Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 08:46:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com> Subject: Under Pressure 13 DISCLAIMER: Let's see: 1. If it's illegal - don't. 2. If you can't accept it - don't. 3. If you're underage - don't. That about covers it. Sometimes reality sucks. But, it's what you make of it. A few of you have said how much David's home life sucks. Keep in mind, it's kind of written from David's viewpoint. As I've said before, the way he deals with his own perceived reality, makes him who he is. And with that out of the way.... Here is Chapter 13.... Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 12 Both boys settled under the covers, Kelly on one side of the bed, David on the other. Soon the only sound was the soft, deep breathing of the two boys. They were sound asleep when Dale, on his way back from the bathroom, looked in on them. Smiling as he noticed them laying back to back against each other, he figured that his explanation to Kelly had settled both boys down enough that they could sleep. Quietly closing the door, he went back to bed. UNDER PRESSURE 13 - Pink Floyd Redux Pressure. Building. Almost painful. David's eyes snapped open. No light from the window, still night. 3:30 AM. Pee! Now! Quickly sliding from underneath the blankets (blankets?) away from the warm body lying next to him (warm body?), David almost ran to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, snatches of thoughts came into his mind. The ore pits, and what went on there, the stupid argument, then, did he and Kelly actually kiss each other's butts and dicks? Oh man, this whole weekend was great, almost like a dream. Weird. So what now? What they had done wasn't....normal. But it WAS fun, and it felt great, and he and Kelly were even closer now. Slipping his relieved member back inside his briefs, he wandered back to the bedroom. Did he care if it was normal or not? David shrugged. The only thing he knew for sure was that no one could find out. But even that had been ruined, Dale knew. He said he wasn't going to tell anyone, but he KNEW. Reaching Kelly's bedroom, he stood between the bed and sleeping bag. Bed? Bag? Not sure how Kelly's family would react, he chose the bag. Sliding inside the cold cocoon, he immediately felt a twinge of loss over making this choice. But it was safer. Pressure. Building. Painfully settling in his crotch. Groaning he opened one eye, to be met with the smiling face of Kelly grinning into his own grumpy one. Kelly was sitting over his hips still inside the bag, effectively trapping him there. "Gooooood morning, sunshine," Kelly giggled. "Ugh, move goob, or you'll break it again," David half-moaned, slightly thrusting his hips. Kelly giggled again (how could ANYONE be so daggone cheerful in the morning?) and slid a little higher, onto David's stomach. "I thought we got that clear?" "Yeah, we did, but you sure have a bony butt." Still grinning, Kelly answered, "Didn't have a problem with that last night." David finally opened the other eye, "Neither did you." "Nope, so how come you're down here?" "Got up to go to the bathroom, and just thought it wouldn't be a good idea to have anyone catch us in bed together." Kelly started to gently bounce on David's stomach. "You didn't need to, we've slept in the same bed before." "Yeah, but..." "Ohhhhhh," David said, his smile fading a little, "you worry too much." Sighing at his friend's seeming lack of concern, he closed both eyes again. "Dave, it's cool ok? I mean I'm cool with it all. Don't worry about it." "Well right now, the only thing I'm worried about is you pushing my stomach out of my throat." Getting off of David, Kelly walked over to the bedroom door and locked it. Then he came back, spread himself face-down on David's sleeping bag, and looked seriously at David, who had managed to open both eyes. "Are YOU cool with it?" "I think so," answered David, "like you said, I think too much. I don't want to be queer, ya know? They get beat up and stuff." "Well, does anyone know what we're doing?" "Dale," came the sullen reply. "He just thinks we jacked off together, that's all." Surprised, David asked, "That's all? I thought he knew everything?" "Well, he doesn't know we do it to each other, and what we did last night, so see? He doesn't know everything, and we won't tell anyone either." "Ok, as long as we promise not to." Kelly held up his little finger and spit on it, "Pinky swear." Extricating his hand from the bag, he responded in kind, and the boys hooked their fingers together and squeezed. Promise sealed, David felt a lot better. He finally cracked a grin and said, "What's for breakfast?" Well, it's Sunday goob, Mom and Dad went to church and Mike and Dale are probably still asleep, it's only 8:30." "8:30, you woke me up at 8:30?" "Shhhhhh," laughed Kelly quietly, "I let you sleep in. I've been up since like 7." David groaned, "7? Jeeez, what have you done for the last hour and a half?" "Took a shower, read a little, and, did you know that you make funny faces when you sleep?" Laughing, Kelly jumped off of the sleeping bag and dove under his blankets. Still groggy, David dragged himself out of the bag and walked to the bed, "Yeah, but at least I don't have a funny face when I'm awake." Sitting down on the bed, with an overly dramatic sigh he threw himself back on Kelly's blanket covered form. "Ooof, that's my stomach, goob," came the muffled complaint. "Poor baby," snickered David, slowly waking up. "Maybe this will help." Still holding Kelly down with his back, he reached up and dug his fingers into Kelly's side. Jerking up, the blankets covering his face falling away, he growled, "You're gonna pay." Not wanting to release the upper hand, David turned over, now cross ways stomach to stomach with his partially covered adversary. Moving himself so he was completely covering the boy under him, he started randomly jabbing his fingers into Kelly's sides and armpits. Writhing underneath, trapped by both the blankets and his friend, Kelly was losing this battle. David, enjoying the advantageous position continued his attack. Kelly was giggling, he wasn't as ticklish as David, then said, "You are so dead when I get out of here." "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure," David answered, "IF you get out." The boys play wrestled for a few more minutes, before David rolled off his friend onto his side, smiling at Kelly. "Victorious again." "No way, I didn't give," challenged Kelly. "No, but I have to go to the bathroom, and what would your mom think if she had to change your sheets?" David laughed. Scrunching his face, "Ewwww, you better hadn't." Getting up off the bed, David turned back, and saw his target. Quickly reaching down, he grabbed hold of Kelly's crotch, noticing the hardness under the blanket, gave a short squeeze, and semi-whispered, "Give?" "Ahhhhh, yeah, for now." David giggled and went down the hall, relieving himself, and performing the normal morning duties, the panic of last night and this morning soon faded to a memory. Then, hearing the elder Sites opening the front door, he went back to the bedroom, announcing, "Your mom and dad are back." Then started pulling on a pair of shorts and the normal t- shirt. "I still owe you," threatened Kelly. "Yeah, yeah, all talk, no action," laughed David. Kelly threw the blankets back, ready to attack, but David stuck out his tongue, opened the door and rushed downstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Sites, still in their 'Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes', were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "Morning, David," Mr. Sites smiled, "where's your partner in crime?" "Still up there," David gestured. "Well, there's cereal and milk for breakfast, help yourself." As he was pouring his cereal, Kelly came into the kitchen and sat down at the table, "That looks good, Dave, pour me one too." "You can get your own breakfast, Kelly. David's a guest, you should be getting HIS breakfast," smiled Mrs. Sites. "S'ok, no problem," answered David. Pouring a bowl of cereal, he 'conveniently' forgot the milk on Kelly's. Sitting down, he slid Kelly's bowl to him, grinning. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Kelly groused. "You said to pour you a bowl of cereal, didn't say anything about milk." "You are such a pain," Kelly said getting up to pour the milk on his cereal. Grinning at the boys' antics, Mr. Sites asked, "So what are you guys doing today?" "Dunno," answered Kelly through a mouthful of cereal, "maybe just hang around. What time do you have to go, Dave?" "Mom said she'd pick me up about 1:00." "That early?" "Yeah, dad wants me to mow the grass, and I get to use the riding mower," David answered. "That's cool, I guess." The rest of the morning and early afternoon passed uneventfully. David got his stuff together, including the clothes Mrs. Sites had laundered, and the boys spent the rest of the time chatting about normal 11-year-old things. Then a thought came to David, "Hey mom says I can have some friends over for my birthday, wanna come?" "Sure, sounds good to me." The boys chatted about what they wanted for their birthdays and soon David's mom came up the stairs, telling him it was time to head home. David smacked Kelly's arm and said, "Later, I had a real good time." "Yeah, me too," Kelly grinned. After saying his goodbyes and thank you's to the Sites', David suffered the typical 20 questions from his mom on the way home, "Did you have a good time? What did you do?" Still in a relatively good mood, David answered good-naturedly, filling her in on MOST of the weekend activities. When he arrived home his dad had the riding mower ready for him. He rushed inside to change clothes, excited about finally having the chance to ride mow the grass. His dad had done the trimming earlier and, anticipating what could be a problem, trimmed around the obstacles a little wider than usual. David settled into the seat as his dad went over the controls and gears, then told his grinning son to start it up and get busy. David didn't do too badly, he was kind of distracted by his dad watching him, but his first experience was pretty good. His cut lines weren't exactly straight they way his dad's were, but his dad didn't seem to mind. Finishing up, he parked the mower on the carport, shut it off, leapt off the seat and hugged his dad. "Thanks, that was so cool!" Half-smiling, his dad answered the hug by putting his hand on David's shoulder and giving a squeeze. "Next time, you're on your own." By the time the lawn was finished, David had only been allowed to mow in first gear, it was supper time. Hamburgers and french fries disappeared off David's plate and when he was full, he realized something. "Where's Lynn?" "She's over at Lori's," answered his mom. "She complained all the way home Friday night about how she never got to do anything like spend the night, so I let her go to Lori's last night. She'll be back later this evening." David showered, and was reading in his room when Lynn returned from next door. She made her way almost immediately to David's door and asked, "Did you have fun with my boyfriend? You know Lori thinks he's cute too." Not looking away from his book, David replied, "He's doing fine, but he's not your boyfriend, so just drop it." Still engrossed in his reading, David didn't notice that Lynn had entered his room until she hit him hard on the arm, "He IS my boyfriend, so shut up." "Look he doesn't like you, so get out of my room," David hissed, pushing her away. "MOM! David hit me!" "David, quit hitting your sister," came the voice of his mom from the living room, "and Lynn, put your dirty clothes in the hamper and get cleaned up." David was livid. He ALWAYS got in trouble with Lynn, even when he didn't do anything. They ALWAYS took her side. He was tired of it. Not wondering why he suddenly had the guts to do so, he walked out to the living room. "I didn't hit her, she came into my room and was being a pain. I pushed her, but I didn't hit." Not looking away from the TV, his mom replied, "David, you're the oldest. You need to give your sister better treatment, she's only 7." "You always take her side," David mumbled, defeated. He looked over to his dad for help, but he was asleep on the sofa. No help was coming from that corner, "as if it would have anyway," he thought. "What did you say?" he mom questioned, a note of anger creeping into her voice. Her eyes boring into his, she ordered, "Out with it." "Noth...," David started, then once again turning to face her, he asked, "Why do you always take her side?" If he was going to get in trouble, then might as well make it worthwhile. "David, she's 7, you're almost 12, it would help if you, being her big brother, would 'take her side' once in a while. We're tired of the fighting, you need to grow up and put up with it and realize her age." "What age? 2?" David snorted. Moving quickly, his mom swung her hand, smacking David's cheek, "Don't you use that tone of voice with me. You're lucky your dad's asleep, he'd give you a whipping if he heard that. Now get back to your room, I don't want to hear another word." With tears in his eyes, and a stinging cheek, David woodenly went to his room. Ignoring Lynn's grin as she came out of the bathroom, he turned off the light, closed his door as far as he could get away with, and got into bed. "It's not fair," he thought. As he laid there, sniffling a little, he came to a realization. It was him, only him, and if they wanted to take sides, then let them. If they wanted him to 'grow up', he would. He could take care of himself. Building walls takes energy, and as the wall went up, David drifted into sleep. ****************************************************************************** No sex, I know...but it was Chapter 13 and I'm superstitious :-). And things start to change with our 'hero'. LOL Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com AIM and Yahoo: fupduckmd Fup