Chapter 20
We got in the car and Dex sat in the back seat and I sat shotgun. Bax tore out of the parking lot like a madman and sped out of the industrial park. He kept an eye on the rearview and started looking a bit nervous.
"Bro, in the glove box there's a .38 Special. Take it out and when I say so, hand it to me, okay?" he said. I opened the glove box and sure enough there was a gun inside. I gingerly took it out and held it carefully. The safety was unlocked but it wasn't cocked, thank God. It was the first time I'd held a gun.
Dex was watching the car behind us and yelled out instructions to Bax. We were in a neighborhood I didn't recognize and were not headed back to the apartment as near as I could tell.
"Gun it!" Dex suddenly shouted and Bax took off so fast that we were all thrust back into our seats. My head bounced off the headrest. "They're trying to box us in, turn left!" Dex screamed. I could see a Ford Mustang trying to take us on the passenger side and a Chevy pickup of some sort closing in behind us. Bax waited until the last second and then turned left. We were up on the sidewalk taking the corner so tight that we were on the wrong side of the street driving through someone's front yard. The Mustang just made the turn on the other side of the street and was basically doing the same thing--driving through someone's grass and the Chevy truck actually bumped our back bumper as it desperately tried to make the sharp left.
"Two blocks, dude, make it fast," Dex yelled and Bax floored it. I looked up ahead to see where Dex was trying to get us. I started laughing. It was the police station. The guys in the other cars either didn't notice or weren't familiar with Greeley and kept up the chase. Bax slowed down and turned into the parking lot and drove up to the front entrance and started honking the horn. We were all laughing now, partly out of nerves and partly because the guys in the other cars still didn't get that they had just followed us into the police station parking lot. The passenger from the Mustang hopped out and approached the car. Bax grabbed the gun from my lap and showed it to the guy. The guy pulled his own gun out. Bax laughed and tucked the gun back into the glove box.
The guy looked confused as to why we ditched our gun but then he was lying flat on the ground. A cop had tackled him and was now restraining him and the driver of the Mustang. The guy in the Chevy truck backed up and tore off in a cloud of dust. Several cops had run from inside the station when Bax started honking and were now outside trying to figure out what was going on. We were all pulled from the car and were being restrained.
"Officer Lindsay, it's Bax and Dex," Bax yelled out and an officer that just exited the station came running over.
"Let them up, they're Isabella's kids," he said and the cops that restrained us helped us to our feet but didn't take off the handcuffs.
"What's going on Bax?" Officer Lindsay jogged over to us and began questioning us while the other two guys were questioned by two other cops.
"We just left a party and were heading home when these guys started following us. I don't know why, but they tried to box us in so I turned and came here," Bax said. I could see his personality shift to `innocent boy' to appease the officer.
"You don't know why?" Officer Lindsay looked skeptical. He looked from Bax to Dex and finally at me. Dex spoke up.
"The big one challenged Bax to a fight when he found out that Bax is a good boxer. He thought he could beat Bax's ass, er uh, butt," Dex worked the `innocent boy' angle, too. "We left when he wouldn't back off and they followed us," he concluded. We all nodded.
"I told you Bax, you can't be bragging about your fighting skills. Guys can't resist challenging a guy your size. They don't realize how much power you pack in such a small frame," Officer Lindsay told Bax. Bax looked appropriately ashamed.
"I'm sorry Officer Lindsay. I didn't mean to brag. It's just that guys ask me about it and we get to talking...I should keep my mouth shut, I guess," he said. Officer Lindsay looked back at me.
"Who's he?" he asked as he took the handcuffs off of Bax. Bax shook out his hands and rubbed his wrists.
"This is our older brother, Vin. Vin, this is Officer Jason Lindsay. He and Mom have been dating for about six months," Bax said.
"Older brother?" Officer Lindsay asked and removed my handcuffs. It was my turn to rub my wrists. I've never been in handcuffs before. Tonight has been a night of firsts, that's for sure.
"Yeah, he's eighteen. The one Mom gave up," Dex said. Officer Lindsay took off Dex's handcuffs last. Dex didn't look like he minded having the cuffs on. I suppose he was used to being restrained considering he'd been in the sling for the last several hours.
"Oh, wow. Well, nice to meet you, son. Alright, boys, why don't you head home now. Tell Isabella that I will call her in the morning. I have to work all night, but I'll get in touch after my shift ends. Be good and Bax, keep your mouth shut about fighting," he warned Bax. We all agreed and hopped back in the car. We put our seatbelts on like good citizens and Bax carefully drove us out of the parking lot. The guys from the Mustang looked furious that we just drove away. They sat on the curb, handcuffed, while the cops searched their car. I have a feeling they will be staying the night in jail based on what they find in the car or in those guys' pockets. I'm just as astonished as they are, though. I can't believe that Mom's cop boyfriend just let us go like that.
"Fuck me running that was close," Bax said, back to his normal crazy driving now that we were in their neighborhood.
"You aren't kidding! We really lucked out that Jason was working tonight," Dex added. I leaned back in the seat, suddenly exhausted.
"You okay, bro?" Dex asked as he pulled into a parking space on the street in front of the apartment. I nodded.
"Yeah, just worn out, man," I replied. "You guys live a crazy life," I said and we all laughed.
"Well get used to it, bro, `cuz you're one of us now," Bax told me. I wondered about that briefly. Did I really want that? I think so. I've never felt such strong family bonds before. Even that police officer treated us well because he dates Mom. I like being part of this family.
We tumbled up the stairs and managed to get in the house without waking up the girls and Mom. We tiptoed into the bedroom and Bax locked up his winnings in the safe that was bolted to the floor in the back of their closet. Dex pulled out a wad of cash and started counting it.
"I haven't even had a chance to count my money yet," he said. I sat next to him on the floor and Bax hit the bathroom to take a shower. He was sweaty and swollen in several places from the fights he'd been in tonight. Dex laid out several hundred dollar bills. My eyes widened as he counted out $2100.
"Fuck, dude, $2100?" I asked, shocked that he'd made so much money in one night. No wonder he does this!
"Yeah, that's pretty average. On a really good night I can make three grand, but most nights it's $2k," he said, recounting his stacks.
"How many...I mean, uh, never mind," I started asking him how many guys had to fuck him to make that kind of dough, but I felt weird asking because it seemed so personal. It's none of my business.
"It's okay, bro, you can ask me anything," Dex said, patting my arm. "It was eight guys. I get $100 for showing up and getting in the sling--the club pays me that. Then each guy tips me whatever they want, although the average is like two hundred bucks," he told me. He rubber banded some cash together and then put the money in the safe.
"What happens if the guy doesn't tip?" I asked. I mean Dex was in the sling and couldn't move his hands.
"We're on camera the whole time. If a guy gets too rough or doesn't leave a tip the bouncers will take care of them," he said.
"Oh shit, so someone watched when I fucked you?" I asked. Crap, someone saw me fuck my own brother. While he sucked our other brother. Dex's twin. We're a bunch of perverts and someone out there knows about it. Dex started laughing.
"Yeah, don't worry about that. They've seen me and Bax like a million times," he said. Don't worry about it? Fuck me.
Bax came out of the steamy bathroom a couple of minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist. "You're up next big bro," he said. I looked at Dex and he nodded at me. It seemed that he probably should get the next shower considering, well considering what he did earlier tonight, but there seems to be a hierarchy going on here. I'm not sure what I think about being second to Bax, but Bax is apparently in charge so often that he naturally takes that role. Regardless of me being the older brother.
I hopped in the shower and tried not to use up all of the hot water. Now that my hair is shorter, I don't need as long in the shower. As soon as I got out, Dex got in. Fuck he's sexy. Both twins are. Maybe I don't care that someone out there knows that I fucked my baby bro.
It was nearly 2:30 in the morning before we were all settled into bed. Bax spooned me, his cock laying in my crack and me spooning Dex, my cock laying in his crack. It didn't take long before I heard Bax's breathing become steady and I knew he was asleep. Dex kept rubbing against my dick and I got hard fast. Without a word between us, Dex reached down and wet his hole with some spit and led my cock into his hole. I slid in without much resistance and soon was in all the way to my pubes. Dex flexed his hips back and forth and fucked himself on my cock. I felt Bax's cock get hard from all of the movement but I don't think he woke up.
I couldn't help it. Bax's cock felt so good rubbing up against my backside, I wet my hole, too and reached back and eased his cock inside of me. I had a much harder time taking Bax's seven inches than Dex did taking mine, but then again I've only been fucked by Drago and the last time was like a week ago. Bax woke up and started giggling.
"Fuck yeah," he said and started pumping his cock in and out of my hole slowly. This is so fucking intense. I can't believe one twin is being fucked by my cock and the other is fucking me with his cock! I've never felt anything like this. It took a minute or so but I got a rhythm going and managed to fuck and get fucked. My ass felt so full and my cock was engulfed in such a hot, tight hole...I could hardly keep up. Bax took over and started pounding me and I pounded Dex. Dex worked his hole around my cock and I knew that I wasn't going to last long.
Bax slowed his assault on my hole and I took back over rocking my hips back and forth. Bax held still and let me rock back on his cock as hard as I wanted and Dex thrust back into me every time I rocked forward. I closed my eyes and plunged as deep into Dex as I could and rabbit fucked him as best I could with Bax being buried in my ass. Bax rolled up on my hip in order to stay inside of me while I fucked his twin in fast, short bursts.
"Ahhhh, I'm cumming," I whisper-shouted and shot my load into Dex. I laid down on top of him and Bax took over, fucking me much as I'd fucked his brother--in fast, short bursts.
"Cumming," he managed to whisper and I felt his cock twitching inside of me. He filled me up with several shots of his sperm. He pulled out of my pussy and I struggled to close my ass and keep his cum inside of me. I stayed inside of Dex, though. Ever since I fucked Landry and slept with my cock inside of him--was that last night? It seems like it was an eternity ago--I don't ever want to pull out after I fuck a guy. Bax found something to clean himself off with and then he wiped down my hole. I got comfortable on top of Dex and closed my eyes. I felt Dex sigh as I wrapped my arms around him. Bax snuggled up beside us and draped his arm across my shoulders. Soon we were all asleep.
There was a knock at the door and I opened my eyes reluctantly. I looked to the clock on the nightstand and it read 2:33PM. Was it possible that we'd been asleep for almost 11 hours?
"I know you guys were out late, but you don't want to sleep your Saturday away," Mom called from outside the door. I adjusted a little and then realized that I was still balls deep inside of Dex. I was really glad Mom didn't come inside. She'd kick my ass out onto the curb. I think. This family does things different than I'm used to. Who knows, maybe she'd be thrilled? Probably not, but I have no idea.
"Thanks, Mom," Bax called out. He pulled me over to him and my cock slid out of Dex's pussy with a slurpy sounding pop. We giggled. Bax rubbed his hard cock into my crack and slid it up and down. I rolled over and climbed on top of him. We started kissing. Fuck. I'm kissing my brother. And I don't care, I realized. He's so fucking hot and sexy and has a nice big dick that he's pretty damn good with. Why should I care? Plus, I don't want to stop fucking Dex, either. Who cares if brothers want to fuck each other anyway? It's not like any of us can get pregnant.
We broke our kiss and I sat up as I straddled Bax. I smiled down at him and stroked my cock. I used my precum to lube my cock and stuck two fingers in his mouth. He sucked and licked them until they were sloppy wet and I started working his hole. I leaned down and spit on his hole and then onto my cock. I spread the spit and my precum all over my dick and then pressed into the spit on his hole. He moaned loudly and I put my hand over his mouth. He grinned at me from under my hand.
I pushed into his cavern slowly since we only had spit to lube the way. He twitched and spasmed around my cock and I was in heaven. Fuck he's got a nice hole. I pushed in all the way until I felt my pubes press against his. I rocked my hips in little circles to open his hole. I felt him relax and he moaned again. I moved my hand away from his mouth and braced myself on either side of his head. I pushed in and out, first in long, slow thrusts and then faster, shallower thrusts. Then I started power fucking his hole. I held him by the ankles and pounded his hole in long thrusts.
Dex woke up and watched us fuck for a few minutes. He stroked his cock, trying to match my thrusts into his brother. I watched Dex and fucked Bax even harder. My hips slapped rapidly against his ass and I pounded that pussy hard.
"Oh, oh, oh," Bax breathed out. "Your cock is so big, I feel so gooooood," he whispered. I grinned and slowed down. We grunted with each thrust as I bottomed out. Dex kneeled next to Bax's head and stroked his cock next to his twin's face. Bax watched for a few seconds and then took Dex's cock in his mouth. He sucked Dex while I fucked him and I nearly lost it. This was too fucking sexy. Not only was what I'm doing fucking amazing, but what I'm seeing is equally amazing.
I picked up my pace and our hips slapped together. I pressed Bax's legs together and shoved his knees up around his ears. He's really flexible. Must be the boxing training. I leaned against his shins and pumped in and out. Bax wasn't kidding, this felt soooo gooood. I never wanted to stop. I want to fuck him and Dex and let them fuck me over and over again. We never need to leave this bedroom. We can just fuck and suck and cum and some day the coroner can come and take out our dead, fucked out bodies.
Dex shifted and started fucking Bax's throat. He pumped those slim hips into our brother's mouth and without a word, came inside. He must have shot three or four big shots and then pulled out and dribbled more on to Bax's lips and cheek. He groaned really loud and then collapsed back on the bed. Fuck. I'm going to cum, too, but now I want to cum all over Bax's face, too. I pulled out and repositioned myself so that I was over Bax's face. He sucked the tip of my cock in his mouth.
"Yeah, cum in his mouth, bro," Dex encouraged me. "Spray him good," he said and took over stroking my cock. I put my hands behind my head and thrust my hips into Dex's hand and between Bax's lips. I breathed hard and my thrusts became more erratic. Suddenly my cum sprayed from my cockhead. Some went directly into Bax's mouth and then Dex pulled my cock from his twin's mouth and the rest of my load joined Dex's on Bax's lips and cheek. Dex leaned down and licked the cum from Bax's cheek. I leaned down and licked it from his lips. Then Dex and I started kissing.
"Me, too," Bax whined softly and now all three of us kissed. We swapped both loads of cum until we couldn't taste anymore. Dex reached down and started jacking Bax's cock. I moved down and took the tip in my mouth like he'd done to me a minute before. Dex jacked Bax until I had a mouthful of fresh Bax cum. I held it in my mouth and spit it into Bax's mouth. Then he spit it into Dex's mouth. Then Dex spit it back into my mouth and I swallowed it. I showed them my empty mouth and we all started to giggle.
"That was the hottest thing ever. You are so fucking great at fucking, Big Bro," Bax told me and kissed me.
"I agree. We've never had it so good and sexy," Dex said and now I was kissing him. God, I feel so loved and it's wonderful.
"You guys are the best and I'm so fucking happy that we're fucking," I told them and the three of us kissed.
A few minutes later, we were all asleep again in a big, naked pile of sweaty teen boys. The room reeked of cum and sweat and ass but we were so satisfied and happy that we didn't care.
Mom came knocking on the door about an hour later.
"Boys, it's almost 4:00. I'm taking the girls out to eat, do you want to come with us?" she asked.
"Hell yeah! Can we get pizza?" Bax answered.
"Sure, hon. Get showered and for God's sake, open a window. It must stink to high heaven in there," Mom said and I could hear her walking away.
"Do you think she knows?" I asked, alarmed that our Mom knew we were having sex.
"Oh, yeah. The walls in this apartment are paper thin. That's why she has the room next to ours. The little girls kept complaining about the weird noises coming from our room," Bax told me. I turned bright red. Holy shit. My mom knows that my twin brothers fuck one another and that I'm fucking with them. Damn this is all sorts of wrong. Why does she let this go on? She's either the coolest mom in the world or she needs to be stricter with us or something. I can't quite figure it out. I'm not used to having a mom that doesn't freak out about everything. I guess Drago's parents know that we're fucking but we live in our own apartment and we're not brothers. Plus, we're both eighteen.
"She's okay with us, you know, fucking?" I asked.
"Yeah, she doesn't care as long as we aren't blatantly fooling around in front of the little girls," Dex said. He'd gotten up and was heading toward the bathroom.
"Fuck you lil' bro, I'm getting the first shower," Bax hopped up and tried to cut Dex off before he got to the bedroom. They were wrestling around and didn't see me traipse by and get in the bathroom first.
"Sorry, guys, Big Bro gets the first shower," I said and shut the door.
"Fuck! This is your fault," Bax said to Dex. I didn't hear Dex's response because I turned on the water.
I took a quick shower and was about to get out when Bax joined me.
"Couldn't wait, huh?" I asked as he slid in behind me. He rubbed his cock against my back. I thought he was going to fuck me, but he pulled back.
"Damn, you gotta fine ass but I'm starving. We'll save that for later," he said and I grinned at him. I rinsed the last of the soap from my hair and body and got out while he soaped up. Dex came in a few minutes later and joined his brother in the shower. Apparently they share showers quite often. I can't imagine doing it differently now that I've done it.
We managed to get ourselves clean and presentable and out to the living room before 5PM. Mom and the girls took her car with the three car seats lined up across the backseat and Bax drove Dex and I in Dex's car. Bax always drives, I noticed, even though it's Dex's car. Bax is always in charge. Although now that I'm here, that may change.
We ate dinner at a local pizza joint that served deep dish. It was pretty good, especially since we hadn't eaten since dinner the night before. Bax gave Mom $300 and she took the little girls shopping for some new clothes afterward. He told me that he has to pay all of the bills or else Mom will spend the money on other crap. They've almost been evicted twice because she blew the rent money on drugs or booze or clothes--even with the reduced rent from Section 8. He had to take over a lot of the responsibilities of being the head of household because Mom was pretty worthless at it. For the first time I felt kind of bad for Bax. As much as he's in charge and that's his personality, it's also a burden.
We went home and watched TV until the girls got home. Then we went and got ready to go out. The band from last night--the Zander Whitaker Experience--is playing at the club again tonight and I want to see if I can get on stage and play some, too. While Dex and Bax finished brushing their teeth and got dressed, I finally turned on my phone. It had been off since yesterday. I had about 125 texts and 25 voice mails. Ha. Guess I'm in demand.
The bulk of the texts and voice mails were from Drago--where are you, what are you doing, Landry said you aren't staying with him, your brothers freaked him out, blah blah blah. I texted him back and let him know that I was fine, with my family, and heading out to a club. He texted back immediately telling me how glad he was that I finally answered. We texted back and forth for a few. It felt like I was reporting to my dad or something. I keep getting that vibe between us--this fatherly thing coming from him trying to control me, my epilepsy, my life, everything. It's been bugging me but I couldn't really put it to words until I got some separation.
I told him where to pick me up tomorrow. I didn't mention that I'm planning on staying with my family. I don't want to worry him now and get into a whole thing about me staying here for a while. There were a couple of texts from Landry wanting to know when we are going to hook up again. I texted him a quick message to say that I hoped it was soon and left it at that.
The rest of the texts were from Aiden. He's freaking out because the label is acting like they want to back out of signing us because I'm not there. I already knew that, but he says that it's gotten worse the last couple of days because I haven't been answering their calls. Turns out that I have a bunch of voice mails from the label, too. I texted him and told him to chill because I will get a hold of the label on Monday and take care of things on my end. He texted me back right away, too, and we texted back and forth for a few minutes. He said that LA is amazing. It was 80 degrees today and everyone is wearing shorts and tank tops. He said the girls all wear workout gear with makeup. He said that he hooked up with a secretary-type from the label and she showed him all over town and took him to a couple of clubs. It sounds like they are fucking. Good for him. Get some action while I'm gone. I'm sure James and Jamie appreciate that he isn't pining away for me or something. Plus, I think they prefer him to explore that side of his sexuality.
I could hear that the twins were ready so I texted Aiden a quick goodbye. I was about to turn off my phone when a final message from him came through. I nearly ignored it, but glanced at the notification just to make sure that it wasn't something important.
Aiden: I love you. I miss you so much it hurts. When are you coming? Please come soon. I can't live without you anymore.
Me: Love you too, be there ASAP
Well. Even if he is getting some from that secretary apparently he is still pining for me.
Aiden: I'll wait for you always. You mean everything to me. I love you with all my heart.
Me: ...
I couldn't think of how to respond to that. I mean Aiden is awesome. He's the best lead singer and bandmate. And I do like fucking him. But I'm not in love with him. I'm not sure I'm in love with anyone right now and that kind of shocks me because I thought I would love Drago forever. I guess I still do but I don't love him being a bossy bitch who controls my life. I turned off my phone and pretended that I never saw that last text from Aiden. Hopefully, he hooks up with that chick tonight and forgets all about me.
Bax and Dex came in and my cock twitched as I checked them out. They were dressed alike in black t-shirts and dark blue skinny jeans. They both wore their hair pulled back in ponys and had on the same after shave. Everything about their look made me want to throw them down and fuck them silly. I grabbed Dex and pulled him into my lap. He giggled when he felt my hardness press against his sexy ass.
"Someone's horny," he said and wiggled his ass around on my cock. I swear my cock could bust through our jeans and his and fuck him in an instant. Bax pulled Dex back out of my lap.
"C'mon horndogs, let's go. I wanna get drunk before the show starts," he said. It still amazes me that the twins are only seventeen. They have no inhibitions and seemingly get what they want when they want it. I didn't drink anything until I was already eighteen. I didn't have sex until I was eighteen. I guess I'm making up for that now.
We headed out to the club. The twins met up with some guy they know who would buy them drinks and I went over to talk to the band. I brought my guitar so that I'll be ready to go on stage. Their guitarist is good. Not as good as me. Not even as good as Lenny, but for a cover band, he's decent. He'd be a good rhythm guitarist to back me up. Ha. I'm worming my way into this band. My desire to play hasn't waned over the past months and with The Four Horsemen being in LA without me, I need an outlet.
"Sup, Vin!" Zander yelled out when I approached.
"Sup, Zan," I said and we fist bumped. We chatted a bit while the band set up. I helped Joshua tune his guitar.
"Hey, man, can you play that song Hellion?" Joshua asked me once everything was in place. Hellion is a song Aiden and I wrote. I grinned and nodded.
"Hell yeah," I replied. This was working out exactly as I planned. I'm going to be in this band before the end of the night, I can feel it. I fooled with Joshua's guitar to get it how I wanted it. It's a nice Fender, but it's not the same as playing my own guitar. I didn't want to mention that my guitar is in the trunk of Dex's car, at least not yet, so I made due with Joshua's guitar. I played a couple of practice strains and then broke into the song. This song has a strong experimental rock sound to it and it's actually one of the hardest songs I've ever played. It feels so good to play and this song is a great one to show off my skills. I closed my eyes and poured my heart into it, drawing out the solo just a little bit longer than normal since I had a captive audience. When I finished everyone in the place was clapping and cheering. A couple of guys whistled and there were shouts for `more!' I smiled and tried to play it cool, but I wanted to hop up and down like a happy little kid on Christmas.
"Dude, that was amazing. You've gotta stay and play with us tonight," Joshua said.
"Yeah, man, stay and play," Zander said, agreeing with his brother. This couldn't have gone better if I'd written the script myself. I pretended to be surprised and humbled.
"Oh, you guys flatter me but I couldn't intrude," I said, handing Joshua's guitar back to him.
"No way, you take this and I'll sit out tonight," Joshua said. I could tell he really wanted to hear me play but I couldn't take his spot. Luckily, I have a guitar in the car.
"Seriously? I mean, I have my guitar in the car so I could play it and you don't have to sit out," I said hesitantly. Joshua perked up.
"Really? Go get it and I'll set up for you on lead and me on rhythm," he commanded. I looked at the other band members who all nodded and encouraged me to get my Gibson. I finally ran out to the car and grabbed my guitar and brought it to the stage. Joshua ooohhed and aaahhhed over my guitar while we set up.
"Your axe is a fucking masterpiece," he said running his fingertips down the neck. Inwardly I giggled. I've never understood why people call a guitar an `axe' but I don't want to offend anyone, so I just smiled.
"Thanks. I spend my inheritance from my grandma on it instead of buying a car," I told him. He nodded.
"It was worth it," he said. Zander came over and asked if I was ready. I told him I was and he handed me their playlist. It was all common heavy metal songs that I could play with one hand tied behind my back. That's okay, though. Tonight is about getting to know one another and seeing if I can take over lead guitar. Sorry Joshua, but I'm blowing up your spot.
"Got it," I said and placed the set list on the stage in front of where I played. The stage was poorly lit, but was good enough to showcase Zander and myself. Which is what matters, let's be real.
"Hey motherfuckers, you ready to rock?" Zander yelled out. He doesn't have Aiden's charisma or his stage presence, but he got everyone's attention and we got some cheers. This was quite different from any of the gigs I played with The Four Horsemen. With them, we were headliners or close to it and the crowds were psyched to see us. Here, the crowd is barely paying attention to us. We're like background music.
I didn't wait for any other crowd participation, I roared into our first song, a Megadeth song called Hangar 18. The other guys lagged for a second but then picked up and Zander nailed the lyrics. We transitioned into Master of Puppets. By the third song, a lesser-known Anthrax song called Misery Loves Company, the crowd was all over us. People streamed in and soon the bar was crowded with headbangers.
When we broke into You Can't Bring Me Down, my favorite Suicidal Tendencies song, the place erupted. It was so cool to play in front of an energized throng of heavy metal fans. Zander and I shared the lyrics to that song as we started to feel one another on stage. His voice is higher than I usually like, but he's good. Surprisingly so, actually. Once he warmed up, he was vastly improved and both his stage presence and his charisma broke through. We worked well together and the rest of the band rarely lagged behind. With some practice, I think this band might be worth something more than just playing covers at an underground club. I can write us some songs and maybe I can team up with Zander or Joshua to write some, too.
We brought the house down with our set. It was incredible and afterward, we were mobbed by the crowd. A lot of the comments were things like, I never knew you guys were this good,' and where have you been hiding this guitarist?' Zander and I ate up the attention while the rest of the guys hung back and focused on putting away our gear.
My bros finally busted through the mob of people and wrapped me up in hugs. "You were infuckingcredible," Bax shouted.
"Absolutely masterful," Dex shouted. I grinned so big I thought my face would crack.
"Thanks, guys," I managed to choke out around their bear hugs. Someone shoved a beer in my hand and before long, Bax, Dex and I were hammered. Being the third twin, a term Zander coined, and the star of the show meant that I didn't have to buy a drink the whole night. And Bax and Dex are very popular and being associated with me made it so that they didn't have to buy drinks. I know I'm not supposed to be drinking, but I figure it would be rude to refuse. Plus, we were having a fucking blast!
Before the end of the night and before I was too drunk to discuss it properly, Zander and Joshua took me aside and asked if I wanted to join the band temporarily. Zander said that I was welcome to play with them anytime, but that if I wanted to join the band, they would be willing to change the name of the band to the Zander Whitaker Experience featuring Vin Jacobs. Hot damn, featuring ME! They said that they knew I may take off for LA and that The Four Horsemen is my priority, but as long as I'm around, they want me to be in the band. I pretended like I was really surprised and honored and then gratefully accepted their offer. It didn't hurt that they offered to change the name of the band to honor my presence. It works out for all of us--I make the band better for them and they provide me an outlet to play guitar.
So we celebrated me joining the band and it was sweet being treated like rock star royalty. Sure we were in a converted auto body repair shop and we were drinking watered down booze being served to underage kids (us) but everyone was super cool. The atmosphere was welcoming and thrilling. Again, I understood why Bax and Dex spend so much time in this place and I felt that sensation of being part of something bigger--my family seemed to grow while I got to know my new band members and my brothers and their friends better.
Some guy named Stick, yes, Stick, drove us home in Dex's car at like 5AM. I'm really glad we slept all day. It turns out that Stick lives in the same apartment complex that we do and he doesn't drink. We noisily thanked him and then stumbled up to the apartment. Bax and I were pretty much carrying Dex.
"He can't hold his liquor," Bax whisper-yelled to me. I giggled.
"Me, either," I whispered back and we both giggled.
"Yeah, me, either," he rasped out between giggles. We somehow got in the front door, although I doubt we locked it. I'm not even sure we shut it. Dex turned pale and looked positively ghostly.
"Shit, shit, shit," Bax chanted and he seemed to sober up a little. "Get him to the bathroom, stat," he whispered and I kind of sobered up, too. I didn't want to be cleaning up puke anytime soon, so I grabbed Dex's legs and Bax got his upper body and we heaved him into the hall bathroom. We made it just in time because as soon as we held Dex's head over the toilet, he puked his guts out.
"Damn, bro," Bax said waving his hand in front of his face. It stunk like death in the bathroom so I opened up the window and turned on the fan. Dex was moaning and holding his stomach.
"I'm never drinking again," he groaned. Bax giggled.
"You say that every time," he told his twin.
"But I really mean it this time," Dex said and then threw up again into the toilet. I flushed as soon as he stopped retching and handed him a damp washcloth. He gave me the most grateful, loving look.
"Thank you, Vin. I love you so much," he said and wiped his mouth. I would have kissed him except, well, you know.
"Awwww," Bax teased his twin. "Someone's gotta crush on Big Bro," he sing-songed. Dex blushed somehow through the sickly pallor on his face.
"Shut up. Vin's awesome and you know it," Dex said. I smiled at him and held his head in my lap.
"Thanks Lil' Bro," I said, smoothing out his hair that had come free of its hair tie.
"Yeah, Big Bro is the best," Bax said and leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met and then our tongues. Even though we were in the gross-smelling bathroom with Dex barfing all over the place, I realized that I am still horny as fuck. It's like I'm horny all the fucking time. I can't tame it. I want to fuck and get fucked all the time. It's almost as strong a pull as playing guitar. I wonder if I can fuck and play guitar at the same time? Maybe Dex will give me a blowjob while I play so I can test that theory. After he cleans up and all.
We helped Dex clean up when he decided he was empty and couldn't throw up anymore. We tucked him in on the couch in our bedroom. He said that he needed to be close to the bathroom just in case and the couch is closer than our bed. Plus he said that he couldn't handle all the movement of sharing a bed with two guys fucking. We giggled. Bax was rubbing my ass as I made sure that Dex had everything he needed. I put a bottle of water on the end table next to him and made him take a couple of ibuprofen. Sunday is going to be hell for all of us--hangovers galore--but hopefully some ibuprofen will help.
I stood up and the room started to spin. I giggled and grabbed onto Bax for support. We staggered over to the bed and fell on top of the covers, madly kissing.
"Are you gonna fuck me or am I gonna fuck you?" I asked when we stopped to take a breath.
"I don't even think I can get it up I'm so drunk," Bax told me. "So you're gonna have to fuck me big boy," he said groping my cock through my jeans. Of course I'm just as drunk as he is, but my cock is rock hard and leaking pre like crazy. I'm not sure I have a time where I can be drunk enough to stop my cock from getting hard. I reached for the lube in the nightstand drawer. I tossed it aside momentarily while we stripped out of our clothes. Bax laid on his back and I crawled between his legs. I spread his ass cheeks apart and dove in to eat him out. His stink was musky and sweaty. I couldn't get enough and lapped his hole with my tongue. I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go and fucked him with it.
Bax pulled his legs back and shifted his hips up so that I had easier access to his hole. I used my fingers to pry it open and licked everywhere I could stick my tongue. Bax moaned and whimpered as I ate him out and lo and behold, his cock hardened. So much for not being able to get it up. I was already in fuck-mode so I only contemplated riding that cock for a moment. Instead, I got up and positioned myself so that my cock lined up with his spitty hole. I found the lube mixed in with the sheets and poured some over his hole. I fingered the lube inside and then stroked the rest onto my cock.
Bax reached back and held his ass cheeks open. "Fuck me, bro. Give it to me good," he moaned. I didn't have to be told twice, I pushed my cockhead against his hole and started pushing. I slid in slowly until my pubes rested against his. We both groaned as my cock twitched inside his hole and he got used to my intrusion.
"You ready, bro? You ready for my almost eight inches to fuck you into oblivion?" I asked. I'm still pretty drunk so I'm not that smooth, but Bax nodded vigorously and I pulled almost all of the way out and thrust back in again. He cried out and I grunted as I bottomed out. I pulled back and this time went too far and fell out. I repositioned and thrust back in and he cried out again. I finally found my rhythm and long dicked him for several minutes. Then I shifted us so that he was bent over the edge of the bed and I stood on the floor. I kept sliding around in my socks so I had to pull out and put on my shoes for some traction. Then I slammed into Bax's pulsating hole and fucked him into oblivion, just like I promised. I pounded him over and over again.
My sweat dripped from my nose and chin onto his chest and face. He leaned up and licked the sweat from my neck. "Oh fuck, Vin, you are delicious," he said and continued to lick the sweat from my face and chest. I pushed his head into my armpit and he moaned while he licked my pit. It felt way better than I would have thought. I pulled him back and we kissed. I could taste my sweat on his lips and it made me so fucking hard. I continued to pound his pussy with loud slapping noises.
Being that I was drunk and not especially in control of things, I came in his pussy after a couple more minutes of that rapid hard fucking. I didn't even warn him, I just came, groaning so loud that I'm sure I woke up half the building. Again, not especially in control here. I pulled out and rolled onto my back on the bed. That's when I noticed that Dex had made his way over from the couch. He climbed up on the bed and mounted his twin. He thrust inside Bax's used hole and slammed into him about four or five times and then came. He moaned pretty loud, too, and we both started giggling.
"Dex, did you just cum inside me?" Bax whined, letting go of his legs while trying to squeeze his hole closed to hold in the cum before it stained the bed.
"Yeah, bro. Filled you full of twin cum," Dex said and then he and I fist bumped. "He never lets me fuck him unless he's drunk," Dex told me. I giggled.
"He's well full of fuck juice now," I said and Dex giggled, too.
"Shut up, you two. You wish you were full of fuck juice," Bax said and stuck his tongue out at us. We all giggled.
"Want me to suck you off, bro?" Dex asked and reached up to stroke Bax's cock. "Oh, never mind," he said with more giggles.
"What?" I asked when Bax didn't say anything.
"He came already. He came while you fucked him, but he didn't say anything," Dex explained.
"I thought you were cumming. You squeezed my cock so tight with your hole. It felt fucking great. No wonder I came so fast," I said.
"I've never done that before," Bax said sheepishly. "I don't usually get fucked all that often. Dex is the only other one who has and he's never made me cum like that," Bax said.
"Hell yeah, bro!" Dex cheered. "Now you know why I like getting fucked so much," he said. He'd climbed off the bed and wrapped himself in blankets on the couch again.
"Yeah, I guess. I just..." he trailed off. I knew what he was thinking. That I was in charge now. That he'd lost his place as man of the house to me.
"You rock, dude. Next time, you do me and you'll be back on top," I told him. He grinned at me, knowing that I didn't want his spot. It's too much work, anyway. He can keep it.
"Awww yeah. I'm gonna fuck you `til you cum over and over again," he said and we high fived. Instead of cleaning up, I pulled the blankets up over us and spooned Bax. I nuzzled his neck, alternately kissing and biting him. Soon we were all asleep--Dex on the couch, me and Bax in bed. I am where I belong and I'm not leaving.
We slept in until noon on Sunday. I wouldn't have gotten up then, but I needed to call Drago and let him know that I'm not coming home with him today. I want him to bring my stuff up, but I don't know how to ask him to do that. I'm not really breaking up with him. I don't think so anyway. I feel like we need to talk in person. I really don't know how to handle this. On one hand, I think he should bring my shit up and we'll take a break for a while and I'll try and figure this all out. On the other hand, I should tell him that I'm staying up here a little bit longer and not say anything else while I try to figure things out. I don't want to lose him because I'm being shortsighted. Why break up with him if I don't have to? Maybe he shouldn't come up here at all.
I called him after I ate some breakfast that Mom made. Her scrambled eggs are really good. She wouldn't tell me her secret. I took a shower and slowly did my hair and brushed my teeth. When I couldn't put the call off any longer, I took my phone out to the deck off the kitchen and pressed the call button.
"Sup dude, I was just thinking about you," Drago answered.
"Hey whassup?" I said back.
"You still want me to pick you up at 4?" he asked. It sounded like he was doing sit ups or some kind of exercise and hadn't stopped to take my call.
"About that..." I started to say. I could hear him grunt.
"What, Alvin?" he snapped. Uh, oh. He's already pissed. I haven't even done anything to piss him off yet. What the fuck?
"Oh, well, it's just that I'm still getting to know my new family up here and since I don't really have anything scheduled this week, I thought I would stay here until next Sunday," I blurted out. I could hear him angrily breathing in the background.
"Sure, you don't have anything important down here, like a boyfriend who misses you and loves you and wants to see you, or anything. Go right ahead. Spend all of your time with these people you barely know. I'll just wait here for you until you're ready to come home," he retorted sarcastically. I swallowed hard. He's feeling neglected and I can't really blame him.
"C'mon, Drago, you know I love you and want to spend my time with you, but I also don't know my family that well and want to spend time with them, too," I said, hoping a little guilt trip would ease up the tension between us.
"Whatever. I was hoping you would be home for Halloween," he told me. Fuck. I forgot about Halloween. I think Malcolm's next party is on Friday, the day after Halloween--some kind of Day of the Dead celebration. Drago and I talked about going like a month ago. "Plus, you do have stuff to do down here. You have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and physical therapy on Wednesday and Friday. Were you planning to reschedule those, or what?" he asked. There we go--Daddy Drago taking over my life. I suddenly remembered why he's been bugging me so much lately.
"Yeah, I'll take care of that on Monday," I said noncommittally.
"And you're going to call the label about your record deal on Monday?" he prodded. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I'll call them, too," I replied.
"Have you talked to the attorney my dad has working in LA on your deal?"
"Not yet, Monday."
"What about Dr. Winters? Have you spoken to him?"
"Not since Thursday."
"Alvin, you have to take your responsibilities seriously. You can't keep putting this stuff off. No one else can take care of these things for you, you know?"
"I hear you."
"Do you? It seems like you hear me but you don't listen to me. You know, my parents have done a lot for you, for us, but you haven't even seen them in like weeks," he said. It's like he sits around thinking of things I'm failing at. I'm so sick of this.
"Well, I'll be around after next Sunday, babe. Maybe we can all go out to eat or something. But I've gotta go now, so I'll text you later tonight, okay?" I said in a hurry to get him off the phone.
"Seriously? You aren't coming home and just now let me know and now you're hanging up on me?" he said. Fuck. I should have known that wouldn't go unnoticed.
"I'm sorry babe. I love you and want to talk to you, but I actually made some plans with my brothers for this afternoon..." I trailed off hoping he would get the clue.
"Okay," he said dejectedly. "I guess we can text later. I love you, too," he said. I felt bad. I shouldn't be treating him this way.
"Love you, I'll text when I get some time alone later this afternoon," I told him.
"Don't forget to call the lawyer, and your label, and reschedule those appointments..." he reminded me. I cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will," I said. "Don't worry about it," I added.
"I'll always worry about you," he said.
"I know. I wish you wouldn't, but I know that you will," I told him. "Love you," I added and pressed the end button. I didn't let him get another word in. I just can't take him reminding me of things anymore and bossing me around and making sure that I'm being responsible. I can take care of myself.
Dex and I walked into the kitchen at the same time after I hung up on Drago. He looked like shit. I'm sure I looked pretty rough, too.
"Sup, babe," I said and hugged him.
"I'm babe, now, huh?" he asked tickling me.
"Oh fuck, don't tickle me I might throw up," I protested.
"Ha, I wouldn't wish that on you, babe," he said, still tickling me. I started tickling him, too, and pretty soon we were chasing each other around the apartment in a tickle war. It was ridiculous but we are probably still a little bit drunk. We finally calmed down and went back in the kitchen. Mom left a note to say that she took the girls to the playground so they could get some fresh air before it started to snow. We heated up the oven so we could cook some frozen pizza and crashed out on the couch to watch TV while we waited.
"Football?" Dex asked as he flipped through channels to find something to watch.
"Yeah, what games are we getting?" I asked, pulling a blanket up around us. Dex cuddled in next to me and I put my arm around him.
"Looks like the Broncos at the Raiders or the Dolphins at the Patriots," he told me.
"Broncos/Raiders it is," I said and he put on the game. We watched the game in silence since the Broncos were majorly sucking it and losing to the now Las Vegas Raiders. I can't stand the Raiders regardless of what city they play in and it always sucks extra hard when the Broncos blow it to them. We ended up changing it to the Dolphins/Patriots game, which was actually competitive in the fourth quarter.
"Go Dolphins," Dex said and I laughed. Hardly anyone in Colorado likes the Raiders or the Patriots. Not that we're big fans of the `Fins either, but at least they are beating the Patriots with three minutes to go.
Bax emerged from the bedroom looking worse for wear. "Who's winning?" he rasped out.
"Dolphins," Dex and I answered at the same time.
"Cool," he said and cuddled up next to me on the other side from Dex. We ate pizza snuggled together and spent the afternoon watching more football and barely moving. Mom came home and gave us a knowing look. We refused dinner and crawled into bed after the late game.
We slept until 11:00AM the next day. I'm liking the schedule that we've been keeping. We're teenagers, after all. I'm glad we don't get up at the break of dawn and keep a tight schedule throughout the day and then go to bed at a reasonable hour. Just another reason being with Drago feels so confining. With Bax and Dex, we sleep all day and party all night. I'm assuming that we'll be working out at some point. At least me and Bax. He must lift weights or something since he's bigger than Dex and fights on the weekends.
Mom made us lunch when we emerged from the bedroom around noon. She's fairly accommodating. I'm used to having to keep other people's schedules so it's really nice that she adapts to us. I guess the twins do pay the bills.
"So what do you guys do during the week?" I asked, making a mental note to check with Zander to see when the band practices. And to introduce them to songwriting.
"Well, I have boxing lessons Monday through Thursday from 5:30 to 6:30 and then open gym for sparring or lifting from 7:00 to 9:00. Dex helps Mom around the house with stuff and does the girls' homeschool stuff if Mom doesn't feel like it. He takes care of our sisters a lot. He's a good big brother," Bax explained. Dex smiled. I can tell that he seeks out Bax's approval. Sort of a father figure.
"Anything else?" I asked. What a breeze. That's all they have to do? I guess Friday and Saturday nights aren't easy for either of them. It's just that it's a schedule of their choosing.
"Not really. I mean we hang out with friends and go to the club and parties and stuff," Bax said.
"Nice," I said. "So I know we haven't really talked about it, but would it be alright for me to stay with you guys for a week or so?" I asked.
"For sure," Dex exclaimed.
"Yeah, I thought we'd covered that," Bax told me. "You're welcome here anytime, but we were really hoping that you'd just move in with us," he said. I smiled a huge smile. It was the same one Dex and Bax both had a moment later.
"Seriously?" I asked. "'Cuz I don't really have a lot of money and I'm going to be practicing with my new band and stuff..." I couldn't believe that they were asking me to move in already. I'd hoped for that, but didn't expect it so soon.
"Yes, seriously. You belong here with us," Dex said. Bax nodded.
"Don't worry about the money. We make enough to cover you and you'll contribute when you can," he said.
"That's amazing, thanks guys. I'd love to move in here," I said. We all hugged and Bax yelled to Mom to tell her that I'm moving in.
"Wonderful!" she shouted back. "It's going to be amazing to have all of my boys under one roof," she said as she walked into our room. She hugged me tight. "I love you, Vin, and you are always welcome here," she told me, parroting what Bax said a few minutes ago. I had a virtually permanent smile on my face.
"Thanks, Mom. I love you, too, and I'll do whatever I can to help out around here," I said.
"I'll let you know," she said with a wink. I grinned at her, unable to stop smiling. This is fucking awesome. I have this super cool new family that loves me and isn't afraid to tell me. I'm fucking two incredibly sexy guys and our Mom doesn't even care. It feels so progressive. So modern. I finally feel like I belong somewhere. It's going to fuck up me and Drago in the short term. But we probably need a break for a while. It can't be any easier for him to boss me around than it is for me to be bossed around. I'll talk to him about that sooner or later. The later the better.
Mom and Dex took the girls into the living room to do some lessons. They made it a lot of fun for the girls. I was skeptical of how good of a teacher my mom would be, but the girls seem happy, well behaved and they aren't dummies so they must be learning something. Bax and I hung out in the bedroom.
"What are your workouts like?" I asked, flexing in the mirror. I'd gained some muscle mass working out with Drago although not as much as I wanted. I'm still skinny and don't have a lot of definition. Dex is the same way, maybe it's genetic. But Bax is strong and has bigger muscles.
"Well, mostly it's running on the treadmill for like an hour a day. There's a workout room in the apartment complex and usually there's no one in there in the afternoons so I get the place to myself. And I do lifting a couple days a week at the gym where I box. But most of my muscle mass came from steroids. I couldn't gain weight any other way. And that's why I don't box through the gym--they drug test and shit," he said matter-of-factly. Holy fucking shit. He's taking steroids! So that's how he's bigger than Dex.
"Oh, that makes sense," I replied. I couldn't think of how else to respond to that. "Uh, do you have to do shots or something?" I asked. Maybe I should get some steroids, too. I can't seem to gain weight doing things the traditional way.
"Naw, I take them orally, although I want to get to where I can do injections because I don't want to damage my liver," he said.
"Any more than you did drinking Saturday night," I said laughing. He smacked me in the arm but then he laughed, too. "Are you taking them now?"
"No, I just finished a cycle. I won't go back on for a couple of weeks. I shouldn't develop a tolerance for them if I cycle right, plus they fuck with my sleep so I'm off right now," he told me.
"Man, I wouldn't mind building some muscle. I work out endlessly and never gain anything. You see how skinny I am," I said lifting my t-shirt and showing how my ribs stick out. Bax reached out and tweaked my nipple.
"Come with me to the gym tonight. I'll introduce you to everyone. If you start coming in with me all the time, I can probably get you on the right supplements to help you gain. We can put together a routine for you to workout, too," he said.
"Hell yeah, bro," I said and we fist bumped. Now this sounds promising. Get into a muscle building workout routine and take some supplements so I can build up some size.
"Do you want to try boxing?" Bax asked, shadow boxing with me. I pretended to get knocked out and feel against the bed.
"Naw, I don't want to fuck up my hands for playing guitar," I said. Bax fell on top of me and went back to rubbing my nipples. He tugged and pinched them and my cock got hard almost instantly. Damn, he turns me on so much. I leaned up and our lips met. We made out until we were both covered in spit.
"If you don't take steroids, you can arrange fights through your trainer at the gym and then you'd wear gloves and your hands wouldn't get fucked up," Bax said in between kisses on my neck. Fuck. I'm going to cum in my pants if he keeps this up.
"Yeah, but if I don't take `roids I'll only be able to fight twelve year olds," I said and we giggled.
"Hey, those twelve year olds are tough," he told me. I rolled my eyes but grinned at him, too. We started kissing again. Bax ground his cock into mine through our jeans. It didn't take long before he had his jeans down around his knees and I had my mouth on his cock. His cock isn't quite as big as mine, 7 inches probably and maybe 4, 4 ½ inches around. He pushed down on the back of my head and I deep throated him. Bax moaned and then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock and started stroking it. It was my turn to moan but I wanted his mouth more than his hand.
"Flip around and let's 69," I said and suddenly my mouth was empty as Bax moved around on top of me. He pulled me so that I laid on my side and then I felt his warm, soft mouth engulf my cock. His cock pulsed in front of my face so I took it in my hand and aimed for my mouth. He thrust lightly forward and I had the whole thing back down my throat. We moaned and grunted and sucked one another's cocks like we were starving for cum--maybe we were. I focused on the underneath of Bax's cockhead, rubbing it over my lips and sucking where his foreskin attaches to his cock. He focused on sucking just the head of my cock, in and out and in and out over and over again.
I took his whole cock back in my mouth again. The angle was hard to manage so I pulled back and copied Bax's movements on my own cock. We sucked each other's heads hard and fast and soon he mumbled `cumming' around my cock and his cum flooded my mouth. I sucked every drop from his cock and then I spurted several jets into Bax's mouth. He swallowed it all and we moved to face one another again and started kissing. The remainder of our slightly salty and sweet loads mixed in our mouths as our tongues explored one another's mouths.
"I love how you taste," I moaned into his mouth, probing with my tongue to get the last of our cum.
"Fuck, I love how you taste," he sighed into my mouth, fighting me for the last of our cum. A few minutes later, our mouths were cleared of all cum. Bax got up and slapped me on the ass.
"C'mon dude, let's go see if two treadmills are available in the workout room," he said stripping off his shirt. Soon, we were both in running shorts and tank tops. We found the workout room empty so we were able to run together on the treadmills. Bax can run like a motherfucker. He runs like he's being chased, or something. I was able to run for the entire hour, but couldn't keep up with his speed. I'm going to have to push myself to keep up with him in the spring when the weather is nice enough to run outside again.
We showered in the locker room adjacent to the workout center. They had a big, three-head shower that we shared. Bax was on his knees working my cock again under the hot water when some people came into the workout center. He hurried to stand up and I turned to face the wall and try to hide my boner. He had to do the same thing since he'd gotten hard while sucking me. We were both giggling and drawing way more attention to ourselves than we intended. The people left the locker room and started working out and didn't even look our way, so we hurried up and rinsed off and wrapped towels around our waists. My cock tented out the towel in front of me and we started giggling again.
"Let's get out of here. We need to eat before we get to the gym. I want to get there early so you can talk to my trainer Chris. I really think that you should consider boxing. You have long arms and a low center of gravity," Bax said. We got dressed in basketball shorts and t-shirts and headed back to the apartment.
"I don't know, dude. I don't want to risk my hands," I said. I would lose my mind if something happened and I couldn't play guitar anymore. I can't even imagine a scenario where I can't play. Just thinking about it is giving me a headache.
"I get ya. What about kickboxing? Or one of the other martial arts? There's a dojo for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu on the same street as my gym. Maybe that would be better," he offered. I thought about that for a moment. I'd never considered martial arts. "Maybe we could get Dex to do BJJ with you. I'll do it, too, of course, but I keep telling him that he needs to be able to defend himself better considering what he lets guys do to him."
"Yeah, that would be cool if we all went together," I said. I'm not even sure what BJJ is, but I would like to do whatever it is with my brothers.
"Nice. We'll take Dex with us tonight and we'll check out the dojo and see if it's something we all want to do," Bax told me. We fist bumped and then headed into the apartment. Dex and Mom were cooking dinner and the girls were watching TV. We told Dex about BJJ and he got excited, too. Mom didn't seem to care one way or the other until I mentioned that maybe the girls should try it, too, since it's a form of self-defense.
"So the girls and I could learn how to defend ourselves?" she asked. I noticed how she added herself to the equation.
"Sure, Mom," Bax answered with a mouthful of pasta. He's almost as bad as Drago when it comes to shoveling in food. It's like they can't eat the food fast enough or take a break in between bites to talk. "Plus, there's a lot of hot guys at the dojo," he added with a wink. Mom smiled.
"Sounds good. You guys let me know when to be there and I'll make sure that me and the girls are ready," she said.
"Cool, so it's settled," Bax declared. I'm really glad that the girls are going to get to go, too. I feel a need to take care of my sisters. I've never had sisters before and now that I do, I want to make sure that they are well taken care of and able to take care of themselves.
After dinner, Bax drove me and Dex to the dojo. We had some time to kill before Bax needed to go to boxing lessons. We got a tour of the dojo and got to watch a class. Bax had us signed up to start classes the next day. He's a man of quick decisions, I guess. I'm psyched, though. I'd never seen Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, or BJJ, before and it looks really cool. They guy said that `it's a method for promoting physical fitness and building character, and a way of life'. From what I've seen of my brothers and what I know about myself, it wouldn't hurt to get some discipline in our lives.
We walked over to the gym after signing up and each of us getting a gi and our beginner's belt. Bax knows everyone in the gym and introduced us to a bunch of guys whose names I'll never remember, but the one guy that I know I'll remember is Chris, Bax's boxing coach. He's about 5'10", has black hair and dark brown eyes. His body is like a fucking Greek god's--all muscle with broad shoulders and the perfect V-shape pointing down to a gorgeous bubble butt. His bulge is hidden under a jock, but as near as I can tell is quite impressive..
We'd been chatting for a few minutes but I was more focused on Chris' body than our conversation. I tuned back in when I heard him and Bax talking about Bax's last cycle of steroids.
"So you did two cycles of six weeks, right?" Chris asked Bax.
"Yeah, we talked about putting me up to seven weeks next time. I'm at week five of being off," Bax replied.
"So if you and Vin start back up in three weeks, you could both do six weeks and then you could both go to seven weeks on the next cycle. That way you guys can train together," Chris said. "What do you think, Vin?" I blushed when my eyes met Chris'. Fuck he's hot.
"I'd like that," I said in a low, gravelly voice. Bax and Dex exchanged amused looks. Chris and I stared at one another for a few seconds more than necessary.
"We'll make it happen, then," Chris said. He turned to Bax. "What are you doing standing around? Get out there with Devin and practice the combos we started last week," he said. Bax nodded and took off toward the ring and called over his sparring partner. Dex took off toward the bleachers behind the ring. Chris turned back to me.
"So why don't you want to box?" he asked, leaning in so close that we were almost touching. My cock started thickening. Damn this guy gets me going. He grabbed my hands and started taping them up. I didn't move and let him slide gloves on once he finished the tape.
"I play guitar. I don't want to fuck up my hands," I told him, still using that deep voice. I was definitely flirting with him and I think he's flirting back, but it's hard to tell. If I had to guess, I'd say he's straight. But maybe, just maybe a little bi-curiosity going on here. Fuck, I hope so.
"Bring your guitar tomorrow," he said as he finished taping his own hands and put on gloves himself. He smacked my gloves and I smacked his back. I guess I've seen this shit in movies, because I have no clue about boxing but so far I've kept up with Chris. He led me to an area where a ring was taped out on the floor.
"Stand like this, it's the basic boxing stance. You'll be able to attack and defend easily from this stance," he told me. I copied what he showed me.
"Keep your dominant hand in back--you're a southpaw?" he asked. I nodded and held my hands up with my left one in back. "Elbows down, hands up," he indicated. I followed his instruction.
"Keep your weight distributed evenly across both legs," he said, slapping my right leg to indicate that I should move it forward and the inside of my left to move back. His glove was dangerously close to my junk and I felt it jerk just from him being in proximity. I think I need to get a cup. Like yesterday.
"Relax and remember to breathe. Look over your gloves with your chin down," he advised and then stepped beside me. We went over basic footwork, punches, and defense. At the end he pulled off his gloves and then my own.
"You're a natural," he said, standing right in front of me again. We were both shirtless and sweating after the lesson. He grabbed my left arm and ran his fingers down my arm. "You have great reach because your arms are so long. You could fight in the super featherweights. Or if we keep you off steroids and keep you under 126, the featherweights," he said. He kept running his fingers over my hand and wrists.
"Oh yeah?" I said and licked my lips. He stared in my eyes and then licked his lips, too.
"Yeah. And as long as you do exactly as I tell you, your hands will be fine. In fact, you'll build muscle in your forearms and wrists, which should help you play guitar better," he said. I wanted to lick his full lips as I watched him talk.
"I'm starting BJJ tomorrow," I said. He grinned.
"Good. In BJJ you'll learn the importance of technique and in boxing you'll learn mental discipline," he said. Bax ran over.
"Sup bro?" he said and Chris and I finally stepped apart. I realized I was breathing heavy--not from the exercise but from being so close to Chris.
"Sup," I said and held out my hands to Chris to take off my wraps. He quickly removed my wraps and turned to Bax.
"Your footwork is still lacking. Tomorrow you will work with Kelvin on proper technique. I expect you to follow his instructions so that we don't have problems like last time," Chris told him.
"Awww, c'mon, Chris. Don't make me work with Kelvin. He knocked me on my ass on purpose and you know it," Bax whined. See what I mean, we can all use some discipline.
"Yes, you will work with Kelvin and for that little outburst you need to do 100 burpees now. Go!" Chris barked. Bax groaned and rolled his eyes and very slowly dropped to the ground to begin. "Make that 150!" Chris yelled at him.
"Fuck!" Bax yelled back but started doing the burpees.
"Call out the number, jackass," Chris warned Bax. Ha ha, jackass. It's kind of nice to see Bax being bossed around since he's so used to being in charge. Bax called out the numbers and finished up quickly.
"Done, Coach," he shouted over to Chris, who had stepped away to start another lesson.
"So footwork tomorrow and Wednesday with Kelvin," Chris said and turned back to the other boxer.
"What? You said..." Bax began to protest and Chris turned and gave him a look that shut Bax up on the spot. "Er, uh, yes, Coach. Kelvin, footwork, tomorrow and Wednesday," he said dejectedly. He gathered up his gear and we headed over to the bleachers where we saw Dex the last.
"Where the fuck is Dex?" he asked and I shrugged. I hadn't seen him for a while. Plus I was busy with my own lesson so I hadn't paid attention to Dex's whereabouts.
"Your twin took off with Ray about fifteen minutes ago. They should be back in a few," some guy working a heavy bag yelled out.
"Oh, fuck me running. Dex is such a slut," Bax muttered. "Thanks, Dave," he told the guy and turned to me. "It would serve Dex right if we left him here, but he'd probably just end up on his back in the alley outside letting every guy that walked by stick his dick in him. So, he's getting pounded by the biggest boxer in the place right now. Ray loves fucking Dex because he can take an eleven inch cock," Bax told me. I really resisted letting my jaw drop open. Eleven inches? Damn. Dex is a slut.
"So what do we do in the meantime?" I asked. Bax pulled out his phone and waved it at me. I took his cue and started checking messages.
Once my phone turned on I realized that I'd bailed on making a few phone calls today. Crap. I stepped outside and called the attorney Drago's dad hired, Charles Upton. He gave me shit for a few minutes for being so irresponsible. I apologized for being so lackadaisical and blamed my head injury.
"That's what the label is afraid of--that you won't be able to handle the responsibilities of recording and touring," he said.
"I'm totally ready to take on every challenge, Mr. Upton. I will make sure that I don't let anyone down," I said. I wasn't 100% sure that I meant what I said, but it sounded good. Apparently Mr. Upton agreed because he backed off.
"When can you get to LA?" he asked.
"January, at the soonest," I said.
"Okay, at least that hasn't changed. Would you be open to allowing a substitute guitarist work with the band for live appearances until you get here?"
"Uh, what would that mean exactly?"
"It's just a guy who plays your music with the band at all of the live shows we've booked. He won't be in the band or own any of the music. He's basically freelance--we'll use him as much as we need to and then he's gone," Upton explained. I thought about it for a second.
"Sure, whatever is best for the band," I said.
"Great! And, Vin, this is what is best for the band. You guys need to build up a positive reputation around LA to ensure that you'll make money selling music and touring. Especially touring, that's where the money's at," he said. "So, what are you doing to keep busy while you're in Boulder?"
"Actually, I'm in Greeley now and I'm doing some BJJ and boxing. I also joined another band, just temporarily, and we have a standing gig on Fridays and Saturdays," I said.
"Wait, you're not living with Drago anymore?" Upton nearly yelled at me.
"Uh, no, I'm living with my mom for a while," I replied.
"Shit, that's not going to work. Are you and Drago still together?"
"Yeah, of course, I just met my mom and my brothers and sisters so I'm taking some time to get to know them."
"Okay. Well, what we need to do is get you an assistant. Someone who is responsible for keeping you on the right track. Driving you to doctor's appointments, keeping up with all of your health issues so that we can make sure that you are healthy enough to travel in January."
"An assistant? Who?"
"I'll figure that out, don't worry about it. I'll have him call you as soon as I can get things arranged. Yes, I have someone in mind that will work out better than Drago anyway. I liked that Drago is pre-med, but this kid is in his second year of law school. He'll understand the legal ramifications of certain things," Upton said. I could practically hear the wheels turning as he thought it out. Crap. I don't want a handler, er uh, assistant. Just what I need, another person bossing me around.
"I'm okay with that except I don't want some dude following me around and stuff," I said.
"Of course not. Now, the label is going to be pleased to hear that you're doing BJJ. I may not mention boxing for now, but the discipline you'll gain from BJJ will make you more marketable to the label," Upton said. I knew that the discipline thing would come in handy.
"Cool, is that everything?" I asked, hoping to end this conversation and hang up.
"Yes, I think I have everything I need now. I'll clear everything up with the label and your band mates, get the studio guitarist on board, hire your assistant...yes, everything is definitely coming together, Alvin. Do you have any questions?" Upton asked.
"No, I'm good," I answered in a bored tone. C'mon dude, I'm so ready to end this call.
"Okay then. I'll have your assistant call ASAP and we will talk again on Thursday or Friday," he told me. Finally, I can hang up gracefully.
"Alright, talk to you then," I said and ended the call. Well, that's taken care of. Actually, it will be nice to have an assistant. He can worry about all the stuff that needs to be done and I can do what I want. Plus, this will take a lot of pressure off of Drago and we can get back to being boyfriends. I hope the guy isn't too much of a douche.
I saw that Drago had texted so I decided to call him back. I wanted to let him know about my new assistant.
"Hey babe," Drago answered. "I'm really glad you called."
"Hey. Are you sure you didn't mean surprised I called?" I teased him.
"Ha. Well, sort of. What's up?"
"So, the lawyer from LA just told me he's hiring me an assistant so you don't have to do all that stuff for me anymore."
"No way! So he's going to keep track of all of your doctor's appointments? And your physical therapy? And your medications? And all of the stuff Dr. Winters needs?"
"Yeah. Some law student, I think. But the best part is that you don't have to and it won't be a source of friction between us anymore."
"That's awesome! I wish I'd thought of it myself. Don't scare the guy away, okay?"
"Ha, you're funny."
"So, are you coming down for Halloween?"
"Hmmmm....well, my sexy boyfriend, yes, I'll come down. How about I spend the weekend with you?" I offered, suddenly realizing how much I miss Drago. Not Bossy Drago, but my boyfriend Drago.
"That's so great. I cannot wait to see you. And the whole weekend?"
"Sure. Come get me on Friday and I'll have my brothers pick me up on Sunday."
"Nice. How's 3:00 on Friday sound?"
"I can make that work. I can't wait to see you either."
"Babe, do you think you could come home every other weekend?" Drago asked in a pleading tone. I really do miss him. Everything's been so fucked up lately and I kind of ran away to avoid confronting him about it. Not that he even deserved being confronted. I'm really glad that attorney came up with this assistant plan.
"Yeah, I can do that," I said. I'm going to miss out on some stuff with my brothers but the last thing I want to do is fuck up what me and Drago have any more than I already have. I mean, I'm not giving up sex with Bax and Dex and I'm not moving back anytime soon, but I need to make sure that Drago and I are okay. Besides, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Great! Wow, this is like the best thing that's happened in forever. I'm so glad you called and we worked this all out. Hey, do you want to have dinner with my parents sometime this weekend? They miss you, too," he said.
"Sure, or maybe lunch on Saturday?" I said. I know I've been all gaga about my mom and siblings, but Drago's mom and dad are still my mom and dad, too. I don't know why I've been so distant lately. Maybe I should talk to Dr. Winters about that.
"Yeah, I'll set it up. Alvin, I love you," he blurted out. I could tell that he was excited that I'd called and that we were able to work things out. I wonder if he thought we were going to break up. I don't want that. I know that now. Drago is my soulmate. I can't believe I almost threw that away.
"I love you, Drago. You're my everything," I said. I mean it, too. I guess I needed some space to see that. Thank God he didn't dump my ass even though I probably deserve it. "Hey, I gotta go," I said when I saw Bax and Dex walk out toward the car. "I'll text you tomorrow night, okay?"
"Definitely," he said and I ended the call. All in all, a very productive twenty minutes.
"Sup, bro," Bax called out as I ran over to meet him and Dex.
"Sup," I said and we fist bumped. "You're walking funny," I said to Dex as we fist bumped.
"Fuck you," he said blushing.
"No, I'm certainly not the one who got fucked here," I said laughing. Bax started laughing, too, but Dex gave us both dirty looks.
"Screw both of you guys," he said and he started walking faster. Bax and I kept laughing. Bax doesn't really remind me of Shel, my old best friend, but our closeness reminds me of what Shel and I had together. The inside jokes, laughing together over goofy shit, sharing secrets...it feels good to have that again. I think Drago and I depended on one another too much after we got together. It's helping to have a best friend that isn't Drago. A best friend with benefits, ha.
Dex was waiting in the back seat when we got to the car. Bax got in and drove us home. I wonder if Dex even has a driver's license. How funny that Bax drives us both around. I think it reinforces that he's in charge--to him anyway. I like to think that I'm at least halfway in charge, ha.
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