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November Falls - 14. Chapter 14 - Ember

“Brady… Ember… What the…” Justin thundered surprise.

“Holy shit!” I heard Brady yell clearly shocked which woke me. The mattress bounced from the speed at which Brady leaped from the bed. I sat up just in time to see Brady snatch his clothes from Justin bare-arsed, some distant banging sounds were coming from the hallway like someone was hopping, then I heard the front door slam shut.

“Shit!” I roared, punching the pillow in frustration, “Justin what the hell, man!”

Justin stood in the doorway bewildered, he frowned at me then looked back down the hallway, then again at me, “I… I didn’t know,” he shifted nervously, “I… didn’t think, I came home to… the place looked like a frat party had gone on,” he pointed down the hallway.

“What? Shit! I need to fix this,” I threw the covers off climbing out of bed, I grabbed a pair of boxers out the drawer.

“Sorry Ember,” Justin apologised anxiously, “the kitchen looked like a tornado had gone through it, a chair turned over, coffee spilled everywhere, everything on the buffet is all over the floor. I thought that maybe… then there are clothes all the way from the kitchen,” Justin stopped as the lightbulb actually registered, “Shit Ember, I didn’t know. This wasn’t what I was expecting… your door was open…”

Waving my hand at him dismissively as I searched for some jeans and a tee, “I’m sorry, it’s not your fault, I can’t believe I didn’t shut the door. Dammit,” I stood up from the drawer I was rummaging through, “how am I going to fix this?”

“I dunno mate, probably talking to him would be a start. And when did this all start Ember? I mean you were dead set against even talking to him let alone him working with us?” Justin asked, “How did you get from Brady Fuckin’ Douglass, just the mention of his name you would lose your shit to ending up in bed together?”

“I don’t know Justin…” I really don’t.

“Are you just fooling around Ember, because that’s not a good idea you know that right?” Justin questioned me.

No, we aren’t,” I said emphatically while putting my Levi’s on, “I don’t know Justin, I don’t know what this is, it’s not like we really had a chance to talk.”

“I’ll apologise later, but I promise not to breathe a word of it to anyone. You know I wouldn’t do that,” Justin answered worriedly.

Nodding my head, I finished gathering my clothes, “Thanks, Justin, I know you wouldn’t mate. I don’t know when it all changed, but maybe what you’ve been telling me has finally sunk in, probably should thank you for that, but I have to go and fix this first buddy.”

Justin had moved away from the doorway, “Hey Jus,” I called out, he popped his head around the door frame, “do you know where Brady lives?” he nodded, “Can you text me the address please?”

“Isn’t that where you stayed the other night?” He asked me raising an eyebrow.

I felt my face go red, “Uh… maybe, I can’t be sure… it’s a long story, could you please just text me the address.” How did he know that?

The intention was to have a quick shower, get dressed, go to see Brady. I got into the shower tilting my face up toward the stream, feeling the water flow over me washing away the anxiety of the past few hours. The calming effect brought back the feeling of Brady like it was natural triggering in an instant the playback reel from last night something hit play. Without even thinking my hand went to my rapidly growing cock. I knew now is not the time, but my cock got harder I could feel the desire building in me a radiating heat started in my chest and continued up my neck. A groan escaped calling out his name. All I could do was keep stroking myself, memories of Brady were overwhelming the way he felt in my hands, his lips on mine while our tongues danced. God, his whole body was so responsive, every touch every kiss, I stroked faster to the memory of the sounds he makes. The way he looks when he lets go, my eyes tightly closed as my orgasm ripped through my entire body, “Fuck!” I called out as I came ribbon after ribbon of my release hit the shower floor. Worried I’d collapse, I held the tap as my legs went to rubber. After that climax I could barely breathe, leaning on the cool tiles while I calmed down. I haven’t had an orgasm that strong since… well, last night. I can’t believe I had sex with Brady Douglass. Damn it was hot.

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Justin had texted me the address by the time I got into my car, I input it in the SATNAV to follow the instructions. He only lived on the other side of town so it would only take me fifteen minutes to drive there. I still can’t believe I had sex with Brady Douglass, how the hell did this happen. He came over all blustery and pissy, he looked so relaxed, humble, utterly gorgeous in his casual clothes, with those damn glasses of his. Brady must wear contacts to work, I’ve only seen him wear his glasses a couple of times besides yesterday. He wore them when he came to pick up his car when he first came back to town, his interview, then yesterday. Why don’t I hate him? If this is the real Brady, then why wasn’t he like this at high school. “Why Brady?” I said out loud pensively. I’ve always hated the guy since high school, he just seems so different now. Of course, he’s different, he’s twenty years older, but that’s not it, he’s just different… a nice guy.

Oooh, coffee, I pulled to the side of the road, parking. I hopped out of the car rushing inside. Thankfully, there were only a few people, a young guy behind the counter looked up at me with tired eyes, “Welcome to Barista Kings, what would you like?” he asked lazily not even looking me in the eye.

“Yeah, can I get a macchiato and uh…” I don’t even know how he likes his coffee. He has been in the city for a long time he probably has something… “a chai latte? A couple of Danish pastries,” I told him curtly.

He sighed, “Coming up, that’ll be fifteen-eighty, thanks,” I paid by card, then chucked a couple of dollars in the tip jar, moving around the counter to the pickup side to make room for any other customers that came in.

The interactions Brady and I have had all led to either fighting with him or like Friday, kissing him, or last night… For some reason, I feel a connection with the damn guy, not in a bad way like it used to be. Maybe I have always been attracted to him, but it was overshadowed by all the teenage drama bullshit. I am so freakin’ confused. It is hard to reconcile the asshole I knew in school to the guy I went to bed with yesterday. Something has changed, but I can’t work out what it is, we have not really talked except last night after we had sex and that was not anything of substance, then we fell asleep until this morning. I don’t think I’ve slept that well in a long time.

“Here you go Sir,” A chirpy little blonde haired girl said to me giving me a tray with my two coffees and a bag holding the pastries.

“Thanks,” Grabbing the tray making my way out to the truck then set off to Brady’s.

Maybe if I could just stop randomly kissing Brady, falling into bed with him after an argument, we could actually get to know each other. Pulling up at the house, Brady’s SUV was parked in the driveway. This is not a common part of town that I venture to, the new residential estate. The houses are a little oversized for the small blocks as far as I am concerned. I prefer older homes with character, more significant land block size. These places are built so close together you could probably reach out the window and touch your neighbour's house, hear their conversations even.

Stop stalling Ember, just do it. All of a sudden I feel nervous, why am I here? It is not like we are in a relationship. Do I even want a relationship with Brady? How could this work? Could this work? Shit!

 

Hmm, yep, this is definitely the house I did the walk of shame yesterday. God, I hope his son isn’t home; as if this is not stressful enough, geez, stop over thinking this Ember. Over by the front tap sat a blue and white Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle on the grass shining from a wash down, and a dark red Ford F-250 Raptor parked in front of Brady’s SUV. I wonder who owns that, nice truck, makes mine look like a rusted Tonka toy. I really should get a new truck, I looked back at mine. There is nothing wrong with it mechanically it runs like a dream, but the thing is almost as old as my nephew AJ, it’s starting to show its age, I guess.

Blowing out a nervous breath, holding the coffee and pastries I walked to the front door.

Knock! Knock!

I gently tapped on the door then stepped back, so I wasn’t crowding the entrance. A couple of moments later I was face to face with Cameron dressed in his riding gear, crunching into an apple. Ah! This must be his place. Brady’s brother stepped to the side with his hand indicating for me to come in.

“He’s in the kitchen,” Cameron said to me, I pointed in the direction I thought the kitchen would be. He nodded taking another bite of his apple, “Hey Ember,” Cameron said, I stopped turning toward him expecting him to be an ass, but his eyes made it clear not to hurt his brother, “please take it easy on him. He’s a good guy.”

“I will, don’t worry,” I answered before moving to the kitchen, the two Douglass brothers are nothing like what I remember them to be. It is becoming more evident that I am the only one whose has not changed. Seems I have spent the last twenty years being bitter, insecure, letting my past dictate my future. No wonder I am still alone, the only person who ruined my dream of having the whole family, house, dog thing is me. I just hope I am not too late. Maybe if I get to know Brady properly… could it be him, perhaps… he would want the same things? I doubt that though he has already raised his kids.

The kitchen was what I had expected in a new modern home. The walls are all painted white, kitchen cupboards black along with the granite countertops. The appliances were stainless steel, the place spotless except for a coffee mug upturned on the drying rack. Brady is sitting at the table flipping through a magazine, he had showered, but his face portrayed sadness, his body language withdrawn. I feel like an arse.

“Hey,” I said as I approached Brady, not wanting to startle him.

He looked up from the magazine, his face went bright red, he looked angry. Shit! I closed the distance between us putting the coffees on the table, setting the pastry bag next to them.

“I bring gifts , coffee and pastries, I got you a chai latte if you don’t like that you can have my macchiato. I couldn't remember what coffee you drank,” I offered.

“Thanks, chai latte is perfect.”

“Great,” I said sliding his cup across the table, “I have Danish did you want one.”

“Sure, thank you,” he answered softly.

“Is it alright if I sit?”

He held out his hand to indicate to the chair, “Please,” Brady grabbed the pastry bag looking in, he got up getting plates from the cupboard. He sat back in his seat pulling out a Danish, “you don’t want anything,” he said breaking the tension between us. I waved him off, he could have both. We sat in uncomfortable silence while Brady ate his Danish and drank his coffee, for some reason I didn’t want mine anymore, I just sipped at it.

“Brae, I’m going to take off,” Cameron said from behind me, I turned so I could see him, Cameron zipped up his leather riding jacket, “call if you need me,” Cam gave me a hard stare. Ooh, Scary! I have to stop that, I can not blame Cameron for looking out his brother, he is supposed to.

“Okay, I’ll be fine, thanks, Cam,” Brady told him with a smile, it didn’t quite make it to his eyes.

Cameron pulled his phone from his pocket as it rang, answering while he left the room, “Hey you, I’ll be there in ten.”

The problem with apologies this big is that it is hard to know where to start. I turned back around to face Brady, after I heard the front door close, okay it is time to jump of the cliff.

“I’m sorry about this morning Brady. I forgot Justin was staying with me otherwise I would have made sure the bedroom was shut.”

Brady swallowed while he stared at me, his jaw tightened as he looked away.

“Justin apologised, he said that he said he would call you later. He was just surprised Brady, he also said he would not tell anybody,” I relayed the apology.

“Thanks, November,” Brady said pulling a piece of pastry off tossing it into his mouth, “I’m sorry I took off like that. I was embarrassed.”

“Were you embarrassed because you were caught, or embarrassed by being caught with me?”

Brady stared at his pastry like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I guess that says it all right there, the silence is almost deafening. Standing to leave, I apologised again.

 

“Don’t go,” he muttered quietly.

His eye drew up to me, there is a lot of sadness and pain in his eyes, my stomach dropped, my chest tightened at the thought.

“What is it that you want Brady? I’m more confused than I’ve ever been. I need you to tell me what you want. I’m finding it hard to reconcile the man here now with the guy in high school. You’ve changed, I don’t mean your appearance.” I smiled at him, he looked at me through his long eyelashes, so sexy. Brady stayed silent, so I continued, “It seems the only person that hasn’t changed is me,” I pulled the chair over next to him then sat down. Brady looked at me resting his chin on his shoulder, so he was looking me in the eye, “I have held onto all the hate and anger from twenty years ago, letting it seep into my life holding me back. That’s on me not you, I would like to get to know you Brady, the real you.”

Brady took a shaky breath, “I would really like that November…”

I closed my eyes, “Please call me Ember?”

“Sorry, Ember, I would like to get to know you too.”

“Did you want to spend the day together we could go to the city or the market, something?”

Brady watched me for a moment biting his bottom lip, “I can’t sorry, Novy will be home shortly. How about next weekend sometime?”

“I wish I could, but I’m taking AJ up to Glen Lakes for a motocross, I’ll also have little Ember. Aaron and April are going to a wedding out of town, so I have both of the kids.”

“Shit! I forgot about that, I’m taking Novy too,” Brady grumbled at his lack of memory.

“That’s perfect then, we’ll be able to spend the weekend getting to know each other. Leave it to me, I’ll organise everything. Have you organised your accommodation yet?” I asked with a bit of excitement, things seemed to be looking up.

Brady shook his head no, “We usually just bunk in the back of the bike trailer as it’s usually only for one night.”

“Great, I have a twin room booked because I have the kids. I’ll see if they can put a cot in there since there will be five of us. We’ll sort everything else out when we get there. Do you mind going Friday night after work?”

“No that’s fine,” Brady answered with a small smile, “Just let me know what my half of the cost will be. I’ll reimburse you for half of the room.”

I waved him off, “We can sort it out later,” I stood from my chair, “I know we have a lot to talk about, but I’ll get out of your hair for now. I’ll email you the itinerary when it’s sorted.”

Brady nodded, I squeezed his shoulder as I turned to leave. When I got to halfway through the living room Brady called out, I stopped turning around to see him come through the archway from the kitchen. He walked straight up to me laying his lips on mine, the kiss passionate and possessive, Brady broke the kiss, “I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you Ember, I didn’t mean to imply that. I guess it’s just a lot at the moment,” he waved his hand around, “everything has changed, I’m trying to adjust.”

Grabbing his waist, I pulled him closer, gently kissing him once, twice, three times, “Don’t sweat it,” I whispered. Brady gave me a goofy smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

Yay! It's Friday again. Hope you like the chapter. Thanks to Tony, Rick, and Glenn for all your help with this story.

Have a great weekend everyone. John and Joh.
JT Babbage & Cameron Austin
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I liked Ember's introspection. I do think that most of the problem was Brady being an awful bully in high school. But I also think we are responsible for our own happiness. Ember got on with his life after high school, and became a successful businessman with friends and family. But he did let the past get in the way of romance. I hope that is all about to change. Still really loving Ember and this story! Thanks.

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  On 6/29/2018 at 1:52 PM, FanLit said:

 I’m glad Brady and Ember are working things out, I do want them to be together.  I do however, take exception to anyone warning Ember to be mindful of Brady, as Cameron did before he left;  Brotherly concern notwithstanding, the Douglass brothers were jerks in high school, the worst kind, it appears.  

Twenty years ago, Brady and his cohorts were part of a harassment campaign against November that could have ended very differently. That Ember didn’t commit suicide and is a productive member of society is a testament to his strength but what he went through would inevitably leave scars, as evidenced by his personal life and I feel like that’s being glossed over in Ember and Brady’s road to becoming a couple.

Brady is clearly contrite and everyone deserves a second chance and yes, Ember has to decide to let hatred and bitterness go but the onus of this is more on Brady, I feel.  Brady is lucky he is looking at a legitimate chance at a future with Ember instead of a revenge fuck on Ember’s part.  

I’m hoping next week’s chapter really allows for the in-depth discussion they need to have before they can move forward.

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Sorry to disappoint FanLit it won't happen next chapter but they do have small strides over the coming chapters bit by little bit they deal with the history between them as they try to move their relationship forward and get to know each other.

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  On 6/29/2018 at 3:02 PM, deville said:

It’s a good thing Ember is able to drag himself out of the past , even better that he can admit that a great deal of who he has become is due to his inability to move on...... Brady’s ‘new beginning’ seems to triggering an avalanche of them... because Cameron was definately biking over to meet Justin .. 

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It's about time the man got out of his own way don't you think? Cameron and Justin...I uh... don't know what your talking about. :gikkle:

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  On 6/29/2018 at 3:53 PM, ObicanDecko said:

This was way too short, I want mooooreee!! But seriously, I'm glad the guys are taking it slowly and enjoying their new relationship. Once they get used to it, they could be a nice little family, the two of them and Novy.

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I agree with you about everything. Let's hope it works out that way. Thanks ObicanDecko, it's so nice to have you around again. :hug:

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  On 6/29/2018 at 4:43 PM, 1brokNangel said:

There is only one thing that I hate about this story and that is the chapters are too short, I get to the end and I just want more more more.....1 short chapter a week is just not enough with these 2 hot guys.

And I'm curious as to who Cameron was talking to, was it Justin ? Are they hooking up ?

I foresee a possible sequel starring Justin and Cameron... (HINT HINT) :read:

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:P Sorry about the short chapters, as far as Justin and Cameron go... we'll have to talk John into writing another story first, then we'll have to get approval from @droughtquake he hates my sequels. 

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  On 6/30/2018 at 6:12 AM, JeffreyL said:

I liked Ember's introspection. I do think that most of the problem was Brady being an awful bully in high school. But I also think we are responsible for our own happiness. Ember got on with his life after high school, and became a successful businessman with friends and family. But he did let the past get in the way of romance. I hope that is all about to change. Still really loving Ember and this story! Thanks.

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You're more than welcome JeffreyL, and I concur with your assessment of Ember.

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  On 6/30/2018 at 10:23 AM, Bndmetl said:

 

Sorry to disappoint FanLit it won't happen next chapter but they do have small strides over the coming chapters bit by little bit they deal with the history between them as they try to move their relationship forward and get to know each other.

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As long as their issues are addressed, bit by little bit will work.

I suspect there will be a lot of “sex therapy” in between those strides, 😄.

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  On 6/30/2018 at 10:36 AM, Bndmetl said:

 

:P Sorry about the short chapters, as far as Justin and Cameron go... we'll have to talk John into writing another story first, then we'll have to get approval from @droughtquake he hates my sequels. 

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I didn’t realize I had so much influence!  ;–)

 

  On 6/30/2018 at 10:42 AM, empresslovesreading said:

At least he didn't mention his unmentionables😂

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  On 6/30/2018 at 10:46 AM, Bndmetl said:

 

Oh man, I was just starting to forget. :facepalm:

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This is so easy!

It seems to me that many of your commenters do not realize the restrictions placed on the length of chapters and number of chapters submitted each week by the bosses at GA, Authors frequently have several chapters in reserve, but GA does not permit unlimited posts. I am sure the repeated requests for more and faster (which in this case apply to something different from the usual!) cannot be responded to because of restrictions placed on postings by GA😀 On the other hand, I am sure an author loves to hear them because it means that someone out here in reader land is enjoying his work and that is the only pay an author gets.

To add to my previous comment: this chapter and the preceding sexy one make me think of a storm at sea: the ominous gathering of the clouds on the horizon (in this case, building for 20 years), the onset of the storm with its wind and waves, and the period after the storm abates where the wind and rain has ceased, but the seas are still running high, then the long period where the seas gradually calm and the glory of the setting sun shines on a calm sea.
Wow, isn't that poetic, not my normal acerbic, snarky comments, but expressive of the pleasure these last two chapters have given me. Excellent characterizations, guys; and a continuing source of pleasure in reading and enjoying the creativity of characters that are beyond the usual 15 years of age, suffering through the stresses of 'coming out' to parents for the first time. I look forward to each step along the way in this relationship.


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