Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 23:53:45 EST
From: Heavensforlife@aol.com
Subject: They say-Chapter 18

Chapter 18
***Standard disclaimer*** Contains depictions of gay sex.

	They say sometimes, especially in our times of severe desperation,
all we really want is to know we are in control. They say that knowledge is
key, knowing is having the battle. In effect, they say, knowledge is power,
and power is control

	Charles- Brooklyn didn't say anything. His speed picked up as he
headed back for campus, but before we ever made it, he exited off of the
freeway and onto a one-light intersection named after a city in the
bible. Fittingly, there appeared to be only motel on the strip, next to the
one gas station and burger bar, across from the church.
	Brooklyn parked in the dirt lot and opened his door without saying
a word. I started to ask him what was going on, but he was out of the car
and headed for the entrance before I could say anything.
	I followed him into the motel just in time to see him pay with his
credit card for a room on the ground-level. The little old lady behind the
counter handed him a passkey and a towel, saw me and reached under the
counter for another one.
	Brooklyn thanked her and walked passed me out the door, still not
speaking, to our room. He opened the door, walked in and looked around, me
standing right behind him. I watched him turn slowly and look at me
vulnerably.
	"What's going on?" I asked in a low voice, afraid to talk loudly in
this little room.
	"I don't know," he responded. He leaned into me and kissed me hard,
almost sending my entire body slamming against the closed door.
	I returned his passion, let my hands slip onto his chest and pushed
both of us onto the bed. We rolled around sucking each, losing precious air
in the process, for a few minutes. Coming up for air proved useless,
because as soon as our lips parted, Brooklyn was ready to move on, kissing
and sucking my neck and shoulder, my chest and nipples. I was powerless to
return the favor, too far gone feeling how great Brooklyn felt to do
anything else but moan and encourage him to continue.
	He was like a man possessed. He kissed me hard, felt my body and
stripped my clothes, all with me still emotionally unaware of what was
happening. Before I knew it, he had my dick out and was leaning over to get
the whole thing in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down, sending
shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I let go and let him do whatever he
wanted.
	He sucked me hard for a few minutes, taking all of his pent up
emotion out on my dick.
	As soon as I thought he was ready to slow down and have sex like a
regular person, he pulled his tongue off my cock and looked up at me, but
he didn't stop. Instead he pushed me back so I was laying on my back and
proceeded to straddle my hips. He reached behind him and grasped my
cock. He was maneuvering somehow, I couldn't really see what he was doing,
but before I knew it, I felt my cock delve fully into the tightness of his
asshole.
	He smiled down from above me with an evil grin and began moving up
and down over my impossibly hard boner. I couldn't contain myself, my head
rolling back, my eyes glazing over. He was enjoying the control he had over
me, meeting my feeble upward thrusts with fast, heavy thrusts of his
own. He pounded my cock, riding it like an expert. I could feel the sweat
beads moving down my chest as I arched my back with his heavy thrusting.
	I didn't know how long I could last, but I did know it wouldn't be
long. He was too sexy, squatting above me, claiming his territory. I didn't
want the feeling to end, but as the familiar sensation made its way through
my balls, I knew the climax was on its way.
	Brooklyn read my body language perfectly, but instead of slowing
down to draw out the inevitable, he sped up, grinning wildly. I moaned
loudly, about ready to scream, as he leaned back, put his weight no his for
leverage and fucked the shit out of my cock.
	My dick erupted rope after rope into Brooklyn's hot ass. I craned
my back, stuffing every inch of my cock as far as it would go. Brooklyn was
loving it, still grinding up and down on my quickly deflating dick. I
collapsed on to the bed, sweaty and tired. I couldn't believe how amazing
that was.
	That night, I slept better than I had in weeks.

	Denton- Halfway through the night, I woke up to the feeling of
someone's strong hands massaging my shoulder blades. I was lying on my
stomach, my full cock sandwiched between my abs and my bed, feeling someone
rubbing my back in a very sensual, caring way. They had even gone to the
trouble of pouring warm oil on me.
	Instead of lifting my head off of the pillow like I probably should
have, I moaned Mitchell's name.
	The massage stopped.
	I lifted my head and turned to see an unpleasant looking Glass
behind me.
	He got off my back without saying a word, moved to the desk and
blew out a few candles, leaving the room totally dark.
	He came back to bed, got under the covers, again without speaking,
forcing me to feel the need to say something to clear the tension; or at
least try to.
	"That was a mistake," was the first thing that came out of my
mouth.
	"Correct," he said simply. I wish I could have seen the expression
on his. On second thought, I really don't.
	"Look," I started.
	"Don't say anything," he interrupted.
	"I'm sorry," I said quietly after a second of silence.
	"What part of anything is confusing?" he asked. It was a cheap
shot, uncommon of Glass' usual wit. It must have been late.
	"Can I just," I started to ask.
	"No you can't." Again, he interrupted.
	"You don't even know what I was gonna ask."
	"The answer is no," he said. "Now stop talking."
	"I was just gonna explain myself," I said getting annoyed.
	"Explain yourself?" he said sitting up. Even though I still
couldn't see him in the dark, I was terrified by what I knew he must have
been looking like at that moment. "I'm sorry, Denton, but you lost that
privilege when you fucked around with my brother."

	Jesse- Tag's apartment was incredible. The first thing I noticed
was the stereo. The second thing I noticed was the sex chair right next to
the stereo.
	Tag didn't bother to turn on any lights. Instead, he simply drew my
close to him and planted an amazingly tender kiss on my lips.
	He drew back, turned to the stereo and put a nice little song, made
his way back to me and rapped me in his arms, drawing me close and swaying
to the music.
	"You feel great," he said softly in my ear.
	"You too," I replied. He went back to my mouth with his, kissing me
softly, not out of obligation but because he really wanted to.
	Everything was perfect. The lights, the sounds, the smell, the
feeling, everything. Tag's body was hard pressed against mine, so much so
that I could feel just how excited our little personal dance was making
him. And that's when it hit me.
	I was cheating.
	Standing there with an incredibly sexy guy wanting to do things to
me that anyone in there right mind would want to have done, I thought about
Brooklyn and how I was cheating. I thought that he was probably back at his
apartment at school alone thinking about me, waiting for me to call. I
thought of him trusting me. I pulled back from Tag's face.
	"What the matter?" he asked.
	"I, umm," I stammered. "I shouldn't be here."
	He didn't say anything. He let go of me and went to the wall to
turn on the lights, a mistake because seeing him again reminded me just how
sexy the tall, model built stud was.
	I choked hard. "I should go," I said.
	"What's the matter?" he asked.
	"I can't do this. I just can't," I looked around for my coat,
flustered.
	He came up behind me and rapped his strong arm around my
waste. "Just stay," he almost pleaded. "What's it gonna hurt?"
	"Possibly my relationship," I said. I picked up my coat and turned
to face him. Again, a big mistake.
	"If that guy cared where you were, don't you think he would have
called by now?" I thought about it.
	"Maybe," I said, doubting myself. "But still, I really should head
back to the campus."
	He finally turned around and headed for the kitchen. I stood there
still debating whether or not he was right. Maybe I should stay, I
thought. Still, the better part of me told me it wasn't a good idea.
	"I'm just really sorry you feel that way," he turned back to me
from across the room and in one fowl swoop, his shirt was lifted over his
head, revealing a perfectly defined stomach, a rock hard bulging chest and
arms to die for. I didn't say anything; I simply stood staring, unable to
speak. I felt like a seven year-old little girl with her first crush.
	He approached me again. I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He
smiled and said, "You aren't going anywhere."
	"Umm," I stammered. "What makes you say that?"
	Again he smiled.
	"If you were really leaving, you would have been gone by now."
	I dropped my coat and with both hands now free, felt all I could of
the stud's body while he literally picked me up and swept me away to his
bedroom for the night.

	Zach- When I got back to campus, the dorm room was quiet. All the
lights were off and the only illumination was the sun coming from the
kitchen window. I squinted as I opened the door with my key, turned back
and said goodbye to Ken or Ben or Steve or whatever the fuck his name
was. All I really knew about him was that he had an awesome navy body; a
huge, cut dick; and enough stamina to keep the both of us up all night.
	He kissed me lightly, turned and went back downstairs to his car.
	I couldn't help but think that I'd had the best night out of all of
us, even though I didn't know what the other guys had ended up doing.
	It couldn't have been as good as Navy boy though... there was no
way in hell.
	"It's about time you came home," I heard Charles say from the
kitchen. "We were about to send out a search party."
	Jesse turned to see me grinning from ear to ear.
	"And it's good to see you remember how to smile."
	Again I just stood there still smiling.
	"Nice to see you fellows too," I finally replied ducking into my
bedroom. If I thought I was gonna be safe from their questions in there, I
was definitely wrong.
	"So how was he?" asked an eager Jesse a few seconds later, after
I'd taken my shirt off and was getting ready to crawl into bed. Charles was
right behind him, both of them flopping on Denton's untouched bed.
	"He was great," I said shortly, crawling into bed.
	"Yeah," Charles replied. "Great enough to keep you up all night
long."
	"Like you have any room to talk," Jesse said to Charles
smiling. "You haven't told me who you ended up hooking up with last night?"
	"By still, you're implying that I'll eventually tell you?" Charles
asked. I was glad the focus was off of me for a few seconds.
	"You will eventually tell me," Jesse replied. "And if not
willingly, I'll eventually hear it while you talk in your sleep."
	We all laughed.
	Eventually the focus shifted back to me and I had to explain that
the navy guy had taken me home, back to the garage apartment he rented from
his grandmother when he was on leave. I told them how it was small and
quaint, and how we the roof was so short the guy had to duck when he
entered his bedroom. I told them how we sat talking for a few hours, even
though they didn't believe that, and how I'd been the one to initiate any
physical contact. I told them every juicy detail about his body, from the
six-pack to the crew cut to the 6 feet of solid packed muscle to the 8
inches or more of hard cut cock.  The last part was by far their favorite
part of the narrative when I told them every dirty thing we had done last
night. I told them gentle he was at the beginning, but how once he was
wound up, there was no stopping his jack-hammering for anything.
	"So are you gonna see him again?" Jesse asked.
	"Maybe," I replied. "I gave him my number, so if he calls he
calls. But right now, I sleep."
	"I think he's trying to kick us out Jesse," Charles said climbing
off the bed.
	As soon as they were almost out of the room, my cell phone rang and
they were back inside to see whom it was. I didn't recognize the number,
but I answered it anyway.
	"Hey Zach," said the familiar husky voice of the Navy guy. "This is
Kevin."
	"Hey Kevin," I said, involuntarily grinning like a
schoolgirl. "Nice to hear from you."
	"I hope you don't think this is lame, me calling you so soon and
stuff, but I just wanted to say goodnight, or good morning I guess, before
I headed off to sleep."
	"That's sweet," I replied still smiling like crazy. "I had a good
time last night."
	"Me too," he said. "Which is why I think you should come over to my
place for dinner tonight, if you want."
	"Umm, sure," I said.
	"Great. I'll pick you up at six."
	"Awesome," I said. I couldn't have wiped the grin off my face if my
life depended on it. I felt so lame as I closed my phone and looked up to
see Jesse and Charles staring at me laughing; the only thing was this time
we all looked like little schoolgirls.

	Jesse- I knew what had happened. I knew from the second he walked
into the apartment this morning with his smug face mixed with shameful
guilt. No one that had had an innocent night of sex came home looking that
weary and defeated.
	He had slept with Brooklyn last night after the two of them left
the club.
	I came to that realization, laying there pretending to be asleep,
all the while watching him guiltily take his clothes off, crawl into bed
and stare at me from across the room.
	For some reason though, even though I knew, I wasn't upset. I
wasn't angry or mad or anything. I was indifferent. I rolled over and went
back to pretending like I was asleep.

	Charles- "Come on Charles," Jesse pushed. "I told you all about my
night."
	"And as interesting as that little porno tale was, I didn't ask you
to tell me, therefore I owe you nothing."
	"Why are you such a jackass?" he asked.
	"Why are you so nosey?" I replied.
	"Ok, fine," he said, finally backing down. "Just tell me what
Brooklyn told you before you guys split up."
	I wanted to tell him the truth, that Brooklyn had said 'I love you'
before we split up this morning, but I knew I couldn't do that.
	"For the last time, he didn't say anything."
	"Was he mad? That I stayed with that guy after ya'll left?"
	"No," I said.
	I wanted to tell him the truth, that Brooklyn was furious when he
listened to Jesse's message saying that he was staying in town, and that
inferred that it was with Tag and that he had declared just how much he
hated sharing.
	"Good," he said. His little paranoid tirade was getting mildly
annoying. I desperately wanted to tell him everything Brooklyn and I had
talked about this morning after a night filled with the same jackhammering
Zach had described. Even though I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself
to. We'd decided that if anyone was gonna tell Jesse anything, it was going
to Brooklyn and that he would take care of that as soon as he was ready.
	I gathered my books and headed for the kitchen table, thinking I
was through with the third degree, when Jesse followed, books in tow.
	"So this guy," he asked. "Do I know him?"
	"I doubt it," I lied. "I met him at the pool."
	"Oh, a swimmer."
	"That's the kind I like."
	There was quiet again as we both started reading our books;
unfortunately the quiet didn't last.
	"Are you gonna see him again?"
	"Maybe," I said shortly, getting a little bit of an attitude.
	Again, there was a few seconds of quiet before Jesse asked, "Are
you sure Brooklyn didn't say anything?"
	"I'm positive," I said raising my voice. "Now if you don't mind, I
would like to study please."
	"Sorry," he said. "Its just that we've been on shaky ground
lately. I mean he hasn't even called me to find out if I'm still mad."
	I wasn't connecting how this affected me so instead of replying; I
sat there and looked at Jesse quizzically.
	"I think he's cheating on me," he said bluntly. He stared at me,
reading me, waiting for me to make a move. I stared back, blankly.
	"What makes you say that?" I asked, not giving anything away.
	"Just the way that he acts. I mean he spends all of his free time
at the gym now. Every time I call him he's at the pool."
	I blinked and swallowed hard.
	"No one I know spends that much time swimming," he paused. "He's
gotta be fucking around."
	"Just because he, ugh, swims a lot doesn't mean he's fucking
around."
	"Yeah, of course. I mean, there is more to it than that."
	"Like what?" I asked, still trying not to reveal too much.
	"The classic stuff. You can't spend the night tonight cuz I have an
early class; we can't go out tonight because I have papers to grade," it
felt like he was accusing me. "And then yesterday. Just leaving me at the
club, dropping you off and not calling since then. What the hell is a guy
to think?"
	"To be fair, you cheated last night too," I said cautiously, not
wanting to open up any hostility.
	"True," he replied. "And I guess it's a not a matter of me being
jealous or upset. Its just that," he stared at me hard; I could feel his
gaze intensify as he said this, "I want to know the person that he's giving
his heart to, especially if it isn't me. If I do have competition, I want
to be the one to stare them in the eye and break them down." I matched his
stair, feeling his eyes boar into mine. Suddenly, as quickly as the assault
had began, Jesse's entire demeanor changed. "Does that make any sense?"
	"Perfect sense," I said, in effect matching his challenge. Jesse
and I were at stalemate and we both knew it. He knew I was sleeping with
Brooklyn and he wanted me to know that he knew.
	He stood up and gathered his unread books and headed back to the
bedroom. He stopped short and without turning around simply said, "Damn. I
just fucking wish I knew who it was."

	Jesse- I called Brooklyn from the bedroom while Charles was in the
kitchen studying, and like clockwork, fifteen minutes later the doorbell
rang.
	"Come in," I heard Charles yell, and in a few seconds I heard
Brooklyn walk in and say hi.
	"He's in the bedroom," I heard Charles say, followed by whisper and
then the bedroom door opening. I sat there on the bed in my boxers reading
an assignment for tomorrow.
	I put my book aside, revealing what the hard cover had been
strategically hiding. Brooklyn smiled.
	He crawled onto the bed and kissed me without any passion, taking
his coat off at the same time. I drew his head into mine, returning his
kiss with the same degree of ice.
	We lay there together for a few seconds, not worrying about moving
an further from the state we were in, him fully clothed, me not, but both
of us grinding into each other. It was almost routine.
	"You wanted to talk?" he asked pulling away and laying down on one
elbow facing me.
	"I did," I said. I got up, made a show about closing the bedroom
door so Charles could think we meant business and went back to the bed. I
drew my comforter over me, separating Brooklyn and my bodies, making it
clear that all I wanted to do was talk.
	"I knew you screwed around with Charles last night," I said
bluntly, catching him off guard. "He told me."
	He didn't reply. He just looked at me. Instead of saying anything
further, I just looked at him back. Finally, he recovered and said, "I can
explain."
	"Pre tell," I said.
	"I was upset," he said. "And Charles was right there. I took
advantage of the situation and we ended up spending the night together. It
was a one-time thing, I swear. It won't happen again."

	Charles- Of course I was listening through the door. As soon Jesse
got up to close it in that big dramatic way he did in order to prove
something, I got up and went to straight to the door to listen. What I
heard Brooklyn saying was making physically sick to my stomach.
	"I'm sorry, kid," he was telling Jesse. "It's just that everything
that's been happening lately has been crazy, and it all built up and
Charles just happened to be there when I needed to let it out."
	"So who else have you been fucking the last few weeks," I heard
Jesse ask.
	"What are you talking about?"
	"Come on, Brooklyn. The gym, working late, papers to grade, I'm not
a complete idiot. I know you've been fucking around."
	"I swear it was just last night."
	I wanted to barf. Why did he feel he needed to plead for Jesse's
forgiveness?
	"I'm not sure I can trust you," I heard Jesse say after a while of
silence. My insides turned as I heard the blatant display of hypocrisy.
	"I'll make it up to you, I swear," Charles said, at which point I
turned and went straight to the bathroom to get sick.

	Jesse- Brooklyn and I were in the bedroom talking, interrupted by a
newly revived bouts of passionate kissing. We didn't do anything further
though and after a while I asked him to leave so I could study.
	"I'll see you later then," he said getting up off the bed and
reaching for his coat.
	I got up and followed him out.
	I saw him give Charles a look as he paused at the front door and in
a display so blatant I reached over and pulled Brooklyn to me by his jacket
caller. I kissed him hard, rapping one arm around his neck and the other
low on his waste.
	"Goodnight," I whispered as he backed out of the door.
	"Goodnight," he whispered back.
	I turned and gave Charles a brief smirk before triumphantly
returning to the bedroom to study.

	Denton- Glass' words had shocked me so much so that I didn't know
how to react to them.
	I decided early on to avoid him all day, allowing me the chance to
think, regroup and think of a game plan. I woke up before he did and
gathered my clothes and headed down to the rarely used house laundry room.
	I washed my clothes while most of the guys were taking advantage of
a low-key Sunday morning. The ones that were awake were barely so, moping
around the common areas, watching football bare-chested, eating snack food
and generally not doing anything.
	When the time came for mandatory studying, from four to six,
instead of retiring to my room like most guys were, I went to the library
to avoid seeing Glass sitting there reading his books naked like he always
did. In doing so, I thought, I would also be avoiding a very embarrassing
conversation.
	I ate dinner on the opposite corner of where I usually ate. I met,
for what seemed like the first time even though they seemed to know who I
was, Ace and his little Chuck, Brian and his little Brandon and the
president of the social committee who wouldn't stop plugging next weeks
mixer with the Alpha Omega Alphas, our cousin frat.
	I skipped out early; easy enough in the crowded dining room since
all members of the Tribe were required to eat at the house on Sunday
evenings.
	I decided that I couldn't stay in the room for too long before
Glass would be heading up and decided that there was nowhere left to run to
and that eventually he and I would have to discuss what he had said.
	Mitchell was his brother, younger I presumed. But they were nothing
alike. And why wouldn't Mitchell tell me that Glass was his older brother?
I was confused. I lied down face up on the bed, covered my head with my
hands and silently wished I were dead. I could have cried at that very
moment, and the only thing that made it worse was hearing the door open
slowly and footsteps walk in.
	I heard the door closed and used all my willpower to keep from
removing my hands, not wanting to meet Glass' gaze in the eye. I felt his
body get closer, his breathing get louder as I felt him lean over my
body. I still wasn't looking. I heard him rest an elbow next to my head,
shifting the weight of the bed. He must have thought I was idiot, but I
didn't move my hands. I wanted to cry.
	Then I heard him whisper, "Don't be afraid of my brother." Only it
wasn't Glass. I opened my eyes and saw Mitchell, with a serious face
bearing down on me, stare me right in the eye.
	"Why didn't you tell me?"
	"Because I didn't think it was important."
	"Well it kind of is," I whispered, not knowing why we were
whispering.
	"Listen," he said. "He'll try and intimidate you, I know, but he
knows I would never let anything happen to you."
	'Comforting words,' I thought; if anyone could protect me from
Glass, who better than his brother, right?
	Mitchell kissed me quickly and slipped out of the bedroom quickly,
leaving me lying there with more questions than I had had before; with more
questions than I had answers for.

	They say that all men really want is to think they are in
control. They say that knowledge is power, and power is control.

	Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I sincerely hope it was worth
the wait. Comments are ALWAYS welcome at Heavensforlife@aol.com