Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2011 08:27:56 -0500
From: Phoebe Gee <phoebe.gee@gmail.com>
Subject: One Little Bruise Chapter 3

**The next two chapters are concentrated more on introducing new characters
and moving the story along, so there is not much "naughty". There are a few
laughs though. Chapters 5 and 6 will more than make up for the lack of sexy
scenes. hehehe. Thanks again for all the feedback. It makes me happy to
know others enjoy my scribblings!**


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this
work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. I reserve all rights to this story.

"Uh, I guess I better get out, so you can go," Jamie said, nervous now that
their laughter from his explanation of the bruise had subsided. Jamie
shifted to climb off Sam's lap, but stopped when Sam's hand tightened on
his thigh. Jamie's spine stiffened and he stilled, but he couldn't meet
those piercing blue eyes. The intensity of their encounter was fading fast,
and he honestly couldn't believe that this - whatever this was - would go
any further. Surely the man was about to give him the brush off. Sam was by
all accounts straight.

Right?

Sam slipped a knuckle under Jamie's jaw and tilted his face back. Jamie's
teeth worried at his lip as Sam opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze
zeroed in on Jamie's mouth like a heat-seeking missile. The big guy lost
his train of thought as his system went on red alert. He used his thumb to
pull Jamie's abused lip free and with his hunger's need locked on the plump
flesh of its beguiling target he swooped in for a kiss, lips firm and
demanding. Destroyed all over again, Jamie's body melted against Sam.

Sam groaned at the feel of the boy's slight weight settling, once again,
into his lap. He let his hand drift down from that small, pointed chin to
squeeze briefly on his baby's throat where his pulse beat wildly. Jamie
whimpered, and his hips thrust involuntarily at the pressure on his neck;
Sam made a mental note of the hot spot. Damn, the little guy's response to
his every touch made him feel ten feet tall.

Caressing further down the lean body to slide under Jamie's shirt, he
pulled his mouth back to lick and nibble at the sweet, swollen lips as he
let his fingers trail over the ridges of warm abdominal muscles. Jamie's
belly spasmed under Sam's caresses, the muscles and skin all dancing,
incredibly alive and exciting, totally different than any girl Sam had ever
felt up. But then, Jamie wasn't a girl, was he?

Whimpering into Sam's mouth, Jamie brought his trembling hand to rest on
Sam's larger one, as it traced and teased over his skin. Sam felt hot and
hard all over. His boy got to him something fierce that was for sure. As he
pondered getting Jamie out of those jeans a second time, Sam wondered why
he'd never had these kind of thoughts about any other guys. Then Jamie
whined, twisted against him, and Sam couldn't think about anything except
the bundle of writhing hotness in his lap.

Someone yanked the driver's side door open making Sam and Jamie jump a mile
as cold moist air poured in carrying the clean scent of rain. Jamie jerked
his head around and screamed as he faced the small blond standing beside
the car. Sam took in the matching mops of hair, large brown eyes, and
identical startled expressions on their faces and realized this must be
Jamie's sister. The way Jamie's face morphed from one expression to
another, becoming a study in abject horror, Sam totally expected to see an
angry mob armed with fiery torches, pitchforks, and slavering hounds -- not
just this one small, female family member.

"Casey, uh, I was just getting ready to come in the house. Mom's going to
be late, and I thought you were working tonight. Just let me get my stuff,
and I'll go in and reheat the leftovers from last night. I could make a
fresh salad if you want..." Sam tried not to laugh as his baby scrambled
around and went into babble mode. Sam took a bony elbow in his solar
plexus, grunted, and turned to get a better look at the petite blond now
standing with her arms crossed. A sly, catty expression replaced her
surprise of just a minute ago. Okay, maybe the boy did have something to
fear.

"No problem, Bro." She returned Sam's regard with a steady gaze of her
own. "Don't let me interrupt your make out session with..." her words broke
off as Jamie squeaked, bringing both her and Sam's attention back to him as
he sat down with a plop. He'd half climbed over the seat, struggling to
retrieve his book bag. Sam hated missing that. He wouldn't have helped
Jamie, but he would've copped a quick feel. It's not like Casey didn't
already know that something had been going on between them.

Oh, wait. Was Jamie out to his family?

"NO! We weren't... Uh, I-I mean, Sam was just, uh, giving m-me a ride
home-" Jamie said, stammering.

"By way of his lap?" Casey's voice was nothing short of caustic.

"Uh, the passenger door latch is broken, and I had to climb over?" Sam's
head volleyed back and forth between the two siblings as they bantered.

"And I guess he was assisting you out of the car with his tongue?" Sam
choked on a laugh, and attempted to cover it with a cough. Neither one of
them acknowledged him.

"Casey, you're not going to say anything to Mom, are you?" Jamie's eyes
were pleading and bright with the possibility of tears. Sam's chest
tightened painfully. He didn't want his boy upset over anything. Especially
not over anything that happened between them.

"Not tell her what? That you're fogging up a car with someone in the front
yard, or that the person in question has a penis?" Okay, that answered the
question of whether or not Jamie was out.

Not.

"Both." Jamie's voice was quiet and resigned. He looked down and blinked
rapidly, still fighting tears. Jamie's sister's expression softened for a
second then quickly hardened again. The mounting tension was getting to
him, so Sam climbed out of the car, forcing Casey back to allow him
room. The girl stared holes into him as he reached down to grab Jamie's
books.

"Goddamn!" Grunting, Sam lifted the bulging bag. "Did you leave anything in
the library?" Jamie scrambled out through the driver's side door and
reached for the backpack. "No, Jamie, I got this." Sam strode to the front
porch of the small ranch-style house. The yard was well maintained and he
was certain he had delivered mulch here for his dad's landscaping
business. The siblings followed him, Casey giving him the stink eye, and
Jamie fumbling nervously with his cell phone. Sam dropped the bag by the
door and snatched the phone from Jamie. He sent himself a brief text so
that he'd have Jamie's number and handed it back. The little blond tyrant
opened the door and paused, staring. Jamie grabbed his bag and stared down
at it.

"Thanks again for the ride, Sam," he mumbled.

"No problem. What time can I pick you up for school in the morning?" He had
the impression that he needed to get a firm grasp on the skittish kid,
before the boy talked himself out of following through with their budding
relationship.

RELATIONSHIP?

That must be his last remaining bit of sanity catching the echo inside his
numb and disbelieving brain. He was supposed to hook up with Amy Spires
this Friday. Amy the cheerleader with the large rack and the rumored
nonexistent gag reflex, and he felt absolutely nothing for her or about her
at the moment. All he felt right now was the urgency of dealing with
whatever he had to deal with if this thing with Jamie was what he truly
wanted. Well, deal he would, because yeah, he definitely wanted. He'd
always been one to jump in with both feet once he chose his pool.

Jamie just gaped at him like a fish out of water, but his sister was quick
to respond. "7:30!" Sam had the feeling she wasn't trying to be helpful,
but just liked to stir shit up. Jamie turned his open-mouthed stare to her,
and Sam took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his baby's flushed
cheek. Sam bolted off the porch and made a fast getaway before Jamie could
protest tomorrow's arrangement. When Sam heard his boy mutter, "Mother
fuck!" before he stomped past his snickering sister, he laughed all the way
to the car.

Sam's mind was a mass of conflicting thoughts on the drive home. Did this
mean that he was gay? He'd never thought about doing anything with another
dude before Jamie. He always enjoyed sex with the girls he hooked up with
in the past, but he was up front and honest with them: no strings, no
relationships. Sam was the master of the one-time fuck. Shouldn't there
have been at least one girl that he wanted to do more than just bust a nut
with in the whole of his sexual career? What did it say about him that he'd
never formed an emotional relationship with a girl? Sam stopped at the gate
of his driveway and absently entered the code to unlock it, still wrapped
up in his thoughts.

He wanted more than sex with Jamie, a lot more. Sure, he wanted to sexually
wreck the kid, too, just fucking tear him apart. He shifted uncomfortably
in the seat watching the gate open, just thinking of all the different
things he wanted to do to that tight little body. But he wanted to spend
time with him in an upright position, too. Not that he couldn't fuck him in
an upright position. If Jamie just wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, Sam
could support that slight weight with his hands on that little ass and just
plow into... Sam shook the image out of his head. Other upright
things. Like dates. In public? With a guy? Hmm, should he keep him on the
down low?

No, he didn't want to keep the kid as a dirty little secret. He grinned,
and admitted to himself that the little shit wouldn't stand for that in any
case. Jamie was a sexy little spitfire when in a temper. The kid had a
tender heart, though and if Sam suggested they hide this relationship he
somehow knew he would wound that tender heart, as well as instantly losing
any and all chance with Jamie. He'd rather kick a kitten. Hell, a whole bag
of kittens. So, that meant dating a guy out in the open where people were
going to see. He parked the car in front of his house, and let the concept
roll around in his head. Shouldn't the idea of what people were going to
think bother him? It didn't. In fact, he was sure he didn't give a rat's
ass what anyone thought.

Huh, how about that?

Walking in the front door, he turned into the kitchen where he could hear
his family talking. A glance at the clock startled him, and he wasn't sure
how it had gotten so late. His mom, dad, and granddad were already eating
dinner at the small table in the kitchen that his mother preferred for its
simple homey feel over the large formal dining room they used for social
gatherings. Sam paused by his mom's chair and leaned over to kiss her
cheek.

"See, Maggie," his granddad said, "the boy isn't dead in a ditch
anywhere. He's just too inconsiderate to use his phone and call his
mother. Why should you be worried just because he was driving that old land
yacht in the gully washer that just went through?"

"Sorry." He smiled at them sheepishly before going to wash his hands in the
sink.

"What kept ya, boy?" His dad's voice was gruff, as usual, but showed he
shared his mother's concern. His dad was an inch or two shorter than Sam,
but the older man's powerful frame was heavily muscled from years of
landscaping. Frank Bricker was the company's owner, but he'd never been one
to sit behind a desk and let everyone else do the hard labor. Sam thought
about how to respond and remembered his decision to jump in to this pool
with both feet. No time like the present.

"Well, I was dropping my boyfriend off at his house, and we got
sidetracked, ya know?" He was proud of how calm he sounded, since his
knotted stomach was threatening to blow chunks. In the ensuing silence, he
sat down next to his mom, filled his plate, and studiously avoided making
eye contact with anyone. He watched out of the corner of his eye as his
granddad stood, shuffled over to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a couple of
tumblers, the bottle of "good" scotch, and some ice. He returned to the
table and poured himself and Sam's dad two fingers worth into each
glass. His dad slammed the first one and motioned for a second. His
granddad poured, but his mom reached over and downed it before his father
had a chance to grab it. She choked a little from the unfamiliar burn, then
reached over to touch Sam's arm gently.

"You're serious, aren't you, Son?" she asked, her voice soft and terribly
gentle.

Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? He raised his head to meet her gaze
and whispered, "Yeah, Ma." She searched his eyes, and then let her gaze
travel over his face looking for clues to this revelation that she, as his
mother, should have noticed long before now. They both turned to look at
his dad when he rattled his glass on the table to get a refill. Sam's
granddad filled it quickly, and his father emptied it even quicker.

"Why in the hell are we just now hearing this? It's a bit of a goddamn
shock after the way you've been going through the girls over the past
couple of years. Hell, I've had to run a few of the cougars off ya when you
were helping out in the garden center, and I'm sure a couple of them
probably got to ya when I wasn't looking!" Sam felt his face turn bright
red. He had no idea his dad knew anything about the older women he'd hooked
up with through the business. His dad slammed his tumbler down making his
mother jerk in her chair, and then he glared over at Sam. Sam pushed his
plate aside, crossed his arms in front of himself on the table, and buried
his face in them to escape his dad's stony expression.

"I kinda just found out myself, Pop," Sam said, his voice muffled as he
spoke into his folded arms. Even without looking at everyone he could feel
the eyes on him and the inexorable pressure slowly building. His shoulders
tightened waiting for the imminent explosion. Sam knew his folks would
eventually accept any decision he made about having a boyfriend or living
an alternative lifestyle. He was only unsure of how long that would take or
how difficult things would be between them in the mean time.

"You mean to tell me you had no clue you were... you were..." His dad's
tirade trailed off, and Sam imagined he was making the same wild hand
motions that Sam made earlier in the car with Jamie when words had escaped
him. He and his dad had always had a lot in common.

Well maybe not so much.

"Calm down, Frank," his granddad said, soothingly. "The boy is no more gay
than I am. He's just being lazy. It must be easier to get into boys' pants
than girls' these days, I guess."

"Joseph, really!" his mom said, admonishing his granddad. Sam could hear
her unwilling amusement at the old man's statement, however. Despite his
granddad's actual words, Sam knew the old man wasn't really making light of
his choice, but was instead trying to break the mounting tension. He
succeeded. His dad sighed heavily, then gave a short laugh. Sam's shoulders
relaxed, and he chanced a glance up from his folded arms to look at his
dad, who returned his gaze calmly.

"So tell me about this boyfriend of yours."  ~~~~~~

Shit, shit, fuck, and damn.

Why did Casey have to be home? Jamie desperately wanted a minute or two to
reflect happily and hornily on what happened in Sam's car. Maybe even rub
one out in joyous celebration of finally getting a little action that
involved another person. No, he had to deal with the evil witch as soon as
he came in instead.

Jamie threw his book bag in his room then stomped into the kitchen. His
sister was pouring them both a glass of tea. He rummaged through the
refrigerator and pulled out the leftovers from the night before and slid
them in the microwave. He watched the food rotate, wondering if he should
again beg his sister to keep her enormous mouth shut, or just pray she
would miraculously develop amnesia before his mom came home. When he felt
the warm waves of sadistic glee just rolling off of her, he realized it was
a lost cause. His stomach tightened miserably.

"So, Lil Bro, that was Sam Bricker, wasn't it?" Ping! The bell on the
microwave went off as if to reward her for her supposed brilliance.

"Yeah." He was curt as he pulled the food out of the microwave and set the
plate on the table.

"Tell me, exactly how is it that you, my dorky little brother, ended up
getting a ride home from the school's big track star? I saw the car pull
up, and I figured you were waiting for the rain to slack off when you
didn't immediately come inside. I took a shower, dried my hair, but when I
came out of the bathroom the rain had stopped, and there was still no sweet
little Jamie making my dinner. Since that car smelled like the inside of a
porn arcade, I know there was more than kissing going on to steam the
windows up."

She smirked triumphantly, thrilled to finally have Jamie right where she
wanted him. It drove her crazy to end up always getting her ass chewed out
for her wild ways, but Jamie never got in trouble. He wasn't any better at
hiding shit behind Mom's back; his life was just so damn dull that he,
sadly, had nothing to hide. She looked so happy with her discovery that he
expected her to turn cartwheels and shit daisies any minute now.

They stared each other down for a couple of minutes, and then Jamie
attempted to redirect the conversation.

"How do you know what the inside of a porn arcade smells like, Skanky?"

"Yeah, Casey, I'd like to know the answer to that one myself, and Jamie,
please don't call your sister Skanky." He and his sister both shrieked at
their mom's sudden appearance. He was going to have a heart attack if he
had to handle just one more surprise today. As he turned to his mother,
Casey, the evil whore hag, rushed over to take her gym bag.

Brother and sister shouted at the same time, both desperate to be the first
heard.

Jamie: Mom, I thought you were going to be late at the gym today! Casey:
Mom, Jamie was making out in a car in the front yard like a little slut!

"The power went out at the gym cause of the storm, so we ran the generators
long enough for members to get their shit and clear out." Jan Bayer was a
personal trainer in a gym downtown. She was not short like Casey and Jamie,
5'3" and 5'5" respectively, but stood at 5'10". She was a force to be
reckoned with due to the muscles she'd earned through her work at the gym,
her status as a tenth degree black belt in Karate, and her no-nonsense
attitude.

"Now why are the two of you squared off in the kitchen, ready to throw
down, hmm?"

"Casey's been hanging out in adult bookstores," he said in a panic and
glared at the hussy in question. Her face turned deep red, but then it
smoothed out into an angelic mask. Jamie felt his heart drop into his
feet. He just knew what was coming.

"Oh yeah, the other person in the car with Jamie... was a guy." Casey
dropped her bomb in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Bitch!" Jamie gripped the kitchen cabinet as his head spun, wondering if
he was going to pass out. He planned to wait to tell his mom that he was
gay in his own time; which would have been sometime just after...never.

"Jamie, dammit, don't call your sister a bitch!" His mom stepped forward
and grabbed one of his shoulders.

"Faggot!" his sister yelled with a twisted smile on her face.

His mom turned oh, so slowly, back to face his sister. Jamie couldn't
believe his mother was so angry over one word, but she was volcanically
furious -- she really looked ready to blow up right there in the
kitchen. He could see the veins in her neck throbbing as her heart pumped
blood up to turn her face from red to purple, just like lava tubes in a
volcano let the boiling magma rise up to the surface before it exploded out
to destroy everything in sight. He watched in fascinated horror as his
sister cowered back against the wall, and his mom slowly advanced on her.

"I suggest, Young Lady, that you take your hateful ass back to your
bedroom, so I won't have to look at you for the rest of the night!" What
started out as a hiss from between his mom's clenched teeth ended in an
eruption. Casey hugged the wall, well out of his mom's reach and scurried
from the room. He watched his mom's stiff back and listened to his sister
slam her bedroom door shut behind her.

He sighed in short-lived relief when he noticed Casey's cell phone on the
counter. She must have left it behind in her haste to escape their
mom. Then he remembered the cordless phone. Sure as shit, the 'in-use'
light on the base for the handset in the kitchen lit up, and he knew she
was calling her bitch friends to begin her campaign to ruin his life. At
least he had one stud-induced orgasm to recall fondly, as he began his new
life as a social pariah.

His mom's shoulders slumped, and she shook her head slowly.

"I swear, that girl," she muttered as she rolled her neck to the right,
then the left, loudly popping the tension free. She bounced on the balls of
her feet shaking the rest of her body loose, and then turned to face
him. She gave a sudden bark of laughter when she looked at him.

"Damn Baby, why do you look so scared? I'm not about to murder you where
you stand. Do you think I'm blind? I know my kids; I know you're bent." She
walked over and picked up the cordless phone on the counter. "Just like I
know your sister is a conniving bitch. You can't say that, though, only I
can." She grinned at him, hit the talk button, and spoke into the phone.

"Casey, don't forget to call the pharmacy tomorrow and reorder the cream
for your va-jay-jay rash." She hung the phone back up and winked at him as
they heard his sister's scream of outrage from her bedroom. That wink told
him everything was going to be okay. All the turmoil that had been building
inside him from the many events of the day seemed to fall away and he
hurled himself into her waiting arms. He knew tomorrow was going to bring a
whole new set of trials, but for right now he let himself be lost in his
mother's acceptance and love.

"Now, about making out in the front yard, Young Man." She pulled away from
the hug and looked down at him. She frowned slightly, and turned his head
to get a better look at his neck. "Shit, Jamie! What the hell is up with
all the hickeys?"

Crap.