Gabe
Jason cracks open a Budweiser as I settle in a lawn chair next to him in the backyard. The sun has just dipped below the horizon, but the world is still visibly lit. The tree I like to draw sways in the breeze, and I sigh with relief that it’s actually a nice temperature for once.
“This is good,” Jason says before chugging some beer.
“Yeah,” I reply.
I’ve kept my promise—I speak to Jason. Ever since my diatribe after his fight, the words flow, but only with him. With Jason, I can just let go. I’m pulled back to a time before it all happened, and I can just be.
“How was work?” he asks.
“Not bad.”
“Cool.”
I sit for a moment more, twiddling my thumbs as Jason drinks more beer and leans back in his chair.
“Did you meet with Tobias today?” I ask.
“Yeah,” is all he says in response.
“And?”
Jason takes another sip of his beer. “He wants me in the theft vertical.”
My heart sinks into my stomach. “Is…is that dangerous?”
He shrugs, not making eye contact with me.
“W-when does he want you to start?” I ask.
“Monday.”
That queasy feeling in my stomach intensifies. “Like…you start stealing stuff on Monday?”
“I start training on Monday.” He looks at me, then nudges my arm. “Don’t worry about it, alright?”
“Just be careful,” I urge softly.
“Always.”
We sit in silence, and my heart rate accelerates as I think about him breaking into homes or banks or whatever.
I take a breath, fully prepared to tell him how much I hate this, but I stop myself.
Jason wants this—he literally fought for it.
And I have to accept that.
But I can also help.
“Want to go to the Kitty Cat Club with Felix and Torren on Friday?” I blurt out.
He stops drinking his beer, and his eyes slowly pan to me. “For what?” he asks.
“T-to have fun,” I stutter.
“Fun? Are we all gonna fuck?” he asks in disbelief.
“No! Why would you ask that?”
“It’s a sex club.”
I roll my eyes. “There’s also a bar. We’ll have drinks and chill.”
“Torren chills?” he asks.
I don’t know if chill is the word I’d use. “He lightens up when he’s had a few drinks, and Felix is hilarious. I really like him.”
His eyes narrow. “You do, huh?”
The tone is pointed, to say the least. “You’ll like him, too,” I add.
He folds his arms across his chest. “I will, huh?”
His eyes bore into me, narrow and suspicious. “What?” I ask.
“I don’t believe for a second this is some random hey-let’s-hang-with-your-friends bullshit. I think you have a plan that you’re not telling me about.”
“I have no plan.” He looks at me incredulously, and my face heats up. “Look, just do this, alright?”
“No.”
“Asshole!”
“Tell me the real reason, and maybe I’ll go.”
I groan, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Fine. Everyone will be there. Okay? The whole gang, and I want them to see you with Torren, so they leave you alone.”
“I knew it! I told you before—”
“Jason, this is a good thing to do. I’m sure of that.”
“No! I won’t. I won’t let Torren scare people into respecting me. I’m gonna make a name for myself—”
“You can still do that—”
“Without your best bud scaring everyone into doing it—”
“It won’t be like that,” I argue.
“The fuck it wo—”
“I’m not asking you to do this,” I exclaim with a stomp of my foot. “I’m telling you. You’re going out with the three of us on Friday, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. So, stop bitching and get over it.”
Silence.
He looks at me wide-eyed, then smirks. “You know, for being silent for two years, you sure found your sass real quick.”
A surprised laugh escapes me. “Shut up,” I mumble.
“Is this the door we’ve opened? You sassing me all the time? I think I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”
I grab the beer can out of his hand and splash him with it.
“What the—”
“You love that I’m talking again.”
“My beer!”
“Fuck your beer!”
He rises from his chair, wiping the beer off his beater. “You’re gonna get it,” he warns. The beer landed on his chest, highlighting his muscles perfectly.
Desire takes over, and I leap out of my chair and push him over. “Not if you can’t catch me!”
I dart into the woods, and he screams, “Fucker! That’s it—”
I look back and see him on his feet, huffing and puffing to catch me.
“Come on, slowpoke! Where’s that HellCats speed?” I yell.
“You know I’m faster than you,” he screams behind me.
I look over my shoulder and yell, “Says the guy trailing behind.”
“Not for long, bitch!”
He picks up speed, and I squeal like a pig and run faster. I hear him laugh at my shriek, and I tell him to fuck off as we race deeper into the woods.
“You’re never gonna get me,” I holler.
“Wanna bet?” he barks back.
I hear his heaving breaths closing in on me, and I can feel my end is nearing.
Damn, those long legs.
“No,” I shout, right before he tackles me to the ground and kneads his knuckles into my thigh.
“OW! STOP THAT! I HATE THAT!”
“I know you do,” he rasps through his laughter. “You always hated this move when we wrestled.”
“NOT THE KNUCKLES,” I beg through my own laughter. “Please!”
“Say uncle,” he orders.
“No!”
“Say it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“You’re not my uncle, you’re my STEPbrO,” I clap back.
“Ugh, don’t say that!” He flips me onto my back and starts twisting my nipples.
“Fine,” I shout through the pain. “I’ll call you butt-bro! How’s that?”
His laughter fills the forest. I knew that would do it—it’s the kind of brain-rot humor Jason loves.
He stops torturing me and bites his lower lip. “Butt-bro, huh?”
“Yeah,” I say defiantly, knowing he won't be able to resist the challenge.
“You wanna be butt-bros? Want me to show you how that goes?”
Excitement rushes through me, warm and tingly. “You won’t show me shit, you fuckin’ pussy.”
His eyes are huge, and his mouth is O-shaped. “Oh, that’s it!”
He rips my shirt down the middle. “Whoa,” I gasp.
“I’m tearing these clothes to pieces,” he grits out. “You’re walking back to that trailer naked, and everyone will know that you’re my butt-bro.”
“Not if I don’t let you,” I say, with a wicked grin.
“Ohhh, that does it.”
He flips me onto my stomach, presses his knee against my butt to hold me still, then tears the leg of my cut-off jean shorts all the way up to the seat of my pants.
“Holy shit,” I rasp as my cock hardens.
His hand lands hard on my ass. “See that? What did I tell you?”
“You won’t do it. You won’t get me naked.”
“Wanna bet?” he asks.
He rips the jeans across my ass, then tears it down the other pant leg, before pulling down my boxers and exposing my ass completely. He takes a cheek in his hand and squeezes it. “Nice ass, bro.” He bites into it, and I moan.
“Hmm, see? You like it, don’t you? You like it when your bro plays with your ass.”
I can’t speak—I’m just lying on the forest floor, moaning as Jason does whatever he wants with me.
He picks me up by my arms and pushes me against a tree. “Stick out that ass,” he orders.
I do, and he spreads my cheeks and spits on my asshole. “Look at that hole. That’s mine, isn’t it? Say it’s mine.”
All I can do is whimper as I hug the tree and listen to the filthy things he’s saying.
He slaps my ass. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I gasp.
“You slut—gave it up so easily.”
“Fuck you,” I spit back at him.
He stands and says, “Look at me, and open your mouth.”
I do, and he spits in it. My eyes roll back, and I growl while lightly punching his chest. “Do it, fucker. Be a man and breed me. Or can’t you do it?”
He sneers, his hand wrapping around my neck as he pulls his cock out of his pants and slaps it against my ass.
“You want this? You want your bro’s big cock in your tight butt?” he asks while pushing the head against me.
“Fuck yeah. Do it.” I can barely get the words out with his hand around my neck.
He releases my throat, and I look over my shoulder to find him pulling lube out of his pocket. “Where’d you get that?” I ask.
He shoots me a look, then says, “A fuckin’ store. Shut up and spread your ass open for me, slut.”
I do, because I’m loving every moment of this.
“You need a rough fucking, and I’m gonna give it to you.”
He drops to his knees again and drives his tongue into my ass.
“Fuck, I love when you eat me out.”
He spits on my ass again and massages my rim. “I know you do. You’re such a little bottom-boy—loving when your bro eats your hole like it’s a fucking meal.”
Jason licks along the crease of my ass, releasing a moan from the depths of my lungs.
“Listen to you,” he croons. “Moaning like a little bitch while I eat you out. You gonna give it up for me?” He licks my ass again. “You gonna let me have it?”
“Fuck me,” I beg pathetically. “Please.”
He stands and pours some lube onto his cock before lining it up to my hole.
“Jesus Christ,” I yell as it breaches the first ring of muscle.
I hug the tree, mewling as he slides deeper inside me.
“That’s it,” he says. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…that’s it,” I say with a sigh.
“You gonna be good now? You gonna be nice and not boss me around?”
“No.”
“Ha!” He goes all the way in, then whispers. “Good answer.”
I turn to face him, and his smile is just…everything. We stay just like that, looking at each other while my hole adjusts.
He wraps his arms around my torso and whispers, “You feel so good.”
I kiss him, savoring the taste of Budweiser on his tongue.
“It’s yours,” I reply. “Use it.”
He starts slowly pumping my ass, hitting the deepest part of me. His cock is so thick and long, and it hits every spot. “You drive me crazy,” he whispers.
He develops a rhythm, fucking me like an expert, his shaft gliding over my prostate while the cock head drives deeper into me. “Ungggg—You’re still coming—unggg—to the Kitty Cat Club.”
“Fine,” he croaks. “I’ll do it for you.”
He hugs me tighter, and I close my eyes and let those words wash over me like a soothing balm.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur. “Don’t—”
Jason thrusts harder, faster, his body making clapping noises as it pounds against me. He cries out with a shudder, and I grip the tree tighter and relish this moment, knowing he’s coming in me.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his thrusting slows.
Jason relaxes on me and kisses along the nape of my neck. “Your turn,” he coos.
He slowly pulls out, then turns me so my back is against the tree and drops to his knees.
“I love sucking your cock, Gabe.”
“I love it, too.”
He grips the shaft and drags his tongue along the head of my dick. “I’m pretty good at it, too,” he says in his cocky way.
“You are,” I assure him while running my fingers through his hair. “That’s because you have a big mouth.”
“HA!” He licks the tip of my dick with a devilish look in his eyes. “That was a good one.”
I chuckle, but then his expression turns serious. “Gabe, I was kidding before.”
I pause, trying to catch up. “Huh?”
“When I said I liked it better when you didn’t talk. I was just joking—fucking around, you know?”
My heart is kicking against my ribs right now.
“I knew it was a joke,” I say with a smile.
He relaxes, then swallows my cock to the back of his throat.
My head leans against the tree, and I look up to the sky that’s growing darker by the second.
“You taste so good,” he croaks before pushing me to the back of his throat, letting the soft palate of his mouth massage my cock head.
“Finger me,” I whine. He slides his hand between my legs and massages my rim. “Slide it in.”
Jason does, his finger curling and massaging that special spot.
My breath hitches as he picks up speed, sucking me with fervor and finger-fucking me.
“I–I’m gon—”
He grips my cock and strokes it while my release lands on his tongue. I look down to see his eyes rolling back as cum covers his tongue and lips.
He gives my cock a little tug, lapping up the last of my release, then licks it off his lips.
“So good,” he says, low and soft.
“Kiss me.”
He stands and slants his lips with mine, letting me taste the salty cum still lingering in his mouth.
“That was wild,” he says between kisses.
I kiss him some more, sighing as we hold each other, until I realize...
“How am I going to get home?” I ask. “You tore my clothes to pieces.”
He takes off his beater and slides it over my head. It’s long enough that it covers my ass because he’s taller than me.
“There,” he says. “Though, I should make you walk home naked for making me do this Kitty Cat Club thing.”
“Shut up,” I tell him.
He zips his pants, then wraps his arm around my shoulders.
“Let’s head back,” he says.
He keeps his arm wrapped around me as we walk back to the trailer just as the first few stars twinkle in the navy blue sky.