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Timothy’s Terrible Prompt Stories - 54. Prompt 543 I think it is time for you and I to have a little talk.
“I think it is time for you and I to have a little talk.”
Rob turned around to grin at his brother, who had walked into his room with a quick rap on the open door. Eric closed it behind him and strode over to perch on the bed next to the older teen.
“Of course, bro. Any time you want; but tell me first, did you have a good time last night?”
“None of your business,” Eric growled.
“That’s not what you told Mom.” Rob pretended to be puzzled, but when Eric punched his leg, he started laughing. “Ohhh,” Rob gushed in an all-too-accurate mimicry of Eric telling their parents about his date with Nelson. “We had this amazing Italian food, and on the way home we met some of Nelson’s friends. Later we watched a movie, and this morning we went to see Carolyn together with Jasper.”
“If you already know what happened, why ask?”
“Those are just the official parts of the date. I’m more interested in the important stuff.”
“I’m not telling you any intimate details,” Eric began and then blushed as Rob leered at him. Yup, he’d more or less admitted to having sex with Nelson.
“You don’t have to tell me where you put your mouth and your dick – well, not unless you wanna talk about it,” Rob said. Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head, and his older brother pouted in pretend disappointment. Before Eric could tell him to find a guy of his own if he wanted to know more, Rob put a hand on his shoulder and turned serious.
“All I want to know is that you’re happy. Did Nelson treat you right? Is he a great boyfriend like you deserve?” Rob sounded unusually sincere as he went on. “Can I trust him to take good care of you?”
For once Eric didn’t feel like strangling his over-protective brother. He understood Rob was genuinely concerned and perhaps he also needed reassuring, so he could go to California for college like he wanted.
“You don’t have to worry, Rob. He loves me and I love him. We’ll take good care of each other for the rest of our lives.” Before Rob could make any mushy faces or noises, Eric winked at him. “As for last night, both of the body parts you mentioned saw lots of use, and that’s all I’m gonna say.”
Rob grinned and held up his hand for a high-five, while Eric obliged him.
“OK, what did you want to talk about if you don’t wanna brag about your boyfriend’s size and abilities in bed?”
“Stop trying to distract me!” Another punch to Rob’s leg was answered by a shove which almost toppled Eric off the bed. Moments later the two blond teens were playfully wrestling each other. As always Rob ended up pinning his brother down.
“You should get Nelson to show you the moves to deal with a stronger opponent, bro. That way you may surprise me next time.”
Rob let him up, and Eric was, as always, grateful for the lack of gloating. He asked Rob once when they were younger, and his then-fifteen-year-old brother had casually explained how only a jerk would rub a loss in, particularly after an uneven match. “'People don’t care if you win, as long as you point out their strengths, or praise 'em for trying.” No wonder his jock brother was popular with his teammates.
Eric’s moment of gratitude and affection quickly ended when Rob smirked and said, “Nah, never mind, any wrestling you do with Nelson will probably only teach you things which would be very dirty tricks to practice on anyone but your sexy boyfriend.”
“Rob! Will you cut it out! Or I’ll tell Trevor I will only run for GSA president if he takes you to the Prom for real.”
“As if that would scare me,” Rob scoffed, but Eric knew he was bluffing.
“I think Trevor quite likes you,” he teased.
“All the more reason not to go on a real date with him. He’s a nice guy, and I don’t wanna break his heart.”
“Aren’t you being a little bit conceited here? One date and a blowjob isn’t gonna make him fall in love.”
Rob raised his eyebrows and there was a short, tense silence. The bottom dropped out of Eric’s stomach and he gulped recalling who Trevor’s last Prom date was. For once he’d been the one to put his foot in his mouth.
Rallying, he changed the subject. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you how you managed to get Mom and Dad to agree to sleepovers with Nelson?”
“Oh, that was easy. I asked them when you had ever done anything rash or stupid. And I told them Nelson was even more sensible and serious, which is why Jasper’s parents never let him do wild stuff unless his best friend agrees to go along. Jazz says it can be annoying, but on the other hand Nelson is usually game once he’s convinced it safe and fun and not too embarrassing.”
“I hope you didn’t tell Mom and Dad the last part.”
“Huh? Oh, right, I see what you mean – no, I kept it simple,” Rob said, and they both chuckled.
“But I bet they weren’t convinced just like that.”
“No, of course not. I had to do some more fast-talking, but my best argument was that it was better to let you stay the night right away, before your relationship got close enough for sex. Dad caught the point immediately and he convinced Mom.”
“Why would it be better? They would never have accepted that argument with you.”
“No, but that’s because I’m an imp-boy, and we all know girls have to be protected from straight horny guys.” Eric grinned at the term Rob had made into family legend when he was seven and had overheard their dad tell his parents their oldest grandson might be a stubborn, impetuous boy, but he meant no harm. Even when he had tied their meek border collie to an old sled because he wanted to yell ‘Mush!’ and pretend he was riding behind a team of dogs towards the North Pole.
Later, his father had explained the danger of trees, to which Rob had calmly said, “I know, Dad, that’s why I jumped out of the sled before it hit the trunk. But why does that make me imp…imp… an imp-boy?” The question, and subsequent puzzled conversation, had the adults laughing once they understood. Especially, because after having impetuous explained to him, Rob had rolled his eyes and told his dad there was nothing wrong with being fast, and sitting down to think was boring.
Eric couldn’t remember the incident, but the story had been retold countless times, and the term imp-boy stuck to Rob for years. Every time he pulled another silly stunt, whether he got away with it or not, their Dad would sigh and mutter ‘Imp-boy strikes again.’
“Are you saying you convinced them horny gay guys won’t do anything rash?”
“Are you admitting to being a horny gay guy?”
“I’m gay, I’m fifteen and I have a sexy boyfriend. Any more stupid questions?”
“Good point. Anyway, I told them you were less likely to rush into things when you had only just started dating. If they made you wait, you would probably go the full monty the moment they agreed, or else find another way to make it happen. You know, forbidden fruit and all that. Like Dad said: If sleepovers are regular and common-place, it won’t be such a big deal later.”
“I still can’t believe they bought it. But I have to admit, I’m awfully pleased they did.”
“Well, you better be able to honor my promise about staying a virgin till after the Prom.”
“What?!” Eric’s shout of outrage had Rob grinning like he was demented.
“Yeah, Mom tried to opt for Senior Prom, but I think she knows that’s crap.”
“Fucking Hell, Rob, how could you discuss this with them? It’s gonna be so awkward going to the Prom. You know Mom will insist on photos, and how can I stand there with Nelson knowing she knows what we’re planning.”
“Come on, bro, you know I’ve saved you a fucking uncomfortable conversation. All you have to do is pretend you know nothing about it. You know the rents will do the same, ‘cause they don’t wanna think about their precious baby having sex. Same as we ignore the fact parents do too.” They both did an Eewww face and Eric shuddered.
“Perish the thought. It’s bad enough knowing what you do.”
“Perish…only you would say something like that, bro.” Rob rolled his eyes. “All those books are making your brains addled.”
“Nelson doesn’t think so. He likes the fact I read a lot.”
“I see. Is this the way it’s gonna be from now on? The sun shines from your boyfriend’s ass and your brother’s opinion is worth shit?”
“Well, Nelson has a very nice ass. You said so yourself, remember?”
“Yeah, but you the one who are planning to put your dick where the sun doesn’t shine.”
The Perry brothers stared at each other, trying to be the last one to crack. When Rob’s mouth began to twitch, Eric knew he’d won. Moments later they were holding on to each other and howling with laughter.
Just before he let go, after they finally quieted down, Eric quietly told his brother, “I love you, Rob, and I’ll always respect your opinion.”
“I know, Eric, and I love you too. I’m proud to be your wingman, any time.”
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