Disclaimer: despite the punny title, this story is NOT based on any comic book title, character or property. It is an original piece of fiction and any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.
This is a reality similar to our own; a universe of infinitive possibilities, of extraordinary powers and incredible circumstances. The SEX Men is a group of elite agents... and also amateurs. Together they must use their abilities against a powerful enemy.
The SEX Men Vol. 1 : Issue. 7 Do As You're Told!
FALLING VERY SLOWLY
The wreckage of the plane spun wildly from an explosive epicentre.
Hugh looked down at it.
Down? That couldn't be right! Was he falling up?
Hugh couldn't tell what was up and what was down. He felt sick to his stomach and weak. He felt. So very. Weak. But someone strong was holding onto him, giving him strength.
Steve was trying to hold tight to Hugh as they fell through the fucking sky. Falling took a long time. Steve was reminded of Alice in Wonderland: either the well was very deep or he was falling very slowly. Falling didn't really bother Steve. The sudden stop at the bottom was something of a concern though.
Hugh and Steve were joined in their journey to the ground by Angelo, Matt, Cyrus and Jeffrey. They had escaped the plane just seconds before it was hit but the missile. Hugh was a very talented young man who was capable of translocating himself all over the world. He was even capable of translocating himself and Steve across the globe. However, the effort of moving himself, Max and Jay had been taxing – himself and two other people had been the maximum output of his ability so far and that had been just this morning.
Thus, translocating himself and five other people had been...
Hugh looked down at it.
Down? That couldn't be right! Was he falling up?
"Hugh, translocate us to the ground!" Jeffrey shouted.
Even with their earpieces, they needed to shout to hear each other.
"No... no... no!" Matt shouted.
"...No... no... no!" Angelo yelled.
Matt swam through the air towards Hugh, at least that's what it looked like.
"Hugh, Newton's first law," Matt warned.
A body will remain in motion at a constant speed unless acted upon by a force.
Hugh understood immediately – in fact thinking about it helped to clear the fog. His translocation ability embodied conservation of momentum; the speed at which something departed when he translocated was the speed at which it arrived.
"What?" Jeffrey asked.
"It takes about twelve seconds to reach terminal velocity, that's the fastest something can freefall," Angelo explained concisely. "If Hugh translocates us now, we'll hit the ground at the same speed as if we fall for another few minutes."
"Well fuck me, now what are we going to do?" Cyrus asked.
"Hugh! Do you remember I pointed out where the parachutes are in the equipment room? Back at the Racetrack?" Angelo reminded him. "Hugh, I know you're tired. I know it's hard but you need to bring them to us now."
After moving six people, pulling the parachutes was easy. He was still exhausted though. A few seconds later a parachute appeared on the back of each of the falling team members.
"Listen carefully. To deploy the parachute, pull this cord," Matt instructed Steve and Hugh.
Cyrus was giving Jeffrey a brief guide.
As former Air Force officers, they were experienced with parachutes. Angelo, despite his angelic name and the fact he metaphorically had wings, could not fly but he did know how to steer a parachute.
"Ok, everyone. Let's do this," Matt said.
Matt waited while Hugh and Steve pulled the cords to deploy their parachutes, followed by Jeffrey and then Angelo. Matt and Cyrus supervised, waiting until last to observe the success of the others. They shared eye contact for a few seconds before pulling their cords too and floating safely to the ground under the canvas canopy.
IN DISGUISE
The difficult thing about being in disguise is that it can only really be removed once. Max was dressed like most of the soldiers who were on active duty – full combat gear with a vest, helmet and goggles that would have been a successful disguise even without reinforcement from Milo's memory mumbo jumbo.
Max was walking behind Timmy, Jay and Milo and an entourage of other soldiers for protection. Timmy was taking them to see Mr Renton-Mass and the way he strutted like a peacock suggested he was very pleased with himself. Max wanted to kill Timmy but once he revealed himself, the disguise would be useless and he still had work to do.
Jay and Milo were, Max felt, in no immediate danger. Nevertheless, he reached forward and surreptitiously plucked the earpiece from Milo's ear – the boy looked at him. It took Milo only a moment to recognise Max beneath the soldiers uniform, the helmet and the combat goggles. He had after all spotted him in the locker room. Max flashed him a thumbs up and Milo, uncharacteristically, remained silent as the entourage continued towards Mr Renton-Mass's office.
Max was making a mental list of the things he needed to do now that he was alone: save Jay and Milo, locate and save Raphael, kill Timmy and learn more about Jethro Renton-Mass (and ideally frustrate his plans somehow).
Max regretted joining the team, if he was honest. He owed it to Cyrus to help rescue him but Matt and Angelo, as he had tried to warn them, had only put more people in danger. Nothing had gone according to plan. Max reflected on this as they approached Jethro's office.
After the NX-01 had landed, Max had gone his own way. It involved his favourite thing... ok, his second favourite thing... because his favourite thing was sex. In fact, sex was how he came by the disguise a few hours ago.
"I just think we should talk when I get back," Max said.
He was communicating via his inner ear implant but not with the rest of the SEX Men – with his handler Kash who was in the Bunker miles away from the De Burs Air Force Base.
"Like, over dinner or during foreplay?" Kash joked.
"Is this us saving the conversation for later?" Max asked dryly.
"Sorry," Kash chuckled. "How's the mission going?"
"Well, I left teams one and two about fifteen minutes ago. Team one are off to liberate Cyrus from the brig. Team two are trying to locate Raphael and Jay is trying find out more about Jethro and the base," Max responded.
"So, how is the mission going?" Kash repeated.
"Dunno. Shambolically, I'd imagine," Max criticised.
Max had worked his way around the side of one of the main buildings in the compound. His inner ear implant had been uploaded with some neat software that interfaced with electronic locks to bypass them without an access card. The secure door opened after a few seconds.
"I'm inside. Have I mentioned you're a genius lately?" Max asked.
"Yea, about ten minutes ago when I gave you the X203 hack," Kash responded.
The X203 was a fighter jet that Mr Renton-Mass had parked on the base. Max had spent a few minutes exploring it before heading inside. Coupled with the air defence systems, De Burs was clearly not as decommissioned as it was supposed to be. However, the X203 was equipped with CIC remote override; it allowed a Command (and) Information Centre to take control of the craft and with a little help from Kash, Max had taken the necessary steps to seize remote access it if the opportunity or disaster presented itself.
"Yea, well, I was flirting," Max answered.
"I appreciate it." Kash said.
Max had reached a door with an access panel that he expected to turn green on his approach. Kash had programmed his inner ear implant to bypass any security door within range but this one didn't budge.
"The door won't open," Max complained.
"Ok, just a sec..." Kash said. "Yea, it won't open."
Max half huffed and half sniggered at the cheeky reply.
"Darling, why won't it open?" Max asked.
"Darling?" Kash chuckled. "Anyway. It's got too many security features. In fact I'm uploading an update to your implant to stop it trying. It nearly trigged an alarm with too many failed access attempts."
"So, I need to get an access card from someone?" Max asked.
"Shouldn't be too hard. Just ask nicely," Kash said. "Or use that seduction ability of yours?"
"I thought it was just natural charm," Max said as he retraced his steps and looked for someone to deceive.
"Works on me," Kash admitted and Max could almost hear him blush. "Max..."
Whatever Kash was about to say sounded heartfelt but he never got the chance to talk.
"Who are you?" said a voice.
"Who, me?" Max said.
Ahead, Max saw a young man in his late twenties who had emerged from one of the adjacent corridors. He was wearing an all-black uniform including a helmet with goggles sitting atop it and body armour. And he had an assault rifle in his hands pointed at Max.
"Yes, you!" the soldier said irritably.
"Max, are you ok?" Kash asked. "You need me to get the others to your location?"
The last thing Max wanted was help from anyone in the team. He wished he'd come to rescue Cyrus himself.
"No. You don't recognise me?" Max asked the soldier hopefully.
Milo's memory manipulation was supposed to have implanted recall of belonging for everyone in the team into the heads of the soldiers on the base. In fairness to the daft kid, that sounded like a tall order and there must be some people less susceptible to suggestion than others.
"Sure, I recognise you," the soldier said.
"Cool," Max replied.
Milo's ability had worked. He was an impressive kid and Max could see his value to the team if he ever grew up.
"This is a restricted area," the soldier added.
"Fuck," Max muttered.
Which gave Max an idea. He wasn't exactly sure how his seductive abilities worked but he'd never really need to make much effort before so he just did what came naturally and turned on the charm.
"I hope you're not restricted, soldier," Max said.
"Oh god. If you're gonna be flirting I'm going to get on with something else," Kash said.
"You're the only guy for me," Max said before Kash signed off. "You always will be."
"Hmm," Kash replied.
The sentiment was undersold by Max seducing another man but he understood the gesture of the comment. Max had never made a personal or romantic promise to Kash but he was trying to now – sex was a part of his job but emotional investment was something he was making with Kash.
Max heard a click in his inner ear implant as his connection to the Bunker went into standby, he could reopen it by tapping his fingers together once he was done with the soldier.
"You're pretty cocky for a guy who's in a place he's not supposed to be," the soldier replied.
"Oh, I can squeeze into places I'm not supposed to be," Max said.
Max stepped towards the soldier, the barrel of his weapon dipping.
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Max asked.
The soldier laughed at the clumsy use of a classic line. Except it wasn't clumsy – it was very effective. The soldier checked Max out – his muscular arms bulged inside the skin-tight back layer covering his chest and arms. Although his chest was also covered by body armour, he obviously had a great physique. Max stepped closer still and the soldier had taken his finger off the trigger and allowed his weapon to dangle from its strap around his neck.
"It is a gun," the soldier said. "But I am happy to see..."
Max kissed the young man. He was a good ten years younger than Max. He had stubble on his chin and green eyes topped with fair, almost invisible, eyebrows. Max still couldn't feel anything particularly remarkable about his seduction but now that he was aware of his ability, seducing men like this soldier or any of a hundred other times he'd used sex in a tight spot made more sense.
The soldier kissed Max back, feeling his tongue against Max's. He put his hands on Max's arms as Max pushed him against the wall.
"Oh my fuck," the soldier said.
Max hadn't even asked his name. How rude.
"Are there any other restricted areas I can get into," Max said seductively.
"Like..." the soldier asked.
"Like your ass," Max interrupted.
"Here?" he asked.
"No time like the present," Max suggested.
The soldier hesitated but he also felt something for Max – attraction and a loss of inhibition and indiscretion. He slipped the strap of his weapon off his neck and lowered his gun to the floor and then unbuttoned his trousers.
Max unbuttoned his trousers too and pulled them open to expose his cock. It was floppy and half hard and already impressively big. The soldier stroked it and it grew to a massive ten inches.
"Holy fuck," the soldier said.
"If you insist," Max replied.
Max spun the young man around and yanked his trousers and underwear down. The soldier had nice legs – lean thighs and thin calves and a decent sized ass. Max spread the peachy cheeks to check out the hole and grinned at the sight of the beautiful, pink, puckered sphincter.
Max smeared the hole with precum from his cock, jerking his own ten inches to release more natural lube for penetration. Seducing the guard had been so easy that Max contemplated how he could weaponize seduction more effectively in the future. He'd never really put his mind to it before. Did he need to go all the way, was fucking really necessary or was he just having sex with the young man because he liked having sex?
The hole was nice and slippery now but Max was gentle as he pressed the head of his massive cock against the sphincter and began to ease in. The soldier groaned and moaned but with pleasure.
It occurred to Max that they were still stood in the concrete corridor – if anyone else came along, could he seduce them too? Would he be able to? There must have been an easier way to get what he wanted from the young man.
Realistically, as an expert in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship, he could have disarmed the lad and knocked him out. This was a more fun way of getting what he wanted though. What Max wanted was the uniform, his access card and information. And also to not be shot. He didn't really want to die on this mission if it could be avoided. Max unclipped the soldier's armour as he slowly pushed in, not ready to thrust too hard but building up to that.
"I want to see you naked," Max said.
"Here?" the young man responded with trepidation.
"Are we going to be interrupted?" Max asked.
"No, this is my patrol," he replied.
"Then yes, here," Max said.
The soldier began to help with his own undressing – compliant as he was seduced and excited by Max's sexual prowess. Or was that powers? The soldier removed the armour and then he removed his black ACU jacket, slipping it off so that it fell onto Max's cock as he pulled seven of his ten inches out of the soldier's ass. Max slipped it to the floor and then pulled the young man's t-shirt off so he was topless.
Wow! The young man had a nice back, the nape of his neck had downy, fair hair on it. The soldier remained bent over, his arms bracing him against the wall as he was fucked by Max's ten-inch cock. Max was thrusting now – long, deep strokes. His cock felt like it was getting jerked off by a warm, tight grip.
"So, why is this area restricted?" Max asked.
"High security prisoner," the soldier said.
Shit, Max thought. That meant either Cyrus or Raphael or both were not where they should be.
"I thought this was data storage?" Max asked – he'd studied the plans for the De Burs Airforce Base and this was certainly not meant to be a place for incarceration.
"It was. But most of it is offsite now, cloud storage..." the soldier moaned and panted.
Max reached around and caressed the man's chest, pinching his nipple. The lad almost jumped thought the ceiling with excitement as his sensitive nipples were gently squeezed. Max filed away the cloud storage for later actioning.
"Do you have access to the restricted area?" Max enquired.
"Oh! Ohh!" the soldier replied. "My access card will get you into the corridor, yea."
"Good," Max said.
Max pulled his cock out and the soldier looked around with disappointment. His eyes were glued to the monster cock though – it was really very, very big! Max thought the young man looked sweet – topless and trousers around his ankles. It was the first chance Max had to see the young man's cock – five and a half inches and sticking out from a small patch of pubes. His balls were furry and big. Max had never been one to be judgemental about penis size. They came in shapes and sizes and Max had enjoyed little pricks, average dicks and colossal cocks.
"Take them off," Max said of the soldier's trousers.
The soldier obeyed, removing his boots first and hopping from leg to leg to get everything off. Max wished he could send Kash a picture because the naked soldier was really very cute. As the trousers finally came off, Max reflected that his seduction powers had a mind control quality to it – persuasion or suggestion that compelled men to be compliant. To act in ways they shouldn't or wouldn't normally.
"Jerk off for me," Max asked softly.
The soldier wanted to impress Max. He washed he could cum in Max's mouth. He wanted to spurt for the sexy black man standing in front of him. The soldier stroked his dick while Max watched him, closing his eyes as he massaged the head and pulled the foreskin back in a rhythm that made him climax with milky ropes of jizz.
If his dick was average at best, his cumshot more than made up for it. His dick unloaded a flood of creamy spunk, pumping ten voluminous spurts onto the floor between him and Max. Max wished he'd guzzled the creamy spunk – watching it land on the floor seemed like such a waste of good food. Max had stood with his cock still out the whole time to give the lad something nice to look at and because there was no point putting his dick away when he planned to change uniform.
Seducing the guard hadn't just been about having an impromptu sexual liaison or getting information, it had been about a disguise. Max regretted what he was about to do but it had to be done.
"That was amazing," Max complimented sincerely.
"Thanks," the soldier replied.
Then Max reached into a pocket of his trousers and pulled out a small pistol-like device. Max and the adults in the team had come with firearms but agreed to avoid using them if possible. It wasn't that Max (or Angelo, Matt or Jeffrey) had any objection to killing per se; however, shooting first left no room to escalate things later and shooting first was noisy, disruptive and on a base with so many soldiers, would only make things harder.
The pistol-like device was a Taser that was not commercially available. It wasn't available to most police or military personnel. Max shot the unfortunate soldier in the chest – the poor lad was shocked and stunned, quite literally. Seducing him had given Max the opportunity to test his ability again and strip a handsome man for his uniform and to compensate him with sex. Stunning him was necessary because unlike Jeffrey, he couldn't actually control minds.
Max couldn't just tell the lad to stay where he was and stay quiet. The naked soldier dropped to the floor, convulsing painfully for a few seconds before he settled into a painless unconsciousness.
Max pulled up his trousers while dragging the soldier to the nearest door. He used the soldier's access card to open it and then heaved the nude body inside. Max took his own clothes off, regretting that he was losing his team uniform, and dressed in the soldier's Risico Militia uniform. Moving around would be much easier, no longer depending on Milo's memory patch, and now he had an access card that he could use without scrutiny. Dressed, Max left the soldier, who should be unconscious for several hours, tied up in the restricted room.
"Kash?" Max said as he tapped his fingers together to reactivate his inner ear implant. "I need you to look into a cloud storage accessible from this base."
"Ok. I'll get back to you," Kash replied. "Max, I've been observing the base... It looks like Timmy has Jay in custody."
Kash had been watching using satellite coverage that was not strictly speaking legal but as a high-ranking secret service official, what was legal or illegal had a functional grey area.
"Fuck," Max replied as he clipped the strap of the helmet under his chin and pulled the goggles over his eyes. "Where?"
Kash gave Max direction to find the boy. As much as Max would have liked to explore the restricted area while he was here, he had other priorities – saving Jay and killing Timmy closely followed by blowing up this stupid base and frustrating Mr Renton-Mass's influence. So much to do and so little time. If he had time, he would return to the secure door. Now, he picked up the semi-automatic rifle and went to find Jay and Timmy.
Max found Jay but he couldn't free him while Timmy and multiple soldiers were all around them. Max felt a deep sense of frustration with the whole mission. The mission had been complicated by the involvement of such a large, admirably talented team. The team was also inexperienced and untested.
Too many things were going wrong.
Max insinuated himself into the protection detail guarding Jay and Timmy. Patience paid in this game and Max could be very patient. Then Timmy was called to the locker room where they found Milo. For fucksake! The first bit of good news was that Cyrus had been rescued. Max regretted his acrimonious words to Matt – blaming him for endangering the boys but now it was up to him to save them.
He told Matt, Angelo, Cyrus, Jeffrey, Steve and Hugh to go home and leave the rest of the mission to him. He scowled as Timmy teased the naked brothers – Max's teammates were nothing but playthings to the malevolent boy.
"You two are too cute," Timmy had said as he led Jay and Milo out of the locker room. "I'm going to have so much fun."
Max's reflection on the last few hours ended as Timmy entered Mr Renton-Mass's office, with Jay and Milo and a handful of security (and Max) joining them. His helmet and goggles hid most of his face, an effective disguise even if Milo hadn't patched everyone's memory.
Timmy was rather pleased with himself. Jethro Renton-Mass however, was in a foul mood.
"I've just killed the rest of their team," Jethro said callously.
Jay and Milo were stunned into silence (yes, even Milo was speechless) while Timmy shrugged indifferently. Max felt a stab of regret – maybe if he hadn't told them to leave, things would have been different.
"Unfortunately, you can't just destroy a private plane in Albion airspace without answering difficult questions," Jethro added. "So go away while I think about how to deal with this."
Max smirked – it was reassuring to know that while Jethro was a weasel of a politician, he wasn't all powerful. If Max could make enough noise on the base, maybe he could frustrate Jethro's plans indefinitely?
"What do you want me to do with the brothers?" Timmy asked.
Jethro Renton-Mass looked at them as if noticing them for the first time.
"I'm sorry about your friends," Jethro said and he almost sounded like he meant it. "I don't care what you do with them, Timmy."
"Cool," Timmy replied. "Let's go and play."
LIKE A PUP WITH TWO TAILS
Timmy ushered Jay and Milo into his private quarters. Outside, one of the guards seemed about to come inside but Timmy slammed the door in his face. Shame, the guy looked hot! Timmy wondered what he looked like when he wasn't dressed head to toe in black with a combat helmet and goggles – maybe he would check him out later? Make the guard get naked but leave the helmet and goggles on just for fun? For now Timmy had two sex naked brothers to entertain him.
"Are our friends really dead?" Jay asked.
"What?" Timmy replied disinterestedly. "Oh, I'd assume so. That's what Mr Renton-Mass said, isn't it?"
"But they were nice," Milo said sadly.
"I can be nice too," Timmy said. "Do you want to meet my pet?"
Milo's eyes brightened so Timmy patted his thighs as one would if summoning a dog. A moment later a pup emerged. Not a dog. Not a puppy. A pup. The young man was nearly naked – dressed in black briefs, little black boots, black kneepads and gloves that were padded on top so he could still use his hands but walk on his fists for comfort. On his head, the young man had a mask with big eyes and ears, a soft snout and a dog collar around his neck. On the collar, the name LOKI was printed in bold. The final feature was a tail that poked through a tear in the arse of the briefs; the tail was attached to a buttplug.
"Oh my god!" Milo squealed delightedly. "You have a puppy? Wait, why is that guy dressed like a puppy?
"He's my subwoofer," Timmy replied.
Milo erupted in giggles.
"Sub... woofer..." Milo repeated, looking at Jay. "It's funny because subwoofer is also an audio..."
Jay was looking at Milo sharply and the fifteen-year-old realised he was forgetting the danger of their predicament.
"Hey! You're the bad guy!" Milo accused Timmy.
Timmy shrugged and stooped to pet the pup. The young man was very skinny, with beautifully long neck and long, spindly limbs. If the lad had been a puppy, he'd have been a greyhound. The young man panted happily, and shook his ass so the tail wagged. Timmy stroked the pup's head and tickled his neck. The pup seemed happy but was he only happy because Timmy had told him to be?
Jeffrey had suggested mind control couldn't change someone's nature – was the man's nature to be submissive and Timmy made him more so? Or was the pup under a malevolent influence. Timmy seemed like he could be a spiteful and punishing master.
Timmy stroked the pup's back and slipped his hand into the briefs to slide a finger into the smooth crack of his twinky little friend.
The pup looked up at the pretty naked boys. The closest of the pair was younger and taller but boyish and the other lad had a fraternal resemblance. The older boy was nearly the same height but more developed, laddish rather than boyish. They were both good looking and naked and the pup liked the look of the dangling genitals between their legs.
"I think he's eying up your balls," Timmy said. "You like playing with balls, don't you?"
Loki panted and wiggled his butt, sending the tail wagging.
"Can I pet him?" Milo asked as he watched Timmy patronising the pup.
"Sure," Timmy said. "Sit!"
The pup sat back on his hind legs – his smooth chest on display while his package created little more than an outline inside the black briefs. Milo squatted to stroke the surprisingly soft head of the pups mask and his warm, smooth back. The boy couldn't stop himself from tickling the pup's tummy.
"You're so handsome," Milo said with awe. "Who's a handsome boy?"
The young man behind the mask grinned happily at the compliment. Loki liked having his head patted and his back stroked. The boy doing it was cute but young and Loki could see Milo's pits were sparse and his pubes short but not shaved. More than once (more than a few times), Timmy had ordered Loki to fuck boys like Milo while he watched.
Meanwhile, Timmy stood back and watched the interaction – the naked little Milo was so adorable it made him want to break the kid. Without looking at Jay, he could tell big brother was more mature and level headed. Jay's seriousness was undermined by the fact he was naked.
"With all due respect, which is none," Jay addressed Timmy. "What do you want from me and Milo?"
Timmy looked at Jay with a sour expression – he wasn't used to disrespect and knew he could be quick to temper. He remained calm for now – giving Jay a break. After all, his friends had just been blown to smithereens.
"Milo, stand up. Loki, how old are you?" Timmy addressed the pup as Milo got to his feet.
"Twenty-five," Loki replied – his voice soft and submissive.
"Milo is a fifteen-year-old boy," Timmy said.
The pup's eyes went wide – unsettled by the mention of Milo's age but he also knew that Timmy liked to use age in an act of spite. He'd been saying he was anywhere from fourteen to eighteen for three years. It was hard to tell what the truth was with a dishonest mind controller.
"Sniff Milo's balls," Timmy commanded the pup.
Still sitting on his heels, Loki leaned in to press his snout into Milo's groin. His nose prodded the almost hairless balls and he breathed in the scent of the boy. Lovie could feel the weight of Milo's testicles and penis on his muzzle. Loki couldn't resist sticking out his tongue to like the teenage balls.
"Right, if you're done molesting a fifteen-year-old, you can leave now," Timmy said spitefully.
Admonished, Loki dropped onto all fours and the young man crawled to the door. The pup reached up and turned the handle, with a little difficulty because of the gloves, and exited the room. Timmy's quarters were spacious and the manipulative young man strutted around as if he were unstoppable. He turned back to Jay and Milo with a wicked grin.
"You guys are brothers?" Timmy asked conversationally.
They nodded – they didn't have to – Timmy hadn't forced them to answer but of all the things they were expecting from Timmy that question seemed benign.
"I've always wanted to play with brothers. Make them do something really filthy," Timmy said thoughtfully.
Jay was grateful that Milo didn't blurt out that they already did filthy stuff together. Milo seemed sullen again – uplifted by the pup and then let down with the knowledge that everyone else in the SEX Men was dead. Except Max, who said he'd save them, but where was he?
"Stand next to each other," Timmy asked. "Now."
Timmy was annoyed that he'd needed mind control to even get them standing next to each other. The brothers wouldn't even obey a simple instruction without being compelled? What was their problem? Well... apart from the fact all their friends were dead. The boys were interesting – Milo, the little brother, was at least an inch taller that Jay but remarkably more boyish.
"So, how big are you?" Timmy asked Milo, touching his dick delicately.
"Oh... like... six foot?" Milo replied.
"I meant how big are you in bed," Timmy chuckled while still fiddling with Milo's penis.
"Still six foot but... horizontal," Milo said earnestly.
Jay was trying not to laugh while Timmy couldn't decide if Milo was amusing or irritating.
"Get on your knees," Timmy ordered Milo. "I want you to shove your face in your big brothers crotch."
Milo obeyed, kneeling and putting his hands on Jay's hips before rubbing his face all over Jay's groin. Jay's penis and balls smeared across on Milo's nose and lips. Timmy was enjoying this. Milo was enjoying it too but it felt strange to do things with Jay while someone watched. Milo was also aware of Timmy's coercion though he wasn't able to resist. Not that he would have resisted.
"Open your mouth, Milo. Jay, put your penis in your little brother's mouth," Timmy said.
Milo preferred being the top, that was his only complaint. Not that he hadn't sucked Jay or rimmed him but Milo liked to be in control. Jay's flaccid prick entered his mouth and Milo licked and suckled on it like a nipple or an udder.
"You two are disgusting!" Timmy accused them. "Imagine letting your own brother suck your dick. Imagine letting your brother put his willy in your mouth."
Even Milo was savvy enough to not mention they did this with each other even without mind control. They could tell Timmy was relishing his domination over them – coercing them and trying to belittle them. It didn't help that Jay was getting hard as his little brother sucked on the flaccid and now semi-hard penis.
"You're getting hard, Jay," Timmy observed. "Milo must be a good cocksucker."
"Timmy, you don't have to do this," Jay said gently – appealing to Timmy's better nature, if he had one. "I don't expect you to join or help us but you don't have to take Mr Renton-Mass's side either."
Timmy laughed at Jay, it was a scornful and dismissive sneer.
"I like myself this way," Timmy replied. "You can get up now, Milo."
Milo stood up, with Jay hard and Milo sporting a semi-erect penis too.
"I like controlling people, Jay. I like making them do things they would never do," Timmy continued. "Grab Milo's throat."
Jay turned and wrapped his hands around Milo's neck. Milo squeaked and trembled as Jay fought against the impulse but literally could not stop himself. The grip was not a squeeze – Milo was in no immediate danger but Timmy was making a point.
"I could make you kill him," Timmy said flatly. "If any of your friends were still alive, I could make you kill them too."
"Please don't," Jay pleaded.
"Lucky for you, I'm having too much fun," Timmy replied. "Let him go."
Timmy's face turned from malign to playful in a split second; the effect was so jarring that one could have doubted anything had happened.
"You're kinda mean," Milo said, rubbing his throat.
"Yea I know," Timmy said.
"You don't have to be mean. Have you tried being nice?" Milo offered helpfully.
"Have you tried being quiet?" Timmy asked sarcastically – but not commandingly.
"Once or twice. But I didn't like it..." Milo reported, missing the sarcasm.
"Shut up!" Timmy demanded and Milo's voice immediately stopped.
The boy looked confused as he was unable to verbally communicate and he looked at Jay with a slightly panicked expression. Then he started flapping his hands about.
"What is he doing now?" Timmy testily asked Jay.
Timmy watched Milo flashing his hands and fingers in a series of organised gestures.
"He says it's mean to stop him talking because talking is one of his favourite things," Jay reported and Timmy's gaze turned on him. "Oh, Milo knows sign language."
"Why would he know sign language?" Timmy asked through gritted teeth.
"He was watching videos about panda conservation," Jay replied as if that answered the question.
It didn't seem worth it to explain the algorithmic blackhole of VidTube and how it could lead even organised people astray and Milo was not organised.
"Fine! You can fucking talk," Timmy relented to Milo. "Is he always this annoying?"
"I choose to find it endearing," Jay said earnestly.
"Well, if you don't stop it, you're going to get a spanking," Timmy warned.
Milo however, did not take this as the threat it was intended. In fact, he rubbed his hands with glee.
"Guess what I'm going to get?" Milo asked excitedly.
"On my nerves?" Timmy answered darkly.
Jay put his hand on Milo's shoulder and little brother stilled. Milo was daft but he wasn't stupid – he knew how to play dumb and was learning quickly about Timmy's ability, his motivations and how to pacify him.
"You know, if you let me use my abilities, I could create a fantastic memory for you," Milo proposed helpfully.
"If I want a fantastic scenario that feels real but isn't, I'll book myself a VIRTUE," Timmy replied.
Virtual Immersive Reality Total Unified Experience was the most realistic VR company in the world; one that Timmy was aware of because of both his father and Mr Renton-Mass's interests in technology.
"Besides, I have reality. And in reality, I can have whatever I demand," Timmy said. "Are you a virgin, Milo?"
Milo gulped at the non sequitur and Jay looked at his little brother with a sense of what was about to happen. Milo manages to surprise Jay with his response.
"Yes," the teenager lied.
Jay barely reacted to the falsehood and was impressed that Milo had picked up on what would appeal to Timmy's twisted mind. Jay had fucked Milo seven months ago – Milo losing his virginity at fourteen. If Milo had told the truth, Timmy would have looked for another way to humiliate the pair.
"Wouldn't it be nice if your big brother was the first person to spread that hole?" Timmy grinned.
"Eh... I dunno..." Milo replied.
As much as he liked fucking Jay, he'd never been fucked. He was anxious about it.
"I'd love to see that..." Timmy enthused and then laughed. "I'd love to not see it too."
His mischievous tone confused Milo but Jay had already figured out what was coming next.
"Jay, turn invisible but do not try to escape," Timmy admitted.
Jay would never abandon Milo so the second order was unnecessary. Jay vanished and Timmy was fascinated by the total absence of the eighteen-year-old. He reached for the space that the invisible teenager occupied and felt the soft, warm skin.
"That is so cool," Timmy admitted. "We are going to have so much fun."
VANISHING ACT
"Both of you come here, please," Timmy demanded.
The young man pointed to a spot just in front of him. Timmy gave Milo and his invisible brother a few seconds to comply.
"Take my clothes off," Timmy said.
Over the next minute or two, Jay and Milo worked together to divest Timmy of all his clothes and Timmy stopped them only when they got to his underwear.
"Jay, lick my belly button," Timmy commanded.
Timmy felt invisible lips kissing his navel and then felt but could not see a tongue poke around inside the little oval. Timmy giggled and watched at Milo stood idle – his dick was half-hard and his balls were almost hairless. What a sight to behold.
"I'm going to sit down for a bit," Timmy said. "Jay, you can turn visible again and start kissing your brother."
Timmy leaned back in a chair and watched as the two tall and handsome brothers kissed with a passion he had not compelled. Their lips and tongues smacked and swiped and Timmy would have enjoyed the sight if they had been strangers or lovers but knowing they shared a fraternal bond amplified the taboo for Timmy in a way he found very satisfying.
Milo was hard so his boner prodded Jay's leg. Jay was half hard, the thick but saggy dick drooping between himself and Milo. Milo was younger by nearly three and a half years but just a hair shorter than six foot, an inch taller than Jay.
Milo was a cute twink of a kid compared to Jay who was something of a twunk.
"Come here and kiss me," Timmy said.
Jay and Milo both obeyed, approaching Timmy and taking turns to kiss his lips. With a boy on each side of him, he reached out and stroked their bare skin and squeezed their buttocks. Jay's kissing was firmer with nice tongue action and slow, almost patient. Milo's kissing was hot and fast, fevered and yet the touch of his lips was gentle and fleeting.
"One of you get between my legs and get me hard. Using your mouth only," Timmy instructed.
Leaving it to the brothers to decide who would put his dick in their mouths was just another power play. If they were bothered by it though, neither showed any signs. It was Jay who knelt down and Timmy had a sneaking suspicion Jay was a bottom.
"I asked your brother but I never asked you, Jay. Are you a virgin?" Timmy asked.
Milo sniggered.
Jay had started kissing and moistening Timmy's dick through his underwear. There were a mixture of tastes in the seat of Timmy's undies. Now Jay looked up, hands on Timmy's knees and blushed.
"No. I'm not a virgin," Jay replied.
Jay didn't want to admit that Milo had been fucking him for months as well as Matt.
"I thought not," Timmy sneered. "Does Matt fuck your ass a lot?"
"I guess," Jay replied vaguely.
Timmy had not commanded a reply so Jay did not feel compelled to be very illuminating. Jay continued to kiss Timmy's dick and then his stomach. Jay's lower lip could feel the waistband of Timmy's briefs, his top lip touching bare skin.
Milo meanwhile hand dropped his face to suckle on one of Timmy's nipples. He hadn't been ordered to but Milo didn't like being left out and he didn't like being with hot, nearly naked boys without sucking nipples. Like the old phrase says.
"Jay, turn invisible and take my underwear off," Timmy ordered.
Jay obeyed and even Milo, who was well used to Jay's invisibility during foreplay, marvelled at the unseen force pulling the briefs down and off Timmy's boyish legs.
"Suck it," Timmy told Jay.
Jay's mouth engulfed the cock which was hard now that it was free from his underwear. Timmy only let Jay suck it for a few minutes – just long enough for his cock to get wet and slick.
"Kiss your brother again while you still have my precum on your lips," Timmy said.
Timmy grinned at the strangeness of Milo kissing empty space yet it was obvious Milo's lips were pressed against an unseen force. Timmy stood up and the brothers backed away to make space for him. Timmy regarded them both with a wicked smile.
"It seems to me that Milo should pop his cherry and who better than you to do it?" Timmy said to the empty space where Jay was standing.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Jay said.
Undermined by Milo who spoke at the same moment.
"Really? Cool?" Milo said. "I mean... no?"
Timmy laughed at the pair.
"Jay, sit down," Timmy told him.
Timmy gestured to the chair he had vacated.
"Milo, get Jay nice and hard again. I can't tell if he's hard anymore," Timmy laughed at his own joke about the invisible boy.
Watching the naïve, youngest member of the SEX Men jerk his brother off was hot. It was odd because Timmy still couldn't see Jay and as much as he liked seeing hot naked lads, Jay's ability was fascinating and added something to the tableau that Timmy had never experienced before.
Timmy had the same fun when he first started playing with Cyrus – exploring powers for its sexual potential was very satisfying.
"How does it feel to jerk off your own brother?" Timmy asked.
"He's really hard!" Milo replied. "It feels good."
"It feels good to play with your big brother's cock, Milo?" Timmy tormented the boy.
Milo really didn't mind the teasing – it did feel good. He didn't see the big deal (pun intended).
"Yup," Milo responded.
"Suck him then," Timmy said.
Milo's face went down on Jay, tasting the cock and swallowing every drop of juice it produced. Timmy was stroking himself as he watched, crossing the room to retrieve lube with which to make masturbation feel even better. Timmy could hear the sucking and slurping sound of Milo gobbling Jay's erection and it was a very erotic soundtrack.
"Ok Milo, you can stop," Timmy ordered. "Go and lie down on the edge of my bed."
While Milo went to the bed, Timmy held the lube out to Jay. Jay took it and used it to make his cock nice and hard and slippery.
"Go and fuck him," Timmy demanded. "Fuck your little brother in the ass."
Jay enjoyed sex and had topped a few times but never Milo. Milo was still a virgin but he wouldn't be for long. Jay could not stop himself. But he could talk.
"Is this ok, Milo?" Jay asked hopefully.
He hoped Milo wanted to have sex and that he didn't mind it being a part of Timmy's deranged mind game.
"Fuck yea, Jay. Do it," Milo replied with unnecessary enthusiasm.
The invisible boy pulled on Milo's legs until his butt was right at the edge of the bed and then Jay squeezed the head of his cock as he pressed it against Milo's sphincter.
"Turn visible again. I want him to see you pop his cherry," Timmy said.
Jay instantaneously reappeared but Milo really didn't mind. He loved his brother; he loved having sex with him and he loved looking at him. Jay's cock slipped inside Milo's tight hole with more pressure than Jay had expected. His brother was tight but Milo showed no sign of pain. Milo moaned with pleasure.
"You guys are filthy," Timmy needled them.
Jay ignored it as he pressed in deep and then pulled back. When he started thrusting, his pelvis made slapping noises against Milo's arse cheeks that was quite satisfying. As Milo was fucked, Timmy stood beside the boy and ordered him, silently, to jerk him off. Most of the time, Timmy used verbal instructions – it was easier and lazier. But if he just thought, he could push commands without speaking. The concentration of silent commands made them more forceful.
Milo's hand reached out, his fingers wrapping around Timmy's cock, and stroking it long swipes. Timmy again imparted a silent instruction and this time Milo gripped his own cock with the other hand. Jerking himself with his right hand and Timmy with his left while Jay pounded his hole.
"Oh... I'm going to cum," Milo warned.
"Cum all over yourself, slut," Timmy said.
When Milo's dick erupted, it was thick ropes that shot from his cock. His balls emptied an impressive load all over his tummy and chest, turning one nipple pale and creamy. Milo continued jerking Timmy until Timmy pulled free and took control himself. Timmy masturbated into Milo's face and when he came, he directed the gunge into Milo's mouth and all over his face.
"You should cum inside him," Timmy told Jay. "Milo, clean this thing."
While Milo sucked the dregs of Timmy's cock, Jay was the last of the three boys to cum. He felt more exposed now that all eyes were on him and he couldn't get to the edge. Timmy was enjoying the sight of the older brother pounding his little bro in the ass. Timmy pulled his cock from Milo's mouth and studied the penetration of the eighteen-year-old inside his brother. Jay finally grunted with spasms of pleasure that gushed cum into Milo's guts.
"Did you like that, Jay? Be honest," Timmy ordered.
"Yes. It was amazing," Jay confessed.
"You liked fucking your brother?" Timmy clarified.
"Yes," Jay admitted.
"Suck your cum out of his ass," Timmy ordered.
Jay instantly delved his mouth and nose into the moist crack of his brother's ass, licking and slurping his own ejaculate from the pink ring.
"Now kiss Milo," Timmy commanded.
Jay stood up, and draped himself over Milo, who embraced his brother lovingly. When they kissed, Milo tasked ass and spunk. Their lips and tongues played together, their faces smearing Timmy's spunk from Milo's cheeks to Jay's.
"Lick my jizz from Milo's face and then kiss him again," Timmy demanded.
Jay obeyed – Milo's skin was salty and sweet as he licked salty and sweet cum from it. Then he kissed Milo again and the snowballing resumed.
"You guys are so much fun," Timmy cackled. "Oh, you can stop now."
The brothers stopped – feeling breathless and degraded and confused by how exciting it had been.
"Depending on how things turn out, we could all be friends," Timmy said casually.
Jay doubted it but didn't say anything out of decorum and politeness.
"I doubt it," Milo said out of tactlessness and a lack of diplomacy.
"Whatever," Timmy responded.
THE UNSPOKEN THINGS
Matt couldn't help but think that Jay and Milo (especially Milo) would have liked floating to the ground in a parachute. The falling part, not so much; he could imagine Milo squealing with equal parts delight and terror. The six of them (Matt, Angelo, Cyrus, Jeffrey, Steve and Hugh) had landed quite safely. Angelo had stashed some energy bars and drinks in the exterior pockets – almost as if he had seen the fall coming.
Hugh had been exhausted and took hours to even recover consciousness after exerting his ability well beyond its tested limit. Matt was already re-evaluating his opinion of what Hugh was capable of and how to improve his performance.
They had landed in a field just a few miles from De Burs Airforce Base – close enough to run away or return. How long would it take Jethro Renton-Mass to realise they were alive? The SEX Men had an opportunity to plan their next move which at the moment involved staying where they were. Cyrus and Jeffrey were the first to notice the emergency response to the plane exploding and the adults contemplated the politically problematic fallout of the explosion.
"People will probably think it was terrorism," Steve aired grimly.
"We need to go back," Cyrus said spontaneously.
He was the first one to actually say it in as many words.
"Yes," Angelo agreed.
"Back? We were lucky to escape the first time," Jeffrey objected.
Jeffrey and Cyrus were huddled intimately together and Matt was keeping his distance from his husband. They still hadn't talked.
"We left Max behind and he said he'd rescue the boys," Jeffrey reminded them.
"I know Max disapproved of a full team for this plan but we all bring talents and abilities that will be important if we're going to confront Jethro," Angelo said.
"Is there anything you're not telling us?" Cyrus asked.
Cyrus had been out of the loop for a few weeks but he was a spy, nu-man and part of the Denego Potentia family. He knew Angelo well enough to know the Angel kept things back.
"Yes," Angelo replied unilluminatingly. "But we all need to go back. We all need to be there."
Angelo looked at Cyrus and Hugh in particular. Cyrus who had just escaped after weeks of custody and Hugh who had already been tested to and beyond his limits. He knew he was asking a lot of everyone.
"Max, can you hear us?" Angelo asked to forestall any further questions about his knowledge of the future. The potential future.
"I'm here," Max replied. "Thought you guys were blown up."
Max didn't sound too surprised to hear the team was alive.
"Hugh saved us," Angelo credited the young man.
"Good. Jay and Milo are with Timmy. They're safe enough for now," Max insisted.
"Can Milo hear us?" Matt asked – concerned the boy didn't even know what a poker face was.
Matt was pleased to hear his lover and Milo were ok (less pleased to know they were with Timmy which probably meant sex with the little bastard). As much as he hated it, Matt accepted that Jay and Milo would offer a distraction while in Timmy's company.
"No. I have Milo's earpiece. He's not the most subtle or discreet of people so I figured it was safer," Max replied reasonably. "The explosion has caused something of a headache for Mr Renton-Mass."
"Good," Cyrus joined in.
"I plan to cause him so more headaches," Max added.
After Jay and Milo had entered Timmy's room, a young man dressed for pup play had exited and gone to his own quarters a few doors away. Max and filed this information away for later and gone in search of more explosives. If one exploding plane had brought Mr Renton-Mass unwanted attention, Max hoped to bring more unwanted attention to the De Burs Airforce base.
"We're coming back, Max," Jeffrey dropped in – his voice still disapproving.
Max didn't reply.
"Max?" Angelo said.
"You guys aren't listening to me. You're going to get someone killed if you come back," Max insisted.
"You need you to work with us on this, Max," Matt said.
Matt and Angelo had always trusted each other and though Matt was worried about the number of secrets Angelo seemed to be keeping lately, he trusted Angelo was making the right decision. They were both the leaders of The SEX Men and that meant providing a unified front.
"You're not listening," Max repeated with resignation. "What's the new plan?"
"Return or run, Jethro will try to kill us again," Angelo said. "We need an audience with him. I need to change his mind."
"You need to change his mind? So what are Matt and Cyrus, Jeffrey, Steve and Hugh coming back for?" Max enquired reasonably.
"I know you want to do this yourself, Max," Angelo replied. "But if we don't come back..."
"We'll die?" Steve interjected.
Steve hadn't said much for the last few hours – he had been looking after Hugh who was still sleeping. All eyes turned to him while Steve watched an assortment of colours around the heads of everyone involved in the planning. Angelo was a difficult man to read but his overriding emotions were guilt and fear.
"Maybe," Angelo replied ambiguously.
"Right, ok. Is this a stealth mission or are you going to just ring the doorbell?" Max asked grumpily.
"Neither will be necessary," Angelo replied.
Max signed off to continue his own objectives. Matt and Angelo trusted him to cause pandemonium and they hoped that when the time was right, he'd be able to kill Timmy. Killing the enemy was a dirty job and they were selfishly glad to have Max on board for that task.
Angelo had wanted to ask if Max had found Raphael; Jethro's son and an Angel of some importance. However, Max hadn't mentioned it which in itself answered the question.
"If we're going to confront Jethro Renton-Mass, Timmy and the Risico Militia, we should get some rest," Jeffrey said.
They were all tired – it had been a long day. As Jeffrey spoke, his eyes had slid to Steve and Hugh who were propped against each other and already half asleep. Full dark had fallen but the sun would be up in a few hours.
"We should get some guns," Cyrus said – a spy and a soldier just like Max.
"I wouldn't bother. They'll be confiscated before we're back on the base," Angelo said pragmatically.
"Before?" Matt said and Angelo nodded.
"Can we can spare a few hours? To sleep? Recharge?" Steve asked hopefully.
"Yes, Steve. It's ok, get some sleep," Angelo replied.
He already knew they were in for a rude awakening but warning them would only rob them of their sorely needed rest.
"Tomorrow is going to be a long day," Jeffrey observed as he lay on the ground. "Oh, it's already past midnight... today is literally the longest day of the year."
Matt felt it in the pit of his stomach – sickness induced by sadness. The longest day of the year – the day his son had died three years ago. And Cyrus's son, of course. Matt felt hot tears in the corner of his eyes and he stood up, silently excusing himself as he walked away from their small camp.
In the distance, Matt could see the glow of wreckage from their plane – the plane Max had stolen from the billionaire Ernest Sukerfeel. It was too far away to see the red and blue of the emergency vehicles and he wondered how long it would take them to identify De Burs Airforce Base as being involved.
Cyrus had waited a few minutes before following and as he climbed the incline he observed Matt was sitting on the grass at the top of a hill, looking out over the fields of grass. Because it was summer, even the dark sky was brighter than usual and speckled by pins of light. Matt didn't turn when he heard steps approaching but he wiped his eyes again.
Cyrus sat next to him and when Matt looked at his husband's face, he saw no evidence of crying. Cyrus never cried, did he? Matt thought this bitterly. Matt just sighed instead.
"Thank you for coming to saving me," Cyrus said – almost in a whisper. "We haven't had the chance to talk about it."
"There are a lot of things we don't talk about, Cyrus," Matt replied unfairly. "But you're welcome. It was a team effort."
"We'll get Jay back. And Milo," Cyrus said confidently.
Matt closed his eyes. He could feel the wind on his skin and the scent of grass. It was so quiet – though the sounds of the night were never silent.
"Do you want to talk about him?" Cyrus asked.
"About Jay? Or Milo?" Matt asked, crossing his arms.
"Please don't make this harder, Matt," Cyrus replied. "It's been three years and we haven't spoken about our son. Do you want to talk about Michael?"
"What is there to say? He died, Cyrus. Our beautiful son died," Matt said as if that's all there was to say.
Cyrus didn't respond. He had never been emotive the way Matt was and though he was the one who proposed they talk; he realised Matt was right. What was there to say?
"I was just thinking the day I knew he was going to die," Matt said suddenly. "I don't mean the day it happened; I mean... when we were at the hospital. There was another dad there, his son Jack was the same age as Michael. Jack had been getting treatment too and it wasn't going well."
"I remember," Cyrus said solemnly.
Cyrus had been in the treatment room with Michael while Matt had been in the waiting room. They took turns sitting with him, trying not to overwhelm or scare their son.
"Jack came out after ten minutes. His mum was crying. They'd just told her Jack wasn't well enough for his treatment that day..." Matt said and he felt tears washing into his eyes. "I felt so sorry for her. I was glad it wasn't us. I couldn't imagine being given that kind of news."
Matt and Cyrus knew enough to know that a boy that sick would never be well enough again to receive treatment. The kid had reached the end of his options. However, even though Jack was sick, he still smiled at Matt and Matt kept him distracted while his parents supported each other.
"Michael was just finishing his treatment. He came out ahead of you and came rushing over..." Matt said calmly. "Then he looked at Jack and he said, dad... Jack is really, really sick."
Michael had thrown his arms around his friend who suddenly wore surprised and overwhelmed expression on his pallid face. It was a sweet and kind little gesture and Matt was proud of him for it.
"By that night, Michael was sick too. We were used to him feeling lousy after his treatments but this was different and that was when I knew..." Matt said. "I knew he was going to die... and I was going to watch."
Their son passed away five days later. At home, in bed, on Saturday 20TH June 2020. Matt and Cyrus holding his hands. Peacefully.
"He was twelve years old and it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair," Matt insisted bitterly.
"I never blamed you for feeling the way you did, Matt. For falling apart and grieving," Cyrus said. "I loved him too, you know? When he died, you... I didn't know how to help you."
"There was no way to help me, Cyrus," Matt replied angrily.
He'd been angry three years ago too.
"You just carried on. You were brave and strong and I was the wreck who couldn't handle it," Matt said self-loathingly.
Cyrus had wanted to fall apart too but seeing Matt that way made it impossible. Cyrus wanted to hold Matt's hand, to hold him in his arms, to provide comfort he hadn't been able to give three years ago.
"One of us had to hold it together," Cyrus said without judgement. "You were so hurt and it made me feel like I wasn't grieving right. I was trying to be brave for you... and you only ended up hating me."
"I didn't hate you," Matt said – stung by the accusation. "I was angry, Cyrus. My heart was broken. I wanted our son back!"
Matt was crying now and he was glad it was dark so Cyrus couldn't see the ugly tears. What was it that made people so ashamed to be upset?
"So did I," Cyrus replied hotly but quietly.
"I never wanted you to feel that way. But Michael... he was the love of my life," Matt choked.
Matt loved Cyrus, obviously. But their son was the light of their world and it had been a dark place since he died.
"Do you still love me, Matt?" Cyrus asked.
Matt looked at him but he didn't know how to answer the question.
"Can you ever forgive me?" Matt replied instead. "For pushing you away? For making it worse for both of us?"
"There's nothing to forgive, Matt," Cyrus promised. "I just want us to be able to talk, to work together, to figure out what we are to each other."
Matt nodded and wiped his eyes again.
"You're my husband," Matt said into the dark.
Then Matt smiled. Cyrus could hear him smile. He knew what Matt as going to say and so he said it too.
"...separated."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
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Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures.