Cooper how you thought he was after me. So he grabbed his junk and wagged it at me."

Dalton grabbed Lance by the waist, throwing him on his bed.

Dalton quickly laid on top of the teen to kiss him furiously.

"Dalton!" Lance called out with a laugh after the onslaught of pecks.

`You know that just leaves Mickey, dad and Lacy, right?" Dalton moaned out.

"Are you wanting us to be murdered?"

"Let me work on them."

"They will never be okay with it."

"Even if they weren't, do you think I would let that stop me?" Dalton asked with a serious expression.

"I know you too well to know that it wouldn't. And hey! Way to tell them that you are seeing someone! They want me to investigate to see who you are sleeping with."

"Hmm, that should be easy enough. How about you start your investigation by licking my balls then sucking my cock? Just to see if anyone is down there," Dalton asked with a smirk.

Lance rolled his eyes at the comment.

"You know what else they told me?" Lance questioned.

"What's that, baby?"

"That you are working on moving out. When were you going to tell me that, baby?" Lance's voice lacking any sweetness and emphasizing the word `baby' with a mocking tone.

Dalton let out a sigh and brought himself to kneel on his bed, erection slowly going down.

"They are so fucking nosy," Dalton swore under his breath.

"No, no! Don't blame them. I should have heard about it from you."

"Okay, yes. And I was planning on telling you."

"Why didn't you?" Lance asked.

"I've been looking at houses for a while now. When I found one I liked, I was going to ask you to come look at it with me. I want you to have a say because it would be...you know...for us. I was nervous on how to ask you," Dalton muttered the last bit that Lance thought he misheard.

"You want us to live together? Like, together-together? Alone with one another?"

"Well, yeah... it'd be nice to have our own space. We wouldn't have to sneak around or be quiet-"

Dalton didn't finish his sentence because he was cut off by Lance pressing his lips against his own.

Dalton's gripped at the teen, trying to bring him as close to his body as he could. The man's boner quickly rising again. Lance pulled away from Dalton's lips. As he did, he kept Dalton's lower lip captured between his teeth. Lance was biting just enough to take the flesh with him.

Dalton grunted out when Lance released his lip.

"So you'll move out with me?" Dalton asked.

"Duh," Lance beamed happily.

Dalton gave him another kiss, but it lasted only a moment.

"Lean back and I'll suck your dick," Lance instructed.

"You don't have to fucking tell me twice," Dalton excitedly said.

Dalton gave himself a couple strokes as he laid back and Lance positioned his face above Dalton's crotch. Dalton gave his cock a few shakes. When Lance brought his head closer, Dalton wagged his erection in front of Lance. He smeared a bit of precome from his slit along Lance's nose.

"Suck my cock, Lancewell," Dalton demanded politely.

Lance opened his mouth, taking in Dalton.

"Fuck," Dalton moaned out quietly, "Mmm, fuck yeah."

Dalton closed his eyes, placing an arm behind his head and his other arm over his eyes.

Lance sucked the head lightly. He had one hand on the man's shaft and another rubbing Dalton's thigh.

Lance descended on the flesh, letting it slide to the back of his throat.

Lance was only going down about halfway on Dalton, not that the man was complaining. He was letting out breathy moans.

"Fuck, I wanted your mouth on me all night," Dalton moaned a little too loud.

Lance pulled off the cop's member.

"Shh! I will go to my room and leave you in this state if you do not keep it down," Lance warned.

"Baby, don't be like that! You make me feel so damn good," Dalton whined.

"Then keep you voice down," Lance said sweetly.

Dalton didn't say anything. He gasped when Lance took him in his mouth again.

Dalton moved his arm, from covering his eyes down to Lance's head, to run his hand through Lance's hair.

"You're so good to me," Dalton moaned quietly.

Lance moved his head to speak for a brief moment.

"Don't you forget it," the teen whispered right back.

Lance pumped the flesh a few times then returned to sucking.

The teen took in a breath, relaxed his throat, and took Dalton's entire length down his throat. Dalton's pubes pressed against Lance's nose and cheeks. The older man's balls pressing into Lance's chin.

"Fuck yes!"

Lance could feel Dalton trying to flex his cock within his mouth.

The teen pressed as hard as he could into Dalton's groin.

"Fucking Christ! I love when you swallow my whole fucking cock," Dalton groaned with a lusty breath.

Lance let a hand feel its way up Dalton's abdominal muscles.

"Rub my nipples, baby," Dalton sighed.

Lance let his hand wander, seeking out the tiny nub.

When he located it, Lance gave it a pinching twist.

"Fuck, yes!" Dalton hissed out.

As Lance twisted the dark pink niblet, Dalton's cock throbbed from the stimulation.

The teen gave a few more twist, making Dalton squirm. The man thrusted into Lance's mouth, wanting to be as deep in the teen's throat as possible.

Lance moved his hand to the other nipple to give it the same attention.

"Harder," Dalton moaned.

Lance complied with the directive. He twisted harder, afraid that he was twisting too much.

"Don't stop, Lance! I'm fucking almost there!" Dalton whined.

He was thrusting harder into Lance's throat now that his orgasm was near. When Dalton would withdraw his dick from the teen's throat, Lance was able to take a quick breath.

Dalton gripped Lance's hair, to hold his head in place.

Dalton moved his hand that was behind his head to cover Lance's own, the one that was working on the cop's nipple. He firmly gripped the teen's hand, encouraging Lance to squeeze the nipple harder which Lance did. The teen felt the older man's body tense.

Lance looked up and could see Dalton's veins elevated from his body. In his arms, neck, face, and even around his hips, the blood-carrying tubes were protruding underneath his skin.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dalton tried to keep his howl to a quiet whimper, but he wasn't doing too great.

Dalton gave one last push, letting his cock pulse deep in Lance's mouth. Lance didn't get a chance to taste the man's come. Dalton was so deep in his throat; Dalton's seed went straight down his gullet.

Lance held his head there as long as he could, but no more than ten seconds passed when Lance needed air. He moved his head to breath. As he pulled his head back, a string of spit followed him from his mouth to Dalton's cock. Lance's red face revealed his tear ducts had produced some salty fluid. Lance moved his hands down from Dalton's nipple to rub the man's thighs.

"Fuck, Lance. God fucking damnit, that was great," Dalton chuckled.

Dalton breathed heavily, regaining his composure.

"Switch me spots," Dalton ordered.

"I should get-"

"No way, Lance. You got me off, I want to make you feel good, too," Dalton said quietly.

Well, who was Lance to argue with that?

Lance gave a small smile and nodded his head. He moved to switch spots with Dalton. Once he was comfortable, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

Dalton smiled like a fiend, pawing at Lance's jeans to help remove them completely. When Lance's lower half was exposed, Dalton just stared. The same stare that he gave Lance earlier. Even though Lance considered his own looks to be average, Dalton made him feel like he was one of the most handsome men to have walked this Earth. The thought made Lance's cheeks burn with a bright blush.

"Lancewell, you are seriously the most beautiful man I have ever seen," Dalton's resolve being absolute.

Lance gave a tiny smile.

"I'm being serious," Dalton said.

"I know. I just...I can't believe that were here. Like this. A year ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I would be sleeping with you and they told me you'd call me handsome and shit," Lance explained.

Dalton smiled and leaned down. He covered the teen's body with his own and kissed Lance. The kiss wasn't chaste nor was it needy, it was passionate. Dalton licked at Lance's lips, wanting in. The teen parted his thin lips allowing Dalton full access.

The cop was cupping Lance's cheek with one hand while the other gripped at his hip. He lightly massaged the teen there, letting his thumb rub circles along the flesh.

There they laid, making out with each other.

They kissed, sure, but they never kissed for too long. A few minutes at best, but Dalton refused to break the contact. The man kissed, licked, and sucked at Lance's mouth. The teen brought both his hands up. One to play with Dalton's hair, to pull and run his hands through the short, black locks. Lance's other hand came behind Dalton's head to grip at his neck. Lance wanted to make sure that Dalton didn't pull away before he was done, not that Dalton had any intentions of moving.

Lance became aware his breathing was more noticeable as his inhales and exhales heavily came through his nose. He wanted to pant to catch his breath, but obviously was unable to do so. Lance couldn't help his blusterous nose breathing, regardless, it made him self-conscious.

The teen made to pull away, funny considering he didn't want Dalton to do that not long ago, but the cop wouldn't grant him reprieve. Dalton pressed into Lance's mouth more, as if to chase him. The man released a miffed huff through his nose letting Lance know that he had no intentions of withdrawing from their making out.

"Okay, fine," Lance thought to himself.

Lance wrapped his arms around Dalton's neck, squeezing him, trying to bring him even closer.

Dalton moaned his approval into Lance's mouth.

They continued their kissing and moaning for, what felt like, nearly twenty minutes. Lance never made out with anyone this long. Not even Ryan.

During their session, Dalton had slowly started to frot Lance again. Lance knew the guy had loved it after yesterday's session. The teen understood. There was something about rutting against another man's junk that was just...erotic.

Their groins were slick from sweat and precum. Between the two of them, they must have leaked out a couple gallons of the clear fluid.

God, he loved this man.

Along with Lance, Dalton was breathing hard through his nose, too. The cop would inhale deeply before releasing his hot breath against Lance's cheek. The heat from Dalton's exhale was making Lance sweat more than what he was. He could feel his cheeks, forehead, chest, stomach, groin, and legs layered with moisture. Hell, even his toes felt sweaty. Dalton was in the same state as the teen. The cop's torso easily glided along Lance's from their perspiration.

Lance's lips felt swollen and his jaw tired from all the kissing. He could feel Dalton's spit all over his mouth and chin. It should have felt disgusting, but Lance loved it.

Dalton ceased movement of his tongue but pressed even harder against Lance's mouth. He was giving Lance one final hard kiss, then he pulled away.

The cop pressed his sweaty forehead against Lance's while they both panted. Dalton moved his hand from Lance's hip and brought it to the teen's mouth. He was wiping away the drool and sweat that had accumulated there.

Lance chuckled and did the same to Dalton. The runner opened his eyes as his thumb ran along Dalton's puffy lips. Dalton also chuckled, opening his own eyes to gaze into the teen's.

When Lance was satisfied, he removed his hand and wiped it along Dalton's sheets.

"I've never made out with anyone for that long," Lance breathed out quietly.

Dalton chuckled again, giving Lance a quick peck. He looked over to his clock and said, "Good. I'd be pissed if you made out with anyone else for forty-five minutes."

Lance gawked.

"Wait, seriously? No, we didn't," the teen protested.

"I saw the clock when you laid down so yeah, that was forty-five minutes ago," Dalton stated.

Lance shook his head. No wonder his dick was throbbing and leaking all over the place.

Dalton moved his ring finger and middle finger to Lance's lips.

"Suck," he said quietly.

Lance didn't resist. He opened his mouth taking in Dalton's digits. His tongue swirling around each finger. Dalton moaned as Lance's multi-muscled flesh moistened its target.

Dalton removed his fingers from the teen's mouth, moving them south. The cop's thumb moved Lance's sack to reveal his hole, then inserted both his wet fingers into the teen.

Lance let out a soft gasp from the intrusion.

"I said no fucking," Lance moaned.

Dalton kissed the side of the teen's temple.

"We're not fucking," Dalton said quietly.

Lance didn't argue. He was enjoying the feeling of Dalton's slender digits exploring his insides.

When Dolton crooked his fingers upwards to press into the teen's inner gland, Lance was practically mewing and gasping for air.

"Fuck," Lance whined.

Dalton moved his head to the base of the runner's neck. He bit hard, making Lance moan again. Dalton immediately removed his teeth but not his mouth. The man licked and sucked at the same spot. Lance could feel the skin at his neck being sucked into Dalton's mouth.

"Him and his hickies," Lance thought absently.

Dalton chewed at the spot again while concurrently pressing into Lance's prostate.

"Fuck, Dalton," Lance whined out again.

Lance's dick was throbbing fiercely to the point of pain. He moved his hand to jerk himself off, but Dalton removed his fingering digits to grasp the teen's wrist.

Dalton pulled off his neck, looking down at the teen.

"Not your hand," Dalton whispered.

Lance nodded out of understanding.

Dalton wanted him to come hands-free.

Dalton reached over to his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. He lubed the teen's hole. Lance didn't mind whatsoever. The extra slickness made the fingering feel even better.

But then...Dalton lubed up his long, slim cock.

"Dalton," Lance said sternly, "No. We are too noisy when we fuck."

Dalton closed the bottle and tossed it to the side.

"We aren't fucking. Trust me, Lancewell," Dalton said calmly.

Lance eyed him incredulously.

Dalton smiled, leaning down to kiss him. When he pulled back he grabbed one of his pillows. Dalton grabbed Lance's legs, pushing him back to lift his hips. The man placed the pillow under Lance's lower back, then lowered Lance back down.

The man then lowered himself over Lance, his crotch in-between the teen's legs.

"This looks an awful lot like fucking to me," Lance said flatly.

"Baby boy, hush," Dalton laughed.

Dalton maintained his eye contact as his dick poked around. Dalton was using both his arms to support himself over Lance, so he had no free hands to aid him.

Despite being handless, Dalton found Lance's entrance and then pushed. He didn't stop until he was buried in Lance fully.

Lance panted at the sudden feeling of fullness.

"Look at me," Dalton whispered.

"When had I closed my eyes?" Lance asked internally.

The teen blinked his eyes open to see Dalton smiling at him. After a moment, he brought his head down to kiss the teen again.

Lance waited for the man to begin his onslaught. Man, he was hoping the guys in the other room wouldn't hear.

But the pounding never came. Instead, Dalton continued to place kisses along his lips, chin, and back again.

Dalton slowly withdrew his dick. When just the head remained, Lance was prepared for the slam, however, Dalton slowly slid it back in until his balls rested against Lance again. Dalton repeated this movement again and again.

Slowly, painstakingly slow, Dalton moved his member in and out. Pulling out until just the head remained, to glide back in at a leisurely pace.

"This is different," Lance's thoughts said.

He moaned as Dalton captured his lips again.

Dalton aimed his hips upwards, still moving at a molasses pace. On the inward thrust, his cockhead slowly but forcefully collided with Lance's prostate. This made the teen tense and sigh with pleasure.

Dalton repeated this motion for over two dozen strokes. Lance was impressed Dalton hadn't come yet. He had been leaking as much as the teen before they started the anal sex. Usually Dalton didn't last too long, not that Lance ever minded. The teen liked when Dalton was rough, but lord knows he couldn't take a rough pounding for too long. It was a blessing that Dalton was quick to come, as far as Lance was concerned. Otherwise, his ass would have been destroyed months ago.

"Fuck," Lance's pleasure-filled mind screamed at him. Lance's toes were literally curling from the prostate massage it was receiving from Dalton's cock. Dalton kept this slow rhythm going for another several dozen thrusts.

Who knows how much time passed as Lance laid there loving the slow, incredible thrusts.

Dalton thrust in again. Not any faster, but slower and harder. Lance felt his balls retreat into his body. They were aching, needing to release his load that had been churning for the past hour.

Thrust.

Lance cock was again twitching painfully. It was more than ready to come. Dalton bit Lance's lower lip during their coupling, nibbling on those lips that he was obsessed with.

Thrust.

"So fuckin' close," Lance heard his mind moan. The orgasmic haze was beginning to fog his mind.

Thrust.

That cock was rubbing Lance in all the right ways. The teen was moaning into Dalton's mouth again.

Thrust.

Lance wasn't going to last. He moaned again, bringing his arms to encompass Dalton's neck again for the second time this night. Dalton knew, could feel the teen getting ready to release. He had been in Lance enough times to know when he was about to burst.

Dalton moved faster now, he was slamming his hips, hard, into the teen. Doing his best to hit Lance's prostate on the way in. The man wanted the teen to explode from having his cock stimulate inside his boyfriend.

Lance let out whine after whine, his cock firing off his load. His legs were literally shaking from the pleasure of his orgasm. His hole snapping at Dalton's meat. Feeling Lance's legs quiver from coming was enough to ignite Dalton's own climax as well. To see Lance in such sexual ecstasy made Dalton feel hot. It made him feel like a man. To know that he could bring his partner this much pleasure, it was a hot thought. It was a sexual, primal feeling that Dalton couldn't quite describe.

The pair groaned into each other's mouths.

Dalton broke their kiss, collapsing onto Lance, who was still coming with tremoring legs.

"Fuck," Dalton breathed out as Lance whimpered beneath him.

"Fuck," the cop said again pulling back to thrust into Lance one more time.

The final thrust made the teen give one last spastic jerk and cried out, "fuck."

The two of them enjoyed the relaxing, calming feeling of post-orgasm.

Dalton moved to kiss Lance's lips quickly.

"I told you, I wasn't going to fuck you," the cop said smugly.

"Holy fuck, Dalton," Lance moaned out.

"Was that good, Lance," Dalton asked already knowing the answer.

"That was literally the best sex I have ever had," Lance said, closing his eyes, chuckling.

"Mmm, I'm glad my baby boy approves," Dalton growled.

"We're a fucking mess," Lance said, wiping copious amounts of sweat from his face. Truly, that did nothing to help. He was covered head-to-toe in sweat and his stomach was coated with his come.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I don't think I have ever come that much," Lance said laughing to himself. He could feel his come running down on either side of him, falling to the bed below.

"Mmm. I've never made love before, so there's that," Dalton replied, kissing Lance.

Dalton pulled back and removed his softening cock from Lance's small heat.

"Fuck," Lance moaned when he heard a loud, gushy, `pop.'

"I came like a motherfucker, too," Dalton said proudly.

He reached down to grab his used shirt, tossing it to Lance.

"Clean up, baby," Dalton ordered. He did the same with another discarded shirt from the floor.

Lance began to get up when he thought he had cleaned himself well enough. He wanted a shower but he didn't want to wake his younger brother or his friends.

"Uh-uh, your ass is staying here tonight," Dalton commanded.

"Dalton, I should really-"

"Please? You haven't slept beside me in a while. I like waking up next to you," Dalton pleaded.

How can Lance turn down an offer when Dalton was being so damn cute with his puppy eyes?

Lance let out a sigh but settled into the sheets.

Dalton smiled widely, climbing in beside him. He plastered himself against Lance. They both let out a content sigh.

"Oh, here," Dalton reached for the remote on his nightstand. His sweaty armpit mashing into Lance's cheek.

"Really?" Lance asked with annoyance.

"Shut up, you love every inch of my body. Pits included," Dalton smirked as he turned on his television and his Genie. He went to the List section and scrolled down past all the Halloween movies.

There below Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, and the works were several episodes from the Nature show that Lance loved. Lance thought for a moment. He didn't recall recording these.

"I recorded these for you. I know you are tired of horror films. I figured you can play this as we sleep. I know that...um...beavers and shit relax you," Dalton explained awkwardly.

Lance smiled warmly at him and gave him a kiss.

"You're the best, thank you," Lance said sincerely.

"Anything for you," Dalton smiled back.

The young men settled themselves in bed, getting comfortable again. Once situated, Lance peeked through his eyelids to watch the show display hippos.

Dalton closed the space between them, acting as big spoon.

"Goodnight, Lance."

"Goodnight, Dalton."

November 1

2:31am

Lance woke up to the sound of his phone going off.

He opened his eyes to see that he was laying on Dalton's chest and the man had his arm wrapped around him.

Lance moved to answer his cell.

"What's wrong?" Dalton asked waking up when Lance shifted on the bed.

The teen looked at the screen to see that his mom was calling him.

"It's mom," Lance answered. He swiped his finger across the green phone icon to answer the call, "Hey mom. Are you okay?"

"Hi honey! Sorry for calling so late! Were you sleeping?" Lacy asked. Her speech was slightly slurred.

"Yeah, but that's okay. Do you need a ride?" Lance asked.

"If you were sleeping, we can find-,"

"No, no. It's okay. Where are you and dad?"

"We're at the...um...the...well...um," Lacy stalled.

"Why would she be stalling?" Lance thought.

"We're at the Candy Shop," Lacy muttered.

"Why would you be-" Lance started.

He was thinking an actual candy shop which didn't make any sort of sense. What candy shop would be open past ten pm? But then it clicked. There was a sex club called the Candy Shop. It was about thirty minutes northwest from their house.

"Mom! What the fuck!" Lance blurted out before thinking.

"Lancewell Calvin Miller, watch your language!" Lacy scolded.

"What's wrong?" Dalton asked with a worried tone, sitting up fully now. Completely alert.

Lance raised his hand signaling him to hold on.

"I don't even want to know, mom. I'll get dressed and pick you guys up. Just stay safe until I get there," Lance ordered.

"Drive safely, honey. I love you."

"I love you, too," Lance replied. He ended the call.

"I'm going to go pick them up. There fine, just drunk. Just go back to sleep," Lance explained.

Dalton did the exact opposite. He was getting out of bed. Nude, Lance couldn't help but notice.

"No, I'll go with you," Dalton said.

Lance hopped out of bed himself. He searched for his underwear, the television providing some light. He found his boxer briefs hiding beside Dalton's nightstand.

"Where are they?" Dalton asked.

"You don't want to know," Lance muttered.

"Probably not. They don't usually call asking for a lift. They must have gotten trashed wherever they are. So," Dalton turned to Lance, "where are they?"

"They are at the Candy Shop," Lance chirped.

Dalton looked at the taller man with confusion.

"What the hell? What Candy shop did they go to?" he asked with annoyance.

"The kind that has alcohol and adult activities," Lance replied with a smile.

"Bullshit. There is no candy shop-" Dalton stopped talking. It clicked as to what candy shop their parents were at.

"No fucking way," Dalton laughed.

"Yeah, apparently mom and dad go to the sex club," Lance grimaced at the thought.

"No fucking way!" Dalton said again laughing harder this time, "my old man is into swinging or cuckolding? Un-fucking-believable."

"Apparently so," Lance said shaking his head, "or maybe he is bi like his oldest son."

Dalton gave Lance a look of disgust.

"I don't want to think about my dad sucking cock. Hell, I don't want to think about him eating pussy," Dalton's face twisted into horror.

"And I don't want to think about mom doing...any of that," Lance said scrunching up his face.

"Okay, lets go get them," Dalton said with a sigh.

"Before we go, let's leave a note for Mickey on the fridge in case he wakes up looking for us," Lance suggested.

"Um..." Dalton stopped to look at Lance again.

"What?"

"Baby boy, you're gonna need a hoodie," he said with a wicked smirk.

"You and your god damned hickies," Lance said with annoyance.

On the car ride, the pair made easy conversation. They decided to use Dalton's car, but the older man decided to let Lance drive. The teen never got to drive Dalton's car.

Dalton reasoned that he had worked a long shift. Halloween sucked because cops were being called every ten minutes it seemed to answer a variety of noise complaints, rowdy teenagers, or drunks making scenes. So the cop was tired from taking consistent calls.

It did not go unnoticed by Lance that Dalton held his hand the entire way up to the Candy Shop.

Once they were closer, Dalton put on the GPS. They were quite sure where the club was. When they arrived, they saw Nick and Lacy sitting on a bench. Lacy was wearing Nick's jacket to help keep her warm from the fall chill.

Lacy looked like she was sleeping against Nick's shoulder. Lance parallel parked and exited the car with Dalton.

When Nick saw Lance, he smiled sleepily at him. When his eyes fell on his oldest son, they turned to horror.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? My old man hanging out at a sex joint. I would have never of thought two corporate lawyers would go to such a place," Dalton mused. He had a devil's grin plastered on his face.

"I thought mom and dad worked for a business firm...as lawyers?" Lance asked himself. Weird. He thought they were like...higher ups at a corporation, not lawyers. Damn, Lance needed to pay attention to people's lives more.

"Dalton, can we not," Nick pleaded. He rose, bringing Lacy up with him.

"Fine, you drunk bastard," Dalton laughed, wrapping his arm around Nick's shoulder.

"Why are you here anyways? Weren't you seeing your lady friend tonight?" his dad questioned.

Lance stiffened as he went beside his mom to help her to the car, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"I got more than significant time in, don't you worry. I was home though when Lacy called Lance. The call actually woke me up and I insisted on coming with. Since, I'm here, give me your keys. I'll drive your car home," Dalton suggested. Lance was impressed that not a word of that was a lie.

Dalton was pretty good at telling the truth without going into detail.

"Thanks son, I appreciate that," Nick said with a smile.

When they had Nick and Lacy situated in the car, Nick explained where they had parked. Lance drove Dalton the two miles to get there.

"Come with me a sec," Dalton said when Lance put the car in park.

Lance looked back to his parents, Lacy out like a light and Nick had fallen asleep on their short drive.

The teen decided to get out of the car and follow Dalton. They were around Nick's car to be out of view and that is when Dalton grabbed Lance by the hips and brought him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, what was that for?" Lance asked.

"Just drive safe, baby boy. Drunk idiots are out and I don't want you getting hurt," Dalton explained.

"Same goes for you," Lance said.

Dalton smiled and Lance leaned in for another kiss. When he pulled away from the older man, Dalton released his own moan.

"I'll see you back at the house," Lance said quietly.

"See you there," Dalton replied.

Lance made the drive home without issue. Dalton drove behind him the entire time.

On the drive, Lance thought about the past couple days. Dalton was being...awfully lovey and tender. The older man wasn't going berserk like he used to or going around punching doors. It was nice.

He constantly wanted to be near Lance and to be touching him. Even if it was just a hand or having their knees pressed beside one another while sitting on the couch. Dalton wanted that physical contact with Lance. Not that Lance was upset by this. Just an observation.

Lance's thoughts drifted to their night together, to a specific thought he had. A realization that had blossomed in his mind.

"I love that man," Lance whispered quietly to himself.

Tonight was the first night he thought it and that was the first time Lance said it out loud.

Lance was in love with Dalton...when had that happened? Should he tell Dalton? What if Dalton didn't feel the same.

"Idiot," that nagging voice in Lance's head chided, "of course he loves you. He wouldn't be so paranoid of other men if he didn't."

Lance nodded to himself.

"True," Lance thought to that voice in his head.

"God," the teen chuckled to himself, "I'm talking to voices in my head."

Lance was shaking his head, but the teen knew.

Dalton had feelings for Lance that developed years ago. Lance was sure of it. It was what he was telling Cooper and Carol earlier that night. He was positive that Dalton had `those' feelings for him way back then. It was the only thing he could think of that turned Dalton into an ass.

"He has been in love with you for years," that same nagging voice whispered in the back of Lance's mind.

Lance nodded in agreement.

"But do I want to be the one to say it first or should I wait for him?" Lance asked himself quietly in the car.

When they got home, Lance and Dalton put the two drunks in bed. When they got to Dalton's room, Lance kissed him briefly.

"I'm going to my room," Lance whispered.

"I figured," Dalton whispered back with disappointment.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Lance said with a smile.

Dalton nodded and leaned in for one last kiss. When Lance pulled back to walk away, he made it not even two steps before Dalton's spanked his right buttcheek.

"Ouch!" Lance squeaked out. He glared at Dalton.

The man gave the most innocent face he could muster, "sorry, that ass was too cute. I couldn't help myself."

Dalton shrugged. He winked at Lance before retreating to his room.

"Asshole," Lance muttered to himself.

The teen looked at his phone. It was almost four-thirty in the morning. He still had to be up for school and then go over to Logan's house afterword's to finish a project.

"Christ, I'm in for a long day," Lance whined to himself as he made his way to bed.

And a long day it was.

Lance finished his project with Logan as planned. Dalton tried not to message Lance while he was working on his assignment. Eventually, however, Dalton gave in and texted Lance. The teen was impressed Dalton held out for an hour before messaging him. Despite being exhausted, Lance was able to pull through and get the project done. Yes, Logan didn't really understand too much they were doing.

The guy was hot, but he didn't know much about chemistry...or biology...or mathematics...really anything academic.

Oh well.

That didn't stop Lance. Logan asked a lot of personal questions about him though. He found that kind of weird. Logan and Lance were not really on a personal level. They were barely on a first name basis. Lance only knew him through Cooper. The two jocks were in several sports together and they would hang out when Cooper wasn't with Carol or Lance.

Now that Lance thought about it...he was pretty sure that Logan hung out with Cooper when Carol was around. Maybe it was just Lance the jock didn't care for.

"You're as fucking crazy as they say you are!" Mark's words from the previous night echoed in his head.

Lance had mentally shrugged at that. He knew he was a little odd, but he didn't care what other people thought of him. He had Cooper and Carol in his life. He hoped that being associated with Lance didn't kill their social standing with others, but that was about all he could do.

Regardless, this was the most that Logan had spoken to Lance. Ever. The runner would answer the questions with simple but polite responses, as they finished their work.

November 2nd

9:50am

The pair were now waiting in Lance's room waiting to be picked up. Their bags were sitting on the front porch ready to go.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Dalton asked with annoyance.

"Yes. I thought you did this every year?" Lance asked while he finished packing.

Dalton was currently sulking on Lance's bed, holding Senor Gary, as he laid down. Lance thought the older man sulking, laying down in his bed was rather adorable.

"Yeah, but I rather us go somewhere together. Alone," Dalton said suggestively, wagging his eyebrows.

Lance finished putting away his laundry that Lacy had washed for him.

"Don't ditch your friends. We can be alone anytime. You haven't had a chance to hangout with your cop buddies in a while."

"Huh, those assholes," Dalton grunted.

"Dal, don't be an ass. Blaine and Blake have been your friends for the longest time. I know the three of you have a great time hanging out together."

Dalton gave Lance a suspicious look from the bed.

Lance merely rolled his eyes.

"I am not crushing on them or anything. I know you are close with them. You should be spending time with them. I wonder if you should be spending time with them without me. You know, hanging out with just the guys."

"Don't worry about that. I guess Blaine said Brad was planning to bring his booty call," Dalton informed the teen, giving him another weird look.

Brad had a booty call? Was the ape-man referring to Lance? Why would he tell Blaine that, knowing how close he and Dalton were?

"Booty call? Really?" Lance asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah. I guess he has some side bitch that he is hitting on the side."

"Do you really have to call people a bitch?" Lance questioned annoyedly.

"Those were Blaine's words, not mine!"

"Whatever," Lance said with another eyeroll.

"Aside from that, Colby is bringing his girlfriend. Rebecca is bringing her fiancee."

"Who are Colby and Rebecca? I don't remember you talking about them. Do you work with them?"

Colby works for another precinct. Blake and I met him through mutual friends. He is a cool guy. Rebecca is a little older than us. She works out of Chicago. She is an agent for the bureau."

"Don't mess with Rebecca. Got it," Lance stated.

"Yeah, she has fucked up some guys in her day," Dalton said with a laugh.

Before Lance could make another comment, he heard a horn honk several times.

"Last chance to back out," Dalton said.

"Get your ass up and let's go," Lance answered with a smile.

The pair made their way downstairs. They picked up their bags and made their way to the vehicle.

"Get your asses in, boys!" Blake said from the front passenger seat as both men approached the car.

"We've never taken this car before, who owns it?" Dalton asked.

Blaine got of the car to help Dalton and Lance place their bags in the trunk.

"Blake's folks got a new Toyota Highlander. They were nice enough to let us borrow it," Blaine explained.

"Then why is Brad driving?" Dalton asked with confusion and Lance could of sworn he heard a bit of irritation in Dalton's voice.

"Because lazy ass didn't want to!" Brad said from the driver's side.

"Where are the others?" Dalton kept questioning.

Lance could see Blake, Blaine, and Brad but the others that Dalton mentioned were not present.

"They took Rebecca's truck. We are meeting them there," Blaine replied.

"Sounds good to me," Dalton stated.

Once the bags were loaded into the vehicle Dalton and Lance got in. Lance sat in the middle of the bench seat with Blake on his left and Dalton on his right.

"Hey there, fellas!" Brad greeted them, making eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"Hey," both men responded.

At that point, Lance felt a wave of awkwardness. Having both Brad and Dalton this close together was kind of weird for him.

"Hey man, where is your booty call," Dalton asked with a wicked smirk.

Dalton leaned back against the seat, wrapping his left arm around Lance. The cop squeezed his shoulders.

Brad hesitated only for a moment before answering, "As luck would have it, said booty call went and got a boyfriend that isn't me. But its okay, I have hope that sweet young thing will see the light," Brad answered sincerely.

"It's okay, Chewy," Blaine said as he returned to the front seat.

"Yeah, yeah," Brad said waving off the nickname.

The group of guys talked about work, sex, family, and other general life topics. Lance participated every now and then but mostly played on his phone. It was good for Dalton to catch up with his friends outside of work.

Eventually, Dalton's attention was drawn back to Lance.

"Hey, baby. Whatcha thinking about?" Dalton asked kissing Lance's cheek.

Lance turned his head to look at Dalton; however, instead of speaking, Dalton captured the teen's lips.

"Dalton, you slut, keep your hands to yourself!" Blaine laughed. Blake joined in the laughter. Lance, out of the corner of his eye, caught Brad's reflection in the mirror. He wasn't laughing but instead watching Lance intently.

"Fuck you!" Dalton chuckled.

Blaine and Blake went back to their conversation with Brad but Dalton kept his eyes on Lance.

"What's up?" the cop asked.

"What's the plan for when we get there?" Lance asked. They will arrive a little bit after noon. Lance wasn't sure what they would do for the rest of the day.

"We normally set up our tents. We'll have lunch before that though. Something quick. Then divide the tasks," Dalton answer.

"What sort of tasks?"

"One will unload the car and bring the bags closer to the tents. We will buy logs for an evening fire while another collects firewood. We look for extra firewood because we don't want to spend gobs of money on the prepackaged stuff. Someone will secure the food. We don't want wildlife getting into it after all. Once the chores are done, we usually chill and have some beers."

"Well, I'm here this year. What will I do?" Lance question.

Dalton's face quickly grew a wicked smile. He leaned in to speak directly into Lance's ear so only the teen could hear him.

"You can suck my cock, baby boy," Dalton said with a growl.

Lance chuckled, shaking his head at the man. Lance playfully attempted to push Dalton away.

Dalton wasn't having it though. He moved his lips to kiss Lance's neck.

"Dalton, later," Lance said quietly.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise to ride your cock until you pop," Lance whispered.

"Fuckin' A, I can't wait!" Dalton moaned quietly. The man grabbed Lance's hand and placed it on his groin.

Dalton was hard.

"I really, really can't wait," he moaned.

"I can tell," Lance said giving the stiff flesh a firm grab

"Fuck," Dalton groaned out. Dalton nibbled on the teen's neck. The teen held back a moan, instead, Lance gripped Dalton's cock harder. This caused the man to shift in his seat.

Dalton moved back to Lance's ear.

"I really can't wait, baby boy."

Lance and Dalton separated some, but Dalton reached for Lance's hand. Once in his grip, the two men laced their fingers together.

Once they arrived, Brad pulled up to the office. The group made the payment online, so Brad only needed to get a parking pass for the vehicle.

While he was up there, Brad purchase a couple sets of wood and tossed the wood in the already stuffed trunk.

When Brad returned to his seat, he passed the map to Blake.

"Navigate, bitch," Brad said with a smile.

Blake flipped Brad the finger, but he did as he was instructed.

They made their way to their designated lot. Since it was November, the off season, most the spots were empty. They made their way through the winding road, trees surrounding them.

Even with the lack of leaves on the trees it was still a pretty sight.

"There is Rebecca and her fiancee," Brad stated plainly. He gave them a smile and a wave as they drove past. Blake also gave a wave from his seat. Since the backseat windows were tinted, Dalton and Blaine didn't bother to wave.

"What is her fiancee's name?" Blake asked.

"Charlie," Brad gave a response.

Lance rose his brow. Dalton didn't mention the fact that Rebecca was engaged to a woman. Not that it mattered to Lance.

Rebecca's face seemed to radiate firmness and confidence whereas Charlie's vibe was bubbly.

They passed a few more lots, made their way around a sharp bend to another spot that had another car.

"Huh, Colby and Lina must have decided to take a separate car from Rebecca and Charlie," Brad said, waving at this couple as well.

Colby and Lina waved back enthusiastically.

"Wow," Lance muttered.

`Colby is fucking hot," Lance thought before he could stop himself. Lance was sure Dalton never brought him to the house. He would have remembered that face. The man was tall. Standing at least at six-three if Lance was to take a rough estimate. Not that height was a requirement to be attractive, but it worked for Colby.

Even from the distance they were at, Lance could see Colby had bright green eyes. He had perfect ivory teeth. His broad shoulders led down to a well-built frame. He had strong, muscular thighs to support his body. Lance could see their defined shape since the jeans the man wore clung to his flesh. His sandy blond hair was buzzed cut on the sides and had a moppy top. The man had a sharp nose that suited him and the defined jawline with stubble that was appealing.

"What?" Dalton asked sharply with suspicion.

For the first time, Dalton was right to have an accusatory tone. Lance self-admitted that he would do whatever Colby wanted. Lina was one lucky lady.

"He is probably thinking how he wants Colby to fuck him three ways from Sunday," Blake snickered.

Lance thought how the man wasn't wrong.

"The fuck Colby can," Dalton hissed with anger.

"No, Dalton!" Lance lied quickly, "I was just thinking Lena is really pretty and really, really tall."

Which that was true enough. Lena was a curvy, busty, amazon of a woman. She was maybe and inch or so shorter than Colby. She was definitely taller than Lance.

"She sure is! She is six-one," Brad confirmed.

"And that's when she isn't wearing heels," Blaine added.

The conversation continued but Dalton leaned into Lance's ear. Speaking softly so only Lance could hear him.

"It doesn't matter how hot he is. He has a fucking baby dick so don't even think about him fucking you. You wouldn't be able to feel a fucking thing. And even if he tried, I'd fucking kill him," Dalton growled. His jealous breath hot against Lance's ear.

"Dalton!" Lance scolded quietly.

Lance pulled back to look disbelieving at Dalton.

"It's true," Dalton said with a smirk.

Lance leaned in to speak into Dalton's ear this time.

"For the record, I don't care what size or shape a guy's dick is. He treats me right, I'm cool if we bone," Lance pulled back again to give Dalton his own smirk.

Dalton's face reddened and his eyes darken. He gripped Lance's thigh tightly.

"I'll fucking kill any man who thinks they can fuckin' touch you," Dalton warned.

Lance shook his head. Lance didn't doubt him. Was it weird that he was beginning to really like Dalton being possessive over the teen?

Lance quickly gave Dalton a peck on his lips.

When Lance pulled away, he was happy to see Dalton wearing a confused look.

"Do you like messing with me?" Dalton questioned.

"It is one of my favorite pastimes," Lance stated plainly.

"Asshole," Dalton grumbled but moved to give Lance a kiss on the cheek.

"Here we are boys!" Brad cheered.

The single lane road they followed went in a semicircular path. So even though the other two cars were a distance away from them, they were sharing the same chunk of camping grounds with the others.

"Okay, this spot is ours," Brad said as he pulled onto the gravel parking space. He pointed to a lot just a few more spaces down, "and we also have that space as well."

"Why so many spaces?" Blake asked.

"Bradly has a four-person tent and I have a four-person tent but these tents really do not hold the recommend number of people. So rather than us being crammed into one tent, we brought two," Dalton explained.

"And it is one tent per lot," Brad added.

"Oh, well alrighty then," Blake said with a shrug.

The group exited the car and immediately began unloading.

"Lance and I are gonna take that space," Dalton said pointing to the space that was further away.

"Are you now? Why do you get to decide the sleeping arrangements?" Blaine asked.

"Unless you are wanting to watch us fuck, Lance and I are taking that space over there," Dalton said with a smirk.

Blaine laughed and waved him off, "whatever, man."

Dalton and Lance each grabbed some bags and made their way to the spot.

"Is being crass necessary?" Lance asked when they were out of earshot.

"Would you rather put on a show? Because whether it is just us or not we're having sex. I don't care who the fuck is around."

"You could have been politer about it," Lance grumbled.

"Yeah, okay," Dalton said, with an eyeroll.

Dalton instructed Lance to collect firewood for their site while Dalton finished unloading and started the tent set up. The teen did as he was instructed and by the fifth return from collecting wood, Dalton had the tent erected.

Lance helped Dalton move their bags inside and set up the air mattress, pillows, and blankets. Lance pulled out a fifty foot extension cord they had brought and plugged it in to the pole that was on their lot, bringing the other end to inside the tent so they could have their phones charge.

Lance sat with his legs crossed as Dalton ruffled through his bags looking for something.

"Lose something?" Lance asked.

"Ah," Dalton, smiling brightly, raised his hand waving around his half-filled bottle of lube, "I thought I forgot it for a moment."

"Jesus," Lance chuckled, shaking his head.

Dalton checked his phone. A few text messages had gone off while they were setting up but was too preoccupied to check them.

"What's the plan?"

"That is what I was just reading. Rebecca messaged me. We are going over to her and Charlie's camp site for a fire and beers. We're just gonna chill like I thought we would.

"I'll grab our seat if you'll grab the large red blanket. It is big enough for both of us," Dalton nodded to the neatly folded comforter.

"Sure," Lance replied.

Dalton exited the tent to collect their seats.

Lance picked up the red fabric. It was a large blanket, but Lance wasn't sure if it could cover them both in separate lawn chairs.

`Whatever,' Lance thought. If it wasn't big enough, he would just steal it from Dalton for being a dumbass.

The pair made their way to Rebecca's plot.

"They would pick the furthest spot away from us," Dalton muttered.

"We could have cut through the trees. All our camp sites are on the same chunk of woods," Lance commented nonchalantly, giving a small shrug.

"Next week there is a house I'm going to look at. I found it online yesterday. There were a lot of pictures of it. It looks nice and it appears to be in great shape. I also happen to know the guy who is selling it from work. He is a trustworthy dude. Do you...um, want to go look at it with me?" Dalton questioned with an unsure tone.

Lance gave the man a big, reassuring smile.

"Sure," the teen said.

Living with Dalton, in a house Dalton owned. That was a strange thought. Lance had lived with the man most of his life but that was with the rest of the family. Just to have the runner and the cop sharing living space? Weird.

Dalton smiled back and laced his fingers with Lance's free hand.

As they continued their walk, Lance could see the flicker of flames getting closer and chatter getting louder.

When they arrived, everyone was sitting around the fire with beverages. There was an open space in-between Charlie and Colby.

"About time you boys got your asses here! Was Lance giving you a quick suck, Dal?" Blake chuckling at his own question.

"Jealous much?" Dalton question right back.

"Ah! No!" Charlie giggled covering her ears, "that sweet face could not do such adult things!"

"Funny, most people say my face is handsome, not sweet," Dalton said without his smug smirk falling.

"I was talking about this sweet-looking young man, of course! I know what kind of dirty boy you are, Dalton Alexander Miller!" Charlie continued her giggle.

She had a pleasantly light soprano voice.

"Hi, I'm Lance," Lance released Dalton's hand bringing it to Charlie's.

Her smaller hand reached for Lance's. She weakly gripped his hand but enthusiastically shook it.

"Hi, honey! I'm Charlie!" She smiled wide. She had perfectly straight, large teeth that suited her thin face. She had blonde hair that had large, loopy curls going from the top of her head all the way down to her midback.

Her brown eyes seamed to smile as brightly as her actual toothy smile.

"It's nice to meet you," Lance provided a shy smile.

"The pleasure is all mine! I have heard so much about you! This is my fiancee, Rebecca," Charlie waved her hand over to the seat beside her. Charlie was certainly energetic.

"Hello," Rebecca gave a quick smile and nod. Her brunette hair was in a tight bun.

Lance reached for her hand which Rebecca accepted.

Her grip, unlike Charlie's, was much firmer.

"Lance," Lance said with a nod.

"Then right behind you are Lena and Colby!" Charlie beamed in the other couple's direction.

Lance moved over to the other couple.

Lena was even prettier up-close. Her straight hair in a ponytail.

"Hi!" Lena greeted warmly.

Lance shook her hand giving her a larger smile. Something about her just made him smile big.

"My goodness! Aren't you just the cutest boy I've ever seen! Isn't he cute!" Lena asked her boyfriend excitedly.

"He is definitely fucking cute. I'd even say god damn adorable," Colby said with a bright smile.

Lance could feel his cheeks burning.

It was a little weird that a couple was talking to Lance like that, but the teen wasn't opposed to the blonde man's attention.

"Look at him blushing! He want's your D, Colby!" Blake said with a laugh.

"I wouldn't say no," Colby smirked, licking his lips.

"I'd watch and record for you, baby!" Lena excitedly said.

Lance's thoughts screamed at him, `Jesus, are these two for real?'

"You put your cock anywhere near him and I'll cut it off!" Dalton growled.

Lance moved in front of Colby to shake his hand. Colby's grip was the strongest out of all of them.

"Colby Johnson," Colby smiled brightly, winking at the teen.

"Lance Miller," the teen replied meekly. Lance's blush deepening. Lance made to retract his hand, but Colby kept his grip, his thumb rubbing slightly over Lance's hand.

"Look at that blush! You are just too damn adorable!" Lena gushed.

"That's enough of that," Dalton said stepping next to Lance, tugging on his arm, effectively removing the teen from Colby's space. Colby released Lance's hand as Dalton wrapped his arm around the teen, guiding them to their seats.

Lena, Colby, Blake, Blaine, Brad, Charlie, and even Rebecca laughed at Dalton's reaction.

"What's the matter, Dal? Afraid Colby is going to take your boy?" Rebecca asked with a teasing tone.

"Fuck off," he muttered, making the others laugh harder.

"I wouldn't worry about Colby so much as your three single fellas right here!" Charlie giggled pointing at Brad, Blaine, and Blake.

Lance could have sworn he saw Dalton shoot the three cops a death glare.

"Oh, I wouldn't object if my man wanted to play with another handsome man! I love watching male on male action!" Lena said with laughter.

"No fair! He is already getting off regularly! I need a little relief! What do you say, Lance?" Blake asked wagging his eyebrows.

"Fuck you," Dalton said flipping off Lena. He turned to Blake to say, "fuck you. The only dick he is taking is mine so fuck off!" Dalton kept his middle finger up, moving it in a circle to flip them all off simultaneously.

This only encouraged their laughter.

"Weird," Lance thought, but chuckled anyways.

Dalton ushered the teen to their seat. He was shocked to see a lawn chair literally built for two people. It was like the double wide of lawn chairs. Lance didn't even know such things were built.

"I've never seen one like this," Lance said.

"It's a Black Sierra," Dalton said with a shrug.

Lance was going to sit on the cop's left, but Dalton stopped him and moved him to the right.

The subtle action did not go unnoticed by Lena.

"Dalton doesn't want you sitting next to my stud," Lena said with a laugh, making the others laugh as well.

Dalton flipped her the bird again. Lance shrugged and took his seat, Dalton following suit. Once they were situated, Lance laid the blanket across them.

"Comfy, baby?" Dalton asked.

"Yeah," the teen replied.

Lance took the moment, while the others were still laughing and talking, to lean into Dalton's ear. The man froze when he felt Lance's lips move against his ear.

"Dalton," Lance whispered, rubbing the man's thigh, "don't worry about these other guys. I'm here for you and with you. No one else."

Lance gave the man a kiss on the cheek. Dalton didn't say anything, but he nodded and Lance could see a blush of his own forming on his handsome face.

"Dal," Blaine said.

Blaine had an unopened beer can in hand. Dalton gave a nod and Blaine tossed it, Dalton catching it with ease.

"Here, honey," Charlie said passing Lance a beer.

"Oh, I'm underaged," Lance said with a sad smile.

"I won't tell if you won't!" Charlie said with a wink.

"Seriously?" Dalton asked raising an eyebrow, "in front of five cops and a federal agent?"

Charlie smiled innocently and shrugged, "I don't see any law enforcement. I see a group of friends relaxing by a fire."

Charlie opened the beer and passed it to Lance.

"Only if you want it. If you don't like it, I won't force you to ingest it, Lance," Charlie winked again.

Lance smiled and accepted the frothy beverage.

"Seriously?" Dalton asked again.

Lance took a sip of the beer and put it in his cup holder.

"Dalton, its not like I haven't had beer before," Lance shrugged.

"With whom?"

"Dalton, man, relax. Your boy is in good company," Blake said with a sigh.

Dalton gave his own sigh and leaned back against the seat, opening his own beer. Chatter amongst the group continuing.

"Cooper and Carol," Lance said plainly.

Dalton looked over to Lance.

"Cooper and Carol and I shared our first beer together. That isn't surprising, is it?"

"No, I figured as much. I just, I rather if you drink, you do it with me so I can keep an eye on you. People can be crazy when they're drunk," Dalton said.

Lance gave Dalton a look.

"What?" the man asked.

Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Dalton could be a lunatic when he was drunk.

"I promise, I have only ever drunk with people I trusted. You know Carol, Cooper, and I lookout for one another."

Dalton smiled, gripping Lance's hand again.

"I know," the man said.

"So, tell me everything about you, doll," Charlie said, placing her hand on Lance's arm.

He turned his head to look at the bubbly blonde.

He gave a shrug.

"Like what?"

"Are you in school?" Charlie asked.

Lance provided her with a nod.

"What is your major?"

"Oh, um, I am a senior in high school. I am graduating early though. So I'll be at community college in the spring."

"Dalton! Shame! Robbing the cradle!" Charlie said with shock.

"If you liked dick, you'd be going for his young ass too," Dalton commented as he took another sip from his beer.

Charlie gave a laugh then turned her attention back to Lance.

"What do you plan to study?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders.

"I was thinking computer science."

"Oh, that field isn't going away anytime soon. What would you want to do with that?"

"I was thinking criminology. Like financial forensics or something."

"Wow! That is very impressive! And it sounds really hard. I can turn a computer on and google but that's about it," Charlie said with a perplexed look.

Lance smiled, shrugging again.

"The little shit could do it, too. He has hacked into my computer more times than I can count. He is too smart for his own good," Dalton stated with annoyance.

"Well, I'm sure your password is easy to figure out. What, like, `I heart sex' or something," Charlie giggled.

"Oh, no! I mean, he has fucking equipment that decrypts passwords and he knows how to write code and programming and shit."

"Wait, you know how to do that stuff?" Rebecca asked, jumping into their conversation.

Lance nodded.

"Yeah, but it's just basic stuff," Lance shrugged.

"Like what?"

"Unlocking passwords, finding back doors, writing code...once I `might' have hacked into the mayor's files."

"You did what?!" Dalton asked flabbergasted.

"I said `might.'"

"You know how illegal that is?!" Dalton bellowed.

"Might! I `might' have done it. I didn't confirm that I did!" Lance defended.

"Unlock your phone and let me see it please," Rebecca politely demanded.

Lance hesitated only for a moment before complying. He passed his phone to Charlie who then passed it to Rebecca.

She typed away on his phone for a few moments then passed the phone back his way.

"I entered my number and email me. If you are seriously interested in programing and code, hit me up. I work with a guy that is head of our computer crimes. We occasionally have internships or other programs related to that field. I could put you in touch with him of you'd like?"

"Seriously?! That would be so cool!" Lance gushed excitedly.

"Oh, yeah. We are always looking for future computer savvy people," Rebecca smiled.

"Thanks!"

"Anytime," Rebecca replied.

The group continued to talk and laugh, enjoying the fire. Whenever Colby would try to ask Lance a question, Dalton would run interference. He really did not want Lance talking to the blonde stud. When someone engaged Dalton, Colby would take the chance to talk to Lance. He and Lena both were flirting with him, much to Dalton's dislike.

Lance spent most of his conversing with Charlie. She was zealous about everything and so much fun to talk to. Lance also noticed that she was a little handsy, not that this bothered him.

The teen would feel looks coming from Brad. He didn't talk to the runner much, but he kept stealing glances. Lance also noticed that, when Dalton wasn't interfering with conversations Colby initiated, he would give Brad attitude. It was making the teen shift uncomfortably in his seat.

It seemed like Dalton was going out of his way to be an ass to Colby and Brad. Colby, Lance could understand. He was openly flirting with the teen, but Brad? Brad hadn't done anything out of the ordinary to fall onto Dalton's radar.

Night fell soon enough. For dinner they had heated beans, potatoes, and hot dogs over the fire. The group discussed fishing and hunting over the next couple days for other meal options. Lance thought it was rabbit season, but he wasn't sure. He knew very little about Indiana hunting laws and what seasons were for which animals. For all he knew, it was unicorn season with slingshot weapons only.

It didn't matter though because Lance didn't hunt. The only weapons he used were his limbs and body and he was damn good with them too.

After dinner, they all shared a couple more beers, Dalton having more than Lance. The group carried on conversation for a little while longer. It was closing in on ten in the evening and Lance was getting chilled. He was practically plastered to Dalton's side seeking warmth.

Dalton didn't resist. He loved the contact, keeping his free arm wrapped around Lance as they huddled under the blanket. Dalton would occasionally kiss the top of his head or rub his hand around Lance's hip. The man would squeeze him closer every time Colby looked their way.

Eventually, Dalton and Lance decided to make their way back to their tent after saying their goodbyes. Lance was ready to be in their tent, with the electric blanket.

"I like them, they are really nice," Lance said sincerely, through a chatter of his teeth.

"A little too nice," Dalton muttered.

During their talk Lena continued to make comments about Lance and Colby that were a little intimate, especially since they only just met. For example, Lance now knew Colby's favorite position was sixty-nine because Colby loved to eat her out while her fingered her butt. Or she would asked what Lance liked in bed and whatnot.

Yes, Colby was hot and under different circumstances, he might pursue Colby. Girlfriend or not. But they knew he was with Dalton, and they were trying to agitate his boyfriend. Lance didn't like too much and didn't know why they would try and do that.

"Don't worry about Lena and Colby. I'm with you," Lance reassured his boyfriend.

"It wasn't just them. They were all making way too many comments about you."

"Dalton, they were just ribbing you. They just wanted to push your buttons. Don't worry about it."

Dalton didn't say anything. He just kept walking.

"It's because you're sexy as fuck. You're too adorable for your own good and you don't even know it. I have to keep men and women away from you with a fucking bat," Dalton muttered.

Lance pulled on his arm to make him stop.

Dalton followed the silent command, ceasing his steps. He turned his head to Lance, giving him a sad look.

Lance moved to place a firm kiss on his lips.

"It's you I want. It's you I want to have sex with. It's you I want to be with. It's you I want to wake up to in the morning. It's always you, Dalton," Lance said when he pulled away.

Dalton dropped his chair so he could grab Lance, kissing him roughly.

The man pressed his face hard against Lance's, trying to get as close to the teen as he could. Dalton molded his body against Lance's.

"Why are you so good to me?" Dalton asked pulling away.

"Because I care for you," Lance replied honestly.

"To the tent," Dalton said gripping Lance's hand and picking up the chair.

They made their way hastily to the tent.

Dalton tossed the chair to the ground making his way into the tent. Lance immediately followed him. The tent was tall enough that the guys were able to stand at their full height without colliding with the ceiling. Lance barely had time to zip up the tent before Dalton grabbed the teen's hips to turn him around and close any distance between the two. Dalton brought his lips crashing against the teen.

Lance was undoing Dalton's pants, Dalton reached out to undo Lance's. They did this without breaking the kiss.

Lance inhaled deeply taking in Dalton's scent. Lance could smell the faintest trace of the man's cologne and his natural body odor.

"Get on your hands and knees. On the mattress, baby," Dalton instructed.

Dalton released his grip on Lance so the teen could step around him. He made his way to the air mattress, removing his clothing as he did so. His body shivering from the chill of fall air.

The older man discarded his own stitching as he followed Lance.

As soon as Lance was nude, he positioned himself on the air mattress.

"As fucking obnoxious as those guys were, they had one thing right," Dalton said in the darkness.

"What's that?"

"That you are the sexiest thing ever," Dalton replied.

He kneeled behind the teen, landing a playful swat on Lance's butt cheek.

"Hey!" Lance whined.

"I couldn't help it, baby boy. This pretty little butt gets me riled up," chuckling and not waiting for Lance to respond, Dalton gave a single lick along the teen's hole.

He placed one hand on each cheek then spread the fleshy posterior.

Dalton let out a grunt before diving forward.

"Fuck!" Lance moaned.

The teen loved when the man ate him out. The cop slobbered all over his opening, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

"Dalton, I'm horny," Lance whined.

"You're not in the mood for foreplay, Lan?" Dalton gave another playful slap. He took the lube he found from earlier and applied it to his fingers.

"The other's may have been joking around about doing stuff with me, but I've been horny for your dick since we left the house. Come on," Lance wiggled his rear hoping that Dalton would get a move on.

"Yeah?" Dalton questioned. He pressed his forefinger and middle finger against Lance's hole, pushing them simultaneously in.

"Fuck yes!"

"Who's your man?"

"You are, Dalton," Lance lowly moaned out.

"Who is my oblivious, perfect man?" Dalton asked twisting his fingers as they moved in and out.

"Oblivious?" Lance asked.

"Don't make me repeat the question, baby boy," Dalton warned.

"I am your oblivious, perfect man. Although I don't understand how I'm oblivious," Lance complained, letting out a breathy sigh.

Dalton pressed into Lance's prostate making him jolt and groan loudly.

"No? No clue at all?"

"None," Lance answered honestly.

"Case in point," Dalton chuckled at his boyfriend.

Dalton used his freehand to pick up the lube bottle. He removed his fingers briefly to apply more fluid before jabbing them back into the teen.

"Fuck!" Lance groaned out.

"Shh, baby boy. Don't want the other campers to hear you, do you?" Dalton teased.

"Why do you say oblivious?" Lance breathed out.

"Lance, you have the most perfect ass. Your dick matches your body nicely. You have the softest brown hair. Those beautiful, fucking big ass cow eyes that are so amazing to look into. You're just a sexy fucker and you don't even know it. You think they were joking? The fuck they were! Colby and Lena are both bi and swingers in case you didn't catch on. They were fucking hitting on you right in front of me! I should fucking kill them all, the fuck wads," Dalton hissed.

As he spoke, his anger rose. The frustration and anger could be felt in his prodding as it became rougher making Lance pant.

"You're so beautiful and they all want a god damned taste. Even the lesbians cooed at you because you're too fuckin' cute. You don't even see the way people look at you."

"Don't kill anyone, Dal. Who would keep the guys away from me if you were in prison?"

Dalton gave a dark, mirthless laugh, "I guess you have a point."

Dalton removed his fingers. The teen moaning out as he did.

"I know baby, hang on," Dalton muttered.

He took the lube bottle again, pouring lubrication straight onto his erect flesh.

Some of it dripped from his penis onto the polyester flooring beneath them.

Dalton rested his weight on his knees and gripped the teen's hips. Lance felt the cop's right hand was still slick from the lubricant.

Dalton rubbed his member along Lance's opening a few times, teasing him.

"Who do you belong to?" Dalton asked quietly.

"You, Dalton," Lance moaned the answer.

"Who do I belong to?"

"Me, Dalton. No one else, ever. You belong to me. Fucking always," Lance whispered.

With a smile of satisfaction, Dalton pushed into Lance. Not stopping to let the teen adjust. He inserted his full length in one motion.

"Fuck!" Lance cried out.

"Shh, baby!" Dalton scolded.

"Fuck me," Lance grunted out.

"Hard or soft?" came Dalton's teasing voice again.

"Hard if you think you can manage it," Lance teased right back.

"Oh, baby boy, thinks he can play with the big kids, huh?" Dalton laughed.

Dalton tightened his grip on the teen's hips.

"I know that Colby could deliver a rough fuck if I asked nicely," Lance teased dangerously.

"Get ready to be fucked, Lance," Dalton warned with a feral snarl.

Lance let out one last breathy sigh before Dalton began his onslaught.

And it was an onslaught.

Dalton was jabbing Lance's innards with everything he had. His hands keeping their grip, Dalton leaning over the teen's back.

"Fuck!" Lance moaned loudly.

"This what you wanted, baby?" Dalton grunted through clenched teeth.

"Fuck yes," the runner cried out, "fuck yes!"

Dalton moved his hands up some to grip Lance's ribs along his side. Dalton kept his quick thrusting pace. Dalton was pulling out only a few inches before jamming himself back into Lance.

"Do you think Colby could fuck you like this?" Dalton snarled the question.

"No, no, no fucking way could he fuck me like this," replied the pleasure-drunk teen.

Dalton licked the nape of Lance's neck as he thrusted.

"Fuck," Lance moaned.

Lance loved the feeling of Dalton trying to get into the teen's hole as deeply as he could.

Dalton's balls were hitting Lance's rear with a wet sounding thwack.

This wasn't going to be a long session. The force at which Dalton was fucking him...the man's dick was going to hit pleasure overload soon enough.

"I am not gonna last," Dalton moaned out.

Lance smiled to himself. He knew he called it.

"Come in me!" Lance demanded.

"I'm coming now! Fuck!" Dalton nearly yelled.

Lance could feel Dalton shaking above him. His moist chest heaving against Lance's equally wet back.

For several minutes, Dalton laid there, letting himself empty in the runner. Lance could feel Dalton flex his cock, making sure to deposit every last drop.

The cop moved, his softening member slipping out with a wet pop.

"You still with me, babe?" Lance asked.

"Yeah," Dalton replied tiredly.

"Wanna try something a little different?" Lance questioned.

For months, Lance had been wanting to try something a little different with Dalton. He wasn't sure how receptive Dalton would be though. Since Lance hadn't come yet, he figured there was no time like the present.

"What are you wanting to do?" Dalton questioned suspiciously.

"Nothing bad. Do you trust me?"

"You know I do," Dalton confirmed.

"Okay, just relax and let me take control," were Lance's final words.

Lance moved off of the air mattress. He kneeled on the cool ground of the tent floor.

The teen grabbed Dalton's legs, pulling the man's body closer to him.

When Lance had Dalton positioned where he wanted him, he stated, "pass me a pillow."

"Lance? What are you doing?" the weariness in Dalton's voice was not hidden. The man becoming more aware of what was going on. Regardless, he still passed Lance a pillow

Lance gripped the pillow with one hand and used his other to raise Dalton's lower body off the air mattress. When the cop was high enough, Lance placed the pillow under Dalton to elevate him.

"Lance, seriously, what are you doing?" Dalton asked.

Lance didn't respond with words. Instead, he spread Dalton's legs. His coarse leg hair climbed all the way up Dalton's legs to his rear. The furry cheeks, Lance exposed to reveal a tiny, warm hole.

"Lance?" Dalton warned.

Lance ignored the man, he leaned in giving Dalton's hole several quick swipes with his tongue.

"Fuck, Lance!" Dalton nearly yelled. His body, lifted up off the pillow and air mattress at the sudden sensation.

Lance quickly moved his hands to Dalton's hips, bringing him back down, but did not remove his mouth.

Lance kept licking at the tiny hole, trying to get as much spit as he could on it.

"Fuck, babe!" Dalton moaned loudly, "god damn!"

Lance pulled his face back only for a moment to spit on Dalton's fuzzy hole, then went back to work.

"Oh my fucking god!" Dalton whined out.

Lance chuckled as he rimmed his boyfriend. He loved making the older man squirm.

"How's that feel?" Lance asked pulling away ever so slightly.

"Fuckin' amazing! Fuck, no wonder you love that," Dalton moaned.

"Yeah? Well, that's not everything that I love," Lance's sultry voice echoed to Dalton's ears.

Dalton couldn't see what Lance was doing from the angle, but while Lance gave Dalton a few more licks, he was lubing up his fingers.

Lance pulled his face back to look at Dalton. He wanted to see his face when he penetrated the fucker for the first time.

Lance took his index finger and slid it in to the knuckle.

The motion caused Dalton's body to convulse.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck that fucking hurt, asshole!" Dalton complained loudly through a moan.

"Remember that the next time you think about shoving body parts in me! Allow me to use one of your quotes to say, `hang on, you'll love it.'"

Lance gave a chuckle as Dalton continued to swear at the teen.

"Fuck you, fucker!" Dalton attempted to sound angry, but his moans betrayed him.

Lance began to pull his finger back ever so slightly, right before pushing it back in.

"Fuck," Dalton continued to moan.

Lance repeated this motion. Each time, pulling his finger out just a little bit further before shoving it back in. With each inward movement, Dalton swore, giving loud moans. Dalton's cock was swollen again from the assplay that Lance was providing.

Lance switched up his movement to add further stimulation for the older man. He crooked his index finger to rake it across the cop's prostate gland. Lance felt the lumpy gland when his digit moved acrossed it.

Dalton buckled and moaned even louder than what he was already.

"Holy fuck! That felt great," Dalton said a little too loudly.

"Shh! Dal, you have got to watch the volume!" Lance laughed quietly.

"I can't fucking help it! It feels good," the man groaned.

Lance completely removed his hand to add lube to both fingers.

"Lance! You are seriously going to tease me like that?" Dalton asked with annoyance.

"Oh, I'm not finished yet," Lance laughed.

Lance rubbed the outside of his target making Dalton squirm a little bit more before submerging two fingers inside.

"Fuck me!" Dalton yelled.

`That is the plan,' Lance chuckled to himself.

"Fuck," Dalton continued to whine out.

"There is no way that the guys didn't hear you," Lance said with amusement.

"Warn a guy when do you that!" Dalton hissed.

"Noted," Lance simply replied.

The teen went back to work, repeating the same process as before. He slowly, barely pulled back on his fingers then gave them a push back in. Like before, Dalton was moaning when the fingers were shoved back in to the hilt.

When Lance had his fingers nearly pulled out all the way, he gave them a twist as he reinserted them.

"Goddamn! Where did you learn to do that, baby boy?" Dalton asked, writhing in pleasure.

"I've picked up a few tricks here and there," Lance answered with a smile.

Lance moved his fingers to Dalton's prostate again. He wiggled the digits, applying extra force, to press into the gland as hard as he could.

"Fuck!" Dalton breathed out, unintentionally spreading his legs as far as they would go. His legs were shaking and his hole was spasming around Lance's fingers.

"Keep doing that!" the man breathed out heavily.

Lance obliged, pressing into the flesh, rubbing it vigorously, finding the heat of Dalton's hole incredibly hot. Lance's cock was rock-solid. Twitching and leaking precum. His member might have been an inch shorter than Dalton's but it was thicker than the older man's. He was sure the cop would love the feel of it pressing against his inner walls and walnut gland.

As Lance's thoughts drifted off, Dalton was nearly screaming and then it happened.

Dalton's cock spazzed, spraying semen everywhere.

"Fuck I'm coming!" he whined out.

Dalton moved his arms to cover his face, breathing heavily, as he orgasmed. The runner kept his fingers moving against Dalton's prostate.

Lance moved to kiss the man's stomach and moved around kissing his hip, pubic region, inner thigh, back up again to his stomach.

Dalton's orgasming dick continued to spray seed onto Lance as he did this.

The teen felt fluid land in his hair and on his neck. Lance removed his fingers as Dalton's orgasm died down. He ran his hands along Dalton's sides and stomach, feeling his stomach rise and descend from the other man's breath trying to regulate.

"Oh, my fucking god, I never knew it was like that for you," Dalton breathed out.

He didn't look at Lance since his arms were still covering his face.

"It feels fucking awesome, I know. You know what feels even better?" as Lance asked the question, he was maneuvering himself into a kneeling positioning. He grabbed the lube and was lubing up his leaking organ.

"What?" Dalton asked from behind his arms.

Lance moved on top of Dalton, making Dalton flinch. The man uncovered his arms to look at Lance.

"No fucking way! You are not doing that to me! Fuck that!" Dalton complained with alarm.

"You loved it when I finger fucked you. Let me try this. If you completely hate it, we will never do it again," Lance reasoned.

"Fuck you! I am the one that does the penetrating here!" Dalton countered.

Lance didn't say anything, instead, he leaned down to capture Dalton's lips. Kissing Dalton always seemed to make him a little bit more incorrigible.

Dalton was a little resistant of the kiss but gave in after a few seconds.

The pair laid there in the tent making out with one another. Lance's hands grabbing and wandering Dalton's body while Dalton's hands did the exact same thing.

Lance ground his wood against Dalton's reviving member. When Lance got another groan from the man, he broke the kiss to look at the stubborn goat.

"Please, Dal? I'm verse and I haven't had the chance to top since we started sleeping together," Lance stated.

"Verse?" Dalton gave the teen a questioning look.

Lance could forget that Dalton could be adorably oblivious when it came to lingo, much like Lance himself. But at least Lance knew the basics.

"I like to bottom and top," Lance explained.

"Since when?" Dalton asked with annoyance.

"Since always! You just assumed I was strictly a bottom."

Which was true. Since the two started sleeping together, Lance hadn't had a chance to top. Brad certainly hadn't given him a chance to top. Lance hadn't had a chance to be the penetrative partner since he dated Ryan.

Lance could see Dalton contemplating the idea. He just needed further encouragement.

"Please? Just to try it?" Lance asked while he kissed the side of Dalton's face.

Dalton let out an annoyed sigh, moved his head to kiss Lance's cheek briefly.

"Fine. But if you make it hurt more than it has to, I am literally going to fuck you with a baseball bat. Don't think I'm exaggerating or bluffing. I'll fucking do it!" Dalton warned.

Lance hopped off the man with a big smile. The greenlight was all he needed!

Lance applied just a bit more lube to himself, then took a little extra and found Dalton's entrance.

"Fuck, I can't believe I agreed to this," Dalton moaned out, feeling Lance apply lubricant to him.

"I can," Lance smiled.

"And why is that?" Dalton asked with annoyance.

`Because you love me,' Lance almost said but caught himself.

The thought caused Lance to freeze up just for a moment.

"Because you're not completely unreasonable," Lance said instead.

"Fucker," Dalton grunted with complaint.

Lance chuckled at the man. He positioned himself at Dalton's heat and looked down at the man.

"Ready, boyfriend?"

"Just fuckin' get on with it," the man replied.

Good enough for Lance.

Lance slipped a little at first, sliding away from Dalton. He placed the head at the entrance again, keeping a firm grip on himself, he applied pressure.

The second time around, the head pushed its way through.

Dalton sucked in air through his teeth as Lance continued the initial penetration.

"Fuck," Dalton whimpered out, feeling the head completely enter and stretching him even further than Lance's fingers had.

"Fuck, give me a sec!" Dalton pleaded.

"I will," Lance said calmly.

He watched Dalton's face cringe in pain, his chest heaving.

Lance moved to place a kiss on the center of his fuzzy pecs.

Dalton, didn't say anything, but instead, brought a hand up to Lance's neck.

The two men just breathed and stayed there. Breathing loudly.

After several minutes, Dalton spoke up.

"Okay, go ahead."

Lance kept his head on Dalton's chest as he pushed in further. He could feel Dalton's heart pounding within his chest.

Lance pushed in slowly but steadily. Dalton's breathing becoming more labored the further Lance went.

When Lance pressed his pubes against Dalton's backside, he knew he was in completely.

"Holy fuck," Dalton whined.

"I'm completely in," Lance whispered to him.

"Don't start fucking yet," the man ordered.

"I won't, I'm waiting on you."

Dalton's chest raised and fell with each heavy respiration.

Lance moved capturing his lips. Dalton moaned as their lips made contact. Both men made out, letting their tongues wrestle, as Dalton's body adjusted to the invasion. The teen let his hands explore Dalton's sides as they kissed.

After several minutes passed, Dalton broke the kiss.

"Go ahead," he muttered out of breath.

Lance looked down at him as he slowly removed himself from Dalton. He kept pulling out until only the head remained.

Lance gave the man a kiss on the cheek as he plunged back in.

"Fuck!" Dalton moaned out.

When Lance's groin pressed into Dalton again, he repeated the motion of slowly pulling out and then pushed himself back in. The teen kept up this slow pace to let Dalton get used to the motion.

Each time the teen drove his dick back into the hilt, Dalton would let out a content breath or curse or do both. The man wrapped his arms lazily around Lance's side.

"Okay stud, make this count. Go for it," Dalton's lusty voice said.

"You sure?" Lance questioned.

"Yeah," the cop confirmed.

Lance smiled widely, letting his teeth show. He moved his head to kiss Dalton once more. The man gripped the teen's hair roughly as they began their kissing again.

Lance quickly picked up the pace. Withdrawing his hips to push hard, right back in. With each thrust, Dalton groaned into the teen's mouth. Lance, breathing heavily through his nose, couldn't help but smell the air. The tent reeked of men, sweat, and come. Just pure sex. The smell turned Lance on even more as he kept plowing into Dalton.

"Fucking A," Lance grunted, removing himself completely from Dalton.

There was a distinguished popping sound when Lance's flesh left Dalton's tightness.

Lance moved quickly. He placed Dalton's legs over his shoulders and scooted as close as he could to the man. Before continuing their intimate coupling, Lance took the chance to bite into Dalton's thigh. As he chewed on the flesh, he looked at Dalton through his peripheral vision. The man was panting even harder now. His lightly fuzzed pecs and abdomen were glistening with a coat of sweat. With each exhale, his abs becoming slightly more outlined. Dalton's eyes were glazed over with lust and want as he tried to raise his head and look at Lance.

`Fuck, this man is so fucking sexy,' the teen thought.

"Fuck, you are so fucking sexy," Dalton moaned out, letting his head fall back.

Lance let out a breathy laugh.

"What?" Dalton asked raising his head again to look at the teen.

Lance reinserted himself into Dalton making the man cry out.

"I was literally thinking the same thing about you. Not the first time we had the same thought either. When did we become in sync?" Lance asked through his rutting.

He moved his torso as close as possible to Dalton's, bending the man in half. The motion making him sink in a little further into Dalton.

Lance then took off with force. He was rapidly thrusting into the cop, bashing his pelvis against Dalton's rear. There was no holding back the younger man.

"I'm close," Lance moaned out.

"In me. Come in me," Dalton ordered through a moan.

It took less than a minute before Lance grunted loudly, pushing himself as far as he could into Dalton. He moved his lips to capture Dalton's as he released himself deep in the cop.

Lance collapsed onto Dalton as his orgasm came to an end.

The teen wasn't sure when it happened, but it appeared Dalton came again. Lance felt a fluid that was too sticky and thick to be sweat cling to his barely grown treasure trail.

Lance kept lazily kissing Dalton as they both came down from their climax. The teen felt his sweat drip onto Dalton but his stepbrother didn't seem to mind since he kept kissing Lance.

"Fuck," Dalton whimpered after he broke the kiss, "is it always like that?"

"When it is done right, yeah. Did it feel good?" Lance asked.

Dalton took a few moments before answering him, considering his answers.

"I didn't hate it," the cop muttered.

"I told you," Lance said with a smirk.

Dalton playfully gave Lance's shoulder a push.

Lance chuckled at him, pulling himself out of Dalton.

The moment he did, semen flowed from Dalton's devirginized hole, leaking down his rear onto the air mattress with a steady flow.

"Fuck that feels weird!" Dalton complained.

"It's hot from my end," Lance laughed out.

"Lance! Get me something to wipe it with! I don't want to sleep in spooge!" Dalton whined.

"Whatever you, big baby!" Lance teased. He reached for a discarded white sock. He wasn't sure if it was his or Dalton's but it didn't matter. It would get the job done.

He passed it to Dalton and he immediately began to clean the creamy mess.

"Fuck my ass feels stretched out," Dalton muttered under his breath.

Lance just gave a proud smile.

"Just say the word and I'll happily stretch out that hole again, baby," the teen said with a wink.

Dalton rolled his eyes and said, "you're ridiculous."

"Yeah, but you let this ridiculous guy bone you," Lance said smugly.

"Whatever. Shut the fuck up. I didn't even think your dick was that big," Dalton said with annoyance.

"I'm six and a half inches, thank you very much. Maybe six and a three-quarters if you want to get technical. It's yours whenever you want it."

Lance gave a cheesy smile and winked over at Dalton, who again, just rolled his eyes dramatically at the teen.

Despite his offput attitude, Lance could see the corners of Dalton's mouth struggling, trying not to turn upwards. Dalton tossed aside the soiled sock once he was cleaned off.

Lance moved down and kissed Dalton which Dalton accepted. It was a simple, quick kiss.

Lance pulled back and got onto Dalton's air mattress.

"We gonna cuddle now, baby boy?" Dalton asked.

"Fuck yes," Lance replied.

Lance got on his side and Dalton scooted over to him so they could spoon.

"I'm glad you're here," Dalton whispered.

"Me too," Lance whispered back.

"I'm glad we decided to come."

"I'm glad you decided not to change your mind and bail," Lance murmured.

"Shut up," Dalton muttered.

Lance rolled his eyes, saying, "whatever."

Long time my friends! But as I've mentioned, I am going until this story is completed! Now, this chapter is actually three chapters in one. I will still go until the 15 like I said I would, but I decided to add extra since I have slacked off. Thank you for your continued support and emails! I love hearing from all of you! Also, to one of my favorite readers (I'm talking about you Alex!), I added something extra I hope you like!

As always, feel free to tell me where you are in the world! I love seeing where everyone is from! It amazes me how many people from all over this planet people are reading my words. It is flattery overload, let me tell you : P

Stay safe and until next time my friends!

For the month of October, I am also planning on doing something called Halloween Horrors.' It may be in the adult friends' section or `Sci/fi.' We'll see. I am hoping to have that out sometime this week : p