Bloodlines - 9. Chapter 9

August 9, 1998

We all sat outside around the patio, enjoying the warm summer weather while smoking some of JP's killer weed. What a fucking bonus! I was going to college a few miles away from an unlimited supply of free weed. That put me in one awesome mood, especially when JP gave me a quarter bag for the trip up here. It was about midnight when everyone started to fade away.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” Cody asked.

“Sure. What's up, besides that?” I teased.

“I need to have a conversation with Brian,” he said. I kept my face impassive.

“Didn't you already have one of those?” I asked, being a smart ass. He got a pissed off look on his face. “Your call dude. Do what you have to do.”

“It's not like that,” he said, almost a whine.

“Yeah, it is,” I said calmly. “It's cool. I'm tired anyway, and if I was with you, I wouldn't sleep much.” I pocketed my bag of weed and walked off to the garage. I figured I'd check out the machines these people accumulated. My father had appropriately nice but boring automobiles. He drove a Mercedes, an S 500, while Mummy had a Lexus SUV. I tried not to be pissed at Cody, but it was hard not to be, and it got even tougher when I remembered I had no right, no reason to be upset.

I looked down and forced myself to smile. I had a glass of Baileys in one hand, and a joint in the other. How good was life? I was about to round the corner to the driveway when voices stopped me.

“I'm tired. There was a lot of excitement today. I'll see you tomorrow,” I heard Brian say.

“You sure you don't want me to stay over?” Justin asked, almost a plea. Poor guy. He was probably horny.

“Nah, if you're here I won't sleep,” Brian said, sounding a lot like me.

“Alright baby, one last kiss?” he asked. I heard them sucking face, then I moved into the shadows as Brian breezed by, undoubtedly making a bee line for Cody's room. I got an evil idea and strode out onto the driveway just as Justin was about to get into his car.

“Hey Justin,” I said, getting his attention. He'd been looking at me all night.

“Hey Matt,” he said, stopping to talk. I walked up to him, determined to make this look right. I waited until I got right up to him and then pretended to stumble, spilling my Baileys all over him.

“Oh shit. I'm so sorry Justin. Oh shit. Here, let me help,” I said.

“It's no big deal Matt, really,” he said.

“Yeah, it is. I totally ruined that shirt. Come on, let me help you clean up,” I said.

“No really, it's no big deal. I'll just wash it when I get home,” he said shyly. He really was cute.

“If you do, I'll feel bad all night and I won't get any sleep at all,” I told him. “Please? Let me try and make it better.”

“OK,” he said, caving like I knew he would. No way I couldn’t get this guy into my bed. I led him back to my bedroom, making sure to avoid walking in front of Cody's room in case they were fucking. I led him in and shut the door, locking it. He heard the click and looked at me nervously. “Brian probably has a shirt I can borrow.”

I moved up to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't stop me. “Yeah, but he's tired, and I'm here.” I pulled the shirt out of his pants and took it off. He had a really cute chest for a guy with virtually no muscle tone. His smooth skin was so soft, it was intoxicating. I rubbed my hands across his chest, tweaking his nipple and making him moan.

“I really should go,” he said. I moved in for the kill and kissed him. He fought me for a little bit, then gave in. And then he was all over me. He almost ripped off my clothes and his mouth was everywhere as he worshiped my body. I worked hard to look this good, so I let him explore, do what he wanted. I felt his hands and mouth on my cock, then my balls, then lower as he moved to my ass. “Is this OK?” he asked shyly.

I pulled my legs back, totally exposing myself to him, offering myself to him. He didn't miss a beat. His mouth licked my crack, then my hole, and it made me smile to think that he did it the same exact way Brian did it. He pulled off his pants and took out his dick, and then I saw what Brian was doing with him. Aside from being cute as a button, he had a dick that was almost as big as Cody's. I gave him a magnum and the lube, and then pulled back again, letting him slowly move into me.

He wasn't a great lover like Cody or Stef, or an unhinged lover like JP; he was a sweet lover, one who took time to pause and smile at me shyly, and to make sure that I was enjoying every move he made. It was a strange feeling, as if his insecurity somehow gave him confidence. I was totally submissive, letting him take control, just responding to his moves. Then, when I felt him getting a little too fired up, I pushed him off of me and out of me and flat onto his back.

He was tall and lanky, but no match for my strength. I was on him now, lying on him. I took charge, kissing him aggressively. I felt the surprise in his kiss, and then I felt him relax and submit like I had. I reached around and put his cock up to my hole and lowered myself onto him. Now, even though he was fucking me, I was in charge. I kept him pinned, not unlike the time I'd done this to Cody, only Justin didn't even try to fight back. I had him pinned, immobilized, and I just worked him with my ass, loving the feeling he was giving me, and the feeling I was giving him.

“Matt, Matt,” he said urgently. The way he said my name was so cute and sexy. “I need to cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.” Then he got this high pitch screech, one that I was worried they'd hear in the next room. He was totally still, and then he lost it. He pumped up into me, pushing as fast and as urgently as he could as he came. He had a long orgasm, and it was great. It got me so close, so very close, that when he was done I sat back on his dick, making it hit my spot, and stroked my dick two or three times. That's all it took and I blasted my load all over him.

After Brian came earlier, he'd freaked out and left in a hurry. Not Justin. He just watched me with his cute, shy smile, and reached up to squeeze my nipples, urging me on. “That was nice.”

I kissed him. “Yes it was,” I said.

“I should go. It may be hard to explain why my car is still here,” he said. “Thanks Matt.”

“Least I could do after I fucked up your shirt,” I teased.

“Yeah, and since you did it on purpose,” he shot back.

Instead of freaking out, I just gave him my cocky smile. “I thought my acting was better than that.”

“Not really. But thanks. I don't feel like such a tool now.”

“A tool?” I asked.

“Yeah. Otherwise I'd be home beating off while Brian fucked Cody,” he said sadly. “It is what it is.”

“You OK with that?” I asked.

“Don't have much choice. It's gonna happen, so I pretend not to know.”

I lay down next to him. He smiled up at me and pulled a glop of my cum off his chest and ate it, cracking me up. I handed him a towel for the rest. “Stay with me tonight.”

“I can't. He'll find out,” Justin said.

“So. Don't be a fucking pussy. He's fucking around on you, so turnabout is fair play,” I said.

“Well, I don't know for sure that he's fucking around on me,” he said. I got up and held out my hand, then pulled him up. I dragged him, nude, out into the hall, and headed over to Cody's room. He was freaking out, but I didn't care. We listened outside the door and we could hear Brian's muffled moans. “OK,” he whispered. “Now we know.”

“So will you spend the night?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. So I led him back to my room and made sure he didn't get much sleep.

August 10, 1998

Justin was one horny little bastard. He woke me up early in the morning before he had to go home and get ready for work and fucked me again. He was really sweet, and really fun. Just the kind of guy to get fucked over and used, I thought. It dawned on me that I'd probably do the same thing to a guy like him that Brian was doing. I shook that off. I threw on some clothes and led him down to the kitchen, which freaked him out, since he wanted to get the fuck out of there. He ate breakfast, and then I walked him out. Right before he left, I spotted Brian out of the corner of my eye, trying to spy on us, so I grabbed Justin in one passionate lip lock.

“If that douche bag doesn't learn to treat you better, maybe we can hook up when I move up here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, with stars in his eyes. He drove off and I strode confidently into the house, only to be stopped by Brian. Cody was standing behind him.

“You were with Justin,” Brian accused.

“Yep. All night long. Fucked like bunnies. He's cute,” I said.

“You shithead! He's my boyfriend,” he spat.

“That's rich, coming from you. You were busy, you had Cody's dick in your ass. What did you expect? He'd go home and beat off while you cheated with your old boyfriend?” I demanded.

“That's bullshit,” he said. “You seduced him.”

“Fuckin' right I seduced him. I got him to fuck me, long and hard,” I said, trying to piss him off. “When he was done, I asked him to spend the night, but he was worried that you'd be upset.” He looked at me as I paused, unwittingly waiting for me to deliver the coup-de-grace. “It was funny, I was walking him out to his car and when we walked by Cody's door we heard the most interesting conversation. If you could call it that. I think it went something like this: Oh yeah Cody, fuck me with that big cock. There's more, but you get the picture. Ironically enough, he decided to stay here with me.”

“You are fucking with the wrong guy,” Brian said.

“No Brian, you are. Cody's an idiot for sleeping with you, but he has no commitments. You do. And I'm not afraid of you, not even slightly.”

“You should be,” he said, trying to sound all tough.

“Well, let me tell you why I'm not. First of all, I could kick your ass just by thinking about it. And I'm not a mooch like you. I don't need money from Stef or JP. I've got a trust fund that pays all my bills. Where'd they find you anyway? West Virginia? Cute accent.” I was rude because I was pissed. So was he.

“Fuck you,” Brian said, and stormed off. Cody looked at me and I just looked back at him. He wanted to be mad at me, but he had no reason.

“You're probably mad at me,” he said.

“I'm not mad at you,” I said. “But I am disappointed in you.”

“That's worse,” he said sadly.

“Yep.” And I headed to my room to get ready for my blood test. I hopped into the shower and let the water cleanse me. That was close. I almost fell for him, almost fell for Cody. I was there, I was so there. By the time I came up to Stanford in a few weeks, I'd have been completely absorbed with him, and I'd have spent every waking hour pining away for him. Not anymore. He'd had a clear choice to make last night and he'd gone for Brian. No way was I going to let him play me. I'd let him fuck me, but I wouldn't let him play me. I got dressed, casual but nice, and headed down to meet Robbie. Brad, JP, Stef, and Frank were there too.

“Is Cody going with us?” Stef asked.

“Since he's not here, I guess not,” I said, trying to sound like I was joking. “Let's go.” We piled into the limo and headed off.

“You did not spend the night with him?” Stef asked. I almost snapped at him, telling him to mind his own fucking business, but I caught myself first. No way I'd let them see me sweat this.

“No, I spent the night with Justin.” It was fun to watch them all lose it, especially JP. Brad looked at me with that twinkle he had. He was so fucking perceptive.

“Brian slept with your guy, so you slept with his?” Brad asked.

“Well, since Cody isn't my guy, that's not entirely true,” I said with a smile. “Poor Justin, he’s such a sap. It just wasn't fair that he should go home and beat off while his boyfriend lets another guy fuck him.” I saw that slam into these guys. They'd all been there, presumably, with cheating boyfriends.

“Brian hasn't always had an easy life,” JP said defensively.

“I didn't realize that gave someone license to fuck people over,” Brad said. “You stick up for him like Stefan used to stick up for Jake.” I had no idea who Jake was, but that shot impacted on JP hard.

“Jake wasn't related to anyone Bradley,” JP said curtly.

“I see. So being related is the key, is it? Would that have to be a blood relationship, or does adoption count? What about someone who's not related, but just a close family friend? How do you classify people Dad?” Brad challenged. This was fascinating, watching these two great minds tangle.

“You are as tiresome now as you were in high school,” JP said.

“And I am just as right now as I was back then,” Brad asserted.

“So how was Justin?” Stef asked, changing the subject.

“He's sweet, shy, and has a really big dick.” Robbie almost choked, Frank looked annoyed, but Brad and Stef just laughed. “So when Brian says he's going to ruin my life, do I have to worry about just him or all of you guys too?” In other words, would they back him over me?

They all looked at JP. It was interesting that, even though Stef was the mogul, and Brad was the most assertive, they all looked to JP as the patriarch, the one to make family decisions. “No,” JP said simply. We didn't talk about Brian and Cody after that, we just got our blood drawn, then went to lunch.

The flight home that afternoon was interesting. JP and Stef napped, or pretended to. Robbie and Brad had work out, papers spread everywhere. And Cody sat next to me, trying to figure out what to say to me. He'd been quiet the whole day.

“You're pretending that this whole thing doesn't bother you, but it does,” Cody said, like he was reading my mind. Only he couldn't.

“You're so fucking far off base,” I said, chuckling. He looked at me, challenging me to give him an answer and prove it. “I am so relieved.”

“Relieved?” he asked.

“Yeah. I almost fell for you. I was so close. And you snapped me right out of it. Thanks.” I was trying to make it sound like I was saying these words casually, but I'm not sure if I got that across. It wasn't so much that I was acting; I wanted to make sure he believed me.

“Oh,” he said, acting sad. Now he was pissing me off.

“I figured out your game,” I said.

“What game?” he asked in a smarmy tone.

“The game where you draw guys in with your perfect looks, your perfect charm, and your perfect dick. Sound right so far?” I asked, kind of teasing.

“So far,” he said cautiously, but joking back.

“Then you let them get close, you let them in, and then you do something to fuck things up and push them away,” I said.

“I see, Mr. Psychologist,” Cody responded sarcastically. “Is there anything else?”

“Yeah, and then when you get busted, and the guy is pushed away, before he gets too far away, you suck him right back in again.”

“Cute. Very cute,” he said, all pissed off now.

I leaned up and whispered in his ear, so my lips actually grazed his lobe. “It's cool though. I'll still let you fuck me.”

“I don't know if I can do that now,” he said. I started laughing.

“Dude, don't you see? Now you're going to try and blackmail me with sex. If I won't let you back inside me emotionally, you won't come back inside me physically.” I sounded like a fucking shrink, or a chick, and either way; this conversation had to end soon.

I got my wish. We just sat there on the plane in silence. I caught a worried look from Robbie, but he didn't have to worry about me. As we were landing, I said the last thing I had to say on the whole issue. “So Brian is free now.”

“What do you mean? He'll work things out with Justin,” Cody said.

“Is that what you want? You gonna just push him away again?”

“Fuck you Matt,” he said.

“Whenever you want,” I said, teasing him and pissing him off all at the same time. We got home and he headed off to the kitchen. Robbie immediately pulled me aside.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I said. Brad walked up, and then looked worried that he was intruding. “You're one sharp dude,” I said, acknowledging his help and welcoming him into our conversation.

He gave me his cute grin. “Why thank you,” he said. “So what's with you and Cody?” I saw some movement around the corner, in a little alcove near the stairs, and knew it had to be Cody, eavesdropping.

“Cody's an awesome guy and I really like him. But he's got this game he plays, where he pulls people in, then gets all spazzed and pushes them away. I called him on it, and he's pissed at me. When he's done being pissed, I'll show him that I still care about him,” I said simply.

“You stirred up some trouble with Brian and Justin,” Brad said, his eyes sparkling. “I'm impressed.”

“I bet you've pulled off better tricks than that. In fact, Robbie was just telling me about how you were a complete idiot and let him get away when he was at Princeton,” I teased.

“Yeah, that's how it happened,” Brad said, pretending to be irritated.

“That's not what I said at all,” Robbie objected, all paranoid until he realized we were just fucking around. Interesting how when it came to Brad being pissed at him, he lost all rational ability. “Fucker.”

“Now that is one of the truest things I've ever been called,” I told him.

“I hope I'm a match for you Matt,” Robbie said, referring to my kidneys.

“I hope so too,” I said. I was about to say more but stopped.

“What?” Brad asked. Damn. I had to be careful around this guy.

“Are you always this good at reading people?” I asked him.

He laughed. “I grew up with JP. He wasn't like he is now. He used to be an iceberg. But I had so much respect for him, and so much love, I made sure to study his every move, his every facial expression, so I could read what he was thinking.”

“And you've been using it to piss him off ever since,” Robbie said.

“I have, but I also know how to stay on a topic, and that was a nice attempt at a diversion,” Brad said to me. I walked over to Stef's couch and sat down, with them following me.

“You know, I came out here looking for two things. Well, three actually. First was to see you, to meet you,” I said to Robbie. “It was weird to know that I had someone's genes and I hadn't even met him. I guess this whole thing rocked my little Shaker Heights world and I had to rediscover my foundation.”

“Makes sense,” Robbie said simply.

“The second thing was the kidney, although to be honest, that was probably the most important thing on my list. I've always been this active, physical guy. I love hockey, and I can't wait to get back on the ice. Without a kidney, I'm on dialysis, and I'm worried that I'll turn into a couch potato. And a pussy.” I paused and looked away, then looked back at Robbie. “When I met Laura, it was cool, and she's a nice lady. Well, except that she hates fags, but I can kind of see where she's coming from.”

Robbie nodded. “Yeah, I can see that too.”

“But then I meet you, and you're just this awesome guy. I figured I'd meet you, you'd be civil, and when you found out I needed a kidney, you'd tell me to fuck off. I mean, you're rich and successful, you have a family, and a partner I'd steal away from you if he wasn't kind of like my step dad.” Brad grinned at that. “It's more than just a kidney. I want to be part of your life, and I want you to be part of mine.” I felt my eyes tear up, and it pissed me off. These guys were so fucking loving it was hard to be tough.

“Me too,” he said with that adorable grin.

“So what's the third reason?” Brad asked, tactfully taking us away from a hyper-emotional scene.

“I wanted to fuck JP and Stefan,” I said with my playful tone. Brad cracked up and Robbie just shook his head.

“I, uh, I...” Brad started to say something then stopped. It was the first time I'd ever seen him do that. He turned to Robbie. “Can I tell him about Marc?”

“Sure. I love that guy!” Robbie said.

“We were in Paris for my 18th birthday and we met a guy Stef knew when he lived there,” Brad said.

“Knew, as in fucked?” I teased.

“For Stef, it's the same thing,” Brad joked. “Marc said that Stef and JP were both really good lovers.”

“And he said you were just as good,” Robbie asserted.

“You hooked up with him?” I asked Brad. “And you were OK with it?” I asked Robbie.

“Part of loving someone is forgiving them when they fuck up,” Robbie said. “Besides, Marc was like some sex god and he taught Brad some amazing stuff. So in the end, it's worked out pretty well for me.” Then he realized he was talking about sex with me, and blushed.

“What did he teach you?” I asked, expecting a lecture on positions.

“He taught me to take my time, to make sex last, to really enjoy it. Before that, it had been a focus on getting off. After, that changed to making it last,” Brad said. “So what were they like?”

I laughed. “Stef is just perfect. He knows all the moves, and it's not just that, it's that he's trained his body, every muscle, every fiber, to respond to the guy he's with. You know how you sit in those massage chairs and they have those little motors that work your back?” I asked. They nodded. “Stef's ass is like that.” Robbie cracked up at that.

“What about JP?” Brad asked. He was even more interested in that.

“He's different. He's got a great technique, and I'll bet the only guy better than him is Stef, and that's only marginal. But what makes him fun is the way he just loses it when he fucks. Damn, put a dick in his ass and the house could burn down around him. He'd still be taking it.”

Brad chuckled at that. “Pretty much how I pictured them. I have to go check on the guys.” We stood up and he hugged me, which kind of surprised me. Brad didn't seem as touchy-feely as Robbie. “And don't worry about Brian. He fucks with you, he fucks with me.”

Wow. “Thanks,” was all I could really say. He kissed Robbie and headed back to his house.

I turned to Robbie in time to see his arms fly out and pull me into one of his bear hugs. I wrapped my arms around him so tightly, holding on to him like my life depended on it. It was so cool, how he was so strong but his body was so soft. It was like a big, cushy sofa that begged you to sit on it, and once you did, you just couldn't get up.

“I'm really glad you found me Matt,” he said. And he still didn't let go.

“So am I,” I said honestly. After a bit we broke off the hug and I headed up to my room, feeling pretty fucking happy that I had these neat guys in my life, and in my corner.

I walked into my room and there was Cody, in my bed, stark naked. “You said whenever I wanted. I want.” I ripped off my clothes and jumped in bed with him and let him take me on one of his sexual extravaganzas. When we were done, he put his head on my chest, and I stroked his hair lovingly.

“I really fucked us up didn't I?” he asked.

“No, you saved me a lot of heartache. This way, we can be friends and enjoy each other, and I won't hate you.”

“I went over and got tested later on, after you guys went,” he said nervously. I just looked at him. “If I'm a match, you can still have one of my kidneys.”

I felt a lump in my throat, a huge emotional lump. “Thanks,” I said softly. Anything more and my voice would have cracked.

He didn't say anything for a bit. “I thought about all the shit you said.” I forced myself not to tense up. “There may be some truth in it.”

I put my hand on his cheek and pulled his face upward to make him look at me. “You were almost the first guy I fell in love with. Play your cards right, and someday I may just give you another chance.”

He laughed, then got playful and tickled me, then we got horny and he fucked me. Between Robbie's warmth and Cody's dick, I dozed off with the biggest fucking smile on my face ever.