Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2011 21:45:26 +0200
From: anyta sunday <anytasunday@googlemail.com>
Subject: Shane and Trey_Chapter Eleven

Disclaimer: Story characters belong to the author, any resemblances to real
people are entirely coincidental.

Content Advisory: Adult situations, language, sexual references

Copyright, 2010, Anyta Sunday


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Chapter Eleven


I chucked on a fresh t-shirt, found my car keys, and stuffed my wallet into
my pocket. Without a word we got into my car and started driving. I didn't
really have a destination in mind, so I surprised the both of us when I hit
the highway toward home. But actually, it didn't seem such a bad idea. Trey
had said to his mother he'd head up there in the morning, and since we both
had hockey practice tomorrow afternoon, I could drive the both of us
back. Besides, I could grab more of my hockey gear. "I hope you have a
house key this time."


Trey was quick to get the plan. "Uh-huh. After the last time, I taped one
under the ledge of my window."


A moment passed and then with a convulsing stomach (damn nerves!), I said,
"Um, so... did you, uh, want to tell me something?"


In my peripheral vision I saw Trey look at me, but I kept my eyes on the
road. I could have glanced up at him, but in all honesty, I was just too
nervous. Already my palms sweated and I subtly wiped each on my jeans.


"Actually, it's more than one thing, Shane. But, I'd, ahh--" He scratched
the back of his head like it would give him his next words. "Can you
come--I mean, would you feel alright if we did this in my room?" Quickly
he added, "It just feels so impersonal in the car, and I want your full
attention."


In his room? Freaking eh, just the thought alone excited me. I gave him a
weak smile. "Okay. But there's no more putting it off." For both of our
sakes. Surely he was as anxious as I was, and who wanted this to continue?
Each passing minute just got more and more awkward. At one point I was so
aware of our breathing, I couldn't do it normally again until I switched on
the radio. Oh thank God for classic rock.


Finally we arrived at his house, and we got inside without a
problem. Although it was past midnight, a light was on in the large
kitchen-dining area.


"Hello Ma?" Trey called softly into the room. A chair scraped over the
wooden floorboards in the adjacent room, and out came a tall, thin woman
with the same dark eyes and thick lashes as Trey. It was strange to me how
they pulled them off each so differently. No matter what look Trey gave,
his always looked beautiful. On his mom, though, they looked heavy, tired
and cold.


"Why didn't you call to say you were coming around?" she asked, giving me
an annoyed glance. "At least you could have told me you'd be bringing
someone over!"


"Sorry, Ma. It was late. I didn't want to disturb you all. Shane was
ah--nice enough, to give me a lift. So tomorrow we can go visit Aunt--"


She interrupted. "I had to pick Patricia up and bring her here this
evening. The neighbors called, and said either we did, or the police
would. I've put her in the guest room. She's sleeping at the moment."


I watched as Trey's posture curved and he kept his eyes to the floor. "I'm
sorry, Ma. Is there something I can do?"


She looked at me. "Just keep quiet. I want her sleeping as long as
possible. I'm not ready to deal with her yet." For a brief moment she shut
her eyes. "Oh, and if you have any alcohol hidden in that room of yours,
get rid of it. She'll be scouring the house trying to find some, no bets
about that. Just drain or drink it, I don't care. So long as she won't get
to any." With that she looked over us once more and left.


Trey remained still a few seconds, and then twisted abruptly. In a gruff
voice he told me to follow him.


"I'm sorry about my ma," he said, still not daring to look at me. Was he
afraid I was judging him--his mom? "She's just a bit stressed at the
moment."


I wasn't quite sure what to say. I'd felt awkward standing next to them
while they discussed personal family stuff. But I also didn't want Trey
feeling embarrassed by it.


"Maybe in the morning we can cheer her up with pancakes?" I said--a
flippant feel good comment. Only a moment after the words came out, I froze
on the stairs, as did Trey. Had I just suggested I'd be staying over? How
presumptuous, and had I really expected that? Surely not, my house was five
minutes away. Of course, I'd be going back there. "I mean," I said, knowing
I should just shut up. But I couldn't stop myself. You're making this
worse! "On my way to pick you up tomorrow."


Trey quickly smothered a grin, briskly tugging me up the stairs and down
the hall to his bedroom. He turned on the light, and I looked around. I'd
been curious (ever since he'd mentioned talking here) about what his room
would be like. In my mind, I'd pictured it similar to the dorms. But it was
so much nicer. King bed--hmmhmm, it was not the first thing I
noticed--that would have been the huge black and white rug stretched out
at the end of said bed. It was, from what I could tell, a print of a tree
with raccoons or squirrels on it. In combination with the wood, dark
eggplant walls and black and white prints, it sort of looked like something
out of a catalogue.


Trey pulled off his shoes and left them sprawled on the rug. I resisted the
urge to roll my eyes, and pick them up. Yeah, actually, I'd been doing that
lately. If I saw something obviously out of place in our room, I'd move
it. Trey didn't seem to have noticed. It was like he was happy to hunt for
things every day.


"You wanna sit down, man?"


"Sure. Nice room, by the way. I can actually see the floor." Trey snorted
as I slipped off my flip flops (placing them by the closed door). I
searched the room for seating. His desk and swing chair, by the side of his
bed looked like the best choice. I moved over and sat down. Trey sat on the
bed opposite me, and because it was lower than the chair, our eyes were
level.


He rubbed his thighs, and at the risk of looking like a copy cat, I did the
same--my hands were just so clammy! He laid his big, brown eyes on me,
and my stomach flipped.


"Ahh, I wish I did have some alcohol stashed away," he said quietly, and
with a strained laugh. "It might loosen me up." He swallowed and grabbed a
pillow from his bed (yes, this bed was covered with them too).


Jumping to his feet, he raced to the door. For a second I thought he was
going to bolt, but he stopped. With the flick of his finger, he switched
off the light, plunging the room in darkness. "Um, I know this is weird,
but it's just so much easier to talk this way."


The curtains were opened, so soon my eyes adjusted. It wasn't too dark; I
could still make out Trey's large figure moving toward me. "If you don't
want to see me," I didn't like the thought at all, "I can just do this." I
spun on the chair and stared at the desk.


Trey grabbed the back and twisted me to him. He'd even pulled it forward a
bit, so when he sat on his bed our legs almost, but not quite,
touched. "It's not that I don't want to see you, Shane, I'm just," his
voice lowered to a whisper, "embarrassed about you seeing me. But
maybe... you'd prefer it if I had the light on, so..." He made to get up,
but I stopped him, placing a hand just above his knee. His eyes met mine
and an electric static flowed between us.


"I can see you well enough," I said, breaking the contact, "and this darker
lighting makes me feel more comfortable too."


He fiddled with the corner of his pillow, and then chucked it
away. "Fuck. I don't know where to start." He shook his head, and I heard
him breathe deeply. Should I encourage him somehow? Say it's all right?
"Okay, here goes. This will probably come out all muddled, bear with
me. And don't interrupt. Just don't say anything. Ahh, until I'm through.


"The thing is--fuck!" He wiped his hands again. His next words came out
soft and sincere, albeit with an edge of confusion. "Yeah, I like you,
Shane. That way."


Relief hit me in such strong waves, I thought I'd sob. "So, you're gay?"


He kept his gaze on his jeans. "June's told you that already. And I said no
interruptions."


"Okay, no more, but I want to hear you say it. Are you?"


"Yes." He breathed out, lifting his legs to the bed and hugging his
knees. "I'm gay. But it's weird, and I feel guilty about it. Not the gay
bit. The other bit. That by liking you, I'm hurting June and you too
because of how close you are. I really didn't want to get in the way. But
at the same time I really, really did. Why else do you think I've tried so
hard to avoid you these past couple of weeks? And then tonight,"--his
eyes closed briefly as he swallowed--"you were there for me when I felt
so vulnerable. And you--cared."


I inched the chair forward so I sat directly before him. He reached for my
hand and squeezed it. Tight. Really tight. "I'm going to be honest with
you," he continued, "but I'm really ashamed by this next bit..." He
loosened his grip. "See, I've thought about you before. Do you remember the
hockey final in Sophomore year?"


I frowned, and let go of his hand. How could I have forgotten?


"Shit man, you were amazing. The way you scored. Your speed, your
drive. Fuck. I was turned on in that game. It was the first real time
getting that hard by a guy. And I--I was excited, but mostly
frightened. I thought--I don't know what I thought. But my idea was if I
hurt or embarrassed you in some way, those feelings would go away with
it. I was a complete fucker. But I'd started dating June, and I couldn't
let that happen again. It worked too, because you avoided me whenever I
came around after that."


I was speechless. Hurt at what he'd done, but maybe...thankful he'd
apologized? It was a weird mix of feelings really--a heap of ingredients
to a recipe I didn't know: a sprinkle of anger, a large dose of
embarrassment, and a bigger dollop of relief. Was it the making of closure?
Or was it that understanding his reasons was a beginning to get rid of that
little block of fear I'd had of him? "I--I--"


He shifted his legs either side of my chair and pinched my lips shut. "You
have every right to yell, shout and curse me for that, but please, let me
finish first."


His gaze remained on mine and I shook my head. He dropped his fingers. "Go
on then."


"You can't expect me not to say something now. What you did to me...that
was--well, fuck, I've been angry at that a long time. For years I used to
pray my sister would drop you. You frightened me for so long thanks to what
you did--I saw you as a big bully. The reason I avoided you was because I
didn't want anything like that to happen again." I hit my palms against the
arms of the chair, trying to hold back tears.


Trey breathed out slowly. "I don't know how it is you even like me. It was
a--I'm so ashamed of what I did. I wish I could take it back. But all I
can do is tell you I'm sorry. I know you haven't heard it, but I've been
saying that to you for years. Whenever I saw you I remembered, and
was--am sorry."


Hearing his words, the earnestness in them, I softened. "At first I
wondered the same thing," I said, quietly. "I couldn't understand how I
could find you attractive considering what you'd done. Considering I was
partly afraid of you. But--there were things you did that contradicted my
impressions. Since we've been rooming, I've seen another side of you
altogether. And after a while, I--I just couldn't believe that you'd hurt
me anymore. I guess, even before this apology, I'd begun to forgive you for
it. The fact you've just apologized right now is, uh--well, I guess it's
another thing to contradict those first impressions."


I saw his relief, in the way his shoulders relaxed. "Now, continue with
what you wanted to tell me," I gripped the chair, and flashed him a small
smile, "I won't interrupt again. Promise."


He took a moment to collect his thoughts, or to get comfortable, but he
sounded every bit as nervous as I felt when he spoke. "Well...ah--about
my being gay... I've suppressed my thoughts--my--ah--feelings about
guys for ages. And I loved June, so it wasn't too hard to do, but then" he
glanced toward his window, "then that day in the pool. When you stood up to
Ryan, proudly accepting--actually yelling--that you were
gay... something just clicked in me. Like a huge rush of feelings hitting
all at once. And suddenly all those things I'd been holding back were
shoved to the surface. It confused me, Shane."


Tentatively, I laid a hand on his mid thigh and sort of patted him--I
still had the urge to communicate. By touching him, I wanted to say I
understood the confusion--that it was okay.


"Remember that day we found out we'd be rooming together? And you came
over? I knew you were there the entire time. I'd seen your car pull up. I
took my shirt off just because I knew you were there watching. Fuck--even
then I hardly knew you, and I couldn't help but want to be nearer. Those
library books weren't due back. I'd only read half of them. I just--had
to come up with an excuse..." He flickered his gaze over me. I wasn't sure
because of the dark, but I thought he was blushing. "Ahh, I sort of, may
have, um--touched you in the parking lot. I didn't think about it really,
it was like my hand had a mind of its own."


So the bird landing on my sweet tushie was Trey. I was semi-hard already
just being so close to him, but that little truth turned me to rock. His
openness, the fact he liked me--hurry up and finish so I can say--scrap
that do something! But at the same time keep going. What else has been
going through your mind?


"But I have to apologize to you again, man. I--I've been flirting with
you in any which way I could for weeks, both wanting and absolutely not
wanting something to happen. And I've known you were--um--at least
interested in me for a while. I was so cruel to you. I teased you. I got
thrills from the fact I could get you worked up." He shut his eyes, almost
as if he were cringing. "Like with the chips. Fuck, it was all planned! I
purposely dropped one in your lap. I knew before you'd jizzed in your
pants. And I loved that." After a quick intake of air, he continued, his
eyes still shut, "You have no idea just how turned on I am by you."


Listening to him tell me all this had an enormous physical effect on
me--and not just down there!--It was as if all my blood had been
carbonated; the fizz rushing through my body. I was hyper-sensitive; the
hairs on my arms static, and I was sure goosebumps trailed every inch of
me.


I lifted Trey's chin, my fingers on him startling his eyes open. He reached
his hand to my face and swept my hair to the side. I shivered under his
touch and moved forward on the chair.


"I don't want to deny it, or yo-yo as I have with you anymore," he
whispered, leaning closer. "Ever since I saw you with those kids--Paul
especially, I--I knew I didn't just find you hot." I felt his breath
tickle my cheek. "I was--am attracted to you."


I thought we'd kiss. I wanted us to, but Trey snapped back. "So, I'm sorry,
man."


"Am I allowed to say something now?" I asked, and yeah, I was somewhat
frustrated he'd moved away so quickly--rrrrrrr.


"Of course." He looked nervously at me, like he was preparing for me to be
mad at him. But I wasn't. In fact, in the last twenty minutes, my feelings
for him had only sky-rocketed. Everything, from his honesty to the fact he
still cared for June, made me like him more.


I tossed up what I should say--how I should respond to everything he'd
said, but really, what were words when--


Awkwardly, I placed a hand on Trey's t-shirt, pulling him closer again. My
heart thumped so hard against my rib cage, I was sure he could hear it. He
swallowed and I was suddenly so shy; I couldn't hold his gaze, and
concentrated on his dark lips instead. My mouth felt dry and stale, and my
other arm shook as I reached it behind the back of his head to draw him to
me. Butterfly wings scraped my insides, painful but more-ish--good.


My nose bumped into his. How did I manage that? I was moving so slow. His
lips are right there, kiss him!


Gently and somewhat unsure, my lips brushed his. They were much softer than
I'd expected, and warm. Parting his mouth ever so slightly, Trey welcomed
me. I encased his bottom lip between both of mine. He tasted sweet like
plum juice. I inhaled his scent, his aftershave and behind it, him. It
still reminded me of roasted chestnut. So delicious.


I licked his bottom lip, eliciting a groan from Trey that dissolved my
shyness. I looked into his eyes. "Show me how much you like me. Kiss me
back, Trey."


With a firm arm around my waist, he yanked me off the chair onto
him--perhaps a bit too hard, but I didn't care. His kiss came strong and
I could feel the myriad of emotions we shared. Surprise and fear at what we
were doing, mixed with vulnerability and--best of all--happiness. Our
tongues slipped between each other's lips, twisted, and fought
together. This felt so right--so fucking amazing! He pushed me harder
against him. He had to feel how hard I was for him, and--more
butterflies, both wicked and lovely--I could feel him too.


He leaned back on the bed, taking me with him as we continued to kiss. I
rubbed my cheek over his ever-so-slight stubble and sent open mouth kisses
down his neck. I became bolder, nipping at his ear, licking it and sucking
on his soft skin. "Oh, that's good," Trey said, fishing under my t-shirt
and exploring the contours of my stomach with his fingertips.


"MmmmMmm." Was the only way I could respond at the tingle flowing through
me from his touch.


He began pull at my t-shirt to get it off, and I really wanted him to,
but--"Trey. Let's not, yeah?"


His hand stopped moving, and he kissed my cheek. No questions, no hassles,
just--"Okay, babe. We'll do this at your pace." Respect.


I melted into his arms, resting on his hard chest. His use of the word
`babe' was like, like, I don't know, like I'd been given a shot of pure
joy. I almost wanted to forget my reasons for not wanting to take this any
further. Almost, but not quite. See, while this was without a doubt the
best kiss I'd ever had, and the, well maybe just the happiest I've ever
been, guilt lingered around me. Before this could go anywhere else, I had
to talk to June, like Mom had suggested.


A piercing scream ripped through the house, and both Trey and I jumped
up. I looked at him in fright and confusion to see him hang his head and
sigh. He moved to the door, and glanced at me. "Promise you'll stay? I'm
gonna help Ma with Aunt Patricia."


I heard cursing, screaming and heavy steps down the hall as Trey left. For
almost a half hour, Patricia yelled and I heard things smashing. Soon
Trey's voice rose. Loud and firm he told his Aunt to stop what she was
doing, to talk to instead.


I felt bad and weird about being here while this was going on, but at the
same time I was curious--and worried. Was this Trey's home life? Was it
always so hard and stressed? The thought made me want to hold and comfort
him.


Standing right next to his open door, I listened as Patricia shouted
again. "...your fault...no good piece of shite, boy. You come in here to
hurt me more, have you?"


It quietened. What the hell? What was going on--what had happened? There
was no way I believed Trey had hurt his Aunt. She was probably delusional
from all the alcohol.


After that I didn't hear anything more. I curled up on my side on Trey's
bed and waited for him. It took another twenty or so minutes before he
lumbered back in.


"I'm sorry about that," he said once he'd sat on the bed.


I moved over to him and held him from behind. "Are you all okay?"


"It's fine now."


"Do you want to talk about it?"


Trey shook his head. "Nah. I'm too tired. I just want to sleep."


"Okay," I said, and slipped off the bed. "What time would you like me to
get you tomorrow?"


Trey's brows furrowed together, and he grabbed my wrist. "Where do you
think you're going?" He stood up, stepping into me, and kissed me
softly. "Stay."


"Okay," I croaked--I really wasn't that hard to convince. I hadn't wanted
to go anyway, had just thought perhaps he needed some space.


Trey began stripping down to his boxers and I turned around to do the
same. "What side of the bed should I...?"


"The middle," he answered with a ring of nervousness, "with me, babe. I
want you to hold me, yeah?"


I yawned--I couldn't help it, it was so late. "Sure thing." I smiled as I
nestled under the blankets next to him. I really could get used to him
calling me babe.


"What's with all the pillows?" I asked, rearranging the two under my head
and watching as this time Trey yawned.


He stretched his arms over his head, and giggled--yeah, giggled. "I like
cuddling into things when I sleep."


"Oh you do, do you?" I grinned, and wondered if he could see it. Well, if
not, he certainly read my mind. He linked his arms around my waist and
crushed me against him.


I sighed onto his warm chest, and listened to his breathing until he'd
fallen asleep, and my lids were drooping too. It felt so right and
comfortable here, but that didn't stop the worry lacing these good
feelings.


I jammed my eyes shut and breathed in Trey's scent. Please, please, please
just let this work out.


Let her understand.