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Bloodlines - 41. Chapter 41
December 23, 1998
“You cool with being here for Christmas?” Wade asked me as we lay side by side, panting and trying to catch our breath. Every time we fucked it got better, every time he let himself go just a little bit more.
“Hell yeah! Last thing I want to do is go back to Cleveland and be with those assholes,” I said. I'd gotten more and more pissed off at my parents, as Christmas got closer. “What about you?”
“There is nowhere else I'd rather be,” he said, and rolled over so he curled up against me in my favorite position. I felt his mouth on my neck, kissing me gently. “So what do you want to do today?”
“Eat, work out, and fuck,” I said, making him laugh.
“Sounds good to me. When does everyone get in?” he asked.
“I don't know. Tonight or tomorrow,” I told him. “Why, you still want to fuck around with Lou?”
“You're all I need,” he said.
“Dude, I love you so much it fucking hurts,” I told him. “But those guys are a fucking blast. Nothing wrong with spicing things up.”
“I haven't been with, well, with anyone except you and...” his voice trailed off.
“Don't go back there,” I said, pulling him back with me. “I think you'd have fun playing with those guys, but only if you want to.”
“Which guy?” he asked.
“Well, it depends on what you want to do. If you want to get fucked, then Cody or Lou. Cody thinks you're hot.”
He sat up and looked at me, a cute grin. “Cody thinks I'm hot?”
“Yep. He told me that of all the guys on the team, you'd be the one he'd do,” I said.
“What about Max?” he asked.
“Max is a sweetheart. Probably the nicest guy you'll ever meet, except maybe for Robbie. And he's a total bottom. That man loves a dick in his ass,” I said.
“I can do that,” Wade said, cracking me up. “So have you been with them, I mean with two of them, at the same time?”
“Yeah. And it's awesome. When Cody gets here, I'll show you how fun it can be. I think you'll like it,” I said.
“As long as you're there, I know I will,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me again. If we would have talked about this just a few days ago, I would have been a little apprehensive, but not now. We had bonded. We were so tight it was scary. I didn't worry about losing him; I didn't question his feelings for me at all. It was Nirvana.
Hunger forced us out of bed, and then we went down to work out. Cole was down there, and that just made it more intense. When we worked out together, there was the competitive edge that asserted itself, each of us pushing ourselves harder to beat out the others. It made for an extreme workout and some sore muscles. We'd gotten our shopping and wrapping done, we had no schoolwork to do, so after that, we just showered and went back to bed.
There was a surprise waiting for us at dinner. Cody was there. “Hey!” I said, and made him get up and give me a hug. I planted a major kiss on him, tongue and everything, which made him nervous since Wade was there. Wade just smiled and shook his head. “So what brings you to town early?”
“Max was supposed to be here tonight, but he got delayed,” he said glumly. I raised an eyebrow and he frowned.
“Isn't this about the time you're supposed to start pushing him away?” I teased, really pissing him off.
He got control of himself before he told me to fuck off. “Nope. Not Max.”
“Well it is already a wonderful holiday, with these strapping young men around,” Stef said. He was such a flirt.
“It is a shame you have grown too old and slow to catch them,” Isidore teased. He gave her a dirty look, but she just giggled.
“So I was wondering if you'd like to spend some time with us after dinner?” I asked. Cody looked at me, surprised, and then looked over at Wade, whose face began turning red amazingly fast.
But Cody was a pro at this. “I'd really like that a lot, as long as that's OK with you Wade?”
“Yeah,” Wade managed to stammer. Cole and I cracked up. It was rare to see Wade so off his game, and even rarer to see him speechless.
“So what did you have in mind Wade?” Cody teased. “You want to play Scrabble?”
I'd have thought Cody was piling on, but he had Wade figured out. He had teased him and that pushed Wade out of his daze. “That will work. Scrabble, naked. Wait till you see what I do with the tiles.” Cody laughed with him, turning his considerable charm on and just blowing Wade away. It was really cute.
After dinner, I took my bong out on the patio and we smoked out of that instead of smoking a joint. We got really stoned, and then headed off to my room. Cody managed to pull me aside before we got there.
“Dude, are you sure about this? This guy is really important to you. I don't want to fuck that up,” he said.
I looked around to make sure no one was listening. “He was in an abusive relationship. He's been trying to cut loose, to let himself go. He's been doing amazingly well, but I thought this might help him. And he wants to,” I said. “And so do I.” Cody grabbed my ass as we headed to my room. Wade was already in there, looking nervous as hell.
I walked up and kissed him, feeling him wrap his arms around me. Cody moved up behind him and started kissing his neck. “God, Wade, you are so fucking sexy. I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you.” Wade moaned and pushed his ass back into Cody, not missing a beat while he kissed me. We slowly undressed Wade, making him our focus.
Cody dropped down and spread Wade's cheeks apart, then dove in with his mouth. It was so cool to feel Wade's reaction through his lips. It was amazing, the way he was so into it. Cody stopped and moved back up, and he and I wrapped our arms around each other, smashing Wade in between us. We let go and left him standing there, his dick throbbing, while we undressed for him.
As soon as he saw Cody's perfect cock, he was on his knees, begging to blow him. Cody pushed his dick into Wade's mouth, then pulled it out and slapped the sides of his face with it. All that gave me a golden opportunity. I lubed my cock and moved it up to Wade’s hole and just glided right in.
“That's right Matt, fuck him, loosen him up, then I want a turn,” Cody growled. I started really fucking him, but he went into that trance thing. Cody looked at me, worried, and I just nodded. I pulled Wade up and squeezed his nipples, pulling them away from his chest. He squealed then moaned. I saw Cody strapping on a condom, so I pulled out of Wade's ass and spun him around.
Our lips met again, his were fluttering he was so wound up, and I started making out with him while Cody pushed into Wade. Wade's lips froze when Cody's big dick stretched out his ring, and he pulled away from me to bite his lip, dealing with the pain. It didn't last long, in no time at all Cody had him more fired up than ever. More lube, this time for Wade's dick, and I turned around and pushed back into him. Now he was in me, and Cody was in him. Cody was in charge, setting the pace, pounding Wade's ass and squeezing his nipples at the same time. It was so awesome to see Wade so unhinged, so totally letting himself go. Then he came. I felt him throbbing inside me, felt him wrap his arms around me and scream really loudly as he blew his load. Cody and I both stopped moving, letting Wade move into me or toward Cody, milking his orgasm for as long as possible. When he was done blowing, he collapsed onto me until Cody pulled out, then he let himself fall onto the bed on his back, spread-eagled, with a huge smile on his face.
I leaned down to kiss him, gently until he got his wind back, while Cody moved up to fuck me. I felt that familiar cock thrust into me and it turned me into a moaning whore like it always did. Then Cody did that thing he does, where he reached down, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me upright, thrusting up into my ass so hard he was lifting my knees off the bed. Wade got the hint and moved up to suck my dick.
“I'm gonna cum, Matt,” I heard Cody growl, his voice so deep and masculine. “I'm gonna blast my load in your ass.” That did it, that tripped my switch, and I shot right with him, flooding poor Wade, who knelt there trying to swallow as fast as I shot. After we came, we all collapsed on the bed, catching our breath, then I lay on my back and pulled Wade to me, in that position I loved. Cody moved up behind him, spooning with him, and he just sighed contentedly.
“I should head to my room,” Cody said.
“Please stay,” Wade said. I grinned at Cody and he smiled back, then he wrapped himself around Wade and drifted off to sleep. I lay there in bed with these two men that I loved, deciding that Cleveland and my parents could just go fuck themselves. I was happy as hell. This was my home now.
December 24, 1998
I woke up with Wade and Cody still curled up with me. We all must have been pretty tired. That fuck last night had totally blown my mind. I was so satisfied I wondered if I'd even have a morning hard-on. I did, but it was still awesome. I opened my eyes and looked up to see a familiar blond-headed guy looking at me. “Max!” I said. That woke both Cody and Wade up. Cody got up and gave him a big hug and a long kiss, then started undressing him.
“What are you doing?” Max demanded.
“We're gonna take your clothes off, lay your ass on that bed, and welcome you to Palo Alto with one long fuck,” Cody said. Max's eyes sparkled and he started helping us take off his clothes. He lay down on the bed and Cody lay with him, kissing him, his lips, his face, his neck. “One of you fuck him,” he ordered. I winked at Wade and got up, put on a condom, and lubed Max well. I had the thinnest dick, so it made sense that I'd go first. Not that it mattered. Max was a seasoned and experienced bottom. He barely flinched at all when I slid into him.
Wade leaned down and sucked on his dick, getting him really hard, but then he stopped and just licked Max's cock like a lollipop, not enough to make him cum, but enough to keep him on edge. I slid in and out of his sweet ass, enjoying the feeling but knowing that these guys wanted their turn too. “Matt, when you blow, take off the condom and shoot all over him,” Cody ordered. The thought of that did it. I pulled out of Max's ass, ripped the condom off, and moved up to his face. Cody moved away and just watched me stroking myself. I pumped my dick until I felt my balls rising, then I shot my load all over Max's face and neck.
Wade was next, but he was so horned up he didn't last long at all. It was so hot to see him blow too, blasting all over Max. Cody slid into Max next, but he was really keyed up too, probably from watching us blow our loads on Max, so torqued that he didn't look like he was going to last very long either. I knelt down and started blowing Max, while Wade licked and sucked on his nipples. Max moaned and arched his back, and that did it for Cody. He pulled out, moved up to Max’s face, and blasted all over him. No sooner did Cody start than I felt Max shooting in my mouth. He came so much that Wade took over mid-orgasm and drank half his load.
After our little extravaganza, Max and Cody cleaned up just enough to sneak down to their room, while I led Wade into the shower. “Dude, that was unbelievable,” Wade said. “Holy shit.”
“They're fun huh?” I teased.
“Yeah, they are. But I like being with you best,” he said. God, I loved this guy.
“I like being with you best too,” I told him. He got a sad look on his face as the water poured over us, and I wondered if it was hiding tears. “What's wrong?”
“I wish I was better,” he said. “I'm still so fucked up.”
I pulled his face up so he was looking me in the eye. I wanted him to know how sincere I was. “Wade, sex with you these past few days has been fucking amazing. You make me feel higher than any drug.”
He grinned and blushed, then our lips met and our young, re-charged bodies went another round, just the two of us. It was even better than when we were with Cody or Max.
After that, the house was turned upside down and thrown into chaos as everyone began pouring in. First came Brad, Robbie, Jeanine and the kids. Then, right before dinner, Lou and Marcel got there. Just seeing Lou made me horny. He was so sexy, and such a good lover it was almost scary. I cornered him after dinner.
“So Wade wants a Lou experience,” I teased.
“That is flattering. I will see if I can work that out,” he said. “Marcel and I are trying to spend more time together during this visit.”
“Is it because of our time together?” I asked, feeling guilty.
“No, while that was truly magical for me, it did not bother Marcel. It has more to do with him trying to cool his feelings for Max. It has not been an easy month for him,” he said.
“Lou, you're really an amazing guy, you know that? Here you are, turning down kick ass sex with two horny 18-year-old guys just to make sure your boyfriend gets over his ex,” I teased.
“When you put it that way, I feel much more tempted,” he joked.
“Well our bedroom door is open to you,” I joked.
“I will remember that.”
I learned that they liked to open presents on Christmas Eve. Brad told me that stemmed from the days when there were a lot of non-family members around on Christmas Day, and they didn't want those people to feel uncomfortable when they exchanged really expensive gifts. I'd seen the bust of Stefan, “Orgasmic Stefan,” and thought that was probably a good idea. Some of their gifts were mildly erotic. Now the family was so big there were a lot fewer guests, and their presents turned out to be relatively normal, but it was evidently a tradition, and that was that.
I got a lot of cool stuff. A new laptop and desktop, a new digital camera, and a new DVD player, along with other stuff like clothes. Wade got me a cool pen, a Mont Blanc, and I got him some new hockey skates. It was pretty late when things wound down, and I was relieved to retreat to my room with Wade.
“We have to go skating,” Wade said as we walked into the room. “I want to try these bitches out.” He liked the skates.
“Cool. But Christmas Day probably isn't the best day to try and do that,” I teased.
“Maybe you can get Stef to add an ice rink on. There's lots of land.” I cracked up at that. I was just getting ready to fire up my libido when there was a knock at the door.
We both looked at each other curiously. “Someone here to fuck us?” I teased. Then I yelled, “Come in”, and our visitor turned out to be Robbie.
“I don't think so,” Wade whispered, making us both chuckle.
“Hey guys,” he said cheerfully.
“Hey!” I said and gave him a hug. He was nice to me, but he evidently wasn't here to see me. He moved past me and went over to sit on the bed next to Wade.
“I got you a Christmas present, but I worry it will piss you off,” he said.
“Why would I be mad at a present?” Wade asked cheerfully.
“When I was in high school, I was raped in the showers after football practice by my cousins and a few other scumballs,” he said. Wade stared at him, shocked that he'd admit that. “It really fucked me up. And then when I went to college, I got into some really kinky shit because I hated myself.” He looked at me, as if asking permission to tell Wade about it. I nodded subtly. “I got into fisting.”
“What's that?” he asked.
“It's where someone sticks their hand up your ass,” he said, and blushed.
“Wow. That must hurt like hell,” he said, smiling playfully to make Robbie feel comfortable with this big admission.
“Well, it kind of does, but it's also a really intense and amazing experience,” he said. “Anyway, all that shit really fucked me up. I didn't get that at the time, because I couldn't see it in myself.”
“So you're telling me you think I need to see a shrink?” Wade asked, and not very nicely.
“See, I was worried you'd be pissed. I saw the tape, Wade. Anyone who endured what you did would have issues. You're too smart a guy not to get that.” A nice way to present it. “I'm not trying to force you into anything, OK?”
Wade studied him dubiously, and then his features softened. It was almost impossible not to sense Robbie's innate kindness. “I got it. I'm not pissed.”
He handed Wade an envelope. “The doctor who helped me, no, saved me, his name is David Sizemore. His card is in there. I told him that you might call him. I also told him that he should send the bills to me.”
I kind of expected Wade to freak out at having his name trotted out to a shrink, but he got the confidentiality rules so he wasn't bothered. “Thanks Robbie. I'm not sure if I'll go see him, but that was a nice thing to do,” Wade said.
“Matt loves you. That alone means you're important to me,” he said, smiling. Then he gave Wade a hug, patted me on the back, and walked out.
“He means well,” I said hastily, hoping Wade wasn't pissed off.
“It's cool. It was a nice thing to do. Shit, I may go see this dude. Probably beats the hell out of whining to you,” he said.
“You know what I'm gonna do now?” I asked.
“What?”
“I'm gonna pretend I'm Santa and climb up your chimney.” He laughed, and then I made love to him.
December 26, 1998
Wade and I sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. I'd eaten so much food yesterday I didn't think I could possibly stuff anything else into my body. Yet I'd had Wade's dick in there last night and this morning, I thought playfully, and here I was eating again. Dinner last night had been awesome, especially after the nightmare at Thanksgiving. I was so glad that my parents weren't here. Things were easy and relaxed.
I was really pissed off at them right now anyway. They'd sent me a letter, evidently from their lawyer, informing me that since my father's name was on my GMC along with mine, he was offering me the opportunity to buy out his half instead of forcing me to sell it. It was like they just couldn't stand to miss a chance to poke me in the eye. My lawyer said they were all shitting bricks about the games they played with the trust company, and that's probably why this happened. To me, it just exposed the true blackness of their souls. But I had money now, thanks to Robbie and Brad, so I'd cut them a check and sent it off. Fuck them. I made a mental note that as soon as I got the title back, I'd have to go down and register the GMC here in California. And formally change my residency.
Lou came in, looking really irritated, but not as irritated as Marcel. They were arguing in French, and neither Wade nor I understood enough to decipher their staccato words. Stef came in and joined the discussion.
It finally irritated me enough to say something. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
They looked at me, surprised. I guess they were so used to everyone here being bilingual, they weren't even aware they were babbling away in front of us in a language we couldn't understand.
“I am sorry,” Marcel said hastily. “We are arguing in French.”
“That much I gathered,” I said dourly.
“Lou has to go back to Montreal. They cannot run the station without him,” Marcel said, irritated.
Lou gave him a dirty look. “A colleague is very ill, and they need me to step in. I have to fly back tomorrow, and be on the air the day after that,” he said.
“I will fly you back. My plane is here,” Stef said. And the tumblers in my evil brain began to click.
“Lou, I was wondering if you'd be willing to stop on the way, in Cleveland, and do me a favor?” I asked. Wade looked at me strangely.
“I see no reason why I could not, as long as it did not take too long,” he said. “What is it you want me to do?”
“Go out to dinner with me,” I said.
“There is some restaurant in Cleveland that is that good, yet we do not know about it?” Stef asked.
“No. I want to take Lou to my parents' club for dinner.” Wade started laughing. “They're on a cruise, and I thought it might be fun to show up and have dinner with my boyfriend, if you do not mind pretending to be my boyfriend for a few hours.” That last line was directed at Marcel.
“It would not be a problem to be seen together with such a handsome young man,” Lou said, his natural flirt coming out.
“Why are you doing this?” Marcel asked.
“Because it would really embarrass my parents with all their right wing friends if their son shows up at the club hanging all over some hot guy,” I said. Stef and Marcel laughed.
“It sounds like fun,” Lou said.
I called the country club and made reservations for dinner at 5:00pm, when things would be the most crowded since tomorrow was Sunday. The thought of being there on the Sabbath made it just that much more perfect. And by making reservations, I was able to verify that they hadn't removed me from the list yet. I went to bed that night in a really good mood.
December 27, 1998
The plane began its descent into Cleveland as Lou and I put our clothes back on. He hadn't gotten together with Wade and me, but he was completely willing to fuck my brains out. Lucky break for me. We landed and the car I'd hired was there to pick us up and whisk us off to the club.
“You have a plan?” Lou asked.
“When we get there, we act like friends so they don't seat us off in a corner. As soon as we have our table, we get all lovey-dovey.”
“That is simple enough,” he said with a smile.
The car pulled up to the club and dropped us off, then went off to park in the lot and wait for us. We strolled in and the maitre d' recognized me right away. “Mr. Carrswold! How nice to see you back in Cleveland!”
“Thank you,” I said. “Even though my parents are out of town, I couldn't resist coming back at least for a little bit.”
“We have an excellent table for you,” he said, and led us over to a spot near the window overlooking the golf course. It was one of the most visible tables in the restaurant. We sat across from each other at first, and then I decided to start the show. I moved over and sat on the same side of the table, next to Lou.
Our waiter came up and I grinned. His name was Chad Taylor, and he'd gone to Shaker Heights High School. “Hey Matt,” he said in a friendly manner.
“Hey Chad. What's up?” I asked cheerfully.
“Just earning some cash over Christmas break. What about you?”
“This is Lou. He's my boyfriend. I wanted to bring him here and show him where I grew up,” I said. I saw him digest the shock. “Baby, this is Chad,” I said.
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Lou said politely. He leaned in and gave me a kiss behind my ear, and I giggled. Chad ran off to get us some drinks and to freak out in private. Lou leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I could feel the eyes turn and look. That's the thing about this place: once some eyes were on you, all eyes were on you.
Lou and I were having a blast, just snuggling into each other, kissing and nuzzling each other, acting like a heterosexual couple in love. We were creating quite a stir. I saw a woman approaching and smiled. This would be good. Mrs. Regina Parsons, a very influential member, whose brother was a priest. She came up in front of us and just stood there glaring.
I should have stood up to be polite, but with her attitude, I didn't think she deserved that much respect. “Hello Mrs. Parsons,” I said.
“Matthew, I think it's very inappropriate for you to flaunt this, this...” she couldn't say it.
“You mean to let everyone know we're fags?” I asked.
“To flaunt your homosexuality like this!” she said. Only she'd given me a huge clue. She was surprised I was gay. That meant my parents hadn't said a thing.
“Well I think you're a stupid, bigoted old cunt,” I said sweetly. Her mouth dropped and she just stared at me. I motioned her to go away with my hand in the most condescending manner that I could.
Chad came out nervously and took our order. Our food arrived remarkably fast, making Lou and I giggle. We'd been seated right after the table to the right of us, and they were still working on their salads while Lou and I had our entrees. “I've never had such prompt service,” I told Chad with a grin.
He smiled back and looked around nervously. “They just want you to get out of here as fast as possible.” I laughed. How cool that he was enjoying this too. “I think you should order dessert. The soufflé. It takes 20 minutes to make.” So we did.
By now, everyone was staring or glaring at us. There were people a few tables away with children and they rearranged their table so the children were looking away from us. The kids kept turning around to stare, despite getting bitched at by their parents. We just laughed and made out more. Then I spotted a familiar pair making their way over. Geneva Kelso, with Todd on her heels.
“Hello Matthew,” she said coldly.
“Geneva,” I said, using her first name and pissing her off. “Todd.” He just nodded, looking very nervous.
“You proud of yourself, coming here and telling the world you're gay?” she asked.
“Actually, I was just enjoying a pleasant meal with my boyfriend. I think you're the one with the issues,” I said.
“I can't imagine how horrified your poor mother will be when she hears about this,” she said.
“I can, and it makes being here that much more enjoyable,” I said. Then I leaned up and kissed Lou right in front of her.
“Gross. Fags,” Todd said.
“Gee, Todd; did you know that you were only the second guy to fuck me? You didn't think it was so gross then, now did you?” I asked. Geneva looked at him, her mouth wide open in shock, then at me. I saw his eyes flash, but before he could start a fight, she dragged him off.
“Did he really fuck you?” Chad asked, chuckling.
“Yep. Once. He was a shitty lay,” I said. Chad laughed. “You can bring us the check. We've caused you enough problems for a night.”
“Dude, this was the funniest fucking thing I think I've ever seen,” he said. He brought me the bill and I gave him a massive tip, and then signed off on it. The bill would go to my father. Lou and I headed out of the club, holding hands, smiling at the dirty looks we got.
When my parents got back, they'd have some interesting questions to field. And Todd would have a fun time explaining or denying our little tryst to his mother.
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