Brad

Sorry it took me so long to get back to writing- but I hope you will continue to enjoy the story. Just remember to play it safe when enjoying another's "company!"

Chapter 15

Matt stayed at Jenna's house while I went home to see if my parents would let him stay with us. Jenna's parents had come home after Rev. Morgan had left. Matt and I knew her parents, so they didn't think anything of us being there on a day off from school. When I got home, I paced the dining room floor while I rehearsed precisely what I was going to say. I heard a car drive up. I looked out the window. Dad. I'd hoped Mom would be the first to come home. I met him in the kitchen.

"Dad?" I asked as he opened the refrigerator. He knew instantly that something big was up. He looked out over the open door at me, "What is it?"

"I have something I need to ask you." He gave me a look of consent. I told him as much as I could remember of what Matt had told us.

"I don't think that's a very good idea."

"Why not?"

"It's complicated. It's not that I don't want to help him or that would mind him staying here..."

"Then what? It's not like I'm asking you to adopt him."

"Do you know who Matt's father is?"

"Yeah- he's a judge or something."

"Yes. He's a Federal Court judge who has been recently nominated to the State Superior Court."

"I thought he was retired."

"Semi-retired. But if his nomination goes through, he'll be anything but retired. With homosexuality and gay marriage being such a big issue right now, do you have any idea what a huge humiliation having a gay son is to him? McConnelly is a viciously ambitious person. I would be careful if I were you. Have you ever met him?"

"No."

"Good. Yours and Matt's relationship could damage his reputation severely. There's no telling what he might do."

"Why's that?"

"His son is gay- not good. His son is dating the son of a poor G-man and his parole officer wife- there's not exactly blue blood running through your veins, son- not good for them."

"What does any of that have to do with Matt staying here or not?"

"Montgomery McConnelly is also a very powerful and influential man with the City Council. He's not a member, but he's got so many members in his pocket that he doesn't need to be elected to run the show."

I still didn't see the relationship.

"As chief of police, I am directly accountable to the city council. If I bring Matthew into this house, we'll be the ones on the street because I'll be out of a job. Not to mention the fact that one of his most infamous golfing buddies is the director of your mother's supervisor over at the corrections center."

"He can't use his power like that!"

"Welcome to the world, my son...welcome to the world."

"That's so unfair." I fumed.

Dad just shrugged his shoulders to say `that's the way it goes.'

"I've gotta go." I jumped up and rushed out the door. I, of course, went back to Jenna's to give Matt the bad news. When I pulled up in her driveway, my cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Drew, this is Dad, as long as Matthew doesn't tell his father he'd staying here, he can stay with us for a while."

I exhaled loudly with a rush of relief that I wasn't going to have to tell Matt no- because he really didn't have many options. "Thank you- I'll tell him. I explained the situation to Matt and he agreed to the terms of secrecy set forth by my father. We got Jenna's dad to call Mr. McConnelly to find out where Matt's things were being sent. Matt and I went alone to get some of his things. When we got home, everyone was eating dinner. There were two empty place settings at the table next to each other. After dinner, my dad and I cleaned up the kitchen while mom and Melissa helped Matt settle into his new room. As I heard the sounds of him moving in, I couldn't help but remember the afternoon Matt had bullied me into his bedroom by threat of exposure and how I'd been so thoroughly disgusted with and repulsed by him at that moment. Now my heart swells to bursting with joy every time I think about him. Dad brought me back to reality.

"So, you and Matthew are back together, I take it."

"Yes." I said.

"Are you sure you just don't feel sorry for the trouble he's in that you had an, albeit small, part in creating?"

"No. He left white roses on our porch this morning before he had the showdown with his parents."

"He left white roses on our porch? Why'd he do that?"

"He was sorry for what happened at the beach." I didn't tell him about the scene Matt had made in Joanne's craft store with the white rose.

"Oh." He just stood silently at the sink trying to scrape the scraps of food into the disposal.

I asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I just can't believe they said all those things to Matt. His life must be a nightmare right now. I guess we're his family? I don't know how that'll work. I can't adopt him because I'm not letting you date your own brother. Besides I'd be professionally toast for even submitting the paperwork after his dad was through with me."

"Don't worry about it, Matt turned 18 last November. There's something else, though. Matt said it this afternoon and it's been bothering me ever since. He said that he guessed he would be better off dead since he was never supposed to be alive in the first place. You don't think he'd try to hurt himself, do you?"

"If we hadn't brought him here and he had to stay on the streets or in a shelter, or even in a non-permanent place like a teammate's house or something, he may have. But, since he's get a stable place to stay, I think he'll be fine."

I felt better. Even when your 17, there are rare instances when a father is a comforting and securing presence. We finished in the kitchen and I went to check on Matt while dad sat at the kitchen table and started opening the mail. The guest room was the only bedroom on the first floor. I stood in the doorway. My sister had already gone back to her room and mom was making the bed while Matt put his clothes in the chest of drawers. I walked over and started helping mom get the bed straightened out.

We finished and she stepped back.

I said, "Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria, but not bad." Matt just looked at us. His eyes were watery. He was going to cry again. Damn it.

"Well," mom said, "Drew, you can help Matt finish settling in and I'll be out in the living room if you need me."

I sat in a chair and watched Matt unpack. I didn't know what to say and neither did he, so we just were. Eventually, he finished putting everything away and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I just don't know what I'm going to do. Where do I go from here? I can't stay here forever."

"Have you gotten into college?"

"Yeah...but I can't afford to go."

"I'm sure you could get a student loan or something."

"I guess."

"Where are you going?"

"Florida State."

"Cool." I was going to UNC Chapel Hill- I've always liked Tarheel blue. So, our relationship would probably fade away to nothing after we were several states removed from one another. But, for the moment we weren't in separate states, but indeed were under the same roof. When I thought about it, I couldn't imagine how much my life had changed in the last 2 months or so.

We watched TV as a family that night. After everyone went to bed, I laid there looking up at the ceiling. What would Matt living with me and my family do to our relationship, such as it was? I guess Brad was officially over at this point. His father would kill me after what he knew of Matt and me. I was amazed that he showed no signs of anger with me today at Jenna's. I don't know if he knew beforehand that Matt and I were together. He had accused me of double dipping when he and my mom had it out- but he'd made no mention of it at Jenna's. Oh well- maybe he'd gotten over it. As I laid on the bed, surrounded by the darkness with the faint yellowness of the streetlight coming in through the opened blinds, I decided to sneak into Matt's room. That would be daring, fun, and safe. Everyone was asleep and had been for a while now. I got up off the bed and tiptoed down the stairs into the living room. As I turned and went down the hall that led to Matt's new bedroom, I noticed a light coming from underneath the bathroom door. I went to Matt's room and peeked in. He wasn't in there. I knocked on the bathroom door and heard rustling noises.

"Matt?"

No answer.

"Matt, is that you?"

Still nothing. Then I heard a loud thud sound. I tried the door, it wasn't locked. I cracked the door a bit and looked in. Matt was at the sink. I could see in the mirror that he had a gun in his hand.

"Matt? What are you doing?"

He didn't say anything.

"Matt, please don't do this. Whatever happens, I'm here for you."

"Today." He said, "How do I know that tomorrow you won't be gone too?"

"I'm not going anywhere. We may not always be lovers, but that doesn't mean I won't always care for you or that I won't always be there for you."

"I don't know that."

"No, you just have to trust me. Do you trust me?"

There were tears welling up in his eyes.

He closed his eyes. He looked like he might be relaxing just a bit.

"I'm going to go get help."

"Don't leave me."

I stopped and turned back to him.

"I'm not going anywhere." I said, watching his face tense up again. I turned to look down the hall to see if anyone had heard us. There was no one. Just as I turned back, the gun went off. I will not nor cannot describe what I saw. Matt fell to the floor in a slump. I screamed and ran over to him. I was still screaming. The tears in my eye stung like fire, but it barely registered. I screamed and cried as I cradled his lifeless body in my arms. My lover was dead.

My mother appeared in the doorway. I looked up. It was dark. I looked around. I was in the downstairs bathroom, but the tile floor was spotless. She clicked on the light. I was kneeling on the floor, facing the door. Matt was standing behind her, a look of shock and surprise on his face. He pushed past her.

"Are you alright?" He asked, getting down on the floor and stroking my hair with his hand.

I reached over and hugged him so tight it had to have hurt him a little bit. I hugged him like I thought I might never hug him again. The heat of his body was incredible.

"You were just dreaming." My mother informed me. "I'm going back to bed."

Matt looked into my eyes... "What was it? What did you see?" I couldn't bring myself to tell him the gruesome and terrible thing I had witness in the darkness of my fearful imagination. I just laid there with him cradling me in his strong arms. After a few minutes, I calmed down enough to breath normally again.

"I need to get back to bed." I said.

"Do you mind if I go with you?"

I looked at him for a moment.

"I guess so- just so long as we don't get caught."

"We won't do anything. I just don't to be away from you right now."

We walked in silence back up the stairs, the only sound the brushing of our socks against the carpet. We went into my bedroom and we both laid down without a word between us. The next morning found us still fully dressed but right up against one another. I could feel the warmth of his body through the fabric of our clothing, he felt so good, so strong, so secure, like nothing could ever hurt us again. He stirred. He rolled over and looked at me. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat when his beautiful eyes locked in on mine. He smiled. We got up, dressed, and headed downstairs. It was getting close to time to leave. My mother was sitting at the table.

"Sorry I didn't get breakfast made, I over slept." She did that for Matt's benefit. Mom was not a morning person so breakfast rarely came to pass. We went our separate ways at school and the day passed surprisingly uneventful.

That afternoon, my sister had soccer practice and Matt didn't have baseball practice, so we had the house to ourselves. We sat on the couch watching TV. I looked over at him as he gazed up at the top of the fireplace. His mind was as far from what was on TV as mine. He noticed me staring intently at him. He slid over towards me and put his head on my shoulder. I ran my long slender fingers through his tousled blonde hair. He looked up at me; I bent down and kissed him gently. He returned the favor. He moved closer and put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me head on. I had yearned to feel his lips again- the tender roughness of his mouth, the feel of his teeth against my tongue, and the feel of his hands against the back of my head. We broke our kiss and I stared into his eyes. His eyes were not stormy; they weren't uncertain; they were powerful; they were fiery. He was as ready for this moment as I ever could have been.

"Let's go upstairs." I said. We left the TV on and ran upstairs and fast as we could. We rushed into my room and slammed the door. We practically attacked one another. We'd been apart for so long. We had both been without sexual contact for so long that we couldn't take it another second. My hands were fumbling with his shirt while his hands fumbled with my pants but our lips never left one another. I pushed him back onto the bed and got on top of him.

I crouched down over his midriff with my tongue so deep in his mouth, it pulled at the muscles in the back of my mouth. I put my hands on both sides of his head and started moving down. I kissed the side of his neck. His breathing became faster and more labored. My hands had now gotten their rhythm back and were making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. I pulled back the edges to reveal his white cotton undershirt. I grabbed one of his nipples in my mouth through the cloth. I knew the glory and the work of art that lay beneath that thin veil of white.

I felt his cock rising to full mast beneath me. I couldn't help myself. I slid down his body. I stared at the tent in his jeans. I stared at the wondrous phallus that awaited me. All I had to do was unlock it from its prison and it would reward me with its warmth and liquid. I wasted no time. I pulled down his zipper, fished around and pulled out that cock that I wanted. I threw my face down on it, the hunger I had for his body was insatiable. I bobbed my head up and down.

I took his balls and sucked them one at a time into my mouth. The feelings of the two golden orbs in my mouth almost made me shoot my load right then. The feeling of his warm lithe flesh in my mouth made me tingle all over. As I sucked, I rubbed my hands up and down his thighs, feeling the smooth skin that covered his body heating up beneath my hands. I felt him put his hand on my head and guide my mouth up and down. I pulled down my own jeans and climbed aboard. I guided his condom clothed cock towards my waiting and hungry ass. I gasped slightly as the meaty cock pushed against my hole. Then, it slid in and I felt its flesh moving within my flesh. My hands and legs propelled me up and down his long, hard shaft. I could hear the faint grunts escaping as he built towards a climax. He put his hands out and grabbed the sheets in a feeble attempt to hold on a few seconds longer. I could feel his cock swell inside me as he grew closer and closer to shooting his load up my hot horny asshole. With a slight yelp, he blasted me. It flew in and kept coming. I fell down on top of him, my face against his; my chest against his. He was still taking in heaving deep breaths as his orgasm subsided and the beads of sweat on his forehead began to dry.

He pushed me off him and I rolled over to the side of the bed. He may have blown, but it wasn't finished. He pulled me back over to himself. He slid down my body. I felt his breath on my back as he moved, kissing me further and further down. I hadn't expected what came next. He grasped the sides of my ass with his hands and spread them. I felt his breath on my hot, hard ass. He kissed me. Then I felt something unusual. I felt something squirming inside me. It was both creepy and exhilarating. I looked over my shoulder. I could see both his hands and he his cock. What was he doing? Holy shit! That was his tongue. Fuck that was hot. He was shoving his tongue up my ass and swirling it around. Then, he moved his hands over my body and took hold of my rock solid dick. He pumped it slowly up and down. After what I'd just seen and done, it wouldn't take long for it to be enough. It wasn't. My cum sprayed out directly in front of me and onto the carpet and edge of the bed spread. I didn't care. Matt was here, so nothing could be wrong.

I just laid there with him up against me as the afternoon wore on. We were awakened from either sleep or reverie by the sound of a car driving up outside. Mom was home. We'd better get dressed. I couldn't help but stare at him as Matt picked up his clothes and put them back on. We cleaned up the mess I'd made then walked toward the door. He turned to face me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to himself. He pressed his lips to mine and I kissed him deeply, passionately. No, Mr. McConnelly was going to me mine from now on.

So there ya go.

Drew.