Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:50:23 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 10

Kevin by Tom Cup

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Kevin
Chapter 10
By Tom Cup

The next few months were a blur filled with tutors and lesson.  There was
always the standard stuff that I was use to from school but I also had to
take piano and art; Marie insisted that any civilized individual should
learn to play an instrument and recognize serious art.  I was excited about
it all in the beginning but now it was beginning to get on my nerves.  I
complained to Marie that I hadn't really been allowed to do anything fun;
that my days were booked solid with this thing, or that, and they all seemed
to blur into one another.  She smiled and said, "Be patient little one."
But Antonio said, "Get use to it.  I looked at him and saw that he wasn't
being his usual sarcastic self, but rather seemed to be slightly annoyed by
our workload himself.

Antonio came to my room before sunrise and woke me.  "Come on," he
whispered, "Shhhhh, don't wake mom and Uncle Tony.  I'm getting you out of
here for awhile."  He threw me clothes and said, "Hurry."  I had no idea
what was up but another day of tutors, and Tony and Marie's anger, were out
weighed by the thought of sneaking out and having some fun.  We made our way
quietly down the stairs and out the back to the garage.  We pushed Antonio's
motorcycle out to the main gate before he started it, and I climbed on,
holding on to him around his waist.

I loved the feel of the vibrating bike between my legs and sported a hard-on
as we rode twisting and turning on this street and that.  I laid my head on
the back of Antonio's shoulders as we rode, and pressed myself against him,
not caring where we were going.  We drove for almost an hour before
stopping. The sun was just coming up as he brought the bike to a stop in a
park among the trees.  I eased off the bike and stretched as Antonio began
pulling items from the saddlebags.  He spread a blanket and then brought out
some bread, fruit, cheese and a thermos of wine.  We ate quietly not saying
much, just enjoying each other's company away from our scheduled lives.

"So now you know how it really is to be Bolognia," he said lying on his back
and gazing at the sunlight streaking through the bare limbs of the trees.  I
rolled over on my side facing him and could see a certain sadness in his
eyes.  "I know you think it's a lot better than where you came from," he
continued,  "But sometimes I wish I had seen the things you have."

"You're crazy," I said.

He laughed and turned to face me, "I mean it.  I have always none what to
expect from one day to the next. Just for once I would like to do something
unexpected or have something unexpected happen to me."  I didn't really know
what to say to that.  I mean, I was getting frustrated with all the stuff
that I had to do and I was glad we had "escaped" the day's schedule but I
wouldn't trade it back for my old life.  Suddenly, a wave of guilt hit me.
Tony and Marie would be worried.  They might think something happened to me.

"We should call them and tell them we're all right," I said knowing it was
not what Antonio wanted to hear.  He nodded but said, "I'll take the blame.
They won't be mad at you and won't even be mad at me for long.  We'll both
spend time in our rooms until dinner and have to write apologies to
everyone... but in the end we'll be forgiven."

It was then that I realized why we were there.  There was something that was
bothering Antonio and he want to tell me, me alone.  "What's wrong,
Antonio?" I asked.  He didn't look at me just said, "You had a boner all the
way here.  I could feel it."  Usually, he would have made a joke of
something like that but his look was distant as if recalling a dream.  I
should have blushed that he noticed but I just stared at him saying, "So."

He turned to face me and brushed my cheek, moving my hair away from my face.
  "So, cousin, I see the way you look at me sometimes when you think I'm not
looking.  So, I want to know what you are thinking."  I didn't really know
what he was getting at and told him so.  He fell back on his back and
whisper, "Maybe we should be getting back."

He laid there looking up into the trees and I sat playing with the blanket
beneath us wondering if I should say anything more.  In the end I asked, "Do
you like me?"

"You know I do," he answered.

I nodded not taking my eyes off the blanket. "I like you too," I said and
place my hand on top of his hand that was resting on his stomach above his
naval. He took a deep breath, entwined his fingers around mind and closed
his eyes.

"Sometimes," he said, "It's just to lonely at home.  I mean before you came
it was almost always just mom and me.  A guy can get really sick of that.  I
love mom and all, but sometimes she is a bit overbearing.  You know what I
mean?"  I nodded and lay down next to him resting my head on his shoulder.
"It's not that I have anything real to complain about.  I know my family
loves me and would do anything for me.  I just wish..."

"What?"  I asked

"It's stupid," he said.

"Everything that we say to each other is between us right?"  I asked.

He shifted to look at me and nodded.  We stared into each other's eyes and I
could feel our faces slowly moving closer to one another.  Our lips touched
and we gently kissed.  He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as if
searching for what to do next.  I smiled and kissed him again this time
opening my mouth so his tongue could find mine.  We kissed for a long time
before separating.  "I guess you know now," he said, "You won't say anything
will you?"

"That's silly," I said, "What would I say, `Dad, Antonio kissed me and I
kissed him back.'" We both laughed but I knew what he meant.  "No," I
reassured him, "Your secret is safe with me, promise."

Then I asked, "Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

"You could use some work," he said returning to his old self.

"You could too," I countered.

He turned to me with a little of the sadness back in his eyes, "I know you
aren't really my cousin," he said, "And I know Uncle Tony is...well...he
likes boys... a boylover.  Don't look so shocked.  Mom knows too though she
would never admit it and would kill me if she knew I ever said a word to
anyone, especially to you, about it.  She thinks you don't know, or at least
that's what she says.  She really loves you.  I guess we all do.  But, the
thing is that Uncle Tony and I use to do things together but we haven't done
anything since he brought you home."

I was on the verge of tears now from fear and shame.  That Antonio had
known, and probably Marie, what Tony and I were up to from the very moment
they had taken me into their home.  I suddenly felt dirty.  I wanted to hide
under a rock.

"I'm not mad at you," Antonio continued, "It's just that I miss those times
Uncle Tony and I spent together.  I miss the feel of ..."

"I miss him too," I confessed, "We haven't done anything since he brought me
to live with you."

Antonio seemed shocked. "You mean not even when you went away together to
Philly?"

I shook my head and told him the part of the story I had left out of the
first telling.  He laughed and said,  "No wonder you get a hard-on when a
breeze blows!"  We both laughed and I felt better now that we had each other
to talk too.  "I guess Uncle Tony is having a hard time putting it all
together too," he said almost to himself and then to me he asked, "Do you
think I could come to see you sometime, I mean, at night when the others are
asleep?"  I smiled, nodded, and kissed him on the cheek.

When we got back to the house, there was a police car in the drive. "Shit,"
cursed Antonio, "It's worst than I thought."  We parked the bike in front of
the main entrance and hurried up the stairs. "Just stand there and look
innocent; let me do the talking," Antonio told me.  I couldn't believe how
scared I was.  I knew I wasn't going to get whipped or anything; or maybe I
didn't.  It sure felt like I was walking in for a belt.  I could almost feel
it striking my ass as we climbed the steps.  The door opened before we
reached the top and Tony, followed by Marie and a police officer stepped
out.

They all just stared at us and it really made me feel bad.  Tony turned the
officer and thanked him for making the trip.  He left shaking his head.
Marie motioned us in and I followed her with Tony flanking Antonio.  We all
marched straight into the library and sat down.  Tony slid the library doors
closed and called William; asking that we not be disturbed.  I was scared
shitless!  I looked at Antonio and he even looked a little nervous which
made me feel even worst.  They've never done it like this, I thought,
however they usually react this is not it. We are in deep shit!

It was Marie who spoke first.  "Needless to say," she began, "We are quite
disappointed in the both of you.  You, Antonio for taking Kevin off and you,
Kevin, for going along with it.  What were you thinking?"

"Don't blame Kevin," Antonio said, "It was my idea.  I just wanted to have
some fun and conned him into coming along."

"And how did he manage to con you into going along?"  Tony asked looking at
me.

"I told him we were only going on a ride before breakfast," Antonio answered
quickly and they both turned sharp gazes on him but he continued, "He wanted
to call but I convinced him otherwise."

"Do not interrupt again," Marie scolded, "We were speaking to Kevin."

Now, I knew we were in trouble. I could do one of two things: try to
continue the lie or tell the truth.  I decided to tell them the truth.
"It's not all Antonio's fault," I confessed, "I could have said no.  I knew
you would be mad.  But I didn't want to do my schoolwork today so I went
along.  I'm sorry."

"You haven't allowed us to do anything since you came back from Philly,"
Antonio complained, "I could see he needed a break and so did I."

"And so you left, without a note; without so much as a phone call?"  Marie
posed.

"That really was my fault," Antonio confessed, "Kevin really did want to
call."

Tony almost growled, "Then why the hell didn't you call?  You had this
entire house in an uproar!"  It hit us both like lightening in a spring
storm why they were so upset.

"I'm sorry," We said almost in unison with tears welling up in my eyes.  It
was stupid.  We should have known how worried they'd be.  We had been
thinking only of ourselves.  As Antonio said, we were sent to our rooms to
write apologies to the tutors, and to the officer; who had wasted his time
coming out because Tony had insisted we would not have just run off to fool
around.  After finishing the assigned letters, I wrote one to Tony and Marie
also, apologizing and promising never to such a stupid thing again.

Dinner was the quietest it had ever been.  Fran asked several times if
everything was all right with the meal.  We all kept assuring her it was
great and then fell into silence as soon as she left the room.  Antonio and
I kept stealing glances at one another and occasionally we smiled at one
another.  When dinner was over and we were excused, I gave them my apology
letters and went to my room.  I was lying on my bed looking at the floor
when Tony knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Hey, kiddo," he said.

I sat up on the bed and he came over and sat with me.  "Been kinda rough on
you, eh?"

"And Antonio," I countered.

"I see," he said, "So you two went out to have a pity party?"

I stood up and faced him, "Do you love me?"

"Kevin...."

"NO!" I screamed, "Just answer the question!"

"Yes."

I put my hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes saying, "I love
you too.  But you haven't touched me for almost three months.  I know you
are trying to be the dad I never had but you know what?  You're being so
good at that, that you've forgotten that I love you in other ways too."

Tony laughed asking, "Are you trying to seduce?"

"Did I ever say no to you?" I reminded him, "No, I was afraid of being hurt
but I wasn't afraid of having sex with you.  With Chuck or some other
asshole it would have been different.  But not with you, I miss you.  Why
can't we be together anymore?"

Tony sighed.  "You're right," he said, "I just wanted you to have something
normal.  Something you never had before."

"You've given me that," I whispered and add, "All I really ever wanted was
you."

He pulled me to him then and kissed me.  I melted in his arms as our tongues
mingled and his hands roamed my body.  My cock sprang to life and I wanted
him to take me right then and there but he pulled away and asked, "Can you
give me just a little more time, kiddo?  There are some things I still need
to settled."  I thought of Antonio.  Maybe he was right; maybe somewhere in
his mind it was either or for Tony but I knew he could have us both... we
could all have each other.  I know it sounds like I'm a slut or something
but it's not true.  It's just, I loved Tony from the moment I met him,
though I didn't know it; and I fell in love in with Antonio the moment I saw
him at the top of the balcony too.

It was Marie that visited me next.  She had that smile on her face that I am
convinced that DeVinci failed so miserably to put on the Mona Lisa.  "Your
letter," she said, "was so sweet little one.  All is forgiven."  She kissed
me on the forehead and turned to leave but stopped at the door with her back
to me.  "Do you love my brother, Kevin?" she asked.

"Yes." I whispered.

"And my son?" she asked still with her hand on the doorknob.

I looked up sheepishly at her.  I knew this was as close as she would come
to telling me that she knew what was going on. "I love him too," my voice
came through dry and hoarse.

She turned and looked at me.  Her eyes were red and there were tears running
down her cheeks, "Do not hurt them, Kevin," she pleaded, "In many ways you
are stronger than them both."  She turned the knob to leave but I yelled,
"Wait!"  She closed the door, wiping away the tears, and turned to face me;
most of her composer regained in that brief moment.  "Do you love me?" I
asked.  She laughed slightly; then came and knelt before me looking me in
the eyes.  "I'm entrusting my only brother and only child to you. If I
wished it, you would be gone and forgotten by tomorrow.  But against all
better wisdom, I do not wish it.  We have all fallen in love with you little
one.  What you do with this information is up to you."

I nodded and then said, "I won't hurt them, I promise, but I want something
from you."

She laughed and asked, "And what deal do I have to make with the devil to
keep us all save?"

"I want you to be my mom," I replied.

It was almost twelve-thirty, and I had fallen into a light sleep, before I
heard the door open and Antonio's voice whisper, "Are you asleep?  Can I
come in?"  He came across the room and sat on the corner of the bed looking
down at his hands.  "Sorry Kevin," he said, "I didn't mean to get you in
trouble.  I didn't think.  You're not pissed are you?"  I told him
everything was all right and that just as he had predicted all was forgiven.
  He finally looked at me and his face was even more beautiful in the glow
of my night-light.  I moved over and pulled my blanket and sheet back
inviting him to join me in bed.  He smiled and slid in beside me, beneath
the sheets.


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