Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2014 10:28:03 -0500
From: Gracen Hepburn <consortofmonoco@gmail.com>
Subject: The Jock and I Part 16

Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual
interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe
sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any
similarities to persons or events is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story
and any feedback is welcome. -Gracen

Here are some pictures of what I think the characters look like:

Gunnar: http://s.tidebuy.com/images/product/10/10177/10177470_1.jpg

Cameron: http://attheloft.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ecca8b98833017d408c4c81970c-pi

Kyle: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d3/fd/dd/d3fddd73527a2189ce1639089f9f3708.jpg

Archie: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hva4QmJoDw/UBWsYJLHKVI/AAAAAAAAB10/hXSdin2Gyfs/s1600/120729+Adonis+0001.png

CH 16

"So you two are just gonna run off to Kansas for the summer and leave me
here to my own devices?" Kyle cocked his head at me as I poured some coffee
into his cup.

"Basically. I mean, I've said before that you are more than welcome to stay
in my apartment. Besides, I've been meaning to speak to you lately."

"Oh?" He brushed his black hair out of his blue eyes and looked at me
quizzically, "What about?"

"I never really thanked you for bringing Cam and I back together. And I've
kind of avoided you altogether since you told me you're my..."

"Brother? I hadn't noticed," he grinned.

"I figure it's about time we had that talk without Cameron around."

"You guys seem to be so far up each other's asses you can hardly breathe
half the time." Suddenly it registered on his face what he had just said
and how utterly ironic it was. We burst out laughing.

"I mean..." I replied with a smile and a faux innocence. Our laughter
subsided and there was a sudden seriousness that drifted into the kitchen
where we sat eating our brunch.

"We used to have a sister too."


******Seventeen Years Ago******

(Kyle's POV)

"Mom, Dad, I'm tired of you guys always fighting!"

"Your mother and I just have a lot of things to work through."  Dad stood
up and walked over to the little bar in the corner of the living room. He
poured himself a glass of whiskey,

"Most of them having to do with your little problem," she pantomimed
putting a bottle to her lips.

"Either way, Elise and I can't sleep or focus on anything when you guys are
shouting at all hours. Why can't you two just settle your differences?"

"You really should just stay out of matters that don't concern you," Mom
said standing up and preparing to exit the room.

"Please don't walk away, Mom."

"We are done here." She left and I could hear her going up the
stairs. Tears flowed from my eyes.

"Son, your mother is right. You really shouldn't concern yourself with our
problems."

"They are mine and Elise's problems to."

"Kyle, that's enough."

"But dad-"

"I said that's enough. Go to your room." I bolted from the room.  But
instead of going to my bedroom I made my way to the garage and got into the
family car. I shoved the keys into the ignition.  I had to get away. I had
to just leave. The garage door was already open so I threw the car into
reverse. I know I was only twelve but I knew how to drive a car.

My tears blinded me. I didn't see her. I didn't realize. I had no time to
think or to slam on the brakes. And then I hit her. I hit Elise with the
car. She had been playing in the driveway and I hit her. I stopped
immediately.

I rushed out of the car and I heard Mom and Dad come out too. Mom screamed.

"What have you done?!"

"Momma, I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" Hot tears rushed down my cheeks.

"Go."

"What?" I cried harder totally confused.

"Go, leave this house and don't you ever think for a second that you are
welcome here ever again." I turned to Dad but his eyes were only on Elise's
lifeless body.

"Mom, Dad you can't mean that! I'm only twelve!"

"Then you won't last very long and then you will suffer the fate of your
sister. Leave." my mother spat the words at me. And then I started
running. I ran until I couldn't run anymore and then I fell to my knees and
began crying. I cried and cried and cried.


A week or two of stealing food from random garbage cans and sleeping on
park benches I ran into a perverted old man who offered me space in return
of some... minor favors. I was expected to clean his house... in the
nude. When ever he wanted to fuck me he did. He would pull out his cock and
jam it into my mouth when he would come home from work. And what else did I
know?

He fed me. He sheltered me and surely this was much better than laying
under a bridge thinking about the hunger that ripped through my
stomach. When I turned fifteen I realized that this was no life. This was
nothing that I ever wanted. So I began to slip poison into his food. A
little antifreeze her a little there and sooner or later he had a heart
attack and died.

And then I was on my own again. I would prostitute myself out, mainly to
gross older guys in order to make a few bucks. I would bathe in lakes and
steal food of plates outside of the cafes. Somehow I made it until I came
across a little shelter. The woman took me in and helped me get on my feet.

I got a job and made my own money and by the time I was eighteen I could
afford to live in my own apartment. I finally had everything and then when
I turned twenty three I found the girl of my dreams. We dated and by twenty
four we were ready for marriage. But then she died. She got cancer and
passed away before we could say our vows. And that's when I decided to come
looking for my younger brother.

I had to save him from my mother. I would never let him go through what I
went through. I just knew she would treat his as badly as she treated me
and so I went looking. After a few years of searching I got a lead to a
high school in crystal grove and that's when I knew I had to go back to
high school to get close to Gunnar.

Thankfully I had aged very gracefully and instead of looking almost thirty
I looked just like all the other nineteen year old's.


***** Present time******

"And that's when I met you, Gunnar."

"So you are thirty?"

"Almost."

"You don't look it at all."

"I know. It's a blessing and a curse."

"I almost don't believe you because you don't look old at all."

"I know, it's a lot to take in." He took another bite of eggs. I looked him
over and it was true he had an uncanny resemblance to my father. Aside from
the tacky clothes and the hideous dye job on his head.

"You know how I offered you a place in my apartment?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I could also offer you my fashion advice."

"Oh all this? I was trying to be all inconspicuous and stuff."

"Yeah it worked. No one will notice you because they don't want to have to
see your atrocious style."

"You are such a butt."

"I mean now you can start dressing your age."

"I have been interviewing for a job over at the local law firm. I can get
my own apartment too!" He looked at his phone, "in fact I made an
appointment to go to that bridal shop on Fifth Avenue to get fitted for a
new suit. I'm pretty sure I have the job in the bag."

"So you are gonna be a lawyer?"

"Yes."

"You aren't very good at talking to strangers. Remember how you met me?"

"That was completely different. I was trying to figure out how I wanted to
bring out the fact that I was your brother."  He stood up and put on his
shoes, "you coming?"


******Clove's POV******

I was sitting in the living room, flipping through a Vogue, minding my own
business when I heard the door open.

"Hello? Juliette? Mother? Father?" I got no response so of course I decided
I had to get up myself and go check. I walked into the foyer and my breath
caught in my throat.

"Draven? You're back?" I wanted to rush toward him and hug him and kiss him
but I didn't want to give away my position in our little love game.

"Indeed. And I'm a star now."

"Oh really?" I crossed my arms, the sheer fabric of my sleeves rubbing
together. I was wearing a butter-yellow, chiffon button-up and short pale
red shorts.

"Yep, I was cast in this new movie that coming out. It's about this guy who
has premonitions and then he has to try and stop the death of his
girlfriend."

"That sounds like garbage. Then again, you'll be in it so it makes sense."

"Wow, this is a big opportunity for me and you're gonna be mean?"

"This isn't about you," I sighed, "It's about me. Like everything." I
tossed my hair behind my shoulders and walked back to the living room.

"So how was the plane ride?" I asked sitting down.

"Well, after getting searched and then a full body search about a
switchblade, I got to leave. The ride took forever."

"Oh, a full body search? Did you have to take off your clothes?"

"Yes."

"All of them?" I asked a familiar stirring in my shorts.

"Yes."

"What was it like?" I smiled at him. Suddenly he stood up and shed his sexy
leather jacket. Then he unbuttoned his tight jeans and shucked them
too. Next went his shirt.

"Are we alone?"

"Darling, we're never alone. We should take this elsewhere." I undid my top
and tossed it down on the floor as we exited the room and made our way to
the billiards room. I pulled off my tank top and threw it behind me and
then quickly pulled off my shorts.

We rushed into the room and Draven began ravishing me. Our soft smooth skin
rubbing against one another. His kisses were passion-filled and borderline
violent but I loved everyone.

"Now show me what they did to you," I demanded stepping away.

"Well first they made me take off my boxers," he dropped them to the floor
in one swift move, leaving his incredibly defined, naked body
exposed. "Then they patted me everywhere. He began running his hands over
his delicious body. His fingers ran down his hairless abs, across his
hardened nipples, down his dimpled back "After that they made me bend
over," he positioned himself over the green pool table and and his big
strong hands caressed his round bubble butt.

"Of course they had to put on some gloves. Then they started probing me, to
make sure I didn't have a weapon hidden away inside me. He grazed a finger
over his never-been-fucked asshole before slowly entering it with one of
his big meaty fingers.

"Shit Draven. You are so hot." I pulled off my underwear and came toward
him. He stood and grabbed me. He lifted me up like I was weightless and
placed me on the pool table. We made out, our tongues wrestling and then he
wrapped a hand around my cock.

Then I felt his guiding his big dick to my hole. Thankfully, I was always
ready for a good fuck and I actually prefer to do it raw. He entered me. I
gasped and he kissed me. He pulled away just long enough to spit on his and
my cocks and then continued kissing me while he fucked me and jerked me
off.

His hips moved in a rocking, almost dance-like way. So much better than the
guys who only know the jack-hammer move. He was too much and before I knew
it I was cumming all over his washboard abs. He fucked faster and harder
and then pulled out to cum all over me.

We panted and gasped and eventually we made our way to a guest bathroom to
clean up.

"Well that was fun," Draven said. He swatted my ass and then gathered up
his clothing and got dressed.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. Why? Did you think I'd stay the night?"

"Well-"

"I wouldn't want you to get the impression that I'm interested in
like... Dating you, Clove. We just fuck." He smiled and then turned to
leave.

"Is that really all we are? Fuck-buddies?"

"Well... Yeah."

"Draven, I thought we had something? I don't know I thought this was going
somewhere."

"Clove, I don't really have time for dating a manipulative bitch like
you. I'm more up for guys who actually appreciate me."

"I appreciate your body."

"See?"

"Oh whatever. I was tired anyway."

"Clove don't be like this, you're the one who is distant, the one who
doesnt want to have a connection with anyone. I've grown to really like you
but you won't let anyone past your walls. That's not the kind of
relationship I-"

"Save your words, they bore me." I turned and walked away.

"Clove," Draven's voice almost sounded desperate."

"Draven, I don't have time to mess around with a stupid Australian who has
lost his zing. I kept you around simply because you enticed me. You were a
worthy opponent but you've grown soft. You are weak and there is one thing
I won't tolerate and that's weakness. Goodbye."

"C'mon Clove, I want to be with you but you know I'm tired of battling
you. I just want us to be like a normal couple."

"Being normal is vastly overrated. Now I suggest you start packing your
things."

"What? Why?"

"You are being deported in the morning."

"Clove, what the hell?!"

"I lost interest in the game, i took the upper hand and ended it."

"That's so shitty, Clove."

"Bye-bye, Draven." I pushed him out the front door and slammed it in his
face. Maybe I was a shitty person. But I had walls and anyone who tried to
get past them would end up hurt. I had to hurt Draven. I wanted him gone
because he was crumbling my walls like no one else could.

And I figure, if he's in Australia again he won't be a bother. In five
years he can come back. Then maybe we would start over. It didn't matter. I
was going to find someone else and break his heart too. I had finally won
the game I was playing with Draven.


******Gunnar's POV******

I was sitting on the plush couch in the middle of a store, surrounded by
wedding dresses waiting for Kyle to model his new suits. He came out with
his hair styled a little better and a pristine fitted black suit.

"You look amazing. Like seriously if you weren't my brother-"

"Stop. No. Shh. Shut up. Don't finish that sentence."

"You're right. That's gross."

"And you have a boyfriend. You sloot." He laughed as he returned to the
dressing room.

Three suits later we were watching "The Children's Hour" in my living
room. We watched as Audrey and Shirley went through the horrors of being
accused of something criminal at that time.

"Ugh I hate that little bitch, Mary," I pelted the TV screen with
popcorn. Kyle laughed as he watched me get so into the movie.

"I'm glad we decided to have this brotherly bonding time."

"Me too. I'm glad you decided to find me."

Later, after the movie, I walked Kyle out to his car.

"We should do this more. I mean obviously I can't give you dating advice or
help you at all with what outfit to wear to impress Cameron. But I know I
can be a great friend and brother for you."

"Kyle, you've already proved yourself to me. Of course we can do this more
often," I hugged him. He got into his car and waved at me. I walked back
into the apartment and got into the shower. The water washed over me until
I heard a crash out in the main area. I stopped the water and slowly
stepped out of the tub.

My first instinct was to call out Cameron's name. I figured if it was a
burglar or a masked killer, though, I didn't want to be that dumb blonde in
the movies. I slipped on some underwear and a robe and turned off the light
before quietly exiting the bathroom.

Fear crept its way into my heart as I scanned the apartment. A vase had
fallen off the little stand near a window.

"Duh, not again." I walked towards it and then stopped. In the water
spreading across the floor I saw a familiar reflection.

"Miss me?" Archie rushed at me knocked me to the floor. He held his knife
high and slashed down, cutting my arm. I panicked as he brought down the
knife again. I was going to die. Right here in my home. No. No, he wasn't
going to kill me. I wasn't about to let him kill me. I kicked him in the
stomach and he dropped to the floor. I ran toward the door but he was
faster.

Archie's long fingers snaked through my hair and pulled me backwards. He
kissed me roughly before drop kicking me back to the ground.

"Oh I remember those soft lips. They felt so good on my cock." I screamed
out and punched him hard in the face. I rushed to the kitchen, blood
trickling out of my wound.

I pulled open a drawer and reached for anything before he knocked me to the
ground. He stood up and held up his weapon. I swung the meat tenderizer I
had grabbed and heard it smash through his knee cap. He screamed out and
fell to the floor. I grabbed his knife and rammed it deep into his side.

"You are a fucking psycho, Archie. I was never your problem the problem was
always you." I held up the tenderizer and brought it down on his handsome
face. Again and again and again. Until his body was limp and un-moving.

I stumbled to the nearest phone and called the police. I explained
everything and waited for their arrival.


A few hours later I was leaving another questioning room and being escorted
to the waiting area. Cameron paced nervously back and forth.

"Jesus Christ, I'm so glad you're okay." He embraced me and held me tight.

"I'm fine. I still can't believe Archie escaped from his cell in the mental
hospital." I hugged Cameron back and put my head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"It's okay, really. I'm okay." I kissed him.

"Are you okay to leave now?"

"Yeah, I believe everything is gonna be okay." Kyle came rushing in and
pulled me into his arms.

"Kyle, I'm okay," I said, my chin on his shoulder.

"I thought we were gonna lose you again. I'm sorry I left."

"No it's okay, you had to go. No one could have predicted that Archie was
going to break into my house and try to kill me again."

"I know but-"

"But nothing Kyle. I'll be fine. Do you wanna come have some coffee with
Cam and me?"

"Yeah that sounds lovely." We walked outside and I got into Cameron's car
and Kyle tailgated us to Cameron's house. We went inside and sat down at
the table. Cameron returned with coffee and cups and we all drank and I
told them about the attack that just occurred five hours prior to this.

"So you're a murderer now. I'll make sure not to cross you," Cameron said
jokingly. I glared at him.

"It was self defense, Asshole," I punched him in the arm.

"I know, Darling, I was only joking to make light of a horrible
situation. You know I love you and I would have done the exact same thing."

"I know," I slumped my shoulders. All I could think about was the sound of
his skull caving in. I know what his intentions were when he came into my
house, the bandages on my arm reminded me every time I rubbed it against
the table. Yet, in some part of me, some sick dark piece of my mind I
enjoyed it. I liked looking into his fear-filled eyes as I took the life
from them.

My assailant, the boy who had struck fear deep into my heart who had caused
so many sleepless nights was dead. And I had killed him. I had ended his
worthless, mentally ill life. Maybe I was crazy for liking it, maybe I was
still in shock. I didn't know, and frankly, I didn't care all that much.

"Right, Gunnar? Gunnar?" Cameron and Kyle were staring at me.

"I'm sorry, what was said?"

"You're tired and you should get some sleep," Kyle stated standing up and
grabbing his car keys, "You'll stay with him tonight I assume, right
Cameron?"

"Yeah, he can stay here tonight."

"Okay. See you guys later," Kyle hugged me and then made his way out of the
house.

"You may stay here, but you will be sleeping on the couch," Ms. Della's
venomous voice filled the room.

"Mom, stop, he's staying in my bed."

"No. I will not have you two... Fornicating under my roof." I stood up
abruptly, knocking over the chair I had been sitting in.

"What is your problem with me, Della?! I didn't realize how much you really
disliked me until I started dating your son. Are you threatened? Are you
scared your little momma's boy is gonna turn his back on you for the love
of his life? Is that it?

"You are dried up and filled to the brim with poison, Della. The only
person who can even really tolerate you is a man who has a mullet and reeks
of `Mesmerize'. Your son spends ninety percent of his time with me because
he can't stand to be around your hostile, hypocritical attitude. Your
daughters really want nothing to do with you so you take out your
frustrations on me.

"You project your own, foolish insecurities on me and pretend that its
because your son and I are in love. You don't hate homosexuals, I've seen
your friend group. Its comprised of mostly homosexuals. You just hate that
it's me who has his attention and not you.

"Well wake up and smell the fucking roses. Your little boy is a grown man
and he isn't living at home forever. He doesn't come running to you with
his problems because he has me. And even if he did go too you, you'd just
shut him down and bitch him out." She crossed the room in one swift
movement and cracked a hand across my face.

"Mom!" Cameron cried out. I held up my hand. I looked Della square in the
eyes, "I've killed for much less than that you old hag. You're a
burnout. You'll never be much more than a drama coach and a language arts
teacher- and I doubt that will last much longer anyway." I turned and
walked out of the house and started toward my apartment.

I suppose I had expected Cameron to come after me. I also suppose I had
just insulted his mother. It was always weird for me.  Understanding how
kids can constantly say they hated their mothers and then when someone else
says something bad they immediately get defensive. I guess it makes sense.

It's never been that way for me though. I've hated my mother since the day
she changed and turned her back on me. She could die today and I don't
imagine I would even shed a tear. I might feel sad for a moment but then
I'd be relieved. I'd be relieved that she could never come in and terrorize
me again. I'd be relieved that I'd never need to try to earn her love
again.  Cameron was a good son to stay with his crazy, self righteous
mother. He was right to take her side over mine. She was probably there for
him when I broke his heart she was probably the one who he'l- "Gunnar, wait
up!"

I turned around to see Cameron jogging towards me.

"Cam what are you doing? I thought you were taking your mom's side?"

"No, she's insane. You had the balls to says what's always needed to be
said to her. You stood up to her when no one else could."

"But she's your mother."

"I can't help that. I didn't chose to be born to a sociopath. But I did
chose you. I chose to date you. And she can complain and try to set me up
with Nikki or Chyan or Juliette all she wants but I will always want you."
I smiled at the ground and held his hand in mine.

"Thank you for taking my side, Cameron."

"I loved that part where you were all `I've killed for much less than
that.' it was priceless to see the look on her face."

We walked together in the warm summer night air and laughed and talked
about all our hopes and dreams. Then we got to my apartment and walked
upstairs.

"Are you allowed to be here? I mean isn't it technically a crime scene?"
Cameron asked.

"It is but I need my wallet and some clothes for tomorrow. I figured we
could go stay at the motel on the edge of town."

"Good idea." We went inside and walked up the two flights of stairs. When
we turned the corner I stopped.

"Hey Gunnar," A familiar man was standing in front of my apartment door. He
had a bag on either side of him, "Someone told me I would find you here."
He smiled shyly. His graying hair fell into his face.

"Who's this Gunnar?"

"It's..." I stopped and looked him up and down just to make sure I wasn't
dreaming, "It's my father."



=^-^= Author's Note =^-^=

Sorry about the wait! I have to work all the time, being summer and all, so
I didn't get a chance to upload! It was recently brought to my attenton
that I kind of just cut Kyle out of the story completely so I decided to do
a little background on him. I always love feedback so send me your
thoughts, tell me what you want to see happen, give me some ideas, help me
create a new character. Love you all and thank you so very much for
investing time in my story. A special thanks to another friend of mine who
wishes to remain anonymous but has helped in the editing process.