9/15
8:58 a.m.
Lance hurried to the field. He changed into his track gear at warp speed and was now hustling to make it to the meet on time. Before he has left for the field he checked his phone last time to see if Brad had replied, but seen his parents had texted him wishing him luck and both wished they could have made it.
As Lance made his way closer to the field, he saw his friends standing by the bleachers waiting for him.
"There you are! You're running behind!" Carol greeted her closest friend.
"Hey Care! Hey Coop!" Lance greeted with a warm smile. He gave Carol a tight embrace, and Cooper a fist bump.
"Hey, man," Cooper smiled.
"You need to hurry up! We just wanted to say hi and good luck! This is your last meet after all!" Carol said, pushing Lance towards the field.
"We'll see you after practice. Good luck!" Cooper called.
As Lance waved at them, he made his way to the track field.
Coach Sanderson scolded him for Lance's near tardiness when he stepped up to her. The other track members were already present, stretched, and ready to go. Sanderson told him to stretch quickly before he stepped foot onto the track. The last thing she wanted was for the teen to have an injury from improper stretching and preparation.
During the meet, Lance would catch glimpses of Carol and Cooper cheering him on from the bleachers. He had caught glances of Dalton leaning over the fence. Lance was pretty sure the man had never been to one of Lance's track meets. Ever. It was strange having him there, watching Lance.
Lance pushed that thought away for a moment as he focused on his five hundred-meter dash. He was almost there. He was aiming to break his previous record which was one minute and fifty-nine seconds. He knew he could do better than that, even if by a few seconds.
He focused, controlled his breathing as his legs carried him quickly down the track. The five hundred-meter was not something that his school did often, so he had to make it count.
When he crossed the finish line, he bent over to rest his hands on his knees, regaining his breath.
Lance heard Coach Sanderson's voice clearly call out to him despite the overly noisy crowd.
"Awesome job, Lance. One minute and fifty-three seconds" She praised.
"Thanks coach!" Lance called back breathlessly.
The teen couldn't help but smile big. He accomplished what he set out to do. Not a bad way to end the season.
His smile fell quickly, though. He had that creeping feeling of being watched again. Which obviously he was being watched by Cooper, Carol, and Dalton. Still, the runner could not shake this weird feeling.
As Lance composed himself he looked back to where Dalton had been, but he was not there currently.
`Odd.' Lance thought to himself.
Lance took his eyes off his older step-brother only for a few moments. He glanced towards the bleachers to see his friends smiling and waving their arms excitedly at Lance.
"Dorks," Lance chuckled out, returning the wave.
12:52 p.m.
"You did really well, Lance!" Carol praised.
The three of them decided on going to DQ for a little snack. What could Lance say other than the three of them really liked ice cream.
They were sitting at a round table outside. The three of them were spaced equally around the table. Lance had caught a ride with Carol and Cooper. Dalton said he'd give him an hour before swinging by to pick him up.
"No kidding. You left those other kids in the dust," Cooper agreed, alternating bites between his ice cream and pork sandwich.
"Not to mentioned you killed the five hundred-meter dash!"
"Thank you, guys. Dalton was saying if I keep up the way I am, I could land a scholarship, but I don't want to get my hopes up. Can't miss what you never had. Besides, with it being the end of the season, I haven't heard or seen any sight of a scholarship."
The three were quiet for a moment as they ate. Carol and Cooper glanced at one another, before Carol started to speak.
"We uh...we have a question for you, Lance,"
"What's up?"
"Dalton and you have been hanging out quite a bit," Carol's voice was matter-of-factly.
"You talk about him all the time," Cooper added.
Carol gave a small smile before she continued.
"We don't see each other all the time because of our schedules. Which sucks, but that's life. When we do hang out, even if it is just for a minute when passing each other in halls, you talk about Dalton. Are you...do you-"
"Are you crushing on him or something?" Cooper finished asking for Carol.
Was he really talking about his asinine step-brother that often? He hadn't even realized that he was. Yeah, Dalton was still a major jerk, but lately he has been treating Lance...nicer. Some of Dalton's motives Lance questioned. The older man was possessive, jealous, and controlling. When Dalton would do something "nice" for Lance, the teen questioned if the action was an act of kindness or manipulation.
"He is my step-brother," Lance replied simply.
"That's not an answer. It's alright if you like him...kind of. I mean you two aren't blood related and he is handsome-" Carol was cut off when Cooper stepped in the conversation.
"She is lying. It is not okay. It's really weird and borderline incest. Plus, he has treated you like trash for years, Lance. You definitely don't deserve that."
Carol smacked Coopers arm before she began again.
"As I was saying before I was interrupted, it's not odd to find him attractive, but the way he treats you is appalling. You defiantly could do much better. Not only that...I think he likes females way too much."
He loves the ladies, that for sure, but he didn't mind guys either.
"I don't have a crush on him, besides I had been seeing someone else."
"What do you mean, seeing someone else?"
`Oops. That's a tiny fib of sorts.' Lance thought to himself.
"It's complicated," Lance said immediately.
"And you didn't tell us?" Cooper asked with hurt on his face.
"Details, now!" Carol demanded.
Lance let out an annoyed sigh. He hadn't meant to let that slip. He hadn't been lying when he said he had been seeing someone. Lance did not like lying, mostly because he sucked at it.
"Wait! Oh my god! I am such an idiot! I forgot you had gone out with that cop. It's Brad isn't it?!" Carol cried out, nearly jumping from her seat.
"Dude, I totally forgot too! How did that date go? Is it Brad that you're seeing?" Cooper joined the questioning.
"You know the routine, you cannot repeat this," Lance sighed again.
Lance explained everything about Brad. He made it clear, since Brad worked with Dalton, that he did not want his step-brother discovering their little tryst. Which, that was true enough.
Lance did his best to keep everything true. The only part he altered was the bit about Dalton having him text Brad to end things. And of course about having sex with Dalton. His friends didn't need to know that.
Carol chuckled at her friend.
"What?" Lance tilted his head in confusion.
"You know how to pick them."
"Wait...that explains why Dalton talked to us that one day," Cooper muttered to Carol.
"I almost forgot about that!" The young woman gasped.
"Dalton talked with you guys?"
"He did! He was asking if we had been hanging out with you lately. He was interested in your activities and who you were with. Not that we told him anything." Carol explained.
"We got your back," Cooper finished his statement by blowing a raspberry at Lance.
"Duly noted. Ugh. I miss you guys!" Lance complained.
"Since the season is over for you, we should do something fun," Cooper suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea! What should we do?" Carol questioned.
"I vote that we so Fright Fest! It'll be starting soon, plus we didn't get to go to Six Flags at all this summer."
"I second that!" Carol exclaimed, raising both hands excitedly.
"You know I hate clowns. Every year they have clowns walking around the park during Fright Fest," Lance complained.
"Maybe if you weren't such a chicken," Cooper countered with a smirk.
"Hey, they have chainsaws!" The runner defended.
"Yeah, but they are fake. You are completely safe." Carol reasoned.
Lance shifted his eyes from one friend to the other, begrudgingly, he agreed.
"However there are conditions! I am not driving or doing haunted houses."
"Oh come one man! At least one haunted house!" Cooper begged.
"No way," Lance stated firmly, pointing a spoon to emphasize his point. His spoon he had been using for his caramel strawberry sundae, so as he jabbed it in Cooper's direction a little chunk of strawberry fell on top of the table.
"He is still hung-up from the Blood House incident of twenty-twelve." Carol chuckled lowly, smiling knowingly at her friend.
"Am not!"
Lance knew as soon as he said it, he sounded way too defensive. Not to mention, he knew he sounded like a toddler.
"Dude, what are you, five?" Cooper asked laughing at his classmate.
"Shut up." Lance pouted.
Carol and Cooper couldn't help but laugh loudly at their friend.
"Lance, that was years ago. Come on," The wrestler asked.
"I was banned from every returning to that haunted house. They put my freaking photo on the wall of people that are banned! It's like a wall of shame! My parents grounded me for that whole ordeal!"
"That's what happens when you flip an innocent worker onto their back," Shamed Carol.
"One, he was not innocent. He was dressed as a killer clown with glowing eyes. Glowing eyes, Carol! Two, I reacted because he had bumped into me. I cannot help that my reaction was to toss him on the ground. I don't like haunted houses or places where people are trying to scare you!."
"Maybe if you weren't such a whimp," Cooper muttered.
"What was that Coop? You said you wanted me to whoop you again?"
"The score is five to four, my favor!"
"Sorry pal, but it is in my favor," Lance smirked.
Cooper glared at his friend.
"Carol, score please." Both boys said in unison.
Carol chuckled at the boys competitive spirt.
"As it stands, the score is five to four...Lance's favor."
"What?!" Cooper wailed.
"Told you!" Lance cheered.
"The score is close, but the last time you two were on the mat, Lance beat you putting him in the lead," Carol explained with a shrug.
"Changing the subject," Cooper muttered, "I say Six Flags and one haunted house!"
"Agreed!" Carol seconded.
"Well majority rules, so fine, but if I get banned from Six Flags I am going to be really, really mad," The runner muttered himself.
After chatting for a little while longer, the little trio said their goodbyes. He was waiting on Dalton to pick him up. Dalton had messaged him stating that he would be there in twenty minutes.
Lance took the opportunity to check his phone to see what Brad had been saying. The teen had seen he had messaged after the meet but did not have much of a chance to respond to Brad today. He had caught a glance earlier before his friends found him and he was sure he had misread.
As Lance opened up his messages with Brad, his eyes looked over the letters. He had read right earlier. Lance could not believe it.
`Nah, it's cool. Where Dalton is concerned, he can be a manipulative bastard. I know from experience. I meant what I said this morning. I am not going to side-step for that tool. Are you free tonight?'
Lance froze. He told Dalton that he wouldn't see anyone else. Lance would hold true to that. He didn't like sneaking behind Ryan's back and the teen refused to do something like that again. But he could still hang out platonically with Brad. That wouldn't be breaking the arrangement he made with Dalton.
He messaged Brad saying that he was free to hang out.
Later that day after Dalton picked Lance up, Lance was sitting on the bed in Dalton's room. Dalton was trying on different outfits, trying to figure out what he wanted to wear for his night out with his friends. Lance had debated about telling his step-brother about the conversation the teen had with his friends at lunch. The teen knew his step-brother would not be happy with the content of the conversation. Not the Brad-part of the conversation, but the part where Dalton felt the need to talk to his friends without his knowledge. Was it worth the argument?
"Dalton, why did you feel the need to use my friends to track my movements?" Lance questioned without faltering his voice.
Apparently, Lance thought it was worth an argument.
Dalton had just taken off a blue button-up shirt and was getting ready to try on a yellow muscle shirt but stopped to look at Lance.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked, standing there wearing only a tight pair of dark blue jeans, holding the yellow shirt.
"While I was catching up with Cooper and Carol, they told me you were asking some rather snoopy questions. Why not just come to me?" The runner replied calmly.
"What else did Cooper tell you? Did Cooper come crying to you?" Whenever Dalton said Cooper's name, he did would flux his voice in a mocking tone.
"Dalton, you have no need to be jealous of Cooper."
"I'm not jealous of that pussy ass moron." Dalton muttered darkly.
"Please don't call him names either. Cooper is very kind and one of my best friends."
"If he is so great, why don't you just let him fuck you? You're a fuckin' slut, I wouldn't be surprised if he already has." Dalton hissed venomously at his younger step-brother.
Lance did his best to remain calm, however, Dalton was being impossible.
"What is your problem tonight? Seriously. I am trying to have a conversation with you, but you are acting like an ass!"
"Why don't you go cry to Cooper then?!" Dalton stated, raising his voice. Dalton turned his back to Lance as he tried on the yellow shirt.
Lance took a breath in to regain his composure. He really didn't want to fight. He just wanted to have a civil conversation, although it would seem Dalton was incapable of doing so.
The older man just checked himself in the mirror.
Lance let out a sigh.
"Have a fun night out," Lance simply said. He hopped off the bed, walking towards the door.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Dalton called out angrily.
"To my room. I do not need to be called names and I do not want to be near you when you're like this," Lance answered as he kept walking.
"Fine. Get the fuck out, cunt face. I'm tired of hearing your whiny bitchy voice anyways," Dalton grunted.
Lance closed the door calmly then made his way to his room.
He did not know what Dalton's problem was. They had an okay morning, but when he picked Lance up from lunch, he was in a foul mood.
Dalton had told him that he was going out with Blaine and Blake that night. He asked Lance to help him pick out an outfit. Well...he didn't so much ask, as he had Lance sit on the bed. Then instructed the teen to tell him yes or no to the selections.
Lance didn't get a chance to ask where his step-brother had disappeared to during the track meet because of the man's angry mood.
Lance entered his room, plopping himself on his bed, face first into pillows.
"Damn, he is a douche!" Lance complained into his pillow.
He let out a sigh, laying there for a moment. He flipped over onto his back and decided that watching the nature show would help his mood. He reached for his remote, which was on his bed, and clicked the television to life.
As he looked over the DVR's saved shows, he found his nature episodes. There was an episode on butterflies. Butterflies were no beavers, but he liked them all the same. Speaking of beavers...
Lance rolled to the side of the bed that had the night stand. The night stand had a bottom self that held some items. One of which, was Señor Gary.
Señor Gary was a stuffed toy beaver that Lance's parents had gotten him for Christmas when he was five. Lance loved Señor Gary. The plush toy had the biggest, prettiest plastic eyes. His brown fur was still soft after years of rough treatment. Lance swore it was as soft as a rex rabbit's fur coat. His tail felt like a clothed waffle, which Lance always found comforting.
Señor Gary used to go every Lance did. From preschool, to the store, to the pool, to even the even the scariest of places such as the basement. No matter how disturbing the area, Señor Gary braved the environment, always keeping Lance safe throughout the years.
Now that Lance was eighteen, Señor Gary stayed primarily in Lance's room, but when Lance was upset he would talk to his old stuffed friend or when Lance would wake up in the middle of the night due to bad weather, he would reach for Señor Gary. Not because the teen was scared himself of course, but rather to comfort Señor Gary.
Lance let out another sigh as he hugged his beaver friend.
"Oh Señor Gary, what should I do?" Lance asked.
He looked down into big brown plastic eyes.
"You're right. I shouldn't let that douche affect me the way he does. What should I do about Brad? I am hanging out with him tonight, but I don't want him to think I am leading him on. I'll be direct with him and tell him we are hanging out just as friends."
Lance waited a few moments as if waiting for a response.
"Señor Gary, I have self-control thank you. I refuse to cheat again. I don't like how it makes me feel. What should I do about Dalton?"
Lance let out yet another sigh, waiting as his plush toy answered.
"Señor Gary! Where did you learn words like that?!" Lance playfully bopped the beaver's head as if disciplining him. The teen smiled to himself. Was it weird for Lance to be talking to a stuff animal to make him feel better?
Lance glanced at his clock from the nightstand. It was closing in on 5:30. It was time for him to get moving.
"Okay. I am going to get around, go have a fun night with Brad, and then come home and go to bed. I'll see you later." Lance told his plushy friend.
He rose from the bed, setting Señor Gary on his pillow. He clicked off his television show that he didn't get to watch whatsoever and made his way to the closet.
The runner figured he wear something casual. He and Brad decided a nice game of putt-putt would be fun.
Lance decided a pair of faded blue jeans with a white button up would be nice enough. After changing his clothes, he made his way to his car. The minigolf course was only a twenty-minute drive from his house.
5:31 p.m.
When the teen arrived, Brad was already there, leaning against his Buick. He was wearing a pair of beige cargo shorts with a red t-shirt. The older man smiled wide when Lance parked next to his car.
Lance got out slowly. He wasn't sure how Brad was still smiling at him after the text Dalton had made him send.
"Hi there," Lance said giving a small smile.
"Hi yourself. Come here," Brad pulled the teen into a tight embrace, giving him a peck on the check as they parted.
"Why are you being so nice? Aren't you mad?"
"I am not mad at you whatsoever. Dalton is a different story," Brad stated plainly.
"I...I don't want to do anything behind his back. This has to be strictly platonic," The teen firmly told the cop.
"I understand. I respect that you want to be faithful, even if it is to an asshole. I'd want the same thing from you, if I was Dalton."
"Thank you for understanding," The teen said with a relieved sigh.
"No need to thank me, but I have to ask, are you two dating now?" The cop raised an eyebrow as he questioned the younger man.
"No. Dalton said that we're are not boyfriends or anything. He just doesn't want me sleeping with other guys," Lance explained.
"That sounds about right," Brad muttered.
All Lance could do was give a small smile and shrug.
"No matter. Let's play mini-golf!" The older man cheered.
The excitement that Brad had to go play made Lance laugh. He swore that Brad was nothing more than a man-child.
"You're not going to make it!" Lance called out.
"Wanna bet?!" Brad challenged.
Brad was at the final hole. This last hole had a narrow bridge that the ball had to get across. After it made its way over the bridge, it needed to go through a house that had a hole for it to travel through. On the other side was the hole the ball needed to reach.
Their scores were close. Lance managed to get a hole in one at the final hole, although he was still uncertain how. The group ahead of them took twenty minutes struggling to finish the same hole. For Brad to win, he himself had to get a hole in one this round.
It was possible but not likely.
"What kind of bet?" Lance asked.
Brad turned back to look at his younger companion.
"If I win, come with me on my camping trip. No sex or anything. Just come with to hangout."
Lance contemplated this idea for a moment. The days were getting cooler so the insects would not be as bad.
"If I win?" Lance asked.
"If you win, I'll die my chest hair purple."
"Oh, that's so a deal," Lance agreed.
Brad smiled and wagged his eyebrows at the teen.
"I hope you like fishing and campfires," Brad called back. He took his time positioning himself to make sure his posture was perfect. He steadied his arms, taking one final glance at the trail the ball had to travel.
Brad let out a slow breath, drawing the club back. Then, he struck the ball.
Lance watched as the ball made its way up the bridge easily then descended down towards the house. The ball didn't strike the house like other player's balls had. No. The red golf ball went right through the house. Lance heard the unmistakable sound of the ball landing in the hole, signaling a hole in one.
Brad turned back slowly with a proud smile on his face.
"The camping trip is the last weekend in October. We will leave Friday night. I'll text you a list of things that you should bring."
"I am going to stop making bets with you," Lance grumbled.
The statement was simple but it made Brad laugh loudly.
Their engagement was short, but nonetheless enjoyable. When they departed, they gave each other a hug and Brad gave the teen another chaste kiss on the cheek.
8:37 p.m.
Lance found himself smiling on his drive.
"Why can't Dalton be sweet like that?" Lance asked himself.
Lance wasn't quite ready to go home yet. It was a nice night, so he decided to drive around for a bit, listening to some Shania Twain.
He was on an old country road, Kline Road, to be specific. It was a nice area to cruise while listening to tunes.
As Lance was singing along, his phone lit up with Dalton's photo popping up.
"Odd," He muttered to himself. He wasn't sure why Dalton would be calling him so early in the night. It wasn't quite eight yet. Lance figured he wouldn't hear from Lance until midnight at the earliest. Even then, Dalton had been so angry this afternoon, he wasn't sure he was going to see Dalton, until tomorrow.
Lance swiped the green phone icon to answer the call, then place Dalton on speaker so he could focus on the road.
"Hi Dal, what's up?" Lance greeted his step-brother.
"What the fuck are you doing on Kline road by Make Out Point?! Who the fuck are you with?" Dalton yelled into the phone.
"Dalton, seriously! What the actual fuck? How do you know where I am?!" Lance blurted out astounded. How the heck had Dalton known precisely where Lance was?!
"Answer me, cunt! Who is your slutty ass with!? Did Cooper take you fuckin' up there?" Dalton completely disregarded Lance's own questions.
"Calm down, Dal! I'm not with anyone. I am literally just out for a drive," Lance answered.
"Put your phone on video chat. Now," The man demanded.
Lance moaned in frustration.
"Seriously?" The teen muttered to himself.
Regardless, Lance complied with Dalton's orders. He held his phone up and swiped the video icon.
Lance's face dimly appeared on the screen. Lance could see Dalton was outside a brick building. His handsome face appearing livid.
"Turn on your dome lights. Show me the passenger seats, as well as the floorboards," The cop demanded further.
"Dalton, really?" Lance whined.
He could not believe his brother was being this neurotic.
"Now, bitch!" He grunted annoyed.
Again, the teen did as he was instructed. Showing the seats and the floor.
"Happy?" Lance complained.
"Why the fuck are you out there? Who are you with?" Dalton demanded again.
"Obviously I am not with anyone, as you just saw for yourself. I am out driving. It's a nice night. I just wanted time to think."
"Go home." Dalton said plainly, taking a swig from a red solo cup. When he finished its contents, he tossed it to the side. Lance could hear it land on cement.
"I'll go home as soon as I'm done driving around."
"Go home now!" Dalton yelled. In the video chat, Lance could see Dalton getting into his car. He started the vehicle, seemingly peeling out of wherever he was parked.
"Fuck you! Why do I have to go home when you get to go out?" Lance yelled right back.
"Because I am telling you to get your ass home, cumdump!"
"Why are you being a psycho right now?"
"If you don't get your ass home, I swear to god I will fuckin' beat it, Lance," Dalton threatened.
Lance took a deep breath in, before he gave a calm answer.
"I'll go home when I am ready to go home. I'll see you later."
"Don't you dare hang-" Dalton started to yell, but the screen went back to Lance's main menu.
The teen was beyond pissed.
What right did he have to talk to Lance like that? Why did Lance have to go sit at home while Dalton went god knows where?!
Lance refused to be controlled that way. He could do what he wanted to do. Live how he wanted to.
Lance's phone immediate began to ring again. Lance hit the ignore button then turning the volume off. Lance let out a frustrated grunt as he continued driving.
He was close to the bluff that was called Make Out Point. It earned its name because people used to go there all the time to go make out or do other things. In more recent years, however, the local cops started to crack down on the bluff, doing more patrols, shooing away couples.
If Lance was by himself though, the cops wouldn't shoo him away he would think. The teen just wanted to go somewhere and yell.
Lance pulled up to the bluff.
It was a pretty night.
The sky was clear, revealing the stars and a half moon. The air crisp. Lance placed his jeep in park, stepping out of his vehicle. He took in a deep breath of fresh air.
"Refreshing," Lance told himself.
The teen looked at his phone but decided to leave it in his car as he closed the jeep door.
He walked to the back of his jeep, opening the trunk door. He had a blanket that he pulled out. He placed it on the ground ten or so feet away from his jeep. The blanket was a thin, black cloth but could easily fit four people on it. Lance kept it in the back of the car in case Cooper and Carol wanted to have an impromptu picknick with him.
Lance laid down, placing his hands behind his head. He gazed up at the sky.
"What the fuck is up with, Dal? How the hell did he know where I was?" He asked himself quietly.
Everything had been okay earlier today, but after his damn track meet. What the hell had happened that had Dalton so riled up. The man was acting like a crazy person.
Lance laid on the blanket for nearly thirty minutes. Just...thinking. Maybe he should take a break from men. Then he could focus on school more. Midterms would be here before long. Lance would be graduating in December then off to college in January. He sure didn't need his ass of a step-brother causing all this extra stress.
Lights were shining in the distance, coming from behind Lance. They were getting brighter, quickly. He could hear a car approaching equally as quick.
The teen propped up on one elbow to look behind him.
He recognized those headlights.
"Fuck me," The teen grunted. Lance returned to his position.
He knew this was going to be unpleasant.
Before long, a Honda civic came to a screeching halt. The lights were killed immediately, a car door slammed loudly.
"What the fuck, cock whore?!" Dalton yelled.
"Hello, Dalton," Lance said lazily. Dalton must have used the phone's gps to track him down. It was the only thing Lance could think of.
"I told you to go home!"
"I just wanted to be outside."
"You need to do as you're told god damnit!"
"Please stop yelling, Dalton." Lance begged.
Dalton stood above the teen. His arms crossed, nose flaring. He was wearing the yellow muscle shirt from earlier.
"Why did you come out here?" Dalton's voice boomed on the quiet bluff.
Lance actually whined like a child before he spoke.
"Daaaaaaaaaal. I just said I wanted to be outside. Why are you being like this?"
"I-I thought you came here with someone," The cop said hesitantly.
"As you can see for yourself, I didn't," Lance simply said.
Dalton let out a loud sigh. He unfolded his arms and started to get down on the blanket with Lance.
The cop laid to Lance's right side. He propped himself up with his left arm, looking at Lance. Lance kept looking up at the sky but felt Dalton's eyes boring a hole in the side of his head.
Lance turned his head to look at his step-brother. The man looked torn, as if internally having a debate with himself.
Quietly the cop said, "Take you pants off."
"Dalton, don't. It's humiliating," The teen begged.
"If I could trust you, I wouldn't ask."
"Fine!" Lance choked out.
He undid his belt, undid his button, then pulled down the fly. As the teen lifted his hips, Dalton helped him pull down his pants and boxer briefs.
"Spread your legs," Dalton commanded.
Lance felt his cheeks and ears burn. He could not believe Dalton was doing this again.
Lance did as he was told. Dalton never took his eyes off Lance as he reached down, feeling for Lance's hole. When his fingers found the crack, the explored until the teens hole was found. Dalton used his fingers to dig at his entrance. Finding it unstretched and dry.
"Good boy," Dalton muttered.
"I hate that you think you need to do this. You can just ask me." Lance whined.
Dalton didn't say anything. Instead, the cop leaned over to kiss Lance. He gave a few light pecks on Lance's lips.
"I want to trust you," Dalton said.
"Then do it."
Dalton removed his fingers from Lance's hole. He looked into Lance's eyes as he contemplated on saying something but chose not to. Instead, he leaned back to look up at the sky for himself.
Lance pulled up his boxer briefs and pants but didn't redo his zipper or belt.
Both men just laid there looking at the sky, Lance, still feeling his cheeks burning.
"I-" Dalton started but stopped.
Lance looked over to him.
"What?"
"I went to your room before I left. I wanted to say sorry for being a dick." Dalton started to explain.
Lance propped himself on one elbow, looking at Dalton's face in the dark.
"You were already gone, which pissed me off, but I noticed Señor Gary on your bed. I didn't realize that I upset you to the point of needing that buck-toothed bastard."
"You did," Lance stated flatly.
"I know. I am sorry. You were trying to be an adult and talk to me but I overreacted. I realized that and then I was pissed at myself."
`I'm shocked he apologized.' Lance thought to himself.
"You have a tracking system on my phone," Lance stated plainly.
Dalton turned his head to look at his younger step-brother.
Dalton needed to shave. He had whiskers covering his face.
Lance could see Dalton physically swallow before answering.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I-I wanted to be able to find you in case you don't answer my calls."
"Are you afraid I am going to go off with random guys?" Lance asked in an annoyed tone. The runner couldn't help himself. He was irritated that Dalton would breach his privacy in this manner.
"No, Lance. I mean, yeah I worry about that, but I have the same thing installed on Mick's phone, too. Same with dad and your mom. I like knowing where you guys are at all times."
"Is this a cop thing?" The teen asked bluntly.
"Part cop, part paranoia," Dalton confessed.
Lance leaned down, giving Dalton a kiss on the older man's lips.
He lingered there for a moment, Dalton bringing a hand to rest on Lance's hip.
When Lance pulled back, he placed his forehead against Dalton's.
"What was that for?" The cop asked quietly.
"Even though you're a fucking idiot, I appreciate that you care," Lance told him.
Dalton chuckled at Lance's candor.
"Dal, have you ever thought about talking to someone? I mean professionally?" Lance asked, lifting his head away from his step-brother's.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" The cop questioned with a perplexed look.
"You're just angry and agitated to the point where it is impossible to talk to you. You have a stressful job to boot. Have you considered seeing someone to sort your thoughts and feelings?"
"I am not going to see a fucking shrink." Dalton said firmly.
"Therapists and physiatrists are meant to help people...I confess I don't know the difference between the two, but still. I think it would be good for you to see one of them."
Dalton didn't respond. He laid there, returning his gaze to the sky.
"I am not saying this to threaten you, I am going to say this for me. I will not continue to be your emotional punching bag. Your making me feel like shit just because you're upset is not okay."
Dalton turned to look back at the teen.
"I am sorry for that. I'll...I'll work on it."
"Thank you," Lance sighed out.
"You can tell you have been talking to Señor Gary. You have more resolve after you've conversed with him."
"What can I say? Señor Gary is a wise beaver."
Both men chuckled at that statement.
After a moment of silence, Lance placed a hand on Dalton's chest. He moved his hand up and down, enjoying the feeling of smooth fabric against his palm.
He leaned down, placing a couple kisses on Dalton's jaw, then moved to the older man's neck.
He shifted leg, moving it across Dalton's legs and groin. He could feel Dalton's excitement growing against his leg.
"I thought you were too pissed with me for this," Dalton admitted sadly.
"I'm getting over it," Lance whispered.
Lance was still pissed, but Dalton in the damn muscle shirt made it hard for Lance to control his lust for his step-brother. It fit him perfectly. Showing off the man's defined body.
He moved his hand down to grab the cops erect dick.
"Mmm," Dalton moaned his approval.
Dalton swiped Lance's lips with his tongue, silently asking for permission to explore.
Lance granted the silent request by parting his lips. Dalton didn't hesitate to dart his tongue inside finding the teen's own tongue.
Dalton sat up a bit, gripping Lance's side harder. As he rose, the older man used his body to move Lance's to the ground. Dalton kept shifting until he was laying on top of the runner. The teen, in his newfound position, moved his arms so they were wrapped around the older man.
Dalton's hand that had been holding onto Lance's side, moved under the teen's shirt.
Dalton's hand was warm and somewhat sweaty, not that Lance cared at that particular moment. Dalton's voluptuous smell filled the teen's nostrils.
The smell was one of clean-smelling cologne and Dalton's own light musky smell.
The cop's hand moved upward, gripping at Lance's abdomen. Dalton found Lance's left nipple eventually, tweaking the harden nub.
Lance let out a loud moan into Dalton's mouth as his step-brother toyed with him.
Dalton broke the kiss, bringing his gaze to Lance's half open eyelids.
"Take you pants off and get on all fours, baby boy," He ordered.
Lance looked at him questioningly, "Don't you want me to suck your dick for a bit?"
"You gave me an awesome blowjob this morning. I am really wanting to fuck you into the ground," He replied.
Lance moaned at the declaration causing Dalton to chuckle.
"Come on, baby boy, move," Dalton gave the teen a couple light pats on his side to encourage the runner's movements.
Lance removed his jeans and briefs while Dalton stripped off his own clothing.
"Get on your hands and knees," Came a light demand.
After removing everything but his socks, Lance did as he was instructed to do.
The teen felt exposed. Here he was on a bluff with only a fair amount of woods. If a car was to come with lights, Lance wouldn't be able to hide his naked form. In spite of know thing this, Lance was still rock hard from excitement. The teen's wood did not go unnoticed.
"Hmm. Seems my baby boy finds it a turn on to be nude outside. Maybe we should do this more often? What do you think about that?"
"Dalton, hurry! I don't want to get busted," The teen complained in response.
Dalton slapped the teens ass making him yelp in response.
"Hang on," Dalton whispered.
The cop spread the teen's cheeks apart, admiring his hairless hole, before he moved in. Dalton gave quick swipes with his tongue at first, making Lance moan loudly.
After giving several quick licks, Dalton swirling his tongue around the hot entrance, soaking the runner's hole with saliva.
"Mmm," Dalton groaned as he lapped at Lance's tight hole.
Dalton landed several more consecutive smacks to the teen's cheek, leaving bright red marks.
"Ow! Dal!"
Dalton rubbed the warm, redden area while pulling his face away.
"Sorry, baby boy. I got carried away," The cop apologized. He leaned towards Lance's check, planting a kiss where he slapped it.
"You have such a hot ass, I can't help but give it a few smacks."
Dalton ran his hands along Lance's side, firmly caressing his hips.
The older man's hands were warm, moistened with sweat, but Lance didn't care. He was planting lingering, lazy kisses on Lance's right buttock cheek.
"Come on, Dal," Lance moaned out, enjoying the touches.
Dalton chuckled at the runner.
"Okay, baby boy. Let's get this show on the road."
Dalton reached for his jeans, pulling out a couple packets of lubricant.
"Lance, lube my cock," Dalton commanded the teen. He passed the packets to Lance which Lance took with a shaky hand.
"You oaky? Why are you shaking?" Dalton question with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just chilly," The teen breathed out quietly.
"No problem. This will take two minuets," Dalton said proudly.
The simple statement made Lance laugh loudly.
"Dalton, most men wouldn't be proud to say something like that," Lance stated.
"It's your fault! I can last longer with women, but I just can't help it with you."
Lance shook his head, still chuckling at his step-brother.
Dalton smiled and chuckled himself. Dalton was kneeling on his left knee, while he kept his right leg at a ninety degrees with his foot planted firmly on the ground.
Lance tore open one packet, using his left hand and teeth. He moved to support his body on his left elbow which allowed him to free his right arm. The teen squeezed the lubricant onto two of his fingers. He moved the slickened digits to his rear, seeking out his hole.
Lance rubbed the lube on the outside of his hole, lightly tapping his entrance.
When he applied enough pressure to his hole, his slipper index finger slid right in quickly.
"Ugh," The runner moaned softly.
"God you are fucking sexy," Dalton grunted out huskily, "fuckin' finger you cunt, baby boy."
That is exactly what Lance did. He moved his index finger in and out slowly, reaching as far as he could with the lubed finger. Dalton's dick was good length and would reach deep in him. Further than Lance's fingers could reach.
Dalton grabbed a hold of Lance's wrist, he pulled on the teen's wrist then drove it back towards the teen's body. Effectively making Lance finger fuck himself.
"Ugh!" Lance grunted out as Dalton did this movement a few times.
"Fuckin' nice," He groaned in approval, "Stoke my cock with some lube, baby boy"
Dalton released his hold on the teen's wrist so Lance could move his arm back in front of him. He took hold of the second lube packet that he placed on the ground, tearing it open to pour its contents onto his fingers.
He reached over grabbing Dalton's erect member with a firm grip.
"Fuck," Dalton said loudly. It was loud enough to where if anyone was close, they would have heard him.
Lance made quick work, spreading the lubricant from the head to the base of Dalton's cock.
"Okay, lets go," Dalton grunted, moving free of the runner's grip.
Lance moved so that both palms were on the ground, placing him in perfect doggy style. Dalton positioned himself so that he could mount his younger step-brother. He placed a leg on either side of Lance as he did this.
"I am going to fuckin' take this ass," Dalton warned.
Lance didn't say anything but grunted loudly as Dalton drove his cock in right to the base.
"Fuck!" The teen yelled, body shaking from the sudden and deep entry, "Holy fuck, you fucker!" Lance moaned sucking in a deep breath. Despite the cop's long cock being lubed well, it did nothing to help the burning sensation of having every inch jammed into the teen.
Thee burning sensation caused Lance's body to spaz. Even though it was a rough, immediate entry, it wasn't particular painful. Just a deep sudden feeling of being full.
Lance wondered only for a moment why it didn't hurt. It should have, he thought. Perhaps because Dalton's cock was on the slimmer side, that aided in the lack of pain since he wasn't being stretched to the max like with Brad.
"Do you want my cock?" Dalton question the teen.
"Fuck yes," came a breathless response.
"Are you my boy?" The cop continued to question. He pulled back only to shove his length back in roughly.
"Ugh!" Lance moaned out.
"Are you my fucking boy?!" Dalton asked again with more aggression.
"Yes, Dalton!"
"That's fuckin' right you are," Dalton grunted. He unleashed his onslaught.
He did not give Lance's body anytime to adjust. The man went into a powerful frenzy of thrusts.
When Dalton's pelvis would collide into Lance's rear from the downward thrust, Dalton's pubes would mat themselves onto Lance's round globes. The teen could feel the curly hairs pull from him as Dalton moved his body back before slamming back into him.
Lance wasn't sure how Dalton was so sweaty already on such a crisp night. Again, not that he cared that the man was sweaty.
As Dalton carried on, Lance's hands got weaker with each downward thrust, until Lance couldn't take it any long. He moved all his weight to both elbows as Dalton kept pounding away.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Lance moaned in unison with each deep thrust. Lance lowered his head as he continued to moan. His own cock has a stream of precum leaking from the head. A few times the stream hit Lance's thighs since his cock was thrashing around from the pounding he was receiving.
His step-brother was right. Dalton wouldn't last more than a couple moments at this rate.
Dalton's legs gave no sign of giving out as he maintained his mounted position. Lance could only imagine what the scene would look like if a stranger came by.
An early twenty something man that had mounted an eighteen-year-old male and was trying to breed him.
The cop kept his left hand clasped on Lance's left shoulder to prevent him from moving to far away from him. Dalton's right hand was roughly digging into Lance's hip.
"How are you liking this dicking, baby boy?" Dalton asked with a smirk.
"Awesome," The younger male muttered out.
"Your boy pussy was made for my cock, do you know that?"
Lance wasn't able to form words, so in response, he just nodded his head vigorously.
Dalton's thrusts were becoming harder, if possible. Lance's knees and elbows both gave out on one of Lance's strong thrusts.
The boy cried out as he collapsed to the ground.
Dalton didn't miss a single thrust as Lance's body came into contact with the blanket-covered ground.
In their new position, Dalton rested his abdomen and chest on Lance's back while his hips kept driving his dick into Lance's hole. The length of Dalton's cock rubbing his prostate roughly with each powerful thrust.
As the cop's body weight came crashing down onto the teen, it made the younger man's cock ground on the blanket causing rough, pleasurable stimulation.
"God this cunt is fucking awesome!" Dalton moaned in appreciation.
The man moved his head next to Lance's, so he could kiss and lick the teen's left ear.
Dalton snaked his arm under Lance to hold the teen's chest, while his other arm moved to grip the runner's right shoulder.
A familiar feeling started to surge within Lance. The stimulation of Dalton's narrow cockhead rubbing Lance's walnut-sized gland vigorously started to make his hole spasm.
"Dalton, I'm going to cum!" Lance breathed out.
Hearing those words made Dalton thrust his cock as hard as he could into Lance.
"Fucking do it!" Dalton commanded.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Lance choked out.
He couldn't control himself. He felt his groan tingle as he released his sprays onto the cold blanket-covered ground.
"Fuck!" The teen moaned out.
Dalton, dripping sweat onto his younger lover, thrusting as hard as he could.
"Fuckin' hell, I'm cumming, baby boy!" Dalton yelled in Lance's ear, "Fuck me!"
Both men moaned as they climaxed out in the open area.
Lance relaxed into the ground as his orgasm subsided. He felt his groin and legs mashing into the cum below him.
"Fuck," Dalton breathed out one last time, letting all his weight rest on Lance as he collapsed his sweaty body on the teen.
Both men were breathing heavily and sweaty.
Lance laid there, enjoying the feeling of Dalton's weight on him even if it made it a little harder to breath.
The cop, trying to regain his breath, was planting slow, lingering kisses on the side of Lance's head.
"Mmm, you're fuckin' beautiful," The cop moaned out.
Lance chuckled at the tender comment.
"You're only saying that because I put out so you could get laid."
"And my cock is so fucking grateful for your beautiful ass," Dalton chuckled himself.
Author Note
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