"So, what the hell happened?"
Kevin sat against the rock, arm around Bobby. His friend's head lay on his chest, the rest of his body snuggled against the teen. It felt... well, different, but Kevin couldn't say it was wrong. Bobby needed him. He looked down at the mess of blond hair. Somebody really should comb that. Not him, though. Reaching over, with his free hand, he mussed the hair a bit more.
"Tell me."
Bobby sighed, moving his head against Kevin's t-shirt so he wasn't talking directly into his chest.
"Dad's moving out today." Kevin waited, hand leaving Bobby's hair. "I asked if I could help him move into the hotel, and Mom said no."
"He's going to a hotel?"
"For now. He's going to try and get an apartment nearby, so I can bike there. Mom doesn't like that."
"She can't keep you from seeing your dad. There're laws about that."
"Yeah, but... she's Mom. I love her, too. I just want to see Dad, sometimes."
They sat in silence.
"Maybe," Kevin suggested, "she's afraid your dad will make you gay."
Bobby broke out laughing. As if that had suddenly fixed everything, he pushed himself up and slid back until he was sitting against the rock in his accustomed place. Their shoulders touched. After a moment, his face turned serious again.
"I can't tell Mom."
"About what?" Bobby gave Kevin a look. "Oh, right. No problem. It'll just be between the three of us."
The idea of not telling Vicky didn't even cross Kevin's mind. They shared everything. Bobby's hand reached for his.
"You're OK with this?"
"I think so," he said, nodding. "It might take time to adjust, but it'll be OK."
"Even... the kiss?"
Kevin thought. He wasn't gay. He knew that. He passed the boobs make boners test quite well. However... he shrugged.
"Yeah. I'm OK with it. As long as you stay you."
****
Vicky rode her bike down Greiner with abandon. Not reckless abandon, no. This was calculated abandon, every move on her dirt bike reasonably safe, no matter how it looked. And it looked reckless. The two lane road had gravel shoulders, often uneven with holes, sticks, and other fun obstacles. She wove between them at speed, facing traffic, so she could see the face of death. Or, at least, the faces of the drivers marveling at her skill.
Same thing.
She had been down this road many times. It connected the neighborhood, that multi street complex of houses they all called home, to the woods, which they also called home. There were other ways to get there. Safer ways, the ways the trio had traveled in their younger days. But, they were almost adults now. About to enter High School. The roads were their highway. They could handle the danger, the oncoming traffic...
Vicky swerved again.
Also the roadkill. That was yucky, though.
She had gotten back home late the night before, tired after long lines at airports. Staying with her Grandma in New York had been awesome, so many things to do, relatives to meet. The trip to Ellis Island had especially been great, those old rooms reminding her of their forest. She hadn't been allowed to just explore, though. You had to stay on the tour path. That sucked. At least at the Naval Park downtown, part of the fun was in fact trying to find the path you were supposed to take through the ships. Even with the repainted lines on the decks, it could be tricky.
As a semi came at her, she saw the start of the dirt path through the tall grass, leading to the start of the woods. With a quick jerk of the handlebars, she wrenched the front wheel onto it, the rest of the bike following as metal death passed behind her. She let the bike coast down the slight incline, timing it so she hit the petals again just as the front tire bottomed out. A few more moments, swerving a bit to avoid a stick some jerk had let fall in her way, and...
She was home.
Vicky let the bike slow, now that she was in the woods, her body relaxing. It had been too long. Five whole days, actually closer to six. She had heard the old saying, that you never know how much you love something until it is gone. That was definitely true. She loved this forest.
She also loved Kevin.
Putting her feet down, she stopped her bike at the first cross path. Love. Love was silly, they had agreed. One need only look at the various pairings around them to see that. The drama, the breakups and heartbreak. Who needed that. They had friendship. What could be better?
Well, kissing, for one. And touching, and more kissing, and... Vicky sighed. She had been thinking of kissing Kevin forever. Not when they were together, at least not much. No, when the three of them were playing, or just being themselves, it was the same as always. Just a comforting... oneness of being. It was at night, when she was alone under the covers, that the complications arose. She had been touching herself for over a year, wondering at it all. And... now, she saw Kevin's face when she closed her eyes, one finger getting wetter. Never Bobby. Bobby was cute, yes. Blond, cute, with nice eyes. But, Kevin... his short brown hair, part a bit to the left of center, those brown eyes, the way his lips smiled, the bulge he got in his pants when they were at the park surrounded by partly clothed teen girls...
She had a body now. A nice one. Boobs as big as apples, brown apples with pink stems. A triangle of sparse black curly hair was between her legs. Would Kevin get a boner if he saw her nude? Would he want to kiss her? Touch her? More than touch?
She shook her head. It was too distracting. She just wanted to find her friends. They had been gone before she woke, Kevin's phone giving her a recording while Bobby's mom was in a right bitchy mood. Vicky didn't like her, and she thought the feeling might be mutual. Or she was just being silly. That was always a possibility.
The choices of where the boys could be, this early, were few. The fort was the obvious first place to check. For one, she'd pass a few other haunts on the way there. Second, if they WEREN'T there, she could swing around and check other places on the way to the mall, which was opening soon. All in all a good search pattern, one they'd used before in the past while seeking one of their pack. Kicking off, she set petal to the chain and set off down the path.
****
The relief at seeing two familiar bikes in the hiding spot near the fort was almost orgasmic. They were here. She was here. They would be one again. One from three. Not even bothering to conceal her white bike, thus opening their fort to possible discovery, she let it drop to the ground noisily as she quickly walked down the faint path. The bushes scratched her, leaving red marks on her brown skin, the fort's guards extorting their toll. Finally...
"Vicky!"
The two boys shot to their feet, expressions of pure joy. Her own must have mirrored it, for they just grinned. Opening her arms, she quickly went forward. They met her half way, Kevin on her right, Bobby on her left, the boy's free arms around each other. They stood there, foreheads together, body's trembling.
"I missed you guys," she whispered. "I missed you so much."
"Same here." Kevin squeezed her, Bobby's arm doing the same a moment later, probably reacting to being squeezed himself. She lifted her head. Her friends looked blurry Laughing, she released them, hand going to her jeans pocket for a tissue.
"None of you had better be going anywhere for a bit," she said, wiping her eyes. "I don't know if I could deal." She saw Bobby's eyes were red as well, at least a bit. They both released her. As one, they retreated to the stone. Kevin slid down with practiced grace against it, Bobby on his right. Vicky slid down on his left, her shoulder against his. She looked at them both.
"So, what's been going on?"
****
"I know a number of gay people. Well, know of them, met them."
Vicky picked up a reddish rock, examining the bottom to see if any worms or other crawlies were there. Seeing none, she walked over to the half built dam and carefully placed it next to Bobby's rock. The fit was good, although some pebbles would fill in the crack better. Even as she thought that, Bobby was there with some good sized ones to try out.
"Where did you meet them?" Kevin asked. He sat on the edge of the small stream, stripping the bark from a stick that looked a bit like a boat. Vicky bent down and rolled up her pant legs a bit more.
"Oh, remember my cousin? The one with the huge boobs?" She slid her eyes to him, saw his widen. She wished her shirt was tighter, so her own boobs were more evident bent over like this.
"Oh! Yes! God, they were big!"
"She and her friends have a guy who hangs with them, who's as flaming as a... well, flame. I think they do each other's nails and such."
"Dad doesn't do that," Bobby said, frowning. She looked at him apologetically as she straightened.
"I know! I'm just saying, that's one guy I know! Mom knows a couple who shop at her store, too, and I've met them. They don't have nail polish. That I know of, at least."
"I wonder what kind of guy Dad... likes." Bobby stood up, examining the dam. Vicky moved to stand next to him, Kevin rising to join them. Water was starting to build up behind it. Vicky shrugged.
"Just ask him. Not now, probably, but later. Once everything's settled."
"Yeah," Kevin nodded. "There's no hurry. He'll be gay for a long time."
Bobby looked at Kevin for a long moment. Vicky wondered what was going on. There were no secrets between them, after all, and she had a lot of catching up to do.
"What?" she asked. Bobby sighed, eyes meeting hers.
"I think I'm gay too."
Vicky felt her mouth open. She quickly shook her head, looking between the two of them.
"Really?"
"Really," Kevin nodded. "We haven't done the boner test, but he seems pretty gay. He kissed me."
"He..." Vicky just stared at Kevin. Bobby had...
Well, if he was gay, should she be surprised? She loved both of them, and wanted to kiss Kevin. So, Bobby loving both of them and wanting to kiss Kevin just made sense. Hell, in a way it just gave them yet another thing in common. She saw Bobby looking at her, waiting. Waiting for her reaction. What was her reaction?
She smiled, getting a relieved one in return.
"You realize this means we're going to have to share him," Vicky said. He nodded, smiling. Turning to Kevin, she stepped closer. "I have some catching up to do." Leaning in, she kissed him.
****
Kevin was quiet during lunch.
They were at Vicky's house, tossing down salami and cheese sandwiches as well as rehydrating generously. Mrs. Miller was there, having stopped home for a quick meal herself before going back to the quilt store she ran on Transit. That there was, in fact, good money to be made selling hundreds of patterns of fabric for quilts always surprised him when he thought about it. At the moment, though, as Vicky told the three of them tales of her trip to New York City, his thoughts were on something even more surprising.
He had been kissed.
Twice.
By his two best friends.
He had, yes, had thoughts about Vicky before. How could you not. She was beautiful, in her tomboyish way, from her curly black hair to her dark brown feet, especially with the breasts and curves which had appeared between those two points in the last year or two. Plus, she was Vicky. To not love Vicky would be insane.
But, Bobby...
It was the two kisses that were the issue. Vicky's kiss had been wonderful. Incredible. Her lips so soft, her right hand on his chest as she leaned in, her body exciting all his senses even with that being their only contact.
Bobby's kiss had felt the same way.
He wasn't gay. Wasn't. Did that mean anything, though? Did the word have any value to them? Or... could they just say they were who they were, with no labels? He loved his friends. They... well, they appeared to love him too, in ways unexpected. Did he love them that way in return?
Was that even a question?
"So, what are you children doing after this?"
Mrs. Miller's question broke Kevin out of his contemplation. The other two looked at him. He was, unofficially, the leader. Kevin had no idea when it had developed, but it had just always been so. When he had an idea, they agreed instantly. If one of them had an idea, they suggested it to him, and went along with what he said. It wasn't something he abused, to say the least. He hadn't even noticed it until his Dad had pointed it out a few years ago, and Kevin promptly tried to ignore the information.
It just got in the way.
"We'll probably let Vicky trash us on the Wii for a bit, if you don't mind. Make up for lost time. Bobby's going to spend the night at my house tonight."
"Can I go over too, Mom? Please?"
The look Mrs. Miller gave her daughter was hard to decipher. Reaching across the kitchen table, she covered her hand.
"Given I haven't seen you in a week, I HAD hoped we'd spend some time together today. Your father's off with some of the guys after work, so we'll be on our own."
"Yeah, but..." Kevin almost laughed at Vicky's expression. She was obviously playing her mother, even though they all knew this game backwards and forwards. He put his elbows on the table, leaning forward.
"Mrs. Miller, maybe the three of us can crash here Saturday night?"
"Hey, yeah! Mom, can we? Please?"
They had done it before, many times. The basement rec room was the perfect place for teens to crash with sleeping bags, providing privacy and isolation yet easy for parents to check in on. In recent years, all their sleepovers had started to occur here. For some reason, his and Bobby's parents weren't comfortable with the three of them spending the night in the same bedroom.
"OK," she said, smiling, "we can do that. I'll make pizza and wings."
"Cool! I love you, Mom!"
"You'd better!"
****
Vicky, controller in hand, watched as Kevin vanished up the basement steps.
"Are you OK with all this, Vicky?"
She turned to Bobby. Her friend looked unsure, which was so unlike him. Sliding across the couch, erasing the void left by Kevin as he went to take a piss, she put her arm around him, squeezing.
"More than OK. I'm just happy you know. I did kind of wonder, to be honest."
"You did?"
"Yeah, but then what do I know? You just never leered at girls the way Kevin did."
"I noticed you leering at him," Bobby said, hugging her back. She smiled shyly.
"Yeah."
"We share him, then?"
She nodded firmly.
"Yup. If he'll let us."
****
News of the Stanfield's breaking up had reached Kevin's parents, even before he called his Mom at work to ask about Bobby spending the night. They were more than happy to have him over, his Dad breaking out the grill. To say Bobby, and Vicky, had grown up as if two of their own would understate the case. They sat on the patio eating grilled chicken and corn on the cob, cold Pepsi washing it down. Kevin was very proud of his parents for not talking about the divorce. They also didn't seem to know the reason, which was good, or at least if they did know the reason they were keeping it to themselves. Either way worked for Kevin.
After dinner, Bobby called his mother. Kevin tried not to listen, but couldn't help it. There was no yelling, no crying. Everything seemed OK. He called his father's phone next, spending ten minutes talking to him. There were tears in his eyes as he hung up.
"He's at the motel by the library, the one that rents by the week."
"It's small," Kevin observed. Bobby nodded.
"Yeah. He's taking tomorrow off work to look at a few apartments. He probably won't be able to get one until the end of the month."
Kevin gave him a quick hug.
"Let's watch some TV."
****
It was well past midnight when the two abandoned the living room TV and retired to Kevin's room. Despite all that had happened, Kevin didn't think twice about shedding his clothing and putting on his pajama bottoms in front of Bobby. He had done that all his life. Neither did he give any thought to the day's events as he turned off the lights, slipping under the sheets on his side of the bed. Bobby was already on the other side. Pulling the sheet up and getting comfortable on his pillow, Kevin gave a tired sigh.
"Good night."
There was a moment's silence from his friend.
"Kevin..." The mattress shifted. Turning his head, he saw the shape of Bobby now close to him. The boy paused, just looking at Kevin.
"What is it?" Kevin whispered. The shape rose above him, then lowered. Lips touched his.
This was so much more than what had happened in the woods to not even be the same act. Before the kiss told of love, friendship, need. This told of... desire. A wet tongue licked Kevin's lips. His mouth opened, letting in his questing friend. He felt a hand on the side of his face, another on his bare chest. Both felt electric. His own arms raised, hands going to the bare shoulders above him, not knowing what else to do. He let Bobby lead.
Slowly, he felt the hand move down his chest. Bobby's fingertips slid over his skin, sending shivers through him. They circled and meandered, as if afraid of their final destination. As they reached the point where the elastic of his pajamas defended his now hard dick, Bobby broke the kiss. Eyes now adjusted to the darkness, Kevin looked up into his friend's eyes. Bobby licked his lips.
"I'm about to see how gay I am..."
Sitting up, he pulled off the sheet, reached down, and grabbed the top of Kevin's bottoms. He tugged. Not even thinking, Kevin lifted himself up, allowing his one piece of clothing to slide down his legs. The feeling of the fabric leaving him was almost like a kiss itself, his skin reacting to everything around it.
He was nude next to his friend.
There was a long pause. This could be it, Kevin thought. Bobby might not really be gay, or just part way. That would be OK. They would jerk off together or something. Even as he thought that, a tentative hand touched his dick. He sucked in a breath, as light fingertips brushed over it. Soon they were wrapped around him, slowly moving up and down.
Kevin had never felt anything like it. He closed his eyes, just reveling in the feelings shooting through him. His hips slowly thrust up and down, matching Bobby's rhythm. The pleasure built, and built...
"Gonna shoot," he whispered. Bobby's speed increased, his hand tightening its grip. With a gasp, Kevin felt it start. Felt the fluid start its journey, up from his balls. A moment later he spasmed. Wetness splattered on his chin, and chest.
"Oh, god... Bobby..." Wet lips touched his, and without thought Kevin thrust his tongue upward, both hands going to his lover's head. He felt his cock squeezed again, another shudder of pleasure going through him. Bobby's lips left his, sliding downward. He felt a tongue tentatively lick his chin. It licked again, cleaning it of cum. He heard Bobby groan, his head burying itself in Kevin's shoulder even as his body pressed against Kevin's. Rolling over, their arms wrapped around each other, legs entangling.
Without words, all was said that needed to be said.