Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 11:08:54 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Cal King Chapter 7

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~~Chapter Seven - Heritage~~

[Cal]

	"So," Henry says as the four of us are doing the dishes. "How does
this whole Christmas thing work?"

	"What do you mean?" I ask.

	"It's seven," he clarifies. "And they're not even up yet. Do we
just open the presents, or do we wait for them? We've never celebrated it
before."

	"We wait for them," I say. "They've got stockings for us,
too. We'll probably open those, first."

	We finish up the dishes, then go to the living room to wait for
David and Brent to come down. They come down at around eight, and when they
see us, they just shake their heads.

	"Should have known," David chuckles. "I'm guessing that smell was
breakfast."

	"Tried saving some for you," I say. "But Greyson's got a hollow
leg."

	Greyson blushes as David laughs.

	"So how does this work?" Henry's impatient. "We've been waiting for
an hour, and I want to go watch Netflix."

	"So you boys have seriously never done Christmas before?" David
asks.

	"Cal has," Travis answers. "We haven't. Well, I have, but I was too
young to remember them. It's just not important to us."

	"You've done it before?" David asks.

	"Yeah," I answer. "No happy memories there, and thank you, Travis,
for bringing it up."

	"Sorry," he says quietly.

	"What happened?" David looks at me, and I shrug. "Don't give me
that, Cal, you don't forget anything, and you mentioned that there are no
happy memories of celebrating Christmas. What happened?"

	"Before Dad died," I say. "Christmas was filled with arguing. I'd
bring my presents to my room and open them there, then play with them while
Mom and Dad kept arguing. It was just like any other day, apart from the
presents. When Dad died and Mom married that man, we didn't even get
presents, they just burned up all the money on their addictions and didn't
have any time for us, and weren't even home all that often,
anyway. Christmas remained just like any other day, but it was better than
the constant arguing of the ones before. That's why we don't celebrate
Christmas."

	"I feel like there's more," David says. "But I'm not going to push
it."

	He goes to sit down, and Greyson gets up, walking over to me and
putting a hand on my right breast, looking up at me, knowing in his eyes. I
haven't cried since I was eight, and yet I have now done it twice in a
week. Greyson wraps his arms around me as I shake and cry, just resting his
head on my shoulder.

	"Do I want to know?" I hear David ask.

	"Cal has a scar right there," Travis says. "He's never talked about
how he got it before, though."

	I detach myself from Greyson and go up to my room. Christmas was
the day Dad died. He and Mom decided that, for once, they would try to do
something for Christmas, and take me out for dinner at one of the few
restaurants still open. They got into an argument on the way
there. Everyone ruled it an accident, but I know the truth.

	Mom purposely ran the red light. She said she didn't notice the
light was red because he was yelling at her. She said I was lying because
Dad made me take his side, when I said that she purposely ran the
light. She ran the red, knowing the car was going to hit us. It was the
side that Dad and I were sitting on.

	I'm not sure how long I'm up here when I feel someone crawling
under the blanket with me. I open my eyes to find Greyson staring at me. We
stare at each other for I don't know how long before he moves. He doesn't
say anything, just grabs my arm and tugs on it. I don't do anything, and he
keeps tugging on it until I get up, we get off my bed, and go back to the
living room. None of the presents are opened, and Henry's bouncing
impatiently on the floor. Their stockings are unpacked, their contents
scattered around them.

	"Oh, that's what he was doing," Travis says. "We thought you went
to the bathroom, Greyson."

	Greyson shakes his head as he sits on the floor by his own
stocking, and I sit back on the couch. Henry rushes over to the last
stocking sitting by the tree, grabbing it and giving it to me.

	"Open iiiiiiit!"

	Unceremoniously, I turn it over and dump what's in it out onto the
couch. Some candy, a flashlight, a Sudoku book, and a couple of other
stocking stuffers.

	"I don't think Cal likes Christmas," Henry says to David after I do
that. "Can I get his presents?"

	Travis smacks him in the back of the head.

	David starts passing out the presents to everyone. The boys are
happy because they're getting stuff. Me? I just open them and set them to
the side. I have absolutely no enthusiasm at all right now.

	David and Brent got Travis a chemistry set, Greyson some
electronics, wires, and other things that he could use that I'm a little
worried about, and Henry got a camera.

	As soon as that one was opened, pictures started being taken. Once
all the presents are opened, everyone starts playing with their
stuff. Henry's taking pictures of everyone and everything as Greyson
fiddles with some gears, and Travis has opened up his chemistry set and
begun messing around.

	"You really hate Christmas, don't you?" David sits next to me while
my brothers do their thing, oblivious to my mood. "Want to talk about that
other thing?"

	"I'd rather face that bitch and kill her."

	"Look!" Henry holds up an origami crane. "That was fun! Hey! You
got a Rubik's Cube!"

	He grabs it off the couch and tries to open it, handing it to
Greyson when it doesn't open. Greyson opens it instantly, then hands it
back, and Henry starts playing with it.

	"Talking about your mother?" David asks after chuckling at Henry's
baffled face. "They still haven't located her, last I heard. As soon as
they do, I'm sure you'll see her."

	"Take me to Vegas," I say. "And I'll lead the police right to her."

	"You know where they're at?" He asks me in surprise. "In Vegas?"

	"All they have to do is look at social media," I snort. "Henry,
you're only making it worse."

	"I can't figure out how to solve it!" He exclaims. "I messed it up,
thinking I could solve it if I did that without looking, and I can't!"

	"Give it here," I say, and he hands it to me. Within a minute, I've
solved it. "It's really not that hard."

	David and Brent make a big feast for dinner to share between the
six of us, and while the boys are enjoying the day, there isn't one part of
it I liked from when I woke up to when I went to bed.

	When I wake, I go through my usual routine, messing around on the
laptop I bought a couple of weeks ago. At noon, I get ready for work,
arriving just before one. The day is slow, and it's just me and Emily
manning the lobby, but that's all we need. Around four in the afternoon,
we've got no customers and Emily and I are chatting by the counter when the
bell dings. I look over to see the cheesecake boy entering.

	"Blueberry cheesecake with strawberry drizzle, please," he
says. "To go. Please?"

	This time, when he goes to pull his money out of his cargo pants,
other stuff spills out. A few biscuits, a cookie, a pack of tissues, some
gift cards to the bookstore, and a couple of twenties. He quickly scoops
everything up and shoves them all back into his pocket, then places a five
and a one on the counter. Emily fetches it from the kitchen, giving it to
him as I hand him his change.

	"We don't have any customers," I say. "You can eat here, if you
want."

	He looks at me nervously, then grabs his box and takes off.

	"Guess not," I say.

	"I get the feeling," Emily says. "We'll get there with him. That's
the first time you offered. He's been here on dead days before, and when we
offer he always just takes off. He hesitated with you."

	"That's progress," I agree.

	"Speaking of progress," she sighs, leaning up against the
counter. "Can you keep a secret? Just for now? It's killing me to not talk
about it."

	"I've got many secrets I haven't shared."

	"I don't know how to tell David this," she says. ", but..."

	"You're pregnant?"

	"With how seriously you said that," she says. "You already knew?"

	"As clearly as I know you're actually single," I answer. "Also, I
told David a few days ago that he's going to seriously need to find a few
more people, with you going on maternity leave this summer, so if you're
not wanting me to tell him until you're ready, the cat's already out of the
bag."

	"How did you know?" She asks. "I didn't show any signs until
yesterday!"

	"I can always tell," I shrug. "And-"

	David enters the restaurant with my brothers following close behind
him, and he looks bewildered.

	"Found out," he says. "What cheesecake boy does when he leaves
here."

	"What's he do?" Emily and I ask.

	"Sits on the wall of the parking lot," David answers. "And eats the
cheesecake. He knows it's only four degrees outside, and that there's eight
inches of snow down, right?"

	"He's just sitting out there?" Emily asks. "It's freezing! Why
won't he eat in here? We didn't even have any customers. Oh, and Cal was
right."

	"Topic switch," David says. "Right about what?" She stares at
him. "Wait, that? Seriously?

	"Almost seven weeks, now," she confirms. "I want to know how he
knew. You're off today, what's up?"

	"They insisted we come," David gestures to my brothers. "Cal hasn't
been having a good week."

	"Thought he felt better after the gunman?"

	"Only a little," I say, then look at David. "I'm fine."

	"Since we're slow," David says. "Mind if I talk with you for a few
minutes, Cal?"

	"Sure," I say.

	"You boys can sit down<" David says. "And order whatever you
want. I'll cover it."

	The boys cheer, then sit down and Emily takes their orders as David
and I go back to his office.

	"What's up?" I ask.

	"We were going through your guys' files," he says. "And found some
information."

	"What kind of information?" I ask, worried that it might separate
us.

	"Have you heard of the Lumara Group?"

	"No."

	"I hadn't, either," David says. "But Brent knows the name. It's the
name of a very powerful, very wealthy organization whose wealth is hard to
keep track of. As rich as some of the people in this town are, they're
nothing compared to the Lumara Group, which is owned by a single family,
and contains entire corporations."

	"What does the group have to do with us?" I ask, worried that we
maybe, somehow, stepped on their toes.

	"Their name is all over your file," he says. "You didn't know how
you were able to go so long without someone getting suspicious or needing
an adult. A man named Isaiah Butler arranged your school enrollment and
various other adult-needed things, including the doctor and dentist being
fine with you being the one there."

	"Never heard of him," I say.

	"He's a butler for the family," David says. "A member of one of
four families that have been serving the family that owns the Lumara Group
for generations. Each branch of the family has at least one butler, and
when I spoke with Mr. Butler, he stated that he was assigned to the four of
you."

	"But we're not part of the Lumara Group," I say. "Well, the family
that owns it."

	"According to Mr. Butler," he says. "You're the son of a member of
the family that cut himself off from the family approximately twenty years
ago, after a dispute about allowing homosexual members to remain official
members of the family. Adrian King, the head of the family, has no issue
with it, but it caused a rift. You're all members of that family, and each
of you have an account with money in it that Brent and I cannot
touch. Mr. Butler will be stopping by the house later to drop off your
guys' debit cards, so you can make purchases from the account, though
you'll need his signature to withdraw money until you turn eighteen."

	"I don't understand," I say. "If all of that is true, why haven't I
known about this? Why did the family let us live as we were?"

	"Because you were fine," he says. "That's the answer Mr. Butler
gave me when I asked him. He said that you were doing fine on your own, and
that he felt that interfering and telling you who and what you were would
disrupt your world too much, and so wait until you turned eighteen, so as
to allow you to be able to take legal custody of your brothers sooner. He
also says that, as Greyson was making the trips to the restaurant in the
evenings until you moved in with us, he also followed him, just in case
something happened, and that he had a guard watching the house whenever the
boys were alone."

	"What about when the police showed up?" I ask. "Travis-"

	"Seemed to be doing a good job on his own," David says. "So he left
it, but if they attempted to touch him or force him to answer questions,
he'd step in. By the way, you've met him a few times."

	"I have?"

	"He's eaten here on more than one occasion," David nods. "He says
you seemed happy with the job. I've looked at the paperwork he had, and it
shows his story as true. I just wanted to let you know what I found, Cal,
and he said for you to let him know whenever you're ready to meet the
family."

	He gets up and leaves his office, and I'm left to digest the
news. I have living family. Do the boys know? Or he is going to let me be
the one to break the news to them?

	Once I finish digesting what he told me (mostly), I go back to
work, and it remains slow and boring, though Emily and I start up a game of
Rummy with the only customer we have during the dinner rush.

	Cam shows up right at the end of my shift, and we head to his
place. I've been there only a couple of times before, but it's pretty
nice. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and then a finished basement with its
own bathroom. That's Cam's room.

	"Worked seemed slow," he kisses me as soon as we're down in his
room.

	"Very," I kick off my shoes and lie on his bed.

	"Still in a bad mood?" He jumps onto the bed next to me.

	"Yeah."

	"Want to know what would make you feel better?" He asks, and I look
over at him. "Sex."

	"You're a horndog, you know that, right?"

	"Only because you won't have sex," he grins. "If I got off with
more than just my hand, I'd not bring it up every time we're alone. So you
gonna top me tonight? Or you gonna keep killing me?"

	I don't answer him, and he just starts kissing me. I pull off his
shirt, and with moments of that, we're both naked. Cam's not muscled, but
he's not fat or skinny, either, and his stomach is perfectly smooth, not a
hair on him, just like me. I know he has to work for that, but I'm
naturally hairless. Our dicks grind against each other as we make out.

	"Just fuck me already," Cam breaks off the kiss. "Need to get more
lube, so just go right in."

	He's tight, but not as tight as I'd expected. I'm not sure what I
was expecting, honestly. I go all the way in, and start to slowly fuck him,
but he begs me to go faster, so I speed up, slamming my dick all the way in
with every thrust.

	Before I can cum, he has me pull out and lie back down. I do, and
this time, he lowers himself onto my dick, facing me, one hand on the bed,
one on my chest, as he goes down.

	"Fuck...yeah," he closes his eyes for a moment, then starts riding
me.

	As he rides me, he leans forward and starts making out with me. I
don't last long, shooting my load into his ass, and that sets him off,
shooting eight loads onto our torsos. He lets my dick slide out of him as
we continue to make out and he grinds his body against mine, smearing his
cum between us.

	"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Cam asks as we kiss.

	"That felt amazing," I say. "But you're kind of crushing me."

	He snorts, getting off of me and lying next to me. I pull him into
a cuddle, and we lie there for a little bit. I fall asleep pretty quickly,
exhausted. When I wake, he's still there.

	As soon as I move, he shifts, turning over and looking at me with a
smile on his face.

	"We really need," he says. "To work on you showing emotion."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Do you love me?"

	"Yes."

	"How much?"

	"Why are you questioning how much I love you?" I ask.

	"Just tell me."

	"When we met," I say. "I couldn't stand you. Now, I don't know what
I'd do without you. I love you. Why?"

	"Because," he kisses me on the lips. "You really don't show
it. After we had sex, I told you I loved you, and you just said that you
enjoyed the sex and that I was crushing you. You can react to everything
perfectly, but when it comes to showing your emotions, other than annoyance
or anger, you've got nothing. But I love you anyway."

	He gives me a quick kiss, then tells me he's taking a shower. He
gets to his bathroom and looks at me, rolling his eyes.

	"And sometimes," he says. "You're so oblivious."

	"What do you mean?"

	"That was a hint, dumbass," he snorts. "When a guy you slept naked
with tells you he's taking a shower, get in the shower with him."

	I get up and go to the bathroom with him, and once the water's hot,
we get into the shower, and I end up fucking him in there, too. He started
it that time, too, though I won't say I didn't enjoy it. It felt
amazing. We wash each other's bodies, then get out and dry off and get
dressed.

	While we're eating breakfast, David shows up to take me home. Cam
gives me a kiss, and when I get in the car, David starts driving. He
doesn't tell me where we're going, and he just drives around for a few
hours before either of us talks.

	"Am I really emotionless?"

	"What?"

	"Something Cam said to me."

	"I wouldn't call you 'emotionless'," David says. "But unless you're
at work or dealing with or thinking of your brothers, you tend to not show
your emotion. As smart as you are, you tend to miss out on a lot of stuff,
too. You're lucky to have Cam as your boyfriend. I've heard him say 'I love
you' to you a few times, and you respond each time with something like 'I
know' back. You're not arrogant or anything, you just don't know how to
react. For the record, 'I love you, too' would be a good way. It honestly
surprises me, how many different 'yous' I see."

	"Different mes?"

	"There's the you," he says. "That's at work. He's polite and
charming, with enough sass to put down the most annoying of patrons, and
the skills to defend himself if things get physical. Then there's the you
that deals with his brothers. He's firm and strict, but also calm, kind,
loving, caring, compassionate, gentle, soft, and easy. Then there's the you
that's in every other circumstance. He's intelligent, smart and wise and
mature beyond his years, but lacking in social knowledge or ability to show
his emotions, and because of that, a lot of things go over his head, and he
acts in a way with his boyfriend that would have caused him to get dumped
by most. Fortunately for him, he's got a boyfriend that understands that,
and loves him anyway, even though he never says 'I love you'."

	I think about that for awhile, then ask him why he's just driving
around town.

	"I would've taken you," he says. "To the park, to walk on the
trails, but it's a bit too cold out. You looked like you needed some time
to think about something, and it was the best I could come up with."

	"Where are the boys?"

	"They wanted to go back to the old house for a few hours," he
answers. "We can head there now, if you want."

	I nod, and he drives me back to the trailer. Henry and Travis are
building a snowman, the fifth one, it looks like, and Greyson is nowhere to
be seen.

	"Where's Greyson?" I ask them, and they both point at the house
next-door, where Sean, the captain of the soccer team, lives. "He's next
door? What's he doing there?"

	"Sam was out with his dogs," Travis answers, looking at
me. "Greyson ran over when they started barking, and hasn't returned."

	Sam is Sean's younger brother, who's in Travis's grade, and is the
captain of the middle school's soccer team. They have two dogs, Sage and
Stealth. Stealth is a mix between a German shepherd and a chow, and Sage
is...not entirely sure, but she definitely has foxhound and beagle in her,
and has Shar-Pei ears, which look kind of adorable on her. Both are big
dogs. While Sage is friendly and hyperactive and a puppy, Stealth is scared
of everyone, and so barks at everyone, evne us, and she's known us for
years.

	"And neither of you thought to go find him?"

	"He keeps pepper spray on him," Travis looks at me. "Where he got
it, we've got no clue, but he's got it. I'm sure he's just hanging out with
them."

	I head next door and knock, and a few moments later, a shirtless
Sam answers the door. All he's got on are boxers, and he's covered in a
light layer of sweat. I will admit, Sam is kind of attractive, with a
slender body just beginning to show abs, and his light brown hair and hazel
eyes. The only difference between him and his older brother, other than
age, is that his brother shows a little more muscle definition. Other than
that, Sam's just a miniature Sean. Even though I'm dating Cam and had sex
last night and this morning, I still bone up a little bit, grateful it
doesn't show through my jeans.

	"Here for Greyson?" He asks, and I nod. Then, he yells, "Greyson!
Your brother's here!"

	"What were you guys doing?" I ask.

	"Wrestling," he answers. "But it got kind of hot, so we stripped
down to our boxers."

	"Greyson doesn't wrestle."

	"He wrestles me," Sam grins. "Normally, he just comes over and
plays with the dogs, but I decided to start tickling him, and that turned
into a wrestling match. Your little bro is crazy strong, and he's got a
damn fine body, too. Wish I had six-packs."

	Greyson shows up, face red, hair sweaty, fully dressed and in his
coat.

	"You don't have to leave if you're having fun," I say. "I just
wanted to make sure you're alright," he nods. "Having fun?" He nods. "David
and I were going to go out for lunch with the others, want to join us or
stay here? I don't have an issue with you eating with Sam"

	Either he can use his words, or he can just follow me or stay, the
choice is up to him.

	"Bye," he says to Sam.

	"Bye, Greyson," Sam hugs Greyson, and I'm pretty sure he gives him
a kiss on the cheek. "See you 'round, Cal."

	"Same to you," I say, and then we leave.

	David takes us to a cafe for lunch (and hot cocoa for Travis and
Henry), and I wonder how it is that Greyson actually started to open back
up. Up until we were found out and moved into David's home, Greyson walked
to the diner every night, just to make sure I came home, and he's still
tried talking to me about breaking up with Cam and dating him instead. His
teachers also state that he didn't change at all from being silent, even
after he and I talked about the whole thing.

	Yet I show up to find out that he was wrestling with someone he
never wanted to talk to, even before he went into his quiet phase, and not
only was he wrestling, but he'd stripped to his underwear for it.

	Maybe he's coming out of whatever funk he was in?

~~END OF CHAPTER SEVEN~~

	Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Any feedback, be
it comments, questions, suggestions, etc., can be sent to me at
kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to all emails!

	TriviaTime! So I just revealed that Cal and his brothers are
descended of Adrian King, the head of the family that owns the Lumara
Group, which is introduced in NLXK (and Adrian himself has appeared there
once). Cal's father, Derrick, is the second son of Lucas, the first son of
Adrian.

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 8!