Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2011 01:31:26 -0400 From: Cy-kun <cysanonymouslyanonymousemail@gmail.com> Subject: Everything Will Turn Out Alright Part 20 Disclaimer: Even though you're gonna do it anyway don't read this unless you're of legal age and this type of thing isn't outlawed where you live. If you object to reading about sex and love between young boys then this isn't for you. I'd still love to know why you're here though. Copyrighted material that may be mentioned is owned by the people who own it and I am not one of them. All of this is fictional, fake, and never happened. Introduction: So, yeah, right after I say "expect shorter chapters" we get, gasp!, a long fucking chapter. I dunno why I even bother saying anything in these intros because the opposite always ends up happening. Nothing I can do about it I guess, I'll just go to bed and wake up tomorrow and totally not win the lottery or get superpowers. Comments, questions or legally binding oaths of servitude can be emailed to me at cysanonymouslyanonymousemail@gmail.com. Or you could just say hi. Not that I'm starved for attention or anything..... <_<;; Oh, and holy shit chapter 20! Yay for milestones! Woo! -Cy --------------------------- I heard a snap that sounded suspiciously like a 360 game box breaking after I dropped the duffel bag but I didn't care, I was too busy flinging myself at Vicky to worry about something as stupid as a possibly ruined 60 dollar game. I wasn't stupid enough to think our little 'fall asleep on the phone' thing completely did away with my weekend Vicky addiction but I wasn't at all prepared for the sheer force of the NEED to touch him that I felt when the door opened and he walked into my house. A need that was more than reciprocated. "Too tight." I gasped as he strangled me. I think it was supposed to be a hug, I'm sure it was supposed to be a hug, but it was NOT a hug. He loosened his grip, but didn't even come close to letting go. "Sorry." he said meekly. "It's ok, I missed you too." I said as I buried my face in the space between his neck and his shoulder and took a deep breath. Ahhh, sweet strawberry Vickyness, how I missed you. "Ahem." That was my mom. And no, that isn't my way of saying she cleared her throat, she literally said the word ahem. Weird, right? We ignored her until the second, louder ahem and then reluctantly came apart. Not much, just enough so that we weren't still hugging but his hand immediately found mine, or maybe mine found his, I'm not sure. Doesn't matter. "See you Sunday, mom." I said and started to leave with Vicky. "Wait." she said sharply. I growled. Seriously, mom? You're not letting me leave? Evil, evil woman. "What?" She arched and eyebrow then deliberately looked at the floor. I followed her eyes and felt my face heat up. "Oh." I said quietly before walking over and picking up my bag. "Thanks." We turned to leave again. "Wait." she said again, but less sharp and more amused this time. I turned back slowly. "What?" I said warily. "Hug." she opened her arms and gave me an expectant look. I stared at her for a few seconds. "Goodbye." I said evenly before turning and dragging Vicky out of the house. Her laughter followed us even through the closed door. It took me about 5 seconds to completely fall in love with Jack's car. Well, actually is was an SUV, not a car, but still. I know, I know, usually when boys fall in love with their first car it's some pimped out Nissan with spinney wheel thingys and stupid lights under the, um, under part or a 30 year old loud as shit muscle car, but just hear me out. See, the SUV had a row of seats right behind the drivers and passenger seats, right? Then behind that they had ANOTHER row of seats. And the part that made me fall in love? The first row totally blocks the driver from seeing most of the second row. Why is this awesome? Well, it's awesome because if two slim boys, somewhat like me and Vicky for instance, were to lay down on top of each other for whatever reason the driver couldn't see ANYTHING they might do to take advantage of the laying on top of each other situation. That's why I'm in love. Does that make me shallow? Better question, do I care? Now, we'd gotten up to some pretty heavy petting in my mom's car right behind the drivers seat and gotten away with it. Now, add that little fact to the fact that we were pretty desperate to touch each other and let your imagination run wild. If you don't have an imagination I guess I could go into detail or something. "Are you sure your dad won't see?" I asked for the 5th time. "Yes!" Vicky said, exasperated. "Just do it or I'm gonna scream. You didn't used to be such a tease." I grinned. "I learned from the best." Vicky covered his eyes and groaned. "Of all the times he could choose to get back at me." he muttered. "He had to-Oh!" He closed his eyes and bit down hard on his fist, presumably to keep from moaning. Good precaution. His dad was blaring some god awful 60's rock but there was no sense risking a moan being heard over the 'Here's to you Mrs Robertson' crap. "Jesus, didn't you used to have a gag reflex?" I might have answered him, but my mouth was full, so I just grinned at him the best I could with a dick in my throat and went back to sucking. "Oh Jesus fuck." Vicky groaned. I swirled my tongue around the head. "Oh, oh, oh God!" Never let anyone tell you you can't learn to give a great blowjob from online porn stories. I'm living proof. "I'm not gonna...I mean, I'm gonna....oh shit." Vicky moaned and pushed my head down on his cock as he came. I didn't choke, I'm very proud of myself for that, but the second he went limp I let him fall out of my mouth and swallowed several times trying my hardest not to cough. Vicky noticed though. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to...I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" "It's ok." I said. The little hiccup of a cough that came out might have said otherwise so I smiled and hoped that would counteract it. "Actually, that was kinda hot." Vicky's look of concern faded and he raised an eyebrow. "Me shoving myself down your throat was hot?" I blushed slightly. "Maybe." "You are so weird." he said fondly. "Shut up." I grumbled. He giggled. "Let's switch, lemme do you." I shook my head. "Nope." His mouth dropped open. "You...you don't want me to blow you?" he asked pathetically. Jesus, he's so cute. I almost gave in, if he did the puppy eyes I would have caved, but I managed to resist. "I've got plans for this." I said as I squeezed my boner. I raised my eyebrows and leered at him. His gaped mouth turned into a wicked grin. "Sexy plans?" "Of course." "Good." he groaned. "I'm getting hard again." He didn't say anything for a few seconds then cocked an eyebrow. "Well?" "Well what?" "Aren't you going to take care of this?" he pointed towards his crotch. "Jesus, you're demanding." I said with an amused smirk. "Yep," he agreed. "Now suck." I took a quick glance out the window and sighed. "Nope, we're like 5 minutes away from your house." Vicky shot me a half smile. "Don't think you're good enough to get me off again in 5 minutes?" he challenged. I narrowed my eyes. Did he really think I was that childish and easy to manipulate? "Oh, it's on, you bitch." If so, he was right. He opened his mouth, probably to gloat, but I was quick and all that came out was "Mmmmmm." Three minutes later I wiped some cum off my bottom lip with my thumb and grinned at him. "You rock." he said breathlessly. "I know." I said with a certain amount of smugness. We were almost there so I sat up normally and put Vicky's feet in my lap. I looked out the window and absently ran my fingers up and down his smooth calf as he caught his breath. I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself and that, combined with my painful arousal, kept me from freaking out at the thought that I just blew Vicky twice less than 6 feet away from his dad. Like I said before though the music was pretty loud and now Jack was singing along with it so I was as sure as I could be that he didn't know what happened. We pulled into Vicky's familiar driveway a few minutes later and by the time the car stopped Vicky had his shorts buttoned up and was sitting next to me looking nothing like a boy that just got two amazing (I'm so modest) blowjobs. "Here we are." Jack said as he shut off the car. Why do parents always feel the need to announce the obvious? An idea hit me and I smiled to myself. "Hey, Vicky?" I leaned over and grabbed the strap of my bag. "Yeah?" He asked. "Race you!" I yelled as I jumped out the door. "What?" I heard him say, followed by "You bastard!" As he frantically pushed his door open. I was laughing maniacally as I sprinted up the driveway to the door of the big house. Vicky was running behind me and actually catching up but there was no way he'd reach the door before me. I looked over my shoulder and stuck my tongue out at him as I jumped up the three steps of his porch and crashed hands first into the wooden door. I turned around, raised my hands above my head and did the Rocky-I-just-ran-up-a-whole-shitload-of-stairs dance as Vicky slowed to a jog and caught up to me. "You're such a cheater!" he said. I laughed. "Hey, it's not my fault you weren't prepared. You should be ready for these things." I said with a grin. "I'm sorry I'm not prepared for my boyfriend to suddenly turn into a 9 year old and race to me the door, I'll expect it next time." he said with a mostly straight face. "Oh, I'm the 9 year old?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "Which one of us got all excited about a new cartoon coming out at the movies?" Vicky huffed. "Are we really having this argument again? Pixar movies are NOT for kids!" "Maybe my tastes are just more mature than yours." I said with a shrug. "Oh, this from the guy with an entire shelf filled with cartoon DVD's." he smirked. "Didn't think I noticed those, did you?" I narrowed my eyes. I actually didn't. He never seemed to pay much attention to my DVD collection. Although when you had someone as sexy as me naked in front of you that's pretty understandable. (Yeah, I'm pretty high on myself right now, so what?) "Those are anime, not cartoons." "Since when is Darkwing Duck an anime?" he said smugly. I blushed. "Alright! Fine! I have a thing for 90's cartoons, ok? Can we move on?" Shit, I completely forgot that one was even there. "You started it." Vicky reminded me. "And I'm finishing it." I turned away from him. "Hey," he said softly and put his hand on my arm. "Are you mad?" I shook my head. "No." "Then look at me." I hesitated. "No." "Why not?" I didn't say anything. "Are you...embarrassed?" I felt myself blush more. "Maybe." Arms wrapped around me from behind. "That's so cute." he kissed me on the cheek. "But you shouldn't be. Just wait till you see my room." I was about to ask him what he meant when I heard someone walk up the porch steps. "Nate won, huh?" Jack asked, amused. "I let him win." Vicky said. "Ha!" I laughed and was grateful to feel the heat in my cheeks going away. I'm not sure why it embarrassed me so much, I guess I'm more shy about certain things than I thought. Even with Vicky. Jack laughed. "So, what do I get for coming in third?" "You get to open the door." Vicky said. He was still hugging me from behind and took a second to think how incredibly cool it was that Jack didn't even seem to notice. If my mom was here she would have been on her third embarrassing comment by now. "Terrible prize." Jack said. "Well, you also get to fix yourself a snack." Vicky said magnanimously. "Oh, well in that case..." he unlocked the door and opened it. He went inside and, with Vicky still holding on to me, I followed. Vicky's house was, in a word, awesome. I kinda expected it to be like a lot of newer big houses on the inside, all open spaces and tiny little rooms, but I was pleasantly surprised. Inside the door there was a short, little hallway that opened into what I think is called a foyer that had two doorways to the left and right that lead to a dining room and a family room respectively. Directly in front of me was a staircase that lead to the second floor and next to that was another sort of narrow hallway that lead to what looked like a kitchen. It was weird, the whole outside seemed to be all "look at me, I payed way too much for this but I'm trying to be low key about it" but the inside was warm and cozy. A family home. I could tell at a glance that every decoration and piece of furniture was there because it either had some personal meaning or was incredibly comfortable. Nothing was for show. Of course, being a 13 year old boy the first thing I noticed was the giant ass flatscreen in the living room. "Vicky," I said evenly. "Please tell me your 360 is hooked up to that." I pointed at the TV. He laughed. "I wish. It's up in my room." I frowned, it was a fucking crime not to use that TV for gaming, but then perked up. "Your room?" I could feel quick breaths on my neck as he laughed quietly through his nose. "Wanna see?" "Y-yeah." I wanted to make some witty little comment but the tiny gusts of air that hit my neck every time he spoke was starting to drive me crazy. I wonder if there's like a harness or something we can use to stay hooked like this? He gave me a slight nudge with his hips. "Let's go then." I barely bit back a moan. Taking small steps I made our way over to the stairs before running into a problem. "Um, I think you need to let go." "Nope." I could feel him shake his head. "Don't wanna." I eyes the narrow steps suspiciously. "I don't think both our feet will fit." The steps really were narrow, like, almost unsafely so. It was kinda weird. "Hey guys." Jack called as he walked back in from the kitchen where he'd disappeared to after opening the door. He had a beer in one hand and some kind of glazed pastry in the other. "Does lunch at 1:30 sound good?" "Yeah, that's fine dad." Vicky said. Jack stood there looking at us for about a minute while he munched on his pastry. "Um, anything wrong?" Vicky sighed. "Nate's trying to figure out how to get us both up the stairs like this. He thinks we won't fit or something." I blushed and turned my head so my hair fell in front of my eyes. God, why does everybody get so much pleasure out of embarrassing me? "Hm, I think he might be right there, Vic." "Ha!" I shouted, totally involuntarily. "Here, let's try this." Jack said. He out his beer down on a nearby table and walked behind us. I heard a soft grunt and then felt Vicky's waist lose contact with me. I had a second to wonder what was going on when two legs wrapped around my torso from behind and the arms around my neck held on tighter. "There!" Jack said, pleased with himself. "Now you don't have to share a step." "You've got to be shitting me." I clamped my hand over my mouth. Shit! I usually try to tone down the swearing around people's parents. I felt my face heat up even more. Vicky just giggled. "You guys have fun." Jack said before taking his beer and walking into the living room. He seriously has to be the most laid back guy ever. "Come on," Vicky urged, squeezing my waist with his legs. "What are we waiting for?" The only reason I started walking was because I didn't know how long I could support Vicky's weight with my ridiculously unsuitable-for-load-bearing frame. "Fine." I grunted. "But if we fall and break our necks I'm blaming you." "Noted!" Vicky said happily. "Let's go!" "Ok," A sudden thought made me smile. "Here, hold this." I hung my bag off of one of his feet. "Hey!" He shifted to keep it from falling. "Why do I have to have that hanging off me?" "Balance." I said and held out my arms for emphasis. I rested one hand on the wall and the other had the banister in a death grip. "Ok, here we go." The first three steps were the hardest. We almost toppled twice and while I'd like to say that Vicky was moving or something I sadly have to admit that it was all my fault. Vicky was being perfectly still and balanced, I just couldn't get used to walking with a bundle of hot clinging to my back. After that I kinda managed to fall into a rhythm of taking a step, moving my hands, and taking another step but by the time I got to the top I was all out of breath and ready to collapse. It was actually kinda pathetic. I seriously need to start doing push ups or something. Or figure out how to 'Hulk up'. "You getting off?" I panted when we reached the top. "Nope." Vicky said and kissed the back of my head. "My room's to the right." I turned right, absently noticing that there were several doors down the hall to the left. By now my fascination with Vicky's house was taking a very distant third place to the pain in my back from carrying Vicky and the slowly building sense of arousal from having Vicky this close with his legs wrapped around me. "That one." Vicky said, pointing past me to the door all the way at the end of the hall. I got there, barely, and was obscenely relieved to see that the door wasn't latched. Yay for no awkward, unbalanced doorknob fumbling. I pushed it open. The first thing I saw when I walked in was the bed, and I grinned, but not for the usual reasons. I noted that it was about the same size as mine as I walked as quickly as I could over to it, turned around and fell backward. "Oopf!" Vicky exhaled as my back came crashing down on top of him. "Hey!" I giggled. "You wanted to be let down on the floor?" I asked innocently. I heard the bag fall from his foot as he unwrapped his legs from me. I started to sit up but his arms tightened and he pulled me back. "No." I could feel his head shake. "You're not getting out of my bed." "I'm not crushing you?" "Not at all." He kissed my hair. "I like you on top of me." he whispered in my ear. Knock knock. Who's there? Massive. Massive who? Massive instant erection! "I think," I croaked, then swallowed and tried again. "I think this will work better if I could roll over." "I think maybe you're right." He loosened his grip and I turned over so I was laying on top of him frontways looking him in the eyes. "Hi." I said softly. "Hey." He pushed his crotch up into mine. "Mmmm." I pushed back. "Damn right mmm." I leaned down and brushed his lips with mine. The arms around my neck tightened and pulled me down as his head was coming up. Our lips crashed together and I could feel Vicky's body shudder like a junkie getting his fix. Our tongues danced and I moved my hand under his shirt, up his chest and pinched one of his nipples, hard. "Ohhh!" Vicky moaned into my mouth and pressed his hips up hard. He broke the kiss. "Get naked. Now." Who am I to refuse a logical request like that? He let me up and I ripped my shirt off and threw it behind me......towards the still open door. "Shit! We should probably close that." Vicky looked past me and laughed. "Yeah, might be a good idea." "I'll get it." I looked over my shoulder as I walked towards the door. "You just stay there looking sexy and getting naked." Vicky giggled and I felt a balled up shirt hit the back of my head right after I closed the door. I turned back and the mock glare didn't even have time to fully form before it turned into a look of total lust. Vicky was laying there completely naked with his legs spread invitingly and a "get your ass over and fuck me" smirk on his face. I make a point to always obey smirks. I tripped over something and stumbled as I made my way to the naked Vicky. I growled as I looked down and say my bag, then grinned. Oh, oh I think that's a good idea.... "What are you doing?" Vicky asked as I opened the bag. "You'll see." I said. The first thing I noticed was the source of that cracking sound I heard back at my house. The crown had impaled the Battlefield: Bad Company 2 box with it's rounded safety edge. I took exactly one second to appreciate the irony before tearing it from the box and holding it up for Vicky with a grin. A smile slowly spread across his face. "Oh, yeah." I plopped the crown on my head and his smile widened into a delighted grin. "That is so hot." I smirked. "No, you really have no idea how hot that is." He licked his lips. "It can't be legal." It was such a turn on turning Vicky on that much. As I was taking my pants off I remembered something else he said last night and, after a seconds hesitation, I swallowed a bit of my dignity and walked towards the bed swishing my hips. It was so worth it. Vicky's eyes widened then he closed them, bit his bottom lip and shuddered. "Ohhhh." he moaned. "You seriously better get over here or I'm gonna cum right now." His eyes shot open and I was almost taken back by the pure lust shining in them. Somehow I managed to keep myself from running towards the bed and jumping on him. I swished my way over (wow, that's something I never thought I'd say) as sexily as I could. I must have done well because right as I started crawling towards him on the bed he leaned up and grabbed me, pulling me down for a rough kiss. "I want you." he said after breaking the kiss. "Lube. Now." Ok. Yeah. Definitely. Where did I put the lube again? "Fuuuuuuuck!" I yelled. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I punctuated each stupid with a palm to my forehead. "What?" Vicky asked, concerned. "I forgot the stupid lube!" I whined. Vicky let out a dismayed moan. "Seriously?" I blushed, feeling stupid and useless and retarded and wow, so this is what blue balls are, huh? "Yeah." I said and looked away. What made it even worse was that I was STILL hard. It was like my boner was mocking me saying "Hey, I'm still here. Guess what I could be inside if you weren't such an idiot?" Vicky groaned again. "We need to go to the store. Now." "Wait," I said. The idea of putting clothes back on seemed blasphemous, not to mention seriously counterproductive. "Don't you have anything we could use?" He shook his head. "No." "Vasilene? Hand cream? Cooking grease? Anything?" I asked helplessly. "No." He cocked his head. "And cooking grease? Please don't tell me you've ever actually-" "No!" I yelled. "But I am a bit desperate here." I gestured to the still hard dick poking him in the balls. He giggled. "This isn't funny." I mumbled. "No, it's not. But I can't help it." With another moan, this one more exasperation than soul wrenching despair, he slid out from under me and started gathering up his clothes. I frowned, then sighed and gave in to the inevitable. It was seriously heartbreaking seeing Vicky covering himself up again before we actually got to do anything but I was strangely comforted by the lost, sad look he had in his eyes as he watched me take off the crown and get dressed. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all taking pleasure in it but it was nice to know I wasn't the only one feeling this way. I really hoped there was a drug store nearby. We made it downstairs in record time. Which, if you think about it, would have been true even if we walked really slow because it's our very first time going down Vicky's stairs together....you know what? It doesn't matter. What does matter is that when we got down there we found Jack sitting in the living room sipping his beer with the phone in his hand. "-lemons and maybe a persimmon or two." He was saying as he noticed us standing there. "Hang on a second, they're standing here staring at me." he laughed. "We need to go to the store." Vicky said. I think I almost had a tiny heart attack. I could almost hear the unspoken 'to get lube' in that sentence and for a split second I thought Jack could too. "I'm on the phone Vic, I'll take you later." Jack said. "Dad, it's real important, we just need you to drop us off-" Vicky tried. "I'm right in the middle of a conversation here Vicky." he said sternly. "I'll take you later." "Grrr!" Vicky growled. "When?" "How about after lunch?" he suggested. Vicky and I let out identical moans. "Wow, you'd think I just told you your dog died or something." he cocked his head. "What do you need anyway?" "Nothing!" we said at the same time, then looked at each other and blushed. Damn, we are so not good at this whole 'not acting suspicious in front of parents' thing. Jack raised his eyebrows and cocked his head in amused confusion but didn't say anything. Even with the embarrassment I felt it was still nice to not have to deal with a very mom-like comment or inquisition. Something in my head clicked as that thought caused another one to shoot through my brain. "Is that my mom?" I asked, pointing towards the phone. Jack nodded. "Yeah, you want to talk to her?" "No no." I shook my head quickly. I couldn't be sure that she'd overheard all of what we'd been saying but there wasn't any need to run the risk. I was enjoying the whole not having to worry about her being herself thing a bit too much for that. "We'll just, um, leave you to it then." I walked away, dragging an only slightly protesting Vicky behind me. "So, now what?" I asked once we were back in his room. Vicky blinked. "How am I supposed to know? You're the one that dragged me up here!" he said accusingly, like just because I'd pulled him after me it meant I had some kind of plan or something. "Your dads talking to my mom." I said. Vicky just arched an eyebrow like that didn't explain everything. I sighed. "Do you really think it would take more than three sentences to figure out exactly what we're trying to do?" He thought about it for a second and I could have sworn he suppressed a shudder. Whether from thinking about what I just said or a post-mom stress syndrome flashback I couldn't tell though. "Ok, you might have a point." "So," I started again. "Since it's obvious I don't have a plan, what do we do?" "Why do I have to come up with something?" Vicky asked. "Because," I said with a grin. "He's your dad. You know what'll work with him and what won't." Vicky pouted, obviously not liking the fact that he didn't have anything to counter my oh so airtight argument. "Fine." Any other time, or if he was Jason, I might have been tempted to do a little teasing but I knew he was feeling the same sexual frustration I was so instead I sat down next to him on the bed and rested my head comfortingly on his shoulder. "I know you'll think of something." I said softly. "You're awesome like that." I gave his thigh a squeeze. I tried, for both our sanity, to keep it as non sexual as possible but there are only so many "innocent" ways I can touch Vicky and that wasn't even close to one of them. He let out a small whimper and pressed his leg closer to mine. "No pressure, I guess." he grumbled, but I could hear the smile in his voice. I smiled too. Even though he probably wanted to jump me at least as much as I wanted to jump him he was trying to control himself. Like everything Vicky did, it was cute. Also like everything Vicky did, it was seriously turning me on. It's our own fault really. We both knew we could be doing other things to get off and relieve the sexual tension, we just didn't want to. Well, I didn't want to and I assume Vicky felt the same because he wasn't trying to force my dick down his throat. I guess it could be because I'd blown him twice in the car (At least I think I did. I'm starting to question whether or not I could have actually done something that....awesome? Stupid? Risky? Sexy?) but I didn't think so. Like me I think he wanted to have real sex. I don't know his reasons but for me fucking or being fucked always seemed more intimate than just sucking on a dick. I felt closer to him, physically and emotionally, when one of us was inside the other. And, if we're being honest here, that crown thing was way hotter than it should have been and I wouldn't get like a tenth of the pleasure out of non crown related sexual activity until I got to do crown sex. I took a steadying breath, the finger that I'd been lightly running up and down Vicky's thigh was getting way too close to the end of his shorts. Touching bare skin and not doing anything about it wouldn't have been fair to either of us. I stopped rubbing and decided to take a look around his room to distract myself. The room was a little bit bigger than mine you really wouldn't be able to tell with all the stuff in it. I actually had to do a legit double take. It didn't seem that packed with shit when I came in the first time.....of course, I was kinda focused on other things at the time. His bed was pushed up against the back wall with the foot of the bed sticking out into the room the same way mine was set up. He had shelves covering pretty much every wall except one. That one had an entertainment center filled with game systems, an iPod dock AND an actual CD player, a lava lamp and...... "Holy shit!" I said and took my head off his shoulder. "You have the same TV as me!" Vicky giggled. "I told you you had an awesome TV." I shook my head. "Same bed, same TV, it's too bad you don't have the same nightstand filled with lube." Vicky sighed. "I wish I did." Any other time that might have made me all sad and longing for him but I barely heard him. I was too busy staring at something that looked an awful lot like.... "The Holy Grail." I murmured under my breath. "What?" he asked. I didn't answer. Instead I got up and walked slowly, reverently, over to a particular shelf. It covered almost the entirety of the wall shared with his door from floor to ceiling and it was completely and totally filled with DVD's. And not just any DVD's. No way. It was filled with DVD's plucked right from my heart and on display for the world to see. Only the very best in cinematic entertainment graced that shelf. Action. Sci-Fi. Fantasy. It was all there. My eyes lovingly caressed the titles on the cases. Aliens. Predator. Terminator 2. Star Wars. (all of them) Star Trek. (all of them plus every season of every show) Firefly. Serenity. Commando. Top Gun. Crank 1 and 2. Escape From New York. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. (only 1 and 2, 3 was thankfully not polluting the Grail) All three Lord of the Rings extended cuts. Demolition Man. Total Recall. Highlander. All four Indiana Jones. Equilibrium. Every Die Hard. All three Beverly Hills Cop's. The Running Man. Tango and- "Holy shit! You have Tango and Cash!" I squealed. "I do." I could hear the amused smile in his voice. "I guess you like it?" "Are you shitting me? Sylvester Stallone and Kurt Russel at their actiony best in the same movie at the SAME time? What's not to like?" I was hyperventilating. Never in my life had a seen a movie collection so amazingly filled with only the greatest movies ever made. I didn't even think such a thing existed. He even left out all the bad movies from otherwise awesome series. No Alien 3 OR Resurrection. None of the Highlander sequels. Terminator 3 was nowhere to be found. "I....I love you." Vicky giggled again. "Look at the bottom shelf." I did. "Holy sweet gods of the 80's! Are those what I think they are?" "Yep." Oh. My. God. I literally almost died. Not only did he have the movies but he had the SOUNDTRACKS for almost all of the ones from the 80's and 90's. I admit it, I squeed. Just a bit. I reached out to touch them but dragged my hand back at the last second. No, I can't sully this with my unclean hands. "It's like being in a raft adrift in an ocean of musical perfection, Harold Faltermeyer and John Williams as far as the eye can see." I said wonderingly. "Wow, you get poetic about the weirdest things." Vicky said. "It's cute." I grinned but couldn't force myself to look away from the shelves. "Is this what you meant before? About your room?" "Yeah." "And you thought I'd make fun of this?" Now I did turn to briefly give him a 'are you insane' stare. "Hell no!" I said before he could answer. "This is the awesomest thing I've seen, ever." Vicky giggled shyly. "Now I feel kinda bad for making fun of your anime shelf." "You can make it up to me," I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him through my hair. "if you want." Vicky swallowed. "How?" I spun around and held out his copy of Tango and Cash. "By watching this with me!" Vicky's mouth dropped open. I wondered why but quickly realized that what I said kinda could have been taken sorta sexually. What? I didn't mean it like that! I swear! He looked from the movie, to me and back again. "Well," he said slowly. "I guess we do have a few hours to kill before lunch." "Exactly!" I said happily. I practically skipped over to his entertainment center. "You have a DVD player?" "No, just use the Xbox." "Kay." I put the movie in, turned the TV towards the bed, then sat next to Vicky and snuggled close. Shortly after we finished lunch we found ourselves in a CVS glaring at each other. "You take it up." I said for the third time. "No!" Vicky shook his head forcefully. "Come on! It's your money." "You're the one who forgot to pack it!" "Vicky-" "Nate, please? She's like 80, I can't just hand her a bottle of lube!" "I'll be there with you." "That makes it even worse." he grumbled, then looked me in the eye. "Nate? Please? For me?" Dammit! I groaned. This all seemed like such a great idea two hours ago too. We'd just finished watching the movie, which was probably the best movie watching experience I'd ever had with someone else. Not only did he have amazing taste but he actually knew the right way to watch the movies too. Way too many people watch 80's and 90's action movies like they're some kind of satire or comedy. They laugh at the cliche's and point out the plot holes and make fun of the acting all the while never actually enjoying the movie for what it really was. Vicky was different. He actually liked the movie because he LIKED the movie. Just like me. We laughed at the jokes, cheered the explosions, talked about how bad ass the action scenes were and after it was done we repeated our favorite lines to each other and talked about our favorite scenes. THAT'S how you watch a movie with someone. Most people don't get that. They either make fun of it or expect you to be completely silent the whole time. I'm sorry but if I wanted to watch a movie in silence I'd watch it by myself. Vicky got it. He got it better than anyone else ever did and I loved him even more for it. It was while we were talking that Vicky told me his idea. "-giving him shit and he's all like 'Fuck you, bitch I'm Sylvester Stallone' and he shoots the tanker and the coke spills out." I took a breath. "I love that part. Totally classic." "I know, right?" Vicky was as happy as I was that he found someone to share his love of movies with. "Ye-" "Hey!" he cut me off. "I know how we can get the lube!" My eyes widened. I'd almost forgotten about that but now that he mentioned it I was achingly aware that neither of us was inside the other. "How?" "Ok, we tell my dad that we wanna go out for lunch then when he asks where we tell him Ruby Tuesday's which is in the mall then after we eat we say we wanna look around the mall for a bit and when he lets us go we go to CVS and get it." He grinned. "Easy." I kissed him and grinned back. "Told you you'd come up with something." And that's exactly what happened. The only problem was neither of us wanted to actually go up and hand the lube to the sweet little old lady behind the register. But.....I was going to do it anyway. I REALLY need to start learning how to say no to Vicky. I groaned again and was about to say I'd do it when Vicky sighed. "You bought lube before, right?" The question threw me off and instead of saying "Give me the money I'll go pay" like I meant to I said "No, never." He cocked his head. "Then how did you get that bottle you had the first night we had sex?" I blushed a little bit. "Stole it." I whispered, then looked around like there was a cop waiting behind the tampons to jump out and arrest me. "Holy shit, you did not!" Vicky practically yelled. "Shhh!" I clamped my hand over his mouth. I didn't know what I was more scared of, someone overhearing me talk about committing a crime or somebody coming to investigate the shout and seeing two boys standing right in front of an entire shelf of KY Jelly. "Yes, I did. And from this store too so just try not to broadcast it to the world, ok?" Vicky's eyes widened and I could hear a muffled laugh. I rolled my eyes and took my hand away. "This is great." he said, much lower this time. "How did you do it last time? Think you could do it again? That way we don't have to go up there with it." I opened my mouth to refuse, but then closed it. I was all set to say I'd pay.....but this idea wasn't all bad. If I could pull it off then I could avoid another embarrassing situation and Vicky would never have to know how close I came to doing it. And don't give me that look either, keeping something secret isn't exactly lying so I'm really not breaking my promise this time! "Probably." I said thoughtfully. "We'll need to buy a bunch of stuff though." "Like what?" "I dunno, anything. Last time I got candy." I shrugged. "It doesn't really matter as long as there's a lot of it." I thought for a second. "Oh! Definitely a book though." "Why?" "Because books usually hide the alarm strips." "Huh?" I could tell he didn't get it. I looked around to make sure we were still alone then laid out my plan. "Ok, sometimes the little thingy that deactivates the thing that sets off the alarm when you walk through the sensors doesn't work properly and almost every time it happens they just wave you on through without searching you. You get a whole bunch of stuff, including a book because the alarm strip is usually in the middle and usually doesn't get shut off properly, pay for it, then leave. When the alarm goes off look surprised and start walking back. The cashier usually just waves you out." Vicky stared at me then raised an eyebrow. "And that works?" "It did for me...." I smiled sheepishly. "Once." "Good enough for me, let's do it." Vicky said with a grin. I took another quick look around and then quickly pocketed a small bottle of lube. "You're like my own personal Carmen Sandiego." he giggled. "You couldn't pick a male thief?" I said under my breath as we went to stock up on candy. Once we had enough, I figured 35 dollars worth should be enough, we went to the pathetic book aisle. There wasn't a lot to choose from, even less that a 13 year old boy would be caught dead buying, but finally I found a copy of some Star Wars book I already owned and we got in line. Ever commit a crime? If you have then you know the waiting is the worst part. Your mind starts going over everything that could go wrong and you start picturing what the first fat, bald, tattooed guy to rape you in prison might smell like. And of course let's not forget how amazingly cool under pressure I always am...... Vicky wasn't exactly helping by humming the fucking Carmen Sandiego theme under his breath either. My heart was pounding as I paid the sweet, old lady but I thought I did a pretty good job looking calm and normal. The last time I did this was with my mom and the only reason I didn't freak out was because in my youthful innocence (ugh, full disclosure: this was about 5 months ago) I figured they'd have a better chance of waving us through if it was a mother and her son setting off the alarm. Now that fantasy was coming back to bite me in the ass because Vicky and I weren't in any way a mother and son and a little voice in the back of my head was whispering "that's the only reason it worked the last time, kid. You're gonna wish you had that lube after you get thrown in jail" and other such encouraging thoughts. And then just like that the moment of truth, or theft I guess, was upon me. Vicky looked excited as we walked towards the exit to the mall. He was really enjoying this whole grand theft sex aid thing. In the back of my mind I melted just a bit because he trusted so much that I was right and this would work that he could just sit back and enjoy it but the front of my mind wished he looked even a fraction as nervous as I felt. I approached the exit. Ok, here we go. I held my breath, tried to mentally picture the mildly surprised-slash-confused face I'd give when the alarm went off, and walked through. Nothing happened. I blinked. Vicky crashing into my back was the only reason I realized that I'd stopped. I was standing right on the other side of the two sensor things and there was no alarm. None. At all. Huh. How 'bout that? A gentle push from Vicky got me walking again. "Shitty alarm system." Vicky said. "Do you think we should go back and try again?" I asked seriously. Yeah, I know, I haven't exactly recovered yet. Vicky laughed, obviously thinking I was joking. I decided not to correct him. "Nah, but maybe we should have taken more than just one tiny bottle of lube." It finally, FINALLY, registered that what had happened had actually happened and I let out a relieved, yet very unsteady, giggle. "Yeah, sure." I steadied my voice. "Maybe next time we should hit a CVS down in Kiev or Carolina." Damn him now the song's stuck in my head. Vicky laughed. "Or from Berlin down to Belize." I laughed too, giddily this time, on a successful crime high. "Nah, we'll go from Nashville to Norway-" "-Bonaire to Zimbabwe-" "-Chicago to Czechoslovakia-" "-and back!" we yelled at the same time and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Jack found us 5 minutes later sitting on the floor, tears streaming down our face trying to get the rest of the song out through our laughter. After we got to Vicky's house it didn't take us long to pick up where we left off. Within two minutes we were up in his room and completely naked. Vicky plopped the crown down on my head and said, "Take two." Then he threw himself back on the bed and spread his legs. I grinned. "I can't believe how hot this stupid thing is getting me." "You?" he asked. "I'm seriously gonna cum the second you touch me. The crown was white hot before but now that we did crime together it's even hotter." He licked his lips. "You're like a sexy, blond bandit king." "That's much better than Carmen Sandiego." Vicky just giggled and tossed me the lube. I caught it easily. It's weird, I can't catch a baseball for shit but I've never dropped a bottle of lube. Vicky smiled at me and opened his legs wider. I tend to obey that even more than I do smirks. I crawled up Vicky's sprawled body and pressed my mouth to his. I was a bit surprised that he didn't drag my face down to him like he usually does but I quickly realized he didn't want to do anything that might knock the crown off. As if to prove my point he pushed it farther down on my head as we kissed. I think I found Vicky's first fetish. Go me. But as awesome as that was I was hardcore making out with him and grinding my crotch into his so I kinda wanted the focus to be on me, not a piece of admittedly hot head wear. With the ease of lots of experience (I so love that I can say that) I popped open the lube bottle and poured some on my fingers without ever breaking my rhythm. I slowly slid one finger between his cheeks and he sighed contentedly into my mouth and pushed down slightly on my hand. I traced the outline of his hole before slowly sliding my finger in. He groaned and shuddered. Good, but I think he could be a bit more focused on me. I curled my finger and pressed hard on his little gland. "Oh, shit!" he broke the kiss and moaned. "So good!" Yeah. That's better. I started roughly massaging it. "Fuck!" he squirmed and pushed against me, tying to get more of me in him. Much better. I added another finger and when that slid in easily I put in a third just to make sure he was stretched enough. If he felt any pain or discomfort I couldn't tell my his moans writhing. I smiled and kissed him softly. "Ready?" "Fuck yes!" he looked at me with heated eyes. "And don't you dare lose that crown." I smirked. "I won't." I took my fingers out and quickly lubed up my cock. Normally I'd ask Vicky if he wanted to get on his hands and knees since that's his favorite position when we do things like this but I guessed that he'd want to see me this time. I was right. He stared intently at me as if memorizing everything I did as I slowly pushed the head inside him. He moaned softly but never looked away. I gotta admit, having him stare like that was both slightly intimidating and incredibly hot. I didn't know if bandit kings stormed fortresses but that's kinda how I felt. Well, if the fortress was left totally defenseless, opened and had a "Welcome Conquering Bandit King" sign posted out front. As I slid my entire length into him his gaze never left mine and I swear his gray eyes looked almost silver with the way the sunlight was hitting them. That was it for me. I gave up the slow approach and rammed home. This time his eyes did close briefly as he let out a noise that was halfway between a whimper and a moan. It was only for a second though. They shot right back open and locked onto mine with even more intensity than before. "Fuck. Me." he said deliberately, the sexuality of his words only enhanced by the sweet, innocent looking face saying them. And I did. I thrust in hard and fast with no pretense of control and Vicky responded with wanton abandon. He moaned and writhed and grunted but he never once looked away or spoke. Which was surprising. Usually when he's on the bottom the dirty talk seems to fly out of his mouth but not this time. And as much as what he says usually leaves me breathless and shuddering and cumming before I wanted to the silence and the intense looks were in some ways even more of a turn on. His legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I moved inside him, silently urging me on. I listen to legs as well, if you were wondering. I fucked him faster, my head inches from his, my hair caressing his face and he bit his lip as he breathed heavily. I couldn't take it anymore. I brought my mouth to his and shoved my tongue inside as I pushed in as deep as I could go and released inside him. I'm not sure when but at some point we stopped kissing. Our lips were still touching but we were too busy sucking down air to kiss. My arms felt weak and my body felt like I'd shot every ounce of energy I had into Vicky along with my cum. The only reason I hadn't collapsed was because I couldn't bring myself to slide out of him. I wanted to stay connected like that forever. "That was amazing." Vicky whispered. I smiled. "The crown really does it for you, huh?" Vicky shook his head. "No. Well, yeah it does but that's not what I meant. YOU were amazing." He licked his lips, just to get them wet not to look sexy although he succeeded at both, and kissed me. "Fucking amazing." I couldn't stop grinning. Nathan Ellis: Bandit King Sex God. It had a nice ring to it. Although a real sex god would have made sure to get his boyfriend off too. "Not all that amazing." I pointed to his still hard cock. It was covered in slick pre-cum but he hadn't came. "You want me to-" "No way." Vicky said. "I'm gonna just lay here and recover for about 90 to 120 minutes and then it's my turn." I moaned softly and finally let myself fall onto the bed next to him. "I can't wait." I whispered. "Really think it'll take you that long to recover?" He giggled. "It depends on what movie we watch while I get the feeling back in my legs." "Do I have to get up and get one?" I whined. Although part of me was already trying to recover at the thought of getting another look at that collection. "Not right now. I don't even think I could focus on a movie until my ass stops tingling." I perked up. "Really? Tingling?" "Yep." "Wow," I smiled to myself. "I'm good." "You have no idea." I opened my mouth to respond but got cut off by a knocking at the door. "Shit!" I said instead. I didn't have the strength to jump up and pull on clothes and Vicky's door didn't even lock! Vicky didn't even move an inch. "It's ok." he said calmly. "My dad never comes in unless I say it's ok." He raised his voice. "What is it dad?" "Phone call!" Jack yelled through the door. Vicky groaned. "You've gotta be kidding." he muttered. "Ok, I'll be there in a minute!" "Ok" Jack said and I could hear him walk away. "Great. I don't think I can stand and now I have to try walking? This sucks. This better be, no you know what? The only person who I wouldn't get pissed at right now is you and you're obviously not calling so I hate them. And what are you grinning about?" I laughed. "I like being over here. Usually it's me running off to unwanted calls. I kinda like being on the other side of it." Vicky sighed, then smiled. "I like you being over here too. Too bad it's only for two days. And it REALLY sucks that you can't be here next weekend." "Why? What's going on next weekend?" "I dunno. But on Monday I'm giving your phone number to every fangirl I can find so I'd assume a lot of calling will be going on." He flashed me his evil grin. "You wouldn't!" "Maybe." He rolled out of bed and pulled on his shorts. "Unless you help me find my shirt." I groaned, but got sat up and started looking. I didn't think he'd actually do it but just the thought of screeching, overexcited girls calling me at all hours sent enough pure terror into my soul that I suddenly had a bit of nervous energy to burn off. "It's over there." I pointed to a spot on the floor by a bookshelf. "Thanks." he smiled and put it on. "I'll be back." "I'll be in bed." He narrowed his eyes playfully, then left. I laid back in the bed and got under the covers. Vicky closed the door but I was still paranoid about Jack walking in. I don't think I'll ever be able to fully trust an unlocked door ever again but at least Jack seemed to be a lot less interested in catching me in embarrassing situations that my mom. I closed my eyes and waited for Vicky. About a minute later I heard the door open and I was just awake enough to register that before my eyes shot open and I shot a panicked look towards the door. I let out a breath and relaxed when I saw Vicky walk in. He stopped short and looked at me. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, you just scared me a bit." I laughed nervously. Vicky giggled. "You're too cute." I smiled. "Thanks. So, who was it?" Vicky growled and rolled his eyes. "Carl." My eyebrows shot up. "Really? What the hell did he want?" "I dunno." Vicky flopped down on the bed next to me. "I told him you were here and he said 'ok, sorry. I'll talk to you later" and we hung up." "I guess this is a great weekend for weird phone calls." Vicky rolled over on his side and propped his head up with his hand. "What do you mean?" I sighed and told him about Jason's weird call from last night. Vicky looked thoughtful. "Has he been acting weird lately?" "No, not lately." "Not lately?" I sighed. I hadn't talked about Jason's occasional strangeness with Vicky. I guess I was trying to ignore it and talking about it is kinda the opposite of that. So, now I'd have to explain about it while naked in Vicky's bed right after having insanely great sex. There's probably a lesson in there somewhere. I told him as briefly as I could about how Jason seemed to be uncomfortable when we showed physical affection for each other in front of him and how he acted at the dance when Jen started hanging on him. I said I thought he was just one of those people who didn't like to see people acting all couply or act that way themselves in public but Vicky wasn't sure he agreed. "I dunno," he said after I was done explaining. "Maybe he really does have a problem with seeing two guys together." "Yeah but then what about Jen?" Vicky shrugged. "Maybe he thought it would make us do something in front of him?" "I don't think so. Besides, I don't even know if what he wants to talk about has anything to do with us or even me. Maybe he killed someone and needs help hiding the body?" Vicky smiled, but didn't laugh. Eh, wasn't that funny anyway. "Maybe, but other than that has he been acting strange at all?" "No." "Then maybe it does have something to do with us." "Maybe." I shook my head. "We can't really do anything about it now though so I vote we stop talking about Jason while I'm all naked and sticky and watch a movie. Then you put on that crown and fuck me into next week. Ok?" Vicky grinned. "I guess that'd be ok." I threw a pillow at him. "Just shut up and pick a movie." Vicky laughed as he ducked the pillow and jumped off the bed. "Yes, sir!" He saluted. "Smart ass." I shot after him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled knowingly. "You'd know." He turned around to look through his shelf and I stared at the way his shorts hugged his ass he bent over. Yes. Yes I would. ------------------------------- I literally just spent 15 minutes trying to think of something to put here.