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A Kingswood Family Christmas
Chapter 1
NOTE: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BETWEEN CHAPTERS 20 AND 21 OF THE KINGSWOOD COMPLICATION
Thursday 22 December 2022
The entire school was alive with energy and excitement. The first term was over, the Christmas party had been great fun and now it was time for everyone to head home for the holidays, well most of them anyway! In room L2.1, the living area outside dorms 2.01 and 2.02, its eight occupants were gathered and unlike everyone else in the building, showed no signs of preparing to leave.
Having all eight of the boys together was a rare treat, as Josh had been away from the dorm almost constantly over the past few months as part of his ongoing leukaemia treatment. Thankfully, they had timed his chemo so he would spend the holiday period in `recovery' which meant no further treatments and, hopefully, a general improvement in his health with each passing day. Having been officially released from the on-site medical facility that morning, he had been eager to re-join his dormmates, particularly as Chris had told them all he had a gift for them.
"Quiet, quiet down," Nicky requested as the others all chatted away.
Seeing nobody pay much attention to his best friend, Mikey cleared his throat and called out loudly, "Anyone still talking when I stop is gonna wind up with their balls decorating our Christmas tree!" Needless to say, the room went silent.
"He really has a way with words, doesn't he!" Nicky smirked as he leaned close to Chris and said, "Over to you!"
"Thanks," Chris said, looking uncharacteristically nervous. "So, umm... I know you all know about the book I wrote for Danny's birthday..."
"Fuck yes, we need more Dante Devias!" Rob called out, getting eager agreements from the others, who had all read `Dante Devias and the Castle of Deception', which had featured characters based on them all.
Chris smiled at the obvious vote of confidence. "Well, cos that seemed to go down so well, I decided to kinda... write something for you ALL for Christmas!" he explained gingerly.
"Dante Devias book two?" Rob asked eagerly.
"No, afraid not," Chris chuckled. "This is a standalone. I, umm..." he paused, looking pensive.
Nicky, who was sat at Chris' side, silently reached out to stroke his arm as the others watched on curiously.
"Thanks," Chris said softly to Nicky, then turned his attention back to the group. "So I kinda took inspiration from something that already exists, kinda like I did with the play last year," he said, pausing as the others quietly muttered about the play Chris had adapted from a Shakespeare work. Chris continued, "But really it's a very loose inspiration. It was A Christmas Carol, and I... kinda took the idea of looking at past, present and future. I decided to... write it as seven short stories, one for each of you."
"Cool!" "Awesome!" "I hope my one's the future!" the boys all responded at once.
"But here's the thing," Chris said, looking increasingly anxious, "They're not just stories FOR you, they're stories ABOUT you and some of them are... very personal!"
"Mate, after the shit we've been through, I think we can all handle personal!" Josh sniggered.
"I hope so, because I wrote all of them with... the best intentions and... and respect and love," Chris said, smiling meekly, "And I thought, as we're all gonna be together for seven days, maybe every morning I could... read one of them to you!"
"Oh my god, yes!" "Do it!" "That sounds cool!" "I hope I'm first!" the boys all called back, visibly keen on the idea.
"Okay, well... umm... why don't we start then," Chris said as he picked up his tablet. He glanced over at Josh and said, "You're up first, but... if I say so much as one single word you're not comfortable with, or share something you don't want me to, then you just say stop and I'll stop reading and nobody ever needs to see the rest!"
"Oh!" Josh stated. "Is this..." he paused and looked round at the others, "He was asking me a bunch of questions a while back. Kinda didn't get why at the time, but it makes sense now!" He looked back to Chris and gave a sweet smile. "If it's what I think, then... sure, go ahead. I wanna hear this!" he said sincerely.
Chris nodded. While some of the stories were completely fictionalised, a couple included actual real-life details. It was heartening to see Josh was okay with it. It boded well for the rest. "Then in that case, I present to you all, A Chris-mas Carol," Chris said, smirking as he got tuts, groans and eye rolls at the pun, "Part One – Stronger Than You Know!"
A Chris-mas Carol Part 1 – Stronger Than You Know
Monday 24 December 2018
"Fuck you, Kingswood!" ten-year-old Josh muttered bitterly as he kicked the football against the wall.
The Kingswood school was usually a blessing for Josh. For most of the year, it was where Ryan and Mark, his older brothers, spent the majority of their time. Every time they left, he hoped Kingswood would keep them, that something would happen to stop their return home so that the relative peace he got during their absence could continue. Alas, that had failed to happen once again and his brothers had returned home a couple of days earlier for the Christmas break. Ever since then, Josh had returned to his old habit of disappearing out of the house early in the morning, and staying out as long as he could.
"Would it really be so hard for you to keep them, just for one Christmas?" Josh asked, looking up at nothing in particular as he tapped the football into the air before bouncing it a few more times.
"Joshuaaaaaa!" a voice suddenly called out.
The ball bounced away as Josh felt a cold chill down his spine. Joshua may have been the name he was given at birth, but just about everyone called him Josh and he liked it that way. The only ones who still called him Joshua were his big brothers Mark and Ryan, who were now marching towards him. Josh glanced around and considered running, but he knew his brothers were faster and also that running only ever made them even harder on him.
"What's wrong, little bro?" Mark asked with a shit-eating grin as he placed his foot atop the ball that had rolled towards him. "Kinda feels like you've been avoiding us since we got home!"
"Yeah, whassup with that?" Ryan asked, always following the elder boy's lead.
"Nothing, just... doing other things," Josh lied... poorly.
"Oh yeah," Mark said with a smirk, before rolling the ball back onto his foot to kick it into the air. "Seems like you're REAL busy," he said derisively. Just as Josh was about to reply, Mark kicked the ball, so it flew straight for Josh's face.
Josh was quick and managed to raise a hand to defend his face, though he only managed to deflect it a little so it skimmed against his cheek and bounced away. He felt the sting in his hand and face. He knew if he had not managed to defend himself, he would probably be dealing with a broken nose... something he knew from experience!
"Real quick," Mark sneered. "You think you're clever, do you?"
"No," Josh said, knowing better than to argue back.
"Too right you're not, ya thick little cunt!" Ryan said, swinging a fist out towards his younger brother.
Once again Josh managed to defend himself, bringing his hands in to shield his stomach. It only helped a little, as Ryan was five years older and substantially bigger. He was still forced to let out a pained grunt as he felt the strike to his gut.
Ryan and Mark burst into laughter at the sound.
"So you looking forward to Santa visiting tonight, lil Joshua?" Mark asked with a snigger.
Josh felt a pain in his stomach, though this time it was purely emotional. One of his earliest memories was his two big brothers telling him Santa wasn't real. He had only been four at the time, and so excited about Christmas. The two older boys hadn't just told Josh Santa wasn't real, they had laughed at him when he cried about it, mocked him for being stupid enough to believe in him and told him that even if Santa WAS real, Josh would have been on the `naughty' list for life because of what he had done.
"Aww, is widdle Joshua gonna cwy?" Ryan teased as he saw the younger boy getting a little upset.
"No!" Josh insisted. He knew he was powerless against the two older boys, he knew nobody would ever believe him if he told them how awful they were and he knew he could never escape them. They were bigger, stronger, meaner and had all the power, but Josh could still do one thing... he could refuse to let them see him cry!
"Yeah he is!" Ryan said as he stepped closer, towering over the scrawny ten-year-old.
"No I'm not," Josh said, sounding as unconfident as he felt.
"No, of course you're not," Mark said as he pulled Ryan back a little. "Cos you're an inhuman little monster, and monsters don't cry!"
"I'm not!" Josh argued weakly.
"Sure you are. Only a monster would KILL his own dad!" Mark said, turning from sinister to furious in the course of a single sentence. "OUR dad!"
Josh felt his jaw quiver as he replied, "I didn't mean to!"
"It doesn't matter if you MEANT to!" Mark snapped. He lunged forward, lifting his knee.
Josh was not so quick this time. The knee connected with his stomach. Moving upwards, it knocked the wind right out of him and he let out a loud wheeze as he dropped to the ground, in agony from the strike and panicking from his inability to breathe.
"Listen to him," Ryan smirked, before kicking the small boy in the stomach to make him wheeze again as he gasped for breath.
"Having trouble there, lil Joshua?" Mark asked as he knelt down next to Josh. He reached out to stroke the boy's hair.
Even as he struggled to catch his breath, the touch made Josh's skin crawl. The only time they usually touched him like that was when they... did things he didn't like to think about. Just as he started to regain the ability to inflate his lungs, Josh felt Mark's palm cover his mouth as his thumb and forefinger pinched his nose. He immediately flailed to try and pull the hand away, but he felt hands grasping at his wrists, and the weight of a body sitting atop his torso to pin him down.
Staring up at the psychotic faces, panic began to set in. They were laughing down at him as he remained pinned down and suffocated. As tears began to stream from his eyes, he strained to try and breathe but the hand was grasped too tightly. Just as everything was starting to spin, the hand was pulled away.
"Oh look at that," Mark said, wiping his finger across Josh's cheek as he desperately inhaled. Holding up a drop of liquid, he smirked and said, "I guess he really WAS about to cry!"
"Fuckin' loser!" Ryan sniggered as he climbed off. He gave Josh another kick for good measure before they both walked away laughing.
Josh curled up into a ball and burst into helpless sobs as he gasped down deep lungfuls of air. As he cried, distraught at the thought of another Christmas with his evil big brothers, he felt a hand stroking his back. Unlike Mark's touch, this one didn't give him chills. The opposite actually, it felt warm, comforting... kind. Wiping his eyes, he tilted his head back to look up at who was there.
It was a strange sight to behold, but it looked like... Josh! Well, sort of. He looked a little older, but slimmer too, paler and... most confusingly, bald!
"It's okay, Josh. Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you!" older Josh whispered as he stroked the crying boy's back.
"Are you... me?" Josh asked, not sure if the lack of oxygen was making him see things.
"Yeah, I am," older Josh said with a gentle nod. Seeing his younger self staring up at him, particularly his lack of hair, he smiled sweetly and said, "Don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks, and it's only temporary!"
"How are you here?" Josh asked as he sat up, still a little breathless. He sat cross-legged and watched as his older self mirrored the position.
"Christmas magic!" older Josh replied with a smile.
"Magic isn't real!" Josh said sadly, "And Christmas sucks!"
"For now, it does!" older Josh said with a smile. "That's actually why I'm here!" he said with a gentle nod.
Josh just frowned silently, still convinced this was a hallucination of some kind.
"I've got a message for you, Josh," older Josh said, reaching out to take the boy's hand.
"From who?" Josh asked curiously.
"From me!" older Josh replied, "And I need you to listen really carefully, because it's important, okay!" As Josh nodded, he gave the hand a gentle squeeze and continued, "I know you've had a lot of tough times and I'm not gonna lie, you've got even tougher times ahead, but you can do it, Josh. You can get through it all!"
Josh's jaw quivered as he sniffed and said, "I don't know if I can!"
"You totally can!" older Josh insisted. "Josh, you are stronger than you know, stronger than you ever thought possible, but it WILL get better, I promise. And I know eight months sounds like a long time, but that's all you need to get through!"
"And then it stops?" Josh asked hopefully, "It gets easy?"
"Sorry kid, easy isn't in your future," older Josh said, unconsciously reaching up to stroke his bald head. "But you get the next best thing. Soon your life's gonna change in the most incredible way. You're gonna go somewhere, and you're gonna meet some people and they're gonna make everything so much better for you!"
"Really?" Josh asked, eyes wide as he stared at his older self hopefully.
"Really!" older Josh insisted. Leaning forward, he pulled his younger self into a hug as he whispered, "You'll never have to be alone again!"
Josh awoke with a start. He didn't know whether he had cried himself to sleep or maybe just passed out from the lack of oxygen. Either way, he could vaguely remember a really weird dream. Climbing to his feet, he decided to head back home. It seemed it didn't matter where he went. If his brothers felt like torturing him, they'd find him. He figured he may as well be at home and warm when they kicked the crap out of him.
Walking home, he watched people passing by. Families in their cars off to visit people. Shoppers hurrying home to wrap last minute gifts. Groups of other kids... normal kids... playing. He would have given anything to be any one of them, anyone but himself. Just to have someone to play with, or someone to hold him when his brothers hurt him, just... someone!
As he got home, he could hear his brothers watching TV. Doubtlessly mum was still at work. Josh crept up to his room and flopped down onto his bed. The sudden move sent a waft of air to the side and a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Reaching out to pick it up, Josh let out a groan as he looked at it.
`Dear Joshua, We are delighted to invite you to a final interview for consideration for a place at the Kingswood School For Boys...' He had been devastated when he got the letter. Kingswood was what allowed him to escape his brothers. Going there would just mean he would be a target for them year-round. Scowling at the letter, he went to screw it up, but stopped as he heard something... or remembered something, it was hard to tell. It was somewhere between a memory and a dream.
As he let his eyes skim the page again, he heard it even clearer. "You'll never have to be alone again!" He smiled as he placed the letter down. Maybe... just maybe... Kingswood wouldn't be so bad after all!
The room was mostly silent as Chris placed down his tablet. He looked around and saw Mikey attempt to discretely wipe his cheek. He was not the only one looking tearful.
"Did... did that really happen?" David asked shakily.
Josh nodded gently. "I mean... not the vision of my future baldy self," he said, giving a wry grin as he stroked his hand across his head, "But yeah, that's the sort of shit they used to do to me!" The admission hit the room hard as they all stared back at him sadly and silently. Josh smiled as he looked round and said, "Chris, that was amazing. I really like imagining past me getting that little boost. Something kept me going and, I know it's just a story, but hey... maybe it WAS something like that! I'd come and hug you, but too much effort!"
"I'm on it!" Chris said as he jumped up, moved across to Josh and hugged him carefully.
"That really was good," Josh said with a nod as they hugged.
"It really was," Danny said proudly. As the others gathered to discuss the first short story with Chris, or chat to Josh about what they had heard, Danny remained in place watching his boyfriend. The book Chris had written for his birthday really had been enjoyable. Emotional trauma aside, A Chris-mas Carol was shaping up to be just as well received.
Danny found himself thinking back to the summer. He and Chris had met a number of interesting people over the long break, but one suddenly sprang back to mind – Vic. Chris and Danny had bumped into a couple of strangers on a nude beach and felt a little uneasy about their intentions. Making the wise choice to walk away, they had bumped into Vic and his partners, who had looked after them and quickly became friends with the two boys over the few days they had together. Something Vic said had really stuck with Danny. He had talked about the future, specifically career prospects. While he had suggestions for Danny, he had also suggested Chris might have an actual future as a storyteller. The more Danny thought about it, the more it seemed Vic might be correct.
"Hey babe, you okay?" Chris asked as he flopped down next a slight spaced-out Danny, giving him a playful kiss on cheek.
"Yeah, just thinking!" Danny said, smiling sweetly.
"About what?" Chris asked curiously.
"You!" Danny replied, then cocked his head and added, "Us!" He smiled as he continued, "The future!"
"You are my future," Chris said as he wrapped his arms around Danny.
"Aww, you're too sweet!" Danny said, gripping tightly onto Chris' arm. "And so was your story. Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. "I remember some of the things Josh told me about what his brothers used to do to him and, even just hearing about it, it can be tough!"
"I'm good," Chris insisted. "I'm not ashamed to admit I cried a lot after some of the stuff he told me, but... it definitely helps knowing his brothers are firmly in his past!"
"Yeah," Danny agreed gratefully. "And I think story really made Josh happy. Look at him!"
The two boys looked over to Josh, who was currently fighting off Mark and Rob's attempts at coddling.
"But I tell ya what, if you think today was bad... grab the tissues for some of the others!" Chris sniggered.
Danny's brow furrowed as he chuckled in bemusement. "Are you... actually proud of making your friends cry?" he asked, smirking as he shook his head.
"Yeah, a little," Chris said with a casual shrug, "Actually, I don't think your one's gonna make you cry, so how about I take you in there," he gestured to their dorm, "And make you scream instead?"
Danny immediately jumped up and pulled Chris to his feet as he declared to the room, "We're having sex. Don't disturb unless you intend to join us!"
Everyone else looked round, chuckled and returned to their conversations as the two boys disappeared.
Rob gulped the spunk down as it flooded into his mouth. He continued sucking, leaving it to Luke to determine when he had had enough and pull away. When he did, Rob let out a happy sigh as he laid enjoying the feeling of Jazz's mouth around his dick. It wasn't just the feeling of sucking and getting sucked that made him happy (though a three-way blowjob certainly did always make him happy), it was the fact that his boyfriends had chosen it as their final sexual act together before spending two weeks apart over the Christmas and New Year break.
Having two boyfriends could be challenging, though the rewards certainly made it worth the effort. One of the biggest challenges for Rob was anal sex. It was something he was very much averse to, which in itself was no bad thing, but with Jazz a greedy bottom and Luke loving topping, it did sometimes mean Rob could feel left out. Paired with a penchant for jealousy, it could easily have become a hurdle too big to overcome for the throuple, but they had worked through it and now found a good balance between anal stuff and other activities that pleased them all.
Lying with his eyes closed as Jazz sucked away at his dick, Rob let out a sudden moan as he felt fingers on his nipples. Having already cum, some of Luke's attention had been freed up and he had decided to help Jazz in making their boyfriend cum by teasing his most sensitive spot.
"Fuck!" Rob grunted happily.
Jazz's eyes opened and flicked up to see what was happening and smirked as much as his full mouth would allow. "Ffffcckkk!" Jazz suddenly grunted too, as he felt Luke's finger suddenly thrust into his butt.
The extra stimulation Luke was giving both boys quickly sped things along to their inevitable conclusion. With Luke sucking and fingering him, Jazz quickly ejaculated into his mouth, leaving just Rob to cum. With the taste of Jazz's spunk still fresh in his mouth, Luke released the post-orgasmic cock and moved over to replace the finger on Rob's nipple with his mouth. That was all it took to push Rob over the edge and moments later he was spurting into Jazz's eager maw.
Coming down from their collective release, they quickly shuffled round to cuddle together, with Rob in a middle, holding an arm around each of his boyfriends. In return, both were playfully nibbling at his neck and shoulders.
"I wish we could stay," Jazz sighed.
"Me too," Luke said softly.
"Me three," Rob said with a smirk. It was a play on words that had been frequent amongst the throuple that started out funny, slowly became tiresome and eventually looped back round to ironically amusing.
"You gonna be okay, hun?" Luke asked, stroking Rob's stomach gently.
"Yeah!" Rob said, smiling as he nodded. "Josh is doing really great, we've got the whole big family Christmas thing, staying here isn't gonna be as depressing as it sounds!"
Luke gave Rob a coy glance as he started, "And it gives you time to make up..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up!" Rob interjected. "I actually AM planning to make up with him, and before mum and dad get here too, so you can stop nagging!"
A couple of months earlier, while home for the half-term break, Rob had accidentally walked in on his younger brother Milo fucking Ivan, one of Rob's old school friends. Rob's reaction had been uncharacteristically violent and had caused a substantial rift between the two brothers. Despite regular encouragement from a lot of people, Rob had still not made up with him.
"Heard that before," Jazz sniggered.
"No, seriously," Rob insisted. "Me and Danny talked yesterday and he kinda helped me figure some stuff out!"
"Oh, so you made up with Danny too? It really is a Christmas miracle!" Luke sniggered.
"Shut up," Rob said, smirking as he gave Luke an annoyed nudge. "But yeah, we talked yesterday and things are good, but he just helped me understand a few things!"
Luke propped himself up with one arm and looked down at Rob as he asked, "Anything we need to know about?"
Rob's brow furrowed for a moment. It wasn't so much that he wanted to hide anything from his boyfriends, it was more that it wasn't really relevant, so he shrugged and said, "Well, you already know I'm a crazy, jealous bitch with my fair share of issues. Just kinda more of that!"
"Ah, the usual," Jazz smirked. "Well I happen to like my crazy, jealous bitch!" he said as he cuddled tighter against him.
"Genuinely don't know whether to say thanks!" Rob said with a wry grin.
"How about we just thank Danny for slapping sense into ya!" Luke said, giving Rob's belly a playful slap.
As Rob and Luke chuckled, Jazz popped his head up and looked thoughtful for a moment before he asked, "Is Danny okay? He seems... I dunno, not very okay lately!"
"I dunno," Rob said, looking a little sheepish. "Maybe he was just mopey like me when we weren't talking!"
"Maybe," Jazz said as he nuzzled back down, "But I kinda thought he was a bit off even before that!"
"I guess I see what you mean," Rob nodded. "Oh well, I guess I've got the whole of this week to figure it out! But I'm sure he's fine. He always is!"
"I'm fine!" Danny said with a smile and a nod.
"Any... advances on fine?" Dr Arkwright asked curiously.
Danny let out a frustrated sigh. A few weeks ago, he had started seeing the school's Doctor/Counsellor due to issues Mr Rudd had picked up on. So far, progress had been slow, to say the least. Danny had gotten as far as admitting he was struggling, but any attempts by the man to delve any deeper into what was going on had been met with extreme resistance. "Very fine," Danny said with a dismissive shrug.
Dr Arkwright nodded thoughtfully for a moment, then asked, "How are things with Josh?"
"Really good!" Danny said cheerfully. "He's bouncing back REALLY quickly from the latest chemo and he looked really good this morning. I know they're still looking into stem cell donors which is really tough but they're doing everything they can, but everything's really good and he seems happy and he's SO looking forward to our Christmas plans!"
Dr Arkwright nodded again. "That's good," he said with a smile, "And you said last time that you'd... had a bit of a falling out with one of your friends."
"Oh, yeah, but that's all sorted," Danny said with a nod, "He just has lots of issues but when we talked about them we kinda figured things out and we made up and he's gonna do some other things now that are really gonna help him. He's a bit of a mess really, but he always says talking to me helps, which I suppose is why he was down for so long when we weren't really talking, but he's all good now!"
Dr Arkwright gave another nod, paused for a moment and asked, "And how's your own mood been over the last few days?"
"Fine," Danny said curtly. He realised what he had done a few moments after the doctor and by the time he looked at the man, his eyebrows were already raised. "You're gonna say things now, aren't you!"
"I am indeed," the doctor stated, "But it's nothing bad. I think it says a lot about your self-awareness that you seem to have just noticed the pattern here yourself. I've certainly noticed that you seem to have no trouble talking about other people and their problems, but as soon as it comes to talking about yourself, and your feelings, you just shut down."
"I know," Danny mumbled awkwardly.
"We really ned to find a way to work through that, Danny. Together!" Dr Arkwright stated. "Why do you think you find it so easy to talk about everyone else?"
"I like helping other people," Danny said, shrugging casually.
"Why's that?" Dr Arkwright asked.
Danny frowned at the question, not so much trying to figure out an answer, more just trying to understand why anyone would even ask it. "Well, you... it's... it's what you do. Everybody. If someone needs help, you... help them!" he reasoned.
"That IS most peoples' instinct," Dr Arkwright agreed, "Though some feel it stronger than others. How do YOU feel when you help someone?"
"Dunno," Danny said, his brow heavily furrowed. "Actually," he said, pausing as he nodded to himself a little, "Yesterday, when I was talking to my friend and I was helping him understand some stuff, I guess for a few minutes I kinda... forgot how crappy I felt!"
"So helping people makes you feel good?" Dr Arkwright asked, cocking his head curiously.
Danny thought quietly for a moment, staring down at his hands "No," he said sadly, "It kinda makes me forget for a minute, but then I go back to feeling crappy. Even crappier, I suppose, because even though I've helped them, I know eventually it's gonna go wrong and I'll feel bad about it."
Dr Arkwright allowed the silence to hang for a moment, then asked, "How do you know it'll go wrong?"
"Because it's me!" Danny sighed.
"Why would things go wrong just because of you?" Dr Arkwright probed.
Danny didn't answer. Instead he shrugged and continued to gaze down at his hands.
Dr Arkwright watched quietly for a few moments. He suspected he had gotten all he was going to get out of the boy for now.
"Nope, that's all you're getting out of me for now!" Chris stated petulantly.
"Oh come on," Mikey huffed. "At least tell us whose turn it is tomorrow!" he pleaded. Ever since Chris told the first short story that morning, Mikey and Josh had both been pestering him to find out more of what was to come.
Chris just looked Mikey up and down and smiled.
"Me? Are you saying it's me?" Mikey asked excitedly.
"I'm not saying anything, except goodbye!" Chris replied, his gaze suddenly moving across the room.
"Goodbye?" Mikey asked curiously. "Why, where are you..."
"Not to you!" Chris interrupted as he jumped up from his seat and headed for the figure in the doorway.
"Hey guys," Adrian said cheerfully. "I'm leaving in just a minute. Figured I'd come say goodbye!"
"Bye!" "Merry Christmas!" "See you soon!" some of the others called out as Adrian was suddenly shoved back out of the room by Chris.
"Hey," Chris said, looking round to make sure nobody else had appeared. Outside of the members of the dorm, Adrian was probably the student Danny was closest to. Though they hadn't seen each other a great deal recently, they had spent an evening together a couple of days earlier to reconnect. "The other night," he said, still watching the hallway furtively, "Did Danny say anything?"
"No, we sat in silence for two hours!" Adrian said sarcastically.
"Very funny. You know what I mean!" Chris scowled.
Adrian smirked a little and said, "I do... and he didn't, not really, but it's Danny. When does he ever talk about how he feels?"
"I know, this time just feels... different," Chris sighed.
"Of course it does, cos things ARE different," Adrian stated, as if it was obvious, despite the confused look from Chris. Rolling his eyes at the obliviousness, he stated, "Think about it. He recently lost his best friend!"
"What!?" Chris exclaimed in surprise, "No he didn't! I'm still here!"
"He did," Adrian said, nodding emphatically, "Six months ago, he had a boyfriend – Brian – and he had a best friend – you! Now, he's JUST got a boyfriend!"
"I'm still his best friend!" Chris said, sounding slightly offended.
"I know, I know. I'm not saying this as anything bad against you," Adrian insisted, "But it's still kinda true. When me and Kyle got together, I went through the exact same thing. He wasn't my friend anymore, he was my boyfriend!"
"You two are good though, right?" Chris frowned.
"Yeah, we are now!" Adrian said with an emphatic nod, "But it took a long while for us to adjust. I'm not saying you and Danny are the same, and yeah, Danny definitely has a lot going on in the ridiculously pretty little head, but just give him a chance to figure stuff out. You two are good, and Danny knows he can talk to you, he just needs to do it, which he will... in his own time!"
"You're way smarter than you look!" Chris sniggered.
"Pfft, I am EVERY bit as stupid as I look!" Adrian insisted, smirking at the self-deprecation, "I just happen to know Danny REALLY well."
"Yeah, on account of the whole being in love with him thing!" Chris said with a cheeky grin.
"Ouch. You already won, ya big bastard, you got him! No need to rub it in!" Adrian said, doing his best not to look amused by the emotional but amusing burn. "Y'know, if Danny just needs a bit more enjoyment in his life, maybe we can both help with that!"
"Oooh, threesome!" Chris said, eye twinkling mischievously, "Wait, no, bring Kyle. Foursome!"
Adrian snorted with laughter for a moment, then nodded and said, "Actually... yeah, kinda what I was thinking!"
"Seriously?" Chris asked in surprise.
"Sort of. I just know how much Danny loved the roleplay stuff we used to do, and I just KNOW he'd love having you involved too, so maybe in the New Year we can... give it another go!"
Chris frowned slightly and said, "That just sounds like sex with extra steps, but sure, if Danny enjoys it, I'm in!"
"Awesome. I'll chat with Kyle and come up with some scenarios!" Adrian said happily.
"Ah, that's the true spirit of Christmas! Casual roleplay sex with friends!" Chris sniggered as he waved Adrian off.
"It finally feels like I'm actually getting into the Christmas spirit!" Nicky said cheerfully as he reached up to stick some tinsel to the wall.
"That side's a bit low!" Mikey stated as he sat alongside Josh, pointing at the tinsel.
"If you're too short to stick it up, you're too short to have an opinion!" Nicky said back with a smirk.
Once most of the other students had left, the boys all headed over to the Guest Building. Unlike a normal break, the boys staying at the school wouldn't be using one of the Home Building's dorms to stay in. Instead they were using the Guest Building, usually used for visitors from other schools during events. With the boys' family members coming to stay, it made sense to accommodate everyone close together. The room they were currently decorating was one of the bigger Common Rooms, and would be used throughout the week for the festivities.
"Hey, don't height-shame me, ya freaky giant!" Mikey snapped back, though the two boys were grinning at each other, neither of them serious in their insults.
"Why exactly are you just sitting there barking orders anyway, while we do all the work?" Chris asked curiously.
"I'm looking after Josh!" Mikey insisted.
"Sure, cos if you're a few metres away from him helping us, I'm sure Josh'll suddenly drop dead on the spot!" Rob said sarcastically. "Come on, ya lazy git!" he insisted.
As Mikey huffed and got up, Josh smirked as he said, "It'd be so funny if I did just literally drop dead now!" As everyone stared at him, he shrugged and said, "Not like... `ha ha funny' more just a funny coinkydink!"
"Yeah, that's a laugh I can live without!" Mark said with a stern nod.
"So is this whole thing something we can joke about now?" Mikey asked, giving up on the decoration he was pretending to consider putting up. "Like... I know the updates and shit but... are you in the clear or could you actually just drop dead?"
"Jesus, Mikey!" Nicky said, shaking his head.
"No, it's okay. He knows I like the honesty. That's our thing!" Josh said with a proud smile.
"And punching, but we're not doing that anymore til he's better!" Mikey added.
"Yeah, I bruise too easily and it'd make it look like he won, which he never does!" Josh insisted. As Mikey cleared his throat, Josh corrected himself, "Which he sometimes does!" As Mikey coughed again, Josh rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, which he USUALLY does. Whatever!"
The exchange earned a few laughs from around the room.
"But to answer your question... I'm not in the clear and... a lot can still go wrong. I just catch a cold and it could finish me off," Josh said with an alarmingly casual shrug, "That's why all the visitors are being screened so carefully on the way in!"
The room was a little quiet as they all took the information in, until Nicky called out, "Well there's the Christmas spirit I was looking for. Ho ho ho!"
"Hey Danny, I think he's talking about you!" Mikey sniggered. "Ho!" he added to emphasise the playful insult.
"Very good," Danny said dryly. "Now can we get back to decorating? I'd like to actually get this done BEFORE Christmas, unless anyone else has anymore interruptions!"
Just as the boys started returning to what they had been doing, Mr Rudd walked in and called out, "Excuse the interruption..." He frowned in confusion as the boys burst into laughter, unaware of the amusing timing. "Wow, well I'm funnier than I thought," he said, looking to the man at his side.
"Respectfully disagree," Mr Trent said back with a smirk.
"Anyway," Mr Rudd said, shaking his head at the insult from his colleague, "If I could have all of your attention please." He waited a moment to let the boys gather round. "Come on in, lads," Mr Rudd said, standing away from the doorway to allow three students to enter.
"I don't know if any of you already know each other, but let's give some quick introductions," Mr Trent said. He moved behind two of the boys who were stood close together. He reached out as he stood behind the two boys and placed a hand on each of their shoulders as he said, "This is Bobby Morgan, he's in year seven," he paused to give the smaller boy's shoulder a gentle squeeze, "And this is his big brother, Dominic."
"Dom!" Dom corrected the teacher.
"Sorry," Mr Trent said with a gentle chuckle. "This is Dom, he's in year eleven!" Mr Trent continued, then moved over to the third boy and said, "And this is Eoin O'Shaugnessy, from year eight. They're going to be staying here over Christmas too. Lads, this is Rob, Nicky, Josh, Mikey, Danny, Chris, Mark and last but never least, David!" He gestured to the eight boys as he listed their names, getting a grin from David as he concluded.
As with all the boys at the school, there were rarely any faces that anyone didn't recognise, but even with living in the same building it was surprisingly easy to not know half the people living around them. All three boys looked a little nervous as they were introduced to the larger group.
"Okay," Mikey said, stepping forward, "This thing we got going on, this is a proper big family Christmas." He put very clear emphasis on family.
Mr Rudd looked ready to interject, but Mr Trent looked to him and shook his head, smiling.
"Sorry, we'll try to stay out of your way," Eoin said timidly, his Irish accent quite different from Chris' and much stronger.
"Pfft, no you fucking won't!" Mikey said, seemingly unfazed by the fact he was swearing in front of two teachers. "It's a family Christmas, which means for this week, you're family and anyone who says otherwise gets beaten!"
"Except Josh!" Rob interjected.
"Except Josh," Mikey nodded, "But I'll just beat him up when he's better instead. Got it!"
The three new arrivals looked amused and confused in equal measure.
"How..." Mr Rudd started, shaking his head a little as he paused. "How does he manage to make even being nice sound menacing!"
"It's a natural talent, sir, and best not to question," Nicky said with a grin as he stepped forward and draped an arm around Mikey's neck.
"Come on then," Mark said, smiling at Bobby, Dom and Eoin, "We're decorating, you can help!"
"Yeah, we need more tall people, so you're with us!" Nicky said, beckoning Dom over.
"See, told ya they'd be great!" Mr Trent muttered, getting a bemused smirk back from Mr Rudd.
As Danny walked across the room, both teachers said in unplanned unison, "Danny, can we have a word!"
"Umm... both at once or one at a time?" Danny asked cautiously.
"He's said that before!" Mikey taunted from nearby, earning a laugh and high-five from Josh.
"Oh, you go," Mr Trent said, actually looking a little relieved.
"No, it's fine," Mr Rudd insisted to his colleague, then looked to Danny and said, "Was just gonna check in after... this morning. Fill me in later!" He gave Danny a quick wink.
"He's said THAT before!" Josh said, getting a snort of laughter from Mikey as the two continued listening in.
"Okay, you two are in trouble," Mr Rudd said, marching off towards them in response to the playful taunt.
It left Danny and Mr Trent alone, both looking slightly awkward.
"Come on," Mr Trent said, nodding towards the door.
Danny shrunk inwards a little as he followed the teacher out. He had been avoiding the man for over three weeks now. Mr Trent, or technically Levi, as he had been talking in a personal capacity rather than a professional one, had asked Danny to be his Best Man at his wedding. Danny had said no! That was when the avoiding began.
"I know last time we spoke you... were not happy that I didn't get straight to the point," Mr Trent said cautiously.
"No, stop!" Danny sighed, shaking his head. He let out a sigh as the man glanced at him while they continued to amble aimlessly along the hallway. "The last time we spoke I was a dick and it wasn't fair and I'm sorry!" he insisted.
"You felt the way you felt and you were painfully honest in expressing it," Mr Trent said, trying to soften the obvious embarrassment Danny felt.
"No, I was just a dick," Danny said, venturing a slight smirk as he saw Mr Trent smile. "And I definitely shouldn't have taken my mood out on you cos... I know you only ever wanna look out for me!"
"Yeah, I'm just not sure I have," Mr Trent said, his brow furrowing a little. As he saw Danny look at him curiously, he continued, "Putting aside the... obvious things we've done that are inappropriate given your age," he glanced around cautiously as he spoke. While he wasn't explicitly saying the things they had done, he was still understandably cautious about being overheard.
"I'm not complaining about that," Danny said with a smirk.
Mr Trent rolled his eyes but smirked too, then quickly suppressed it as he said, "Putting that stuff aside, I really don't know if I've been fair to you, Danny. I talk to you about things that a teacher... an adult... probably shouldn't talk to someone your age about. I... put all the pressure of helping with my proposal on you, and then I went and asked you to be my Best Man too."
"No, none of that's bad!" Danny insisted. "I love that you treat me like an adult and I really like that you... think of me as a friend!" he nodded sincerely.
"I know," Mr Trent said with a nod, "And treating young men like you as adults IS important, but sometimes...we also have to remember to treat you as your actual age, because grown up as you are Danny, you're still only just fifteen!" As Danny nodded his understanding, the teacher continued, "You've got a lot going on, and your feelings and hormones and thoughts are, well... they're big and confusing. I know, I was fifteen once. Admittedly I didn't have half of the things happening to me that you have, but that just makes me appreciate how much bigger the burden is you're carrying and I shouldn't add to that!"
Danny stopped walking, staring down at the ground.
Mr Trent stopped as he realised the teen was no longer beside him and turned back. "Danny?" he enquired softly.
"I didn't..." Danny started, but stopped as his voice cracked. He took a deep breath and started again. "I didn't say no because I've got a lot going on. I said no, because... how can I be a Best Man? I'm not a `best' anything! I mess everything up and your wedding's too important to mess up!" He began to sniff, fighting a losing battle to hold back tears.
"Oh, Danny, come here," Mr Trent said, pulling the boy into a hug. After holding him for a few moments, he whispered gently, "You don't mess everything up, Danny!"
Danny didn't answer, he just held on tightly, sniffling as he cried. After taking a couple of minutes to compose himself, he pulled away and wiped both cheeks before looking sheepishly at the teacher. "Ugh, I didn't wanna do this. Christmas is meant to be fun. I just wanted to... ignore all this until January and just not let being a moody bitch ruin everyone's Christmas!"
"Danny, you're not ruining anyone's Christmas!" Mr Trent insisted, "And it's absolutely fine that you said no to being my Best Man. I... may not agree with your reason, but I respect that you feel the way you feel!"
Danny sniffed and said, "Dr Arkwright says I... umm, what was it. Oh yeah, he says I judge myself too harshly."
"Maybe he's right," Mr Trent said with a slow nod. "I certainly don't think you mess everything up, Danny. I think you're incredible!"
"Thanks," Danny said glumly. "Just so you know, being your Best Man would have been an honour and... this isn't saying I wouldn't want to do it, I just... don't want something else to go wrong, especially something where so many people will know about it if it does!"
"Well how about this, then," Mr Trent said, placing a hand gently on Danny's arm. "The wedding's still a long way off, so maybe we don't make any decisions quite yet. We can talk about it another time, maybe once you're... feeling a bit better and see if you feel like it's something you want to do. How does that sound?"
A cautious smile spread across Danny's face as he nodded and said, "Yeah, I think I'd like that!"
"Great!" the teacher said with a contented nod. "Now," he continued, placing a hand on Danny's back to urge him to continue walking, "Can I ask you about how you're doing in general without you flipping out like a whiney little bitch?"
Danny's jaw slowly fell agape as he stared at the man, trying really hard to just look shocked rather than amused. "Oh, shots fired. Can a teacher really say shit like that to a student?" Danny asked, forcing a look of disapproval despite his smile.
"No, but it's fine to say to a friend," Mr Trent said, sliding his arm around Danny's shoulder.
Danny chuckled as he slipped an arm around the man in return.
As Chris headed back into the now-decorated Common Room, he spotted Nicky sitting alone, his gaze fixed across the room. As Chris approached and sat next to him he looked across to see Mikey sitting facing Bobby, Dom, Eoin and Rob's little brother, Milo. "What's going on?" Chris asked curiously.
Nicky smirked as he explained, "Mikey's just filling in our new `family members' on everything they might need to know about us lot!"
"That's adorable," Chris chuckled.
"But it's Mikey, so it's also scary. He's told them they're getting a quiz at the end and anyone who fails it gets no Christmas presents!" Nicky said, shaking his head.
"Weird, isn't it!" Chris mused.
Nicky frowned for a moment and said, "In general yes most things here are, but d'ya mean something in particular?"
Chris giggled at the reply and said, "Yeah, Mikey. This whole big family Christmas was HIS idea and now this," he nodded across the room, "But we can't even mention his actual family without him flipping out about hating them and how terrible family is!"
"Huh, I'd never really thought of that," Nicky said, cocking his head as he stared over at his best friend curiously.
"Are they really that bad?" Chris asked. "I've met both his parents, but only like a quick hello or goodbye at the start of a term. You actually stayed with them!"
Nicky sat in contemplative silence for a moment, then shook his head a little. "Promise you won't tell Mikey any of this, or anyone else?"
"Sure," Chris nodded.
"Well... I never really saw it," Nicky said with a heavy frown. "When I stayed there, they seemed... perfectly nice. They were, like, interested in Mikey and Kingswood stuff and made sure we had a fun time while we were there, but Mikey..." Nicky paused again, feeling almost like he was betraying his closest friend, "He was actually a bit of a bitch TO them and he'd flip out over the tiniest thing and it never really made sense why. I get that they might have been acting different because I was there, but..." He stopped, shrugging in lieu of actually finishing the sentence.
"You think he's making it up?" Chris suggested.
"No, I..." Nicky huffed, frustrated by the subject as he tried to rationalise the irrational. "Mikey's not a liar, he never has been. I just... I guess... it's kinda like HIS truth isn't always the same as the ACTUAL truth, which sounds freakin' mental!"
"No, I get it!" Chris nodded, placing a hand on Nicky's. "I know you're way closer to him than I am, but, well... we were a throuple. I got to know bits of Mikey other people don't, so... trust me, I get it!"
"Thanks," Nicky said, letting his head tilt to the side to rest on Chris' shoulder.
"Don't get comfy," Chris said, raising his shoulder slightly, "Looks like they're done!"
Across the room, Mikey had stood up and the other four boys all dispersed.
"So did they pass?" Nicky called out, raising his head as Mikey approached.
"Pfft, barely," Mikey said a little derisively, "But they'll do. They achieved the rank of distant cousin... except Milo, obviously, cos he's got insider knowledge, so I let him stay as Rob's brother!"
"You are SO weird," Chris said, shaking his head. As he saw Mikey go to reply, he quickly added, "And that wasn't an insult, I promise!"
"Well thanks then," Mikey replied then looked to Nicky and made a total conversational swerve as he stated, "You've been unlocked for, like, a whole day and haven't fucked me yet! Whassup with that!?"
"Oh my god," Nicky laughed, blushing a little as he shook his head at the bluntness.
"He's got a point though. After however long you had that thing on," Chris said, referring to the chastity device Nicky had been locked in for the past 3 months, "I'm surprised you haven't been fucking the entire day away!"
"The... thought has... crossed my mind," Nicky said, blushing a little as he folded his arms over his lap and leaned forward a little.
Chris and Mikey both smirked. They knew an attempt to hide an erection when they saw one.
"So this thing..." Mikey said, deftly bypassing the concealment to grasp at the growing bulge of Nicky's erection, "... is about to go inside me. The question is whether you wanna join us!" He looked to Chris curiously.
"Don't I get any say in this?" Nicky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Shh!" Mikey hushed him, raising a finger to his lips. "This doesn't concern you. I've had plenty of you for the past few months, now it's this guy I'm interested in!" he said, squeezing the now-full erection.
"Aww, it'll be just like old times!" Chris smirked as he stood and grabbed one of Nicky's hands.
Nicky felt himself get pulled to his feet as Mikey grabbed his other hand, leaving him nothing to conceal the massive bulge.
"If anyone asks, it's just a really big candy cane!" Chris teased, looking down at the monstrous erection snaking down Nicky's leg.
"I hate you both," Nicky grumbled, though thankfully they didn't bump into anyone else on the way to the dorms, so he was spared the embarrassment.
Three of the four-person dorms had been co-opted for the students remaining behind, their occupants mirroring the usual layout from the Home Building with Danny, Chris, Mikey and Nicky in one, Rob, Josh, Mark and David in the second, and the third taken by Milo, Eoin and the two Morgan brothers.
Much like their usual room, Chris and Danny's beds had been pushed together to make a double, so it was where Chris and Mikey led Nicky ready for what they were about to do. As soon as the three of them were safely inside the room, the kissing began. Nicky kissed Chris while Mikey undressed him, Mikey kissed Chris as Nicky returned the favour, Mikey kissed Nicky while Chris undressed himself and they concluded with a naked three-way kiss as they tumbled giggling onto the bed.
"I've missed you so much," Mikey sighed as he grasped Nicky's meaty cock in both hands and planted a kiss on the tip.
Nicky's eyes rolled back slightly as he shuddered and said, "I think he missed you too!"
"Maybe I should say hello too," Chris sniggered as he leaned down to also kiss the tip of the sizeable tool. As his lips wrapped around it, he felt Mikey's lips pushing back from the other side.
"Oh fuck," Nicky grunted as he felt the two boys making out with the head of his dick in the middle.
"Now that sounds like a plan!" Chris said as he pulled away, sniggering.
"Would you care to start?" Chris asked, with exaggerated formality, bowing a little to Mikey as he gestured to Nicky's cock.
"Oh no, after you, I insist!" Mikey replied, grinning excitedly. "You start, I'll finish!"
"Thank you, kind sir," Chris replied as he climbed off the bed. "Oh hey, did anyone think to bring..."
"Top drawer!" Mikey interjected, gesturing to the nearby cabinet.
"Ha, of course," Chris laughed as he headed over and pulled open the drawer. "Jeebus!" he exclaimed as he saw the massive amount of lubricant.
"Hey, I told ya, lost time to make up for!" Mikey smirked. "Especially as I have no idea when `someone' is gonna take him off the market!"
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Chris and Nicky both asked at the same time.
Mikey smirked again as he said, "Nothing, never mind. Now lube up, bottom boy!"
Chris and Nicky exchanged shrugs before getting back to it. Moments later, Chris was straddled over Nicky, lowering himself onto the oversized erection. Mikey was positioned behind him, nibbling at his neck while one hand reached round to stroke his chest and the other reached forward to caress Nicky's.
"Ugh, I forgot how big you are," Chris sighed as he slowly worked his way down onto the thick tool, his own cock throbbing from the mix of stimulations from the two boys wrapped around him.
"Honestly, me too," Nicky sniggered.
"Yeah, your mystery guy is SO lucky to have had you all to himself for so long," Mikey said, shooting a wry grin at Nicky over Chris' shoulder.
Nicky rolled his eyes a little. The identity of his chastity keyholder had remained unknown, even up to the previous night when Nicky was finally freed. Even though the chastity was over, they fully intended to continue their activities. However, the previous night, Mikey had revealed to Nicky that he knew who the mystery man was! After Mikey teased Nicky about it for a while, Nicky had eventually confessed that he didn't want to know, and that the mystery was part of the fun. Since then, Mikey had gone out of his way to continue teasing about it.
"Hey, what Nicky gets up to is HIS business, not ours!" Chris said, elbowing Mikey in the ribs.
"Thank you," Nicky said with a sweet smile.
"His sex life stopped being our business when he dumped us, remember!" Chris added with a cheeky grin.
"And thank you for that too," Nicky said flatly, then thrust his hips upwards to shove more of his dick into the other boy.
"Ugh, okay, sorry," Chris panted. "I'll shut up!"
"Yeah you will," Nicky said as he leaned forward and pulled Chris into a kiss.
All three froze as they heard a sudden gasp. Looking round, they saw Danny standing in the open doorway.
"Oh my god. My boyfriend's in bed with his exes!" Danny declared dramatically as he shut the door.
Chris snorted with laughter. "Shut up and join us!" he suggested, getting eager nods of agreement from the other two.
"Nah, I'm good," Danny said, shaking his head. As he saw concerned looks on all three of their faces, as turning down sex was painfully unlike him, he smiled and said, "But I'd love to watch!"
"Oh no, don't, I'd hate that!" Chris said flatly before sniggering.
"Hey," Mikey whispered, reaching past Chris to tap Nicky's shoulder, "You okay with that?"
Nicky let out a happy little mew at the consideration from Mikey. Nicky was known for having issues with being looked at, so it was a reasonable thing to question. "It's Danny. I'll manage!" he said, shooting Danny a playful wink.
"Sweet. Well get back to it then!" Danny said as he jumped onto Mikey's bed, leaned back against the wall and pulled out his dick.
With a spectator now watching, Chris put on much more of a show as he rode Nicky's dick, adding a few more exaggerated movements amongst his louder moans of pleasure, very clearly showing off for his boyfriend's enjoyment.
"Okay, my turn!" Mikey eventually demanded, pulling Chris so he pulled away and the large cock slid out of his butt.
As Mikey went to climb in in the same position Chris had been in, Chris grabbed him and said, "You should face the other way!"
"Cos you think I prefer how he looks from behind?" Nicky asked with a teasing smile as Mikey glared at him.
"No!" Chris replied, "Because if he's facing this way..." he paused to position himself, "... he can fuck ME while he rides YOU!"
"Some days I really love my life!" Mikey said with a nod as he turned and started sliding down onto Nicky's cock. "Okay, just gimme a minute to get used to this, then I'll do you!" he said a little shakily.
As Mikey started working on taking the thick tool more easily, Chris looked over at Danny and mouthed silently, "You okay?"
Danny smiled and nodded, giving a brief thumbs up as his other hand continued to slowly tug at his boner.
"Okay, get over here," Mikey said as he finally felt comfortable with the massive cock inside him. He reached out and pulled Chris back, letting his dick push into the hole Nicky had helped loosen up.
"Aww, this is just like old times!" Danny sniggered as he watched the three boys fuck.
"Yeah, us having sex with Chris while he thinks about how he'd rather be with you!" Mikey said with a wicked smile.
"Ohhhh!" all of the other three gasped at the same time, shocked and amused by the painfully accurate barb.
"Oh come on," Mikey said, sounding utterly unbothered by the dual fucking that was going on down below, "Can any of you really say I'm wrong?"
The others exchanged smirks and shrugs before replying, "No!" "Not really!" "He's right!"
"Exactly, now shut up, I'm fucking!" Mikey insisted. He suddenly felt arms wrap around him from behind and a face nuzzle into his neck.
"I love you. Never change!" Nicky whispered as he kissed his best friend's neck playfully.
Seeing what was going on behind him, Chris knelt up too and felt Nicky's hands pull at him, yanking him back to sandwich Mikey between them.
"Fuck that's hot," Danny gasped, stroking frantically as he watched them together.
It didn't take long for the first of them to cum. Unsurprisingly it was Mikey, who has hyper-stimulated from the cock inside him, Chris' arse around his own penis and the two bodies surrounding him. He loudly and eagerly shot his load into Chris and continued thrusting into him even after he had finished cumming, determined to finish Nicky off.
"Ah, oh my... fuck... unnh... yessss!" Nicky gasped as he felt Mikey clench his butt, squeezing at the hefty cock. He released several thick, heavy spurts into his best friend as he flopped back onto the bed, panting.
"Ugh, so hot," Chris gasped, his own hand having found its way to his dick, now stroking in time with Danny's movements. "Hey," he called out to get Danny's attention, then nodded to something on the ground and said, "Let's give ginge an early Christmas present!"
"Ha, love it!" Danny laughed. He jumped off the bed and picked up Nicky's discarded underwear. Still stroking, he approached Chris and climbed onto the bed, facing him. At the same time, they both began to shoot, releasing two hefty loads into Nicky's boxer briefs grasped between their dicks.
"Here," Chris said as he pulled away from Mikey, feeling his dick slide out. He handed over the soiled underwear.
"That's actually hot enough for me to forgive you calling me ginge, you Irish tosser!" Mikey sniggered as he took the boxers.
"Hey, I like those ones!" Nicky complained, seeing his underwear being gifted to the used-underwear-loving Mikey.
"Yeah, good luck getting them off of him now," Danny laughed.
As the four boys collapsed into a heap on the double bed, Chris nuzzled against his boyfriend and whispered, "Are you actually okay?"
Danny sighed slightly, then looked Chris in the eye and whispered back, "No, but... I'll get there eventually!"
"Wait, no, don't tell me, I'll get there eventually!" Bobby insisted, raising a hand to silence the room. He pointed at the boy standing in the doorway and said, "You're Rob... you're his big brother!" He pointed across the room to Milo and continued, "You're captain of the football team and you're dating... oh, what was it..."
"Luke from year twelve and Jazz from year ten!" Dom interjected.
Bobby scowled at his big brother and said, "I was getting there!"
Rob sniggered and said, "Mikey's lesson clearly paid off. But I'm rugby captain, not football!"
"Dammit, so close!" Bobby pouted.
"You also missed out that he's a colossal cuntbag!" Milo said moodily, the whole atmosphere of the room suddenly turning tense as the younger Wilson boy stared angrily at his brother.
"I don't remember Mikey saying that!" Bobby said with a thoughtful frown.
"Inside knowledge," Milo muttered, then looked over at his big brother and said, "Whadda you want, dickface?"
Rob had to hold back his annoyance at the name-calling. It would have been so easy to snap back at the boy, especially as he felt the sting of embarrassment from being insulted in front of the relative strangers, but he was determined to keep his cool. He took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, then said, "Milo, can we go talk please?"
"Actually, why don't we give you the room," Dom suggested as he stood up, gesturing for his younger brother to do the same, then smiled sweetly and said, "Come on Eoin, let's go." Bobby and Eoin both got up and followed, hurrying past Rob then shut the door behind them.
"Ya here to make sure I'm not doing it with any of those guys?" Milo asked pointedly, nodding towards the door.
"No, I'm here to apologise!" Rob said as he sat down across the room from his younger sibling.
"Oh," Milo said, sitting up on his bed, looking a little surprised. "Well... go on then!"
"Okay, I'm sorry!" Rob said bluntly.
Milo rolled his eyes and said, "Wow, that was worth waiting two months for!"
"Come on, give me a break. You think this is easy?" Rob huffed.
"You think having your big brother walk in on you doing... what I was doing then have to watch him beat up your friend is easy?" Milo asked in return, pouting as he folded his arms.
"No, I guess not," Rob said sheepishly. "Look, first of all... I shouldn't have hit Ivan. Violence is rarely the answer!"
"Don't you mean never?" Milo asked, cocking his head curiously.
Rob scoffed and shook his head as he said, "No. I've met guys who totally deserved a beating, no matter what mum and dad might say!"
Milo sniggered a little at the comment.
"But Ivan isn't one of them, and when we're at home I'm gonna apologise to him too cos he didn't do anything wrong!" Rob explained.
"Oh, and I suppose I did?" Milo said defensively, folding his arms again.
"No, I didn't say that, cos... you didn't!" Rob said, his brow furrowing a little. He sighed as he shook his head. "Milo, you... you have to remember, you're my little brother. I know you're twelve now, but that's still just a kid, I know because... I am too, so knowing you're doing what you're doing is one thing, but actually seeing it... I... I didn't know how to react so I just reverted to... to big brother mode and tried to protect you from something you probably didn't need protecting from!"
"You were a dick!" Milo said moodily. As he saw Rob shrink away a little, he pouted slightly and said, "But... I like that you wanted to protect me. You always do. It's why I wasn't scared for even a single second about coming here!"
Rob smiled meekly at the younger boy. "Look," he said thoughtfully, "I've... had some issues over the years, some I'm still dealing with, and not always that well, but I'm doing my best and I hate that I hurt you and I hate that I hurt Ivan and I hate the way I've been acting."
"I'm not a big fan myself!" Milo said with a cheeky grin. "But I get that me even being here was a big shock."
"It was!" Rob nodded, "And that was another thing I didn't handle well. I didn't make you feel welcome here, and then the stuff with Ivan and all of that adds up to me being a really shitty brother!"
Milo nodded along with what Rob was saying, then got up off his bed and paced across the room. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed, "But... when you do something wrong, you apologise, you make up for it, you learn and you... just don't do it again. That's what YOU always taught me, so... you've apologised, you've learned, all that's left is to make up for it!"
"And how do I do that?" Rob asked with a bemused smile.
"Firstly, promise that from next term and every term after that, I actually have the awesome big brother I told my friends I had!" Milo said, beaming proudly.
"I can do that!" Rob nodded. "And secondly?"
Milo didn't speak, he just held out his arms.
"I can do that too!" Rob said happily as he pulled the boy into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Milo," he whispered, "I'll do better!"
"I know you will," Milo replied. He smiled as he pulled away and said, "I think this is gonna be a really fun Christmas!"
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. New chapters of this story will post weekly, so be back same time next week for more! The Kingswood Complication will resume with Chapter 21 right after.
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The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://new.nifty.org/stories/tales-from-kingswood-05107/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://new.nifty.org/stories/half-term-at-kingswood-02038/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-eight-72284/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/a-very-kingswood-easter-59761/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-effect-64914/
Chris and Danny's Super Sexy Summer (Book 3 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/chris-and-dannys-super-sexy-summer-98673/
The Kingswood Complication (Book 4, ongoing) https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-complication-63298/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://new.nifty.org/stories/benny-takes-control-42615/
The Dangers of Desire – https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-dangers-of-desire-57149/
Benny's House – https://new.nifty.org/stories/bennys-house-65127/
Other Series
Possession – https://new.nifty.org/stories/possession-25306/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://new.nifty.org/stories/phils-naked-adventures-02988/
The Humiliation Games - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-humiliation-games-31885/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://new.nifty.org/stories/jakes-exposure-73714/
Becoming an Internet Master – https://new.nifty.org/stories/becoming-an-internet-master-13630/
Brian's Big Mistake – https://new.nifty.org/stories/brians-big-mistake-31378/
And Then It Got Worse – https://new.nifty.org/stories/and-then-it-got-worse-05003/
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://new.nifty.org/stories/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden-35531/