Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2017 11:43:19 -0600 From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com> Subject: The New Life of Cal King Chapter 5 This story may contain sexual acts between males, persons below the age of consent, and relatives. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read where you're at, please close this website and go elsewhere. This story is fictional and entirely the work of the author's imagination. And resemblance to persons, places, or things, real or fictional, are entirely coincidental, and any views stated do not necessarily reflect those of any companies or organizations which do exist in real life, nor necessarily reflect the views of the author. This story is the property and copyright of the author, do not share, reproduce, repost, or any other such act which is illegal to do without the author's permission. Don't forget that you can always contact me to give me feedback! I can be found at kingkurt1339@gmail.com, and I do my best to respond to every email if I can! Any comments, questions, or suggestions are always welcome, especially as I'm constantly changing events that happen in the story, and will be publishing other stories! My other story can be found at the folowing link: NLXK: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-new-life-of-xander-king/ As always – don't forget to donate to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to keep the archive free! This story is not a quick jack-off story. If you are looking for that, you would be best going to another story. If you are interested in not just the sex, but also the lives of the characters and their romances and dramas, then read on, and I hope you enjoy it! In the last chapter, we met Cam, whose constant flirting annoyed Cal, but got Cal to agree to a date. At the same time, Cal was making constant threats to Cam on the first day of Cam being there, and on Wednesday, while Cam was at the Wolf's Dragon, his house was broken into, and a teddy bear was mutilated. Cal's been cleared of suspicion, and Chapter 5 closes off this arc. On to the story! ~~CHAPTER FIVE: A Brother's Love~~ [Cal] Mr. Denny looks around the classroom, frowning. "Has anyone seen Mr. Moss, Mr. Kraemmar, or Mr. Crane?" He asks. "They're never late to class." "They won't be showing up today," Cam leans back in his seat. "Or probably for awhile. You see, when you break into someone's house after killing a dog and removing its heart, intestines, eyes, and tongue, well, you tend to get arrested. How they were able to figure out it was them is beyond me, they had Cal there as their prime suspect." "And I had a solid alibi," I say. "Seeing as the victim was at my work, staring at me, when the incident happened. After I saw the photos, I was able to narrow it down to those three based on their homophobia, the way they treated me due to the rumors that I'm gay - which have never been confirmed - and who heard what I said, as well as who they're friends with and who talks with who. Was it all three of them?" "Alan and Bryant are confirmed," Cam says. "Apparently, Bryant said it was all Alan's idea, and that kind of cinched it for them, especially after Alan told them that 'those fags deserved what we did, and it's just a stupid dog, I don't see what the big deal is'. Damien might show up today, if they can't get anything to stick to him. They didn't want to rat anyone out." Just as he says that, Damien walks in, a scowl on his face the moment he sees me. He's the one I suspected as the ringleader, and I still do. I really want to tempt fate with him. He glares daggers at me and Cam several times in class. As I'm on my way to lunch, which Damien shares with us, he pushes me up against a locker. "You're going to get what's coming to you, faggot," he snarls, keeping his voice low. "I know it was you who told them to look at me. Shame they couldn't get anything to stick, just means I get to have a little bit more fun. I'm thinking of cutting off your little brother's balls. The quiet one. What's his name? Greyson? I'm going to cut them off and leave them on your front steps. What we did to Cam is just the beginning of what we're going to do to you fags. I'm glad I killed that dog, I no longer have a headache at night. You? I won't kill as quickly, even if your very existence is a migraine." "So you admit to being the one," I say. "Behind the break-in at Cam's yesterday, who strung up a stuffed bear by a dog's intestines?" "Yeah," he says. "But then, you already knew that, that's why you sent the police after me, isn't it?" "You do realize," I say. "That I possess an IQ and knowledge base high enough to be teaching college professors about their own subjects, right?" "That'll do you a fat lot of good when I smash your head in," he pulls his arm back and attempts to punch me in the gut. I grab his fist. No one else can see that, though they are watching us, wondering what's going on. Instead of letting go or pushing him away, I immediately pull on his fist, startling him and making him stumble into me. He's just barely taller than me, and when he falls forward, his lips go right to mine. He freezes up in shock, then takes a few steps back. "The hell, Crane?" I almost yell. "Why did you just kiss me? And you tried grabbing my crotch, too!" "That's not what I was doing, and you know it!" He snaps. "You forced that kiss on me!" "I did?" I fake shock at that accusation. "Damien, you had me pinned against the lockers, and then reached for my crotch and put your lips on mine! That was sexual harassment!" "You kissed me!" He snaps. "My lawyers will fuck you up!" "Ew," I make a face. "And now you want to watch as your lawyers gang-bang me? You're disgusting!" "That's not what I said!" "What's going on here?" The superintendent was walking by. "He kissed me!" We both point at each other, and Damien glares at me. "He pinned me up against a locker," I say. "Threatened me, and then kissed me, and now he's claiming that I kissed HIM." "I did not!" Damien protests. "He-" "You're going to get what's coming to you, faggot," Damien's voice snarls out of nowhere, and then the recording pauses. Damien glares at me as the superintendent and I look over to find an Asian girl in a suit standing there. I only know she's a student and not a guest or a teacher because I see her around, and because of her nametag. She's holding her phone up. "I can play the rest of it," May says. "If you want to hear the rest of the threats. And I witnessed the kiss, Damien was at fault." I end up missing the next couple of classes because of the police wanting to talk to me about the incident and the recording. May misses them, too, and I'm pretty sure that seals the deal on Damien, since he confessed on a recording that he was responsible, though his lawyers might be able to wiggle him out by claiming that it wasn't an official recording, or some such bull. "May," I say as I walk to my final class, which is in the same hall as her locker. "I'd planned on asking you during lunch today. I know you get out an hour before everyone else for co-op, but I also know that you don't seem happy at your current job. I see you there every Monday, so don't claim you are. Anyway, would you like a new job?" "What kind of job?" She asks. "Waitress," I answer. "There's a restaurant I work at called the Wolf's Dragon, ever heard of it?" She shakes her head. "Anyway, it's hurting for severs, and while I don't see you smile very often, I think you'd be a nice addition to the team. Right now, there are only two of us, so things are slacking behind. It's a bit hectic at times, and can be stressful, but it's a great team and work environment, and if I have to put up with the new guy's laziness one more shift, I'll probably snap." "The new guy's laziness?" She asks. "We just hired a new guy last week," I nod. "I've only been working there almost a month, so I've got seniority over him, but he won't even listen to the ead hostess, who's been working there for a few years. He drags his feet, too. We'll probably fire him soon, the regulars he's served have complained a few times, and we don't like him." "I'll check it out," she says. "I'm off on Saturday, so I'll stop by then." "Between two and four is best," I say. "Before is the lunch rush, and after is the dinner rush. See you, May, and thanks for recording that." "I also saw you grab his fist and pull him in," she says, and I just smile at her. Neither of us lied, for the record. We both said he kissed me after threatening me. He did. For a moment. And by accident. Ookay, so it's lies of omission. I go into my F&N II class, handing Mrs. Guch the pass that excuses my tardiness. "We're discussing," she says. "Running a restaurant, and what it entails. My husband used to own one, up until he passed away a few years ago. Now, my son owns and runs it, though he's fairly young. We'll be taking a trip there just before Thanksgiving, with the other foods and culinary classes, as our annual restaurant trip." "Okay," I say, taking my seat, and she starts talking a little bit more. "Did you just say," Cam interrupts her. "That's it's the Wolf's Dragon?" Yeah, she did. "You know it?" Mrs. Guch asks. "That's rare, it's not often I get a student who knows it before I bring it up, it's a little on the pricier side." "I was there yesterday," Cam says. "It's down the street from Cal's house, too. He works there." "You do?" Mrs. Guch looks at me. "I'm in there every Monday, I haven't seen you before." "I'm off on Mondays," I say. "Probably why you haven't seen me. I've worked there since my birthday. David never mentioned his mother worked here." "He'd told me of a new worker," she smiles. "I didn't think that his Cal was you. He said that you talk about your family even less than he talks about his. He also told me about a certain pasta incident." "Which one?" "Spaghetti with meat sauce, the one without the meat," she says. Involuntarily, I start cracking up. "Is it really that funny?" Sam asks. "Sorry," I take a couple of deep breaths. "Emily hates that being brought up. Apparently, they had issues with that particular customer doing that until they figured out WHICH of the four meat sauces she wanted. They didn't realize she was there, which is why I ended up serving her. They just assumed the first time it was regular beef, and so that's what they served her. They were right. I decided to go with the one sauce that had meat that didn't have meatballs as an option. Yeah, that was fun. She tried doing it to me again the next week. Emily can't get over the fact that I thought of something she didn't." "They let you piss off the customers?" Sam asks. "They let us sass the bad ones," I say. "And I gave her what she asked for, anyway, so it's not like I was rude or anything." "When do you normally work?" Mrs. Guch asks. "Wednesdays and Fridays," I answer. "Four to nine, and Saturdays and Sundays, open to nine and eight, respectively." "I'll stop by after church on Sunday," Mrs. Guch says. "David says he thinks he'll keep you." "Only if he can afford me," I grin at her. The rest of the day passes without incident, and then Cam takes me home, as is apparently going to become the norm for us. He tells me he'll be around at seven sharp. I go inside and get started on my homework, then my own dinner. The boys just eat leftovers, then go to their room for their homework. Right at seven, there's a knock on my door. I answer the door to find Cam standing there in khakis, a dark red button-up, and black shoes, a black tie fixed around his neck, and a bottle of sparkling grape juice in his hands. "Got us something to drink," he gives me his grin, and I sigh. "Come on in," I let him in, and he walks in, looking around. "Are your parents here?" He asks. "No," I lead him to the kitchen. "Dinner tonight is seasoned chicken with a blend of herbs and spices, along with a side of brown rice and a garden salad." "Thank you," he says as we sit down. "That's a lot of stuff on the fridge, yours?" "My brothers'," I answer, knowing immediately what he's referring to without looking at the fridge. Whenever my brothers do exceptionally good at something, I hang it up on the fridge. I've got a few drawings of Greyson's, their report cards from the first quarter, which just ended a couple of weeks ago, an essay Travis wrote, and a poem that Henry wrote. I can recite every word on every single one of those, stating exactly where the papers are positioned and how on the fridge without looking. "It's just three, right?" He takes a bite of the chicken. "This is really good." "Thank you," I say. "And yes, I have three brothers." "Did you cook this yourself?" "I did," I answer. "You're a good cook." "Thanks," I say. "Where'd you learn to cook?" "Here." "In town?" "In this kitchen," I answer. "You're self-taught? He asks, and I nod. "This really is good, Cal. Is it one of your hobbies?" "I don't have any hobbies." "What do you do to pass the time?" "My days are already filled," I state. "I don't have time for hobbies." "You know at school," he says. "Other than the rumors that you're gay, the only things known about you are that you're incredibly smart, you know martial arts, and that you've got sass. No one really knows much about you, you apparently only really talk in the cooking classes. No one's ever seen your parents, just your brothers. So do you think you can tell me about the great and mysterious Callum King?" "There isn't much to tell," I state. "I wake up, I prepare breakfast, I go to school, I get home, do homework and help my brothers with theirs, make dinner, we do some martial arts, do dishes, finish homework, and go to bed. Weekends have more martial arts, extra studying, and extra chores in place of school. It's a strict household." "And yes," he says. "You can have a date with someone your parents have never met. And there's always more to tell. What's your favorite animal?" "I don't have a favorite animal." "Favorite color?" "Don't have one." "Favorite food?" "Don't have one." "Do you have any favorites at all?" "Yes." "What are they?" "Guess." "Is your favorite torture technique the water torture?" "Which one?" "Drip...drip...drip..." He stares at me after that, and it takes all my effort to not smile. "Have you gone insane yet?" He lifts his eyebrows up, and I snort, rolling my eyes. "Got you to smile! So is it?" "I don't have a favorite torture technique," I say. "That one's fun because it drives them crazy, you can make disembowelment last for days, or there's one where you put rats in a cage on someone's stomach, and hot coals on the top of the cage. The rats eat through the person until they make it to the other side, so that they can escape the hot coals. Very bloody, very painful. Not useful for getting answers out of someone, but useful for killing them in a very, very painful way." "I've never heard of that one," he says. "Sounds fun. Favorite sword is the wakizshi?" "Most people would say katana if going for a Japanese weapon," I say. "What's the difference between a muramasa and a masamune?" "Muramasa's evil," he says. "Masamune's good." "Which element is Aquarius, the Water-Bearer?" "Air." "And the Scorpion, Scorpio?" "Water." "Sagittarius, the Archer?" "Fire." "What is Orion?" "A constellation shaped like a hunter," he says. "Most notable for Orion's belt, three stars in a line, though he also has a sword. My step-dad's into constellations, and I picked up a thing or two from him." "Stance on getting dirty?" "I love camping," he says. "Do you read fictional books?" "I prefer textbooks." "I recommend," he says. "'Truancy', but Isamu Fukui. It's a Young Adult book set in a dystopia, but it's far better than any famous dystopian series. You'll probably like it." At this point, we've both finished our food. At this point, I can't help but admit two things, too. The first is that he really is cute. The second is that maybe he's not that bad. Just a little TOO flirty. "Dinner was delicious," Cam leans back in his chair, putting a hand to his stomach. "I'm stuffed." He starts to say something else, but we're interrupted by a thump, then crying. That came from the twins' room. By instinct, I want to go see what happened, but I'm sure the other twin can handle it. I hear my door open, then close, then the twins' open and close. "That was Travis," I say to Cam. "He's investigating it." "He's twelve, right?" Cam asks, and I nod. "And he's seeing why someone's crying?" "He knows I'm on a date," I say. "He's going to check it out and try to calm down whoever it was so it doesn't get interrupted. It's so hard for me not to go running, but Travis promised he'd take care of anything." Before Cam can respond, the door opens again, and we both look toward the hall. This time, Greyson walks out of the hall, followed by Travis who's mouthing that he's sorry. Greyson's face is red, and he's bawling As soon as he sees me, he runs over, wrapping his arms around me and sobbing into my shoulder. "Hey, buddy," I rub his back. "What's wrong?" Greyson just keeps crying. "He and Henry got into an argument," Travis says as Henry joins us, looking upset. "And then he started crying. I tried calming him down, but he just wanted you. I'm sorry I ruined your date." "It's fine," I say. "Greyson, can you tell me what's wrong?" "We were arguing about our homework," Henry says when Greyson doesn't talk. "And I stomped my foot, and then he just started crying. I didn't mean to make him cry. Sorry for ruining your date." "Come on, Greyson," I stand up, picking my brother up. He wraps his feet around me, and I look at Cam. "I'll be back." Henry and Travis follow me to the twins' room, and I set Greyson his bed. Well, try to, he won't stop clinging to me. "Greyson, sweetie," I say. "Can you let go of me." "No!" He cries. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" "No!" He cries. I sigh, wondering what I can do with him. Greyson's been unusually quiet every since I got my job, and now there's this. He's always been the more sensitive between the twins, but he's also always been able to tell me, then, what's wrong. "Sweetie," I say. "Can you let me go, please? We can cuddle and talk after I finish my date." As soon as I say the last word, he clutches me tighter, and I realize what's wrong. He doesn't want me to get a boyfriend. He's probably been unusually quiet because I got a job, too. Greyson must have abandonment issues, and is scared that I'll abandon him, especially with me being gone so much lately. "Are you scared I'm going to leave and not come back?" I ask, and he nods his head. There we go. "I promise you, Greyson, I'll never abandon you. I'll always be here for you. If you ever get that feeling while I'm at work, I'm just around the corner from the neighborhood. You can always come and visit for a few minutes, just to confirm I'm still there. I promise, Greyson, that I will always be here for you, okay? And on Saturdays and Sundays while I'm on my lunch, I'll see if I can call you, so we can talk." "Promise?" He sniffles. "A thousand times over," I give him a squeeze, and that seems to calm him down. "Is it alright for me to go back to my date?" "No," he holds me tighter. "Why?" "I don't want you to date him." "How come?" "Because I wanna be your boyfriend!" What? Greyson's the one who was looking that stuff up? I was so sure it was Travis. "Greyson," I say. "I'm your brother. And I'm six years older than you." "Doesn't matter!" He holds me tighter. "I wanna be your boyfriend! Don't let him be your boyfriend!" "Greyson, sweetie," I sigh. He's heavy. "Can you please let go of me?" "No!" I sit down on his bed, and he just clutches me tighter. "I'm your older brother," I say. "And even if I weren't, our age difference makes it illegal until the youngest one's above the age of consent." "I don't care!" He exclaims. "I want to be your boyfriend, and I don't wanna share you with anyone! Tell him to leave! I don't like him!" "But I do," I rub his back. "Greyson, you're going to find your own boyfriend one day, or if this is just a phase, your own girlfriend. I'll still love you, but you're my little brother. We can't date." "I want to date you!" He bawls. "I understand that," I rub his back. "But we can't, Greyson. That doesn't mean you can't cuddle me, though." "I don't wanna cuddle!" He cries. "I wanna be your boyfriend!" "Tell you what," I say. "If you behave, stay out of trouble, do your homework, all your chores, then in six years, we can come back to this conversation, okay?" "I want to be your boyfriend now!" He cries. "Not in six years!" "But if you're my boyfriend," I say. "That means we'd probably be having sex, which means I'd be putting my dick in your mouth and in your butt. I don't think you'd like either of those." "You pee out of that!" He exclaims. "And my butt?" "It'd hurt really, really bad," I say. "You're so small, I'd hurt you. Once you're sixteen, you'll be big enough to handle it. If you haven't found someone else to date when you turn sixteen, then we can come back to this conversation. I won't make a promise that I'll be your boyfriend, just that we'll come back to this conversation. I do promise that I'll always love you and never abandon you, though, okay?" He nods his head, finally letting go of me. "I'm going back to my date," I get up, ruffling his hair, and he looks ready to start crying again. "You can cuddle me tonight, I promise." "Okay," he gives me a hug, and I go back out to the kitchen, where Cam's cleaned up everything. "Sorry," he looks at me. "I just didn't feel right sitting here doing nothing. How's he doing?" "Upset," I answer. "He's apparently not happy with me being gone for so long, and he doesn't want me to date anyone but him." "But him?" "He's ten," I say. "He's got a crush on his bigger brother. It'll pass. Sorry if the date got ruined." "You called it a date," he smiles. "You liked it?" "Don't think dates between us will be frequent," I say. "But I think you're a good enough guy." "A good enough guy?" "I'm not good at expressing myself," I say. "At least, not in this way. It's new to me. And I'm not one for PDA." "That's fine," he smiles, then steps forward and gives me a kiss on the lips, breaking it off after just a moment. "See you at school tomorrow." He leaves, and I wash the dishes, Greyson coming over and hugging me from behind as I do them. "Are you sure I can't be your boyfriend?" "Positive, Greyson," I say. "But you can be my little helper, if you want." Silently, Greyson helps me do the dishes, and when it's time for bed, he climbs in with me, pushing Travis away when Travis tries to get into my bed. I can foresee future problems with how much Greyson doesn't want to share me, but I'm not sure how to address that. I hope I can deal with it before it becomes a problem. Friday at school, Cam continues to flirt with me, but never mentions the date. After school, I go through the same routine, and work goes smoothly, with no incidents. At quarter to eight, I hear Emily greeting a customer while I'm getting drinks for one of my customers, who's only just starting on their dessert. "Hello!" She says. "Welcome to the Wolf's Dragon. My name's Emily. Are you here alone?" "Yeah," I hear Greyson's voice respond quietly. "I'm waiting for my brother." "Your brother?" She asks. "Is he going to be joining you?" "He's already here." "He's here for me," I step out of the drinks station. "Greyson, why aren't you at home?" "I'm walking you home." "I might not get out on time," I say. "But since you're already here, you can sit there and wait for me, okay?" He nods, sitting down, and I go back to working. I only have two customers left, and as I help them, Greyson keeps his gaze focused on me. I clock out twenty minutes later, and Greyson doesn't look happy. "You were supposed to be off at eight," he stands when I meet him, after clocking out and pulling on my jacket. "You're late. "You know I don't always get off on time," I say. "Why did you come to walk me home?" "So you don't leave me," tears start to well up in his eyes. "Greyson," I wrap him in a hug. "I'll never leave you, you know that. It's not safe for you to walk at night on your own, you shouldn't have come." "It's safe." "Someone could have kidnapped you." "I had pepper spray," he pulls a small canister out of his jacket pocket. "I was safe." ~~END OF CHAPTER FIVE~~ Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, feel free to contact me at kingkurt1339@gmail.com with any feedback, comments, questions, suggestions, etc. - I try to respond to every email! Trivia Time! It wasn't Greyson who was looking that up, and the person who was wasn't doing it because they were questioning their sexuality, but curious. Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for Chapter 6!