Chapter 3
Kyle
“Fuck,” I murmur before blowing warm air on my hands.
I’m waiting for Bren but freezing my ass off, huddled in the corner of the players’ shelter.
The Snakepit—the nickname for the local footy oval—is almost scary at night and I wish Bren would hurry the fuck up.
The moon is barely a sliver, so the only light is from the streetlamps, casting an eerie fog across the field.
I check my watch again: twenty past eleven.
It’s not unusual for Bren to be late and sometimes he doesn’t even turn up at all because of his asshole foster dad.
I used to think my parents were the worst, but since becoming mates—or whatever you want to call it—with Bren this year, I figure I ain’t got it too bad.
Sure, my parents barely know I exist and couldn’t give two shits about any of us kids, but Bren’s foster dad treats him like a fucking dog.
He’s practically a slave in that house and regularly gets the shit beaten out of him.
The old cunt has Bren working for him, moving his product, and Bren’s already had to do time in juvie because of it.
Everyone in the Pines knows about Bruce and Daisy Wilson and why they take in foster kids.
Bren and his sister, Stacey, have been there the longest though, ‘bout eight years now, and it doesn’t seem like they’re ever getting placed elsewhere.
Their parents are both dead. Well, their mum is for sure.
Bren told me she died from an overdose when he was eight and that’s why he never touches the stuff.
I respect that. As for his real dad, no one even knows who he is.
Standing, I pull my hoodie up and look across the oval, straining to see if there’s any sign of Bren approaching. Where the fuck is he? For a second I think I can make out a figure but realise it’s just my eyes playing tricks on me.
I slump back down on the bench seat. If he’s not here by 11:30 I’ll head home. Maybe 11:40. Okay, 11:45 at the latest.
My brother’s the only one who knows the truth about me, and about me and Bren.
Around here, you don’t want anyone to know you’re gay, because you’d have to watch your back 24/7.
I’m only in year eleven so if those year twelve assholes knew, they would jump me at the back of the school and beat me to a pulp.
Not that I’m a pussy or anything, I can hold my own in a fight, but not against a whole gang.
Bren can fight better than anyone I know, and he’s a year older than me, but even he couldn’t hold back four, five, six dudes.
Most people are scared of Bren because he's got a short temper and likes getting into it, but I don’t think people would see him the same if they knew he was gay.
Shit, I don’t think even Bren knows he’s gay.
The school kept him down, so he’s repeating year eleven this year.
That’s how we became mates. I haven’t got a lot of friends because my clothes are second-hand and fucking embarrassing, and when I was younger my mum never looked after me properly.
My clothes would stink because she wouldn’t wash them, and I never got to go on school excursions, or have friends over.
Once I got to high school, I started doing my own laundry, and my older sister and brother helped me with my homework and taught me how to cook.
Things have gotten better, but kids still remember and everyone in town knows my loser parents.
I probably don’t have a chance in hell, even though I’m doing well in school now, but one day I’d like to be a doctor. Stupid fucking dream. But what else do I have to keep me going but my dreams? Anyway, it’s not surprising Bren and I started hanging out. He doesn’t judge me, and he gets it.
The first time something happened between us we were playing footy, and I tackled him. I was just being a smart ass, sitting on him and holding him down, and then his dick got hard. I’ve known I liked boys since I was ten or eleven, but I never imagined someone like Bren could be gay.
We haven’t kissed yet. Every time I try, he finds a way to avoid it, but I think he wants to. He just needs to let himself try it.
I sigh. I want to kiss him so bad. I want to fuck him so bad! But all we’ve done so far is jerk each other off and I’ve sucked him a few times. I think about doing all sorts of things to him.
I don’t really wanna get fucked, that looks painful as hell, but I’d let Bren do it if he didn’t want me to fuck him.
That’s how bad I’ve got it for him. It’s embarrassing really.
I think I’m in love, not that I’d ever tell him.
He’d probably deck me if I said that. He says we’re just mucking around, boys being boys and all that.
But I don’t know any other boys that jerk each other off all the time or sit touching when they watch TV.
What two mates just look at each other even when they’re not talking?
There’s a loud bang on the back of the shelter and I jump to my feet, raising my fists. “Motherfucker!”
Bren’s laughter breaks through the shadows, then his smiling face appears a second later. “You’re a fuckin’ pussy, Davies.”
It’s pretty dark, but I can still make out his features. “You’re a fuckin’ asshole. And you’re late. Been freezin’ my nuts off waitin’ for you.”
“Yeah?” he says, voice dropping low as his eyes slide down my body, stopping on my groin. “We can’t have that now, can we? Want me to warm ‘em back up?”
My body is already responding, but then I notice a cut on Bren’s right cheek. “What happened to your face?” I ask, reaching out to touch the tender-looking skin.
Bren bats my hand away. “It’s nothin’. Bruce threw a fuckin’ fork at my head. Didn’t dodge it in time.”
“Jesus, maybe you should quit school and get a job. Get away from that fucker and get your own place.” For a moment, I think about that.
Me and Bren could share a flat. Have some privacy.
Maybe we could be boyfriends or something.
“You’re seventeen,” I say. “So you’re allowed to. They can’t make you go to school.”
Bren lights up and takes a drag before passing it to me. “Yeah, I know. But I have to pass year eleven to get an apprenticeship. Corey said his uncle would take me on next year.”
“You wanna be a plumber? You know you’ve gotta fix people’s toilets and shit. I mean, you’ll be crawlin’ through like literal shit.” I laugh, passing the smoke back.
“Fuck off. Better than dealin’ drugs and endin’ up in prison.”
I nod. “True. I was just yankin’ your chain anyway.
I think it’s a good idea.” I sit back down on the bench seat, spreading my legs wide.
“Come here,” I say, wanting to get the night back on track.
We’ve got plenty of time to talk tomorrow at school, but not a lot of time to mess around. And it’s coming up on midnight.
Bren takes another drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it.
He studies me, his eyes a mix of desire and unease.
I don’t know why we have to play this game every single time.
I want it. He wants it. So why does he have to resist?
“Come here,” I repeat, a little more forcefully.
“Not your fuckin’ bitch, Davies.”
“Never said you were, but do you want your cock sucked or not?” Truth is, I want him to be mine. There’s been a few girls showing interest in him lately and I think I’ll lose my shit if he gets a girlfriend.
Bren takes a few steps forward so he’s standing between my legs.
I go straight for the button and zip on his jeans, then pull them down to his thighs.
He’s already hard, and I think I can make out a wet spot on his briefs.
My mouth salivates just thinking about tasting him.
“Fuck,” I murmur as I pull his length out, giving him a slow stroke. “You’re so fuckin’ hard.”
Glancing up at Bren, I discover he’s looking around nervously. “Bren, there’s no one around. Just chill.”
“Can’t be sure, Davies. But get yours out too. Wanna see it.”
Standing, I quickly get my jeans and briefs down to my thighs and bring our bodies closer.
I wanna kiss him so fucking bad. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is slightly open, his breath quickening in anticipation.
Would he let me? He looks like he wants it since he’s staring at my mouth.
I wrap my hand around both out lengths and start stroking them together.
I shudder at the sensation. It looks hot too.
“Fuck, Davies, that feels good.” Bren drops his forehead onto my shoulder.
I hesitate for only a moment, then go for it. “Turn around,” I say, trying to sound like I know what I’m doing.
“What?” Bren asks, head snapping up. He looks angry, but there’s something else in his eyes. Something that looks a lot like need.
I repeat, “You heard me, turn around.” I hold my breath, knowing I’m either about to get my ass kicked, or I’m about to finally get something I’ve been desperate for.
Bren slowly turns, without uttering a single word, and my body starts to shake.
My eyes land on his bare skin and I tentatively reach out and place a hand on his hip.
When he doesn’t pull away, I glide my fingertips across the curve of his ass.
Bren shivers, from the cold or my touch I can’t be sure.
Stepping closer, I press myself against him.
“Fuck,” Bren mumbles, still not pulling away.
I slide my hands around him, taking his length in one and slipping my other under his T-shirt and hoodie, seeking out his pecs. As I connect with a nipple and roll the bud between my fingers, I begin to jerk him. “You like that?” I ask, giving the slightest roll of my hips.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” is Bren’s only reply, his head falling back onto my shoulder.
I breathe him in, then rest my lips on the curve of his neck.
It’s not quite a kiss, but it’s close. Tightening my grip and increasing the speed, his body seems to melt against me, completely lost in the pleasure.
I’m painfully hard, and there’s no doubt I could come just from having my dick nestled against his ass.
I slow down again, not wanting this to end.
“Fuck it!” Bren suddenly turns and drops to his knees in front of me.
“What the—” is all I manage to say before Bren takes me into his mouth. “Oh oh oh! Jesus oh fuck!”
Bren hasn’t done this before and he’s a bit uncoordinated and rough, but it feels amazing all the same. My hand sinks into his hair and I try not to thrust. “Look at me,” I say. Bren lifts his eyes to meet mine and holy fuck! The sight is too much, and I know I’m gonna blow.
“Gonna come. Fuck Bren, I’m comin’.” He doesn’t pull off, instead doubling down as I finish in his mouth.
My whole body convulses, and I struggle to remain upright.
As my brain starts to come back online, I look down at Bren.
His eyes are closed, as he makes little satisfied whimpers around my softening dick.
I stroke my fingers through his hair, wishing I could pull him up into my arms and kiss him.
“Bren, that was incredible. It felt so fuckin’ amazin’. Do you want me to do you now?”
His eyes open as he pops off, looking embarassed. “I already…um…I already…”
“You came?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Don’t have to make such a big fuckin’ deal about it, Davies.” Bren redresses, and I move to do the same.
“You were good,” I say, wanting him to know how much I enjoyed it.
“We should probably get goin’. It’s late. I’ll meet you at the back school gate tomorrow. 8:30.” Bren starts to walk away.
“Okay. Hey Bren.” He stops and looks back. “Come here for a minute.”
“What for?”
“Just come here.”
He rolls his eyes but walks back towards me. I pull him into my arms before he can object, and I hold him tight to my chest.
“What the fuck, Davies?”
I ignore him and he doesn’t fight me. For all his macho bullshit I know he wants this. I can feel it, sure and steady in my gut.
“This is fuckin’ gay,” he says but at the same time he circles his arms around my waist.
“Well, I'm gay.”
At that, he pulls away and starts walking in the direction of his house.
“Later Davies,” he yells without a backwards glance.
I watch until I can no longer make out his receding form, then turn in the other direction to head home. One day you’ll be mine Brendan Young. One day.