Jumping Over My Mountain - 10. Chapter 10

Jumping Over My Mountain
by Tiffani Chin

Chapter 10

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************HELAKU***********

"It's so cold," I said, pulling the covers tighter around my body.

"Stop complaining, baby. I'll keep you warm," Bryce said. I felt him pressing his body against me.

"That was one notch below creepy, Bryce."

He started laughing and the deep sound resonated into my back. His hands began wandering across my naked body. I felt them slowly going lower; my body began to respond to his touch.

"Bryce," I said as I felt his hardness pressed against my thigh. "We've been going at it all week nonstop. It's Saturday now. I need a break," I moaned.

Bryce chuckled. "No break for you," he said kissing my shoulders.

"I haven't even moved in yet. I still need my stuff," I mumbled, turning around to face Bryce.

"You don't need anything," Bryce insisted, leaning towards me.

"I have nothing here but one suit!" I said incredulously.

"Well you can have the job of being my pool boy. You'll never need clothes again."

I laughed. "Are you on that pool boy idea again?"

"Sorry, the idea of you cleaning my pool naked gets me hot," Bryce said, thrusting against my thigh.

"I can tell," I said, leaning closer so I could thrust against him, too.

"I want you in me," Bryce said; he straddled my waist.

"You're killing me," I mock complained.

"Too bad," Bryce said as he eased himself onto me. It wasn't very difficult considering he was still slick from our previous love making.

Once he sat down completely, I was overtaken by the sheer pleasure of being engulfed by his tight, hot hole. I gripped his hips and moaned as Bryce slowly began to rock back and forth on me. I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen as Bryce increased his pace. He was riding me faster now, lifting himself up and down.

"Fuck, Bryce," I said through gritted teeth as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Helaku, I'm gonna cum soon," he said as he placed his hands on my chest and started rocking on my cock, not moving around a whole lot. But he was groaning continuously, so I assumed my cock was stimulating his prostate.

I felt his body tense up. Suddenly, without warning, he came all over my chest; his hands applying more pressure on my pecs as his orgasm ripped through his body. He squeezed his eyes shut and I saw the muscles in his neck straining as he threw his head back, crying out loudly. He bit his lips and his tongue was sticking out as he moaned.

“Oh god,” he murmured to himself, with his eyes still closed. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked into my eyes.

"Did you cum?" he asked. I shook my head no.

"Good, because I wanted to go again," he said smiling, rocking over me again.

"When did you become so horny?" I said, holding his hips once again.

"I don't know. Ever since we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Now that I have you again, I plan on making good use of you," he said jokingly.

Suddenly, I rolled him over onto his back and I was leaning in between his legs as I thrust deeply into him. Bryce moaned at the abrupt change in position.

He sighed and reached for his leaking cock, but I took his wrists and pinned them over his head. I continued to thrust into him, going relatively fast and hard as Bryce's head dug into the pillow each time.

"I'm getting close," he gasped.

"Me too," I grunted.

I wrapped one hand around Bryce's throbbing cock and stroked him quickly in time with my fast and short thrusts.

"Hela," Bryce panted, wiggling in agony beneath me, his arms struggling futilely against my restraining hands.

I couldn't hold back anymore and I felt myself bursting cum into Bryce's ass. I continued to stroke Bryce hard. With a loud shout he came again onto my chest, some of it hitting my neck and his chin. He emitted strangled cries and thrashed around on the bed beneath me. He whimpered as my hand moved up and down.

"Stop baby. It's getting too sensitive," he said. I slowly unwrapped my fingers and just leaned over him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and just kissed him for awhile.

"We need to get up before our cum dries up. I don't feel like having my chest hair waxed off," Bryce panted.

I pulled myself slowly out of his ass, not wanting to hurt him. Bryce laid there catching his breath. His blue eyes looked glazed over, his blond bangs clinging to his damp, sweaty forehead. I grinned and quickly lifted him up off the bed.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked weakly.

I didn't answer him, but continued walking through his living room and through a small sliding glass door.

"Helaku," he said in a warning tone as I got closer to the large indoor pool.

"Helaku, don't," he said, his arms wrapping tightly around my neck.

"I won't be the naked pool boy today, but I can be the naked lifeguard," I said and I dropped him swiftly in the water, letting his splash wash over me.

Bryce resurfaced and paddled onto his back.

He was grinning broadly. "Well, aren't you going to save me?" he asked innocently.

Smiling, I jumped into the pool cannonball style, splashing water everywhere.

***************

"Jeez, it really is cold," Bryce said hugging himself as I drove over to my apartment to collect some things.

"I told you it was," I said.

"We don’t really have to get your stuff today, do we?" he asked giving me a puppy-eyed look. For the past week I had been staying at Bryce’s house and as much as I loved that, I needed my things!

"Unless you want me to go home now and move in next weekend," I said eyeing him. Bryce shook his head.

"I want you with me," he said firmly, holding my free hand while I turned into the complex and drove easily into a spot.

"Ok, get ready to help me pack. I have tons of stuff to bring over," I warned. Bryce made a face and I laughed. I led him up the stairs but couldn't get very far before Skyler and Zeke bounded down. I took a step back remembering the time Zeke had punched me, and Skyler came this close to beating me.

They were laughing and holding hands. Skyler was wrapping a scarf around Zeke's neck with one hand while his other hand was around Zeke's waist. When they saw me they stopped in their tracks. I couldn't get around them however, since they were blocking my path.

"Hey," I said nervously, stepping in front of Bryce in case Skyler decided to go all ape shit.

He looked at me seriously for a few seconds and then a huge smile spread across his face.

"Hela!" Skyler cried out and he jumped into my arms. Instinctively I caught him.

"Storm told me you and Crew made up and are all chummy; so I forgive you for being an ass and assaulting me in my own apartment," he said jumping back down to the ground.

"Uh, thanks," I said in confusion.

"You have a boyfriend?" Skyler asked. Before I could answer, Skyler and Zeke had their eyes on Bryce who was looking nervous and was slowly edging closer to me.

"Is this him?" Zeke asked, grinning widely.

"I think it is," Skyler said to Zeke in an equally mischievous manner.

They looked at each other and a knot of fear formed in my stomach.

"I'm Zeke and this is Skyler. What's your name?" Zeke asked in a much too friendly tone.

"Uh, Bryce," he said taking my hand.

Zeke and Skyler looked at each other again. Then they turned to Bryce. "Nice to meet you Bryce!" they chimed in unison. Together they leapt onto poor Bryce who fell to the ground with a loud thud. Zeke and Skyler covered Bryce's face with loud kisses enunciated by sloppy smacking sounds. I couldn't help laughing. This was just too funny! My poor blond boyfriend.

Zeke and Skyler jumped up; Skyler looked completely unfazed by what he had done.

"We're going ice skating," he said shoving a hat onto Zeke's head.

"I don't like hats," Zeke said pulling it off and pouting slightly.

"I don't want you to get sick," Skyler said shoving the hat past Zeke's eyes.

"What about you?" Zeke asked, fussing with the hat.

"I have longer hair. That's my hat," Skyler said taking Zeke's hand. He turned to Bryce who was lying on the ground, still in shock. "See you later Bryce." Without another word or glance they walked out thru the main entrance area.

I turned to Bryce and saw him glaring at me. "Well, aren't you going to help me up or are you going to just stare at me?" he demanded. I smirked and reached a hand down to pull him up.

"You could have warned me," he said wiping his face of their saliva.

"I had no idea they would do this. Skyler is known for crazy shit but he's been so mad at me that I expected him to just ignore me," I explained.

"Why was he ignoring you?" Bryce asked as I took his hand and continued walking up the stairs.

"The whole thing with Crew. Skyler is extremely loyal. Of course He took Crew's side and he didn't speak a word to me for like… when did Crew and I break up?" I wondered aloud. "Holy shit, about nine or ten months."

"He didn't speak to you for that long?" Bryce asked shocked.

I nodded. "Well, we weren't that close to begin with, but since Skyler and Storm are brothers, I obviously didn't see much of Storm. The whole loyalty thing."

"Well it seems he has forgiven you," Bryce said. "They've also taken a liking to me. I have to wash my face," he said grimacing. "They gave me sloppy kisses."

"Come on, the sooner we get packed up, the sooner we can go to our house," I told him pulling him along into my apartment.

Bryce smiled. "I like the sound of that."

"Of what?"

"Our house," Bryce said emphasizing 'our'.

"Me too," I said nudging him as I headed into my bedroom first to get all my clothes packed. And there were a lot of clothes to be packed up. I never realized I had so much clothes before. I guess things just accumulated.

I handed Bryce another bag to carry down. He grunted under the weight.

"That's it, no more shopping for you," he mumbled. I smiled and steered him towards the door, picking up two heavy bags myself.

"Be careful," I advised.

"Of course I will dear," came Bryce's smart reply.

"Well that's all the stuff I need. The rest I can leave here until the lease is up and I officially have to move out," I said.

"Good, we can go home now?" Bryce asked hopefully.

I kissed him quickly. "Yup."

He hopped into the car cheerily. I laughed at the skip in his steps. When we got back to his place, we started to kiss before we even got inside. As soon as we stepped inside, continuing our make-out session, the kitchen was flooded with light. We broke apart abruptly, momentarily shocked.

I saw a figure walking towards us. I placed my arm in front of Bryce as I felt my body tense up, preparing for whatever lay ahead.

"Dad," Bryce said with worry in his voice. I tensed up even more.

*************ZEKE***********

"Zeke, hold still!" Skyler instructed, his hand gripping my neck tightly. I groaned as my neck stiffened.

Skyler and I had about a week and a half left to spend together. My college in Boston started the spring semester about a week later and I needed time to drive up there and stuff. I agreed to stay a little longer and tag along with him to his classes. I was glad for the extra time. I was prolonging the very sad and very inevitable goodbye.

We both had purposely not mentioned my leaving. I think we both got too sad over it. I knew Skyler wanted to make the most of our time together. That's just how he was.

Right now we were doing what we did best.

No! We were not having sex like rabbits-we were being a couple of idiots. Skyler was putting make-up on me. Yes, make-up that he had taken from his mom's house.

"Why would you want to put make-up on me?" I asked.

Skyler grinned and shrugged. "I'm bored. Come on, do it. You're prettier than I am anyway."

"Prettier?" I demanded.

Skyler's grin widened. "Devastatingly handsome. And you have the most amazing blue eyes, that will be brought out with mascara," he said in a loud talk show- like voice, while he held up a tube of mascara. "Now hold still," he said, reaching for me. I tried to move away, but Skyler caught onto me and pulled me towards him. I sighed and stayed still and looked upwards so he could put mascara on my eyelashes.

"You're lucky I love you enough to let you put make-up on me," I grumbled. “Don’t get anything in my eye!”

Skyler smiled at me. I felt him brush my eyelashes gently. "I love you, too. If it makes you feel better, you can put mascara on me, too," he offered. I smiled.

When he was done I tried to stand, but he pushed me back down and whipped out blue eye shadow. I groaned.

"Fuck, Sky, how much makeup did you take from your mom?"

Skyler applied some to his finger. "She has a lot of makeup," was all he said as he started brushing some on my eyelids. He glanced at my lips. "Nice lips," he commented, "Don't need any gloss or anything."

I smirked. "Give me a mirror," I commanded. Skyler handed one over and I looked at my reflection. I laughed out loud. Skyler could have a career as a make-up artist. I thought I would end up looking like a drag queen or something, but he applied a very light coating of eye shadow and just enough mascara to make my lashes look darker but not overly dark or feminine.

"Wow, aside from the fact that you put make-up on your boyfriend!" I teased. "You're really good at it. Too bad you're not a woman so you can wear it."

Skyler tilted his nose in the air. "I don't need any make-up. I'm naturally flawless looking. Just look at this face, at this skin," he scoffed in a haughty manner that caused both of us to crack up.

"Seriously Skyler, you're really good."

Skyler shrugged. "It's because I like art. When I paint or sketch or whatever, I know what color combinations to use and stuff. It's no big deal," he said caressing my eyelids.

"You should make this your career," I suggested. "It would be fun and lucrative. Plus I can't imagine you having a desk job," I added.

Skyler chuckled. "Yeah, I know. I can barely sit still in class. The truth is, I don't know what I'm going to do after graduation," he said, his expression becoming serious.

"You're majoring in journalism right?" I asked.

Skyler nodded. "Yeah, I did the whole media-communications thing because I like to write and create pieces. A presentation doesn't freak me out like it does most people. The requirements are tough and all, but it's the only thing I was decent enough to do in college. I completely suck at science and math, which is odd since I'm Asian. That's more Storm's area," he said.

"You want to be a reporter?" I asked.

Skyler shook his head. "Nah, I just want to do something I like. I don't want a dead end job where I would feel like killing myself at the end of the day. I think it would be cool to work for a magazine, but it's too soon to tell. All I can do is to graduate and hope for the best when it comes to the job market," Skyler said thoughtfully.

"Well I think you should explore your artistic side. You're really good! You can do so many things with art. You can design shirts, advertising, make-up. There's so much," I said excitedly.

Skyler smiled at me and rubbed my head. "Yeah, art is only a hobby for me. My Dad thinks it would lead nowhere. He's only semi-happy with my major now. I know he wishes I was doing what Storm is."

"What is Storm's major?"

"Accounting, finance, all that boring crap. It's just not me," Skyler said, rubbing his fingers together.

Even though Skyler and I spent a lot of time together, and I knew we loved each other, we had never really had a serious talk about anything. We were always too busy having fun together. This was definitely eye opening for me.

"You know when my parents divorced, I was kind of glad," Skyler said quietly. I didn't say anything and just let him get out what he wanted to say.

"My Dad was always on my case about stuff. I ‘slacked off too much in school.’ I ‘went out too much’. He was always comparing me to Storm; it became such a pain in the ass. Now I get along ok with my Dad, but that's because I rarely see him because of his new wife. I get along so much better with my Mom. She wants me to do better in school but she encourages me to find something that makes me happy,” Skyler said in a far-away voice.

Skyler looked at me and smiled faintly. "I love Storm and I'm glad I have a brother, especially a twin. Sometimes though, it would be nice to just be Skyler-not Skyler vs. Storm."

I grabbed his face and looked him in the eye. "I don't compare you to anyone, Skyler. You're my Skyler. I love you exactly as you are. In fact, if you ever changed, I might have to leave you," I said letting go of him.

Skyler immediately grinned and yanked me back to him. He kissed me slowly and pulled back. "Thanks baby."

"Oh, I do have one comparison between you two," I said solemnly. Skyler looked at me questioningly. "I think you're way hotter than Storm." Skyler hugged me even tighter, cracking up. He then showered my face with kisses.

"I'll be right back," Skyler said getting up and running to his room. He came back seconds later with a black Polaroid camera in his hand.

He sat back down next to me and held the camera in front of us and took a picture. The flash blinded me. After I regained my vision, I saw Skyler holding the picture and fanning it out.

When it was more visible, he handed it to me. "This is for you-something to remember our silly moments, when you leave."

As soon as he mentioned my leaving, we both got quiet. I guess there was no way of avoiding that topic, no matter how hard we tried. After I was silent for a few minutes, Skyler took my hand.

"Listen Zeke, when you go back everything is going to be fine between us. You know that, right?" he asked, staring into my eyes.

I nodded, although a bit sadly. I avoided his eyes.

"Look, it's only about four months. It’s not too far. We can go back and forth to visit and then there's spring break. Then we get the whole summer again," Skyler continued optimistically.

He cradled me against his chest and hugged me tightly. "Zeke, we love each other. I know we can make this work," he said kissing my cheek. "Please don't feel sad, baby. You can call me every night or I'll call you every night, like some stalker boyfriend," Skyler added which elicited a small smile from me.

"I can even show up at your dorm and pee around the perimeter to mark my territory," Skyler said, pinching my stomach playfully. I laughed at that.

"You and your gross humor," I said.

"So you agree with me that we can make this work? We'll put in the effort?" Skyler asked, nuzzling my cheek. I leaned against him and sighed.

"Of course we will, Skyler. I don't want to lose you," I said, slightly horrified at the idea.

"You'll never lose me, Zeke. You're a lot of ‘firsts’ for me. I don't think I'll ever be able to give you up. It looks like you're stuck with a Skyler permanently attached to you," he added, gently nipping my ear.

I sighed again. "I just wish we could have this forever. I mean, live together and see each other everyday. I hate this whole college thing and leaving you. I'm beginning to hate Boston," I grumbled.

Skyler kissed my neck. "We'll move in together one day," he said, so matter of fact that I turned to him quizzically. Skyler continued, "I think after we graduate, we should move in together. But I don't want to live in New Jersey anymore. We should move somewhere else, but together."

I looked at him with amusement. "You've given this some thought, haven't you?" I asked.

Skyler shrugged nonchalantly. "A little. I just know that I want a change of scenery when I graduate and I want you to be with me. It could be anywhere, really, as long as I have you."

I was so touched. Who knew ‘goofy’ Skyler could be so sentimental.

"Well, wherever you decide to go, I'll be happy to go with you," I proclaimed.

"Really?" he asked.

"Absolutely, Skyler. I love you, and I feel as if you're my family now. I don't think I can be away from you too long in the future." I looked at him thoughtfully. "Won't you miss Storm?" I wondered.

Skyler laughed. "Of course I'll miss him, but we can always visit each other. There's no set plan for us to live in the same state or together for the rest of our lives. That would be weird."

"But you're twins," I said in amazement.

"I know, I got that memo," Skyler joked.

"Does Storm know you want to go off somewhere after graduation?"

Skyler shrugged. "I didn't mention it to him. None of our plans are set. I think he said something about wanting to move to New York. We're different. We want different things," he explained. "He could always live next door to us," Skyler added contemplatively. "I have lived with him for twenty years straight."

He shook his head as if clearing his mind of those thoughts and looked at me.

"What about your family?" Skyler questioned.

"What about them?" I asked, shrugging.

"Well, I know I'll miss my family and will want to visit them as often as possible. Are you going to visit yours?"

I shrugged noncommittally. "To be honest, I'm not too sure. I'm really not close to my family, at all. Not like yours anyway."

I was silent as I thought about my family. "My parents divorced too and they both remarried. I get along okay with both of my step-parents, but I haven't spent much time with them since I went off to college, or since I came out to them period."

Skyler frowned. "But they're okay with you being gay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, they've accepted it. They still provided for me and all that. I feel though, as if they lost some respect for me, especially my real Dad. My mom and step-parents just don't understand how I can have feelings for someone of the same sex." Skyler stroked my face sympathetically. "It doesn't really bother me. I get on just fine without them. My coming-out could have been worse," I reasoned.

"True," Skyler agreed. He paused. "Can I meet them?" he asked.

"Meet who?" I asked, confused.

"Your parents-both sets of parents," Skyler said, rubbing his nose in my hair and inhaling.

"You really want to?" I asked in surprise, turning around so I was face to face with him.

"Of course I do, Zeke. You met my entire family. Besides, we're getting more serious. I do want to meet your parents," Skyler insisted. "Don't you want them to meet me?"

I didn't say anything.

"Were you planning on not telling them anything about your gay life and ignore them forever?"

I sighed. Skyler knew me all too well.

"I just don't want them to make judgments about you, Sky. You're important to me. I don't want them to knock you down in front of me. That's what they do. They have no respect for me or what's important to me," I said, getting slightly angry now.

"You can't let them bother you," Skyler advised. "Trust me, when I meet them, they won't be able to break me or run me off or anything like that. You know me, I take everything in stride."

I nodded in agreement. "That you do." I smiled at him. "Actually, it would be pretty funny to see you meet them."

"How so?"

"You're going to be all honest and have these ridiculous answers or comments. They won't know how to react. It would be funny to watch them try to adjust to everything. You know, I really would like you to meet my parents," I stated, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Good. So I was thinking over spring break?" Skyler pressed. "When you come back down?"

"Ok," I agreed, a little lost in my thoughts.

Skyler spun me around and I was sitting in his lap, straddling him. He grinned at me and held up the tube of mascara. "So you want to do my eyelashes now?" he asked, batting his eyes.

I smirked and grabbed the tube from his hand. Skyler always knew how to cheer me up.

"Thanks Sky."

He squeezed my sides reassuringly, in response.

***********HELAKU**********

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Bryce asked, swallowing nervously. I took in his father's appearance; he reminded me of my father. Bryce's father looked like Bryce, with the blond hair, blue eyes, and six foot three stature. However, he had my father's distinguished, mature, business man look. He was more intimidating than my father, in my opinion; then again, I wasn't too intimidated by my father. He was my Dad after all.

"I came here to talk some sense into you Bryce. You've had some time to cool off and maybe think things over."

I looked at Bryce in confusion.

Bryce's mouth was set in a firm line. "There was nothing to think over! I told you I was gay. You said you despised me, more or less; then I walked out saying I didn't want to have anything to do with you."

Bryce's father narrowed his eyes and glared. Even I swallowed hard. I had never seen someone create such a cruel, hateful look before in my entire life, especially directed at his own son.

"Bryce Whitman! No son of mine is a fag! Be reasonable here, you have to get over this phase and be normal!" he demanded loudly.

"This isn't a phase! I'm gay and have known since high school! I am fucking normal!" Bryce screamed, his face becoming red.

I was becoming alarmed. I had never seen Bryce so angry before. Perhaps his father just brought it out of him.

"You are not a fucking fag! Why do you choose to be this way? Don't you know how hard your life will be and how others will look at you?" Bryce's father screamed.

"I didn't choose to be gay," Bryce said in a much calmer tone.

Bryce's father spun sharply around to face me. "You! You did this to him," he hissed, pointing accusingly at me and stepping forward menacingly.

I stepped backwards. "Mr. Whitman," I started.

His father snapped, "Don't talk to me, you stupid little Indian!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Bryce shouted angrily.

I saw Bryce's father's arm reach out. Suddenly and instinctively, my own arm shot forward. I blocked the punch before it even touched Bryce. His father looked shocked, his mouth hanging open slightly. He stared at me and then at his arm which he slowly retracted.

I moved directly between Mr. Whitman and Bryce, shielding my boyfriend’s body from any harm. My shoulders were squared, my body tense and ready for action; my fists clenched. I was no longer intimidated by Mr. Whitman. He was a fucking loser for not being able to accept his own son.

"Don't you fucking touch him," I commanded in a firm voice. Mr. Whitman looked even more stunned with the way I was currently talking to him.

"Don't come near Bryce again. If I find out you hurt him, I'll kill you. Just because you have money and a pseudo-perfect life doesn't mean I can't find ways to hurt you, sir," I spat out sarcastically.

"I think you should leave," Bryce added, stepping out from behind me.

Mr. Whitman looked even more enraged when he saw the two of us hold hands right in front of him.

"Leave now or else we'll call the police," I threatened.

"I have a key. He's my son," his father sneered.

"So now he's your son?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Just get out. We want you here as much as you want to be here."

"You're living here?" Mr. Whitman shouted.

I nodded. "For about a week or so now. We just came from my apartment to get my things, so I can stay permanently," I said stressing ‘permanently’. Mr. Whitman's eyes blazed.

"You fucking fags," he said in disgust.

"Mr. Whitman," I began politely, "You have the words in the wrong order." I smiled. "Yes, we are fags," I paused, "fucking."

The color drained from Mr. Whitman's face. He turned swiftly on his heels and stormed out, slamming the door loudly.

Bryce squeezed my hand and I faced him. He suddenly burst out laughing.

"That was awesome, Hela! That last comment, Jesus, where did you get the balls to say that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was all my time hanging out with Storm and his brother," I said modestly.

Bryce looked at me, his eyes bright with warmth. "You stopped him from hitting me," he stated.

"Yeah, we should send a thank you card to my Dad. He got me into fencing and that kind of stuff. I have good reflexes," I bragged. Bryce laughed while hugging me tightly.

"Bryce," I said into his hair, "You need to change your locks. He can't have a key to come and go as he pleases. I know he's your Dad and all, but I don't trust him. He wouldn't directly try to hurt you, would he? As in burning down the house while you or me, or both of us, are in it?" I asked worriedly.

Bryce looked at me. "I don't know," he responded honestly. "He's capable of anything, I suppose."

"I think it's time for a location change," I suggested.

"Hela," Bryce began.

"Bryce," I cut him off. "I worry about you and about us. We got this far. We can't let your Dad get in the way or ruin anything further for us."

"So you really want to move?" he asked me.

I paused. "Maybe we should. I mean your place is great and all, but if we go somewhere new, it can really be ours and your Dad will never be able to bother us again. Well, in theory anyways, but you get what I mean."

Bryce looked thoughtful. He smiled after a while. "Where did you want to move?"

"Anywhere Bryce, just a place where you'll be safe."

He smiled at me and kissed my neck. "Look at you, all worrying about me." He smirked at me when I bit his nose playfully.

"We have to put this place up for sale, and look for another place. Meanwhile, we can stay at my apartment. The lease isn't-"

I was cut off when Bryce kissed me, wrapping his arms around my lower back, and pulling me to him. I placed one hand on his neck and the other on his cheek, caressing him gently as he leaned into me further, deepening the kiss.

I was a little out of breath when he pulled away. He stared into my eyes.

"Thank you, Helaku."

"For what, baby?"

"For being there for me. I love you," Bryce said simply.

"I love you too, baby. You don't have to thank me for that," I said, rubbing my hands up and down his sides comfortingly.

"Well, I do want to thank you," Bryce said, smiling mischievously. He locked the front door and walked back to me. "Let me start now," he said, pulling me by my coat while unzipping it at the same time. I saw we were headed for the bedroom.

"Bryce, baby, I can't go anymore," I groaned half-heartedly. Bryce laughed as he pulled my sweater off. I lifted my arms helpfully.

He flicked my nipple gently and reached for my belt next.

"I can't possibly produce any more cum," I added, feeling a cold rush of air as my pants fell to my ankles. Bryce eyed my cock which was creating a tent in my boxers. Bryce's fingers reached for the waistband of my boxers. Within a second they were off of me.

"Oh well, you can have a dry orgasm then," Bryce said, shoving me onto the bed.

I moaned and dropped my head onto the soft pillow as Bryce skillfully got to work on me.

It turned out I had plenty of cum to spare.

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I heard my cell phone ringing early the next morning. The sound was shrill and painful to hear, especially when everything had been so calm and peaceful just seconds before.

Damn phone. I groaned and reached my hand out, trying to feel around for it. My eyes felt way too heavy and too glued shut to open them. I heard something heavy fall to the ground with a thud. I literally tore my eyes open and saw the little silver device lying on the carpet. I grabbed it and flipped it open.

"Yeah?" I croaked out.

"Hela?"

"Crew?" I croaked out again.

"Did I wake you?" Crew asked.

I cleared my throat and swallowed. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the time-9:30.

"Hela?" Crew said again.

"Uh yeah," I replied lying back into the warmth of the bed and Bryce's body. His legs and arms were tangled with my legs and torso. He snuggled closer to me, wrapping the covers firmly around him. His soft blond hair tickled my abdomen.

"Oh, sorry. I figured you'd be used to waking up early," Crew teased. "You know, since you have the whole 9-to-5 thing going on."

"Haha," I said dryly. "What's up?"

"Well, today is Sunday. It’s our weekly `pizza and donut pig-fest' as Skyler has called it. We wanted to invite you," he said.

I raised my brow skeptically. "Did you suggest this or did Skyler actually invite me? He can be a little intimidating," I said.

Crew laughed. "I know; he can be sometimes. He seriously wants you there. He said you guys are ok now, and he would like to hang out. He even said he met your boyfriend, uh, Bryce is it? Skyler said to bring him along also."

I chuckled. "I don't know if Bryce will want to come along."

"Oh, you mean after Skyler and Zeke jumped him?" Crew asked giggling. "That was no big deal. They do that shit all the time."

"I don't know; it would be weird. I haven't seen you guys in such a long time. It's hard to jump right into your clique," I said, rubbing my forehead.

Crew sighed. "It's not like that at all. We're open to new people. Besides, you and the twins go way back. There's no reason to avoid them anymore. Storm is worried about you."

I snorted. "That, I can believe!"

"We're not some snotty group or whatever. Just come and hang out with us. It's free food and we can all meet Bryce. Come on, please?" Crew begged.

Even though I no longer had romantic feelings for Crew, I was definitely fond of him. I could just imagine his begging face, which was way too cute. But I didn't want Bryce to be uncomfortable. Crew was still my ex.

"Uh, let me ask Bryce first," I stalled.

"Ask me what?" Bryce mumbled sleepily, as he rested his head on my chest.

"Crew invited us to lunch with our old friends," I said, holding the cell away from my mouth.

Bryce frowned. "I don't know. Lunch with Crew? I mean he's your ex and everything. I don't know if I would be comfortable with that," he said.

I nodded in understanding. That did make sense to me. I wouldn't want to hang out with Bryce's ex-that is, if he had one.

"We don't have to, baby," I said, rubbing his nose with my finger. Bryce smiled.

"Hey Crew, I can't. Bryce said no," I said and Bryce grinned at that. He mouthed the word ‘whipped.’ I stuck my tongue out at him. Bryce retaliated by pulling on my ear.

Yeah, we were immature!

"Let me talk to him," Crew demanded.

"Crew," I started.

"Come on. Give the phone to Bryce," Crew said impatiently. "I have to go soon. Skyler wants me to get the sodas. You know how he gets when there is no soda. Now hand him the phone."

I turned to Bryce and handed him the cell sheepishly. "He wants to talk to you."

Bryce's eyes widened in surprise. He reached for the phone in a daze. I pulled the phone back at the last minute and pressed the speaker button. Then I handed it back to Bryce.

"Hello?" Bryce said tentatively into the phone.

"Hey, this is Crew," Crew said, his voice coming out loud and clear through the phone. "You must be Bryce. Everyone is looking forward to meeting you. We were all good friends with Hela. It would be great to hang out as a group together again."

"Yeah, it's just-"

"You don't have to feel worried or anything. There's nothing going on between Hela and me. He has you and I have Hiro. Don't you want to meet Hela's friends? See what he's really like?" Crew teased.

"What?" I asked into the phone.

Crew laughed. "Come on Bryce. You'll see that none of us are that bad. Skyler and Zeke will be there, too. You met them remember?" I heard the smile in Crew's voice.

"Yeah, I did," Bryce replied, but didn't get a chance to say anymore.

"It's pizza, Bryce! Lots and lots of pizza and it's free! Did I mention there would be lots and lots of donuts also? Just say yes?" Crew pleaded.

I looked at Bryce and even though Bryce had never officially met Crew, it appeared he was having trouble saying no to him as well. I lay on the pillows looking at my boyfriend in amusement. Bryce looked at me as if he wanted help, but I just smiled and looked away, clearly leaving the decision up to him.

I grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Whatever you want baby, it's ok with me," I murmured softly so Crew couldn't hear.

"We'll be there," Bryce said finally.

We heard Crew give a little cheer. We both couldn't help chuckling at his child-like enthusiasm.

"Lunch is around 1 at the twins’ place. Hela knows where it is. Later," and Crew hung up.

I took the phone back and put it on the dresser.

"You ok with this?" I asked.

Bryce shrugged. "He's right. I should meet your friends. I don't want to be one of those couples that never see anyone else besides each other. This can be good," he said, but he didn't look too convinced.

"Bryce, whenever you feel uncomfortable we can leave, ok? You just have to say the word," I reassured. Bryce smiled at me. “I love you," I emphasized `you'. "Crew is just a friend, a kid brother if you will," I added.

"Ok," Bryce said, leaping on top of me to smother me with kisses which I gladly received.

*************BRYCE************

As soon as the Asian guy that looked exactly like Skyler-except for his shorter haircut-opened the door, I was hit with the smell of pizza. My stomach immediately started growling and despite my earlier reservations about coming here, I was definitely ready to pack in the pizza.

"Come on in. You must be Bryce. I'm Storm," he said, holding out his hand and smiling.

I didn't know Storm but he had a nice smile and a calm, easygoing manner, unlike that crazy twin of his.

"Thanks," I replied smiling back and taking his hand.

Storm motioned for me and Hela to walk further inside and we followed him in. I noticed a blond guy that I at first thought was Zeke. Beside him was a pale skinned Asian guy with light brown hair and small eyes which he aimed at me curiously.

I opened my mouth to say something when I heard my name being called from behind me.

"Bryce!"

I spun around and saw two bodies coming towards me and leaping onto me. I fell to the wooden floor with a loud thud and groaned at the weight on top of me. If these were the same guys that had jumped on me last time, I was justified in feeling bruised. I was older than they were and these guys weren't exactly tiny little things.

I felt wet kisses on my face and groaned loudly. Then I saw the grinning faces of Skyler and Zeke looking down at me.

"Hey buddy, nice to see you again," Skyler said, reaching a hand to help me up. Zeke reached out another hand and together they easily hoisted me up.

"Can I have a towel or something?" I asked. Storm nodded while smiling as Skyler and Zeke started cackling loudly.

Skyler wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me to one of the leather couches in the living room. "Now don't be that way Bryce. We were just welcoming you into our group."

"I didn't get one of those," the Asian guy, beside the blond guy on the couch, said.

Skyler looked at him. "You want one?" He arched his brow seriously.

The pale kid shook his head and smiled. "No, no, I think I'm good," he said in a thoughtful tone and everyone laughed.

Zeke was immediately on my other side. He nudged my stomach to get my attention. He pointed to the blond sitting on the couch.

"That is Crew Jamison and before you ask, no, we are not brothers. We get that shit all the time. Next to him is Crew's man, Hiro Takashami. I am Zeke Masters and beside you is Skyler Chin, my man," Zeke said. Then he pushed me out of the way and lunged at Skyler, who easily caught him in his arms. Zeke wrapped his legs around Skyler's waist, as Skyler flopped onto the couch beside Hiro.

I was a little surprised. Everyone here was gay?

That was oddly comfortingly, yet strangely unnerving. I had never been in a room with so many gay guys before, especially a group who looked so, well, manly, and hot. I scanned the room and noticed that everyone here was smoking and had very attractive and unique features. None of them compared to my Helaku, but they came damn close.

Zeke had that naughty look on his face with a perpetual smirk. The eyebrow and lip ring gave him a hot, bad-boy quality. He and Crew both had short, buzzed blond hair; Zeke's was lighter, like mine, while Crew's was a dirty blond. Crew's eyes were a brighter shade of blue and wide, not to mention his lips which were red and full. Either way, both Zeke and Crew were really attractive.

Hiro was unique looking and exotic which drew my attention. He looked tall, long and lean, with slender fingers. Even sitting down, he exuded some sort of elegance. With his pale, flawless skin and light brown hair and eyes, coupled with his defined eyebrows and straight nose, he could easily pass for a runway model.

Yeah, I looked at magazines and noticed the male models.

The twins were hot also. Jesus!

Storm was wearing a tight, form fitting white sweater which, despite his pale skin coloring, looked good on him. It showed enough of his firm muscles without being overly gross or frat-guy looking.

"I know what you're thinking," Storm said smiling at me, "And no, we are not all gay. I'm straight."

"Yeah, he's not as cool as the rest of us," Skyler piped in as he cradled Zeke in his lap. "Although I still say there's a slight chance he can be as cool as us, if he just gave it a chance, right Stormy?"

Skyler hugged Zeke and kissed his cheek while Zeke looked at me. They were cute-even if they enjoyed slobbering on me every chance they got.

I saw that Storm just rolled his eyes and ignored the comments of his brother. I smiled in amusement.

"Come on guys, let's eat," Storm said, leading the way into the kitchen.

I was a little shocked at how much food there was. Well, there was only pizza and donuts, but there were enormous quantities of both. I wondered if they would have bought this much if they had not invited me and Helaku.

There were seven large pies, as if one pie would feed one person. There were also five dozen donuts and like, ten Pepsi bottles. I wasn't as young as these guys. I didn't know if I could pack away so much food in one sitting.

Storm saw my wide eyes and smiled. "You don't know Skyler very well yet, but he really packs in the food. We all manage to eat a lot, but Skyler is the only one that can manage about three meals in one sitting," he informed me.

I looked at Skyler as he shot his brother an indignant look. "Storm, I'm insulted. That's ‘four’ meals in one sitting," he said, rolling his eyes and holding out four fingers for emphasis. "Get your facts straight." Everyone in the room started laughing.

The pizza lids were opened. Everyone reached for a slice and for a few seconds the only sounds in the room were chewing and sipping of soda.

"So, you and Hela work together?" Storm broke the silence.

I nodded. "Yeah we met at the agency," I confirmed. "Back in June."

"How long have you guys been going out?" Storm asked.

I glanced at Hela and our eyes met. "We officially started dating in August but we spent a lot of time together as friends."

"In fact, we decided to move in together," Hela burst out.

I looked at him and we smiled at each other.

"Really?" Zeke and Skyler asked with great interest.

"Yeah, I already spend so much time at his place anyway; I don't really need a place of my own," Hela answered.

"So you're moving in with Bryce then?" Storm asked.

Hela shook his head. "We're going to look for a new place entirely."

"Why?" Storm asked.

I looked at Hela. Without even really looking at me, he seemed to understand what I was silently trying to communicate.

"We just decided a new house that we found and bought together would be more special. Besides Bryce's neighbors are really annoying," Hela deflected smoothly. I didn't know these guys too well. While they seemed nice enough, I didn't want to share any history about my father with them.

"How are your neighbors annoying?" Crew asked, licking his lips.

"The fact that we have them!" Hela joked. "They don't like listening to us, you know, into all hours of the morning."

I turned to him shocked and everyone cracked up. I blushed slightly when the guys glanced over at me, with renewed interest.

"Don't be embarrassed, Bryce. You're cute. If I were with you, I would be all over you too," Skyler said.

Zeke turned to him and pinched him.

"However," Skyler said, biting Zeke's neck, "I am not attracted to you at all! I am happily in love with this sexy beast here, so everything I fore-mentioned is just shit." He then kissed Zeke on the lips.

"I didn't know you guys were so serious," Hela said.

"When did you guys meet?" I asked, getting into the groove of the group.

"I visit Crew every year during all the school breaks. He, ahem, kind of ditched me last winter, so I spent all my time with Skyler over here," Zeke said.

"But we were just friends then," Skyler added. “Really good friends,” he drawled out, winking at me. Zeke rolled his eyes and elbowed his boyfriend before continuing.

"Yeah, we were only friends and strictly pen-pals in a way. We called, texted, emailed, that kind of stuff. I mean I went away to California for the summer. Then the semester started, so I was gone for like, eight or so months straight. It would have been too hard to start something solid. We grew pretty close anyway."

"But this past winter break Zeke couldn't keep his hands off of me, you know, cause I’m so sexy and all that, " Skyler said, spreading his arms around the table like some kind of pimp. "So we made it official."

"I think it was you who couldn't keep your hands off of poor little Zeke," Storm said. "These walls aren't that thick, bro."

Skyler smiled. "Perhaps you're right," he agreed thoughtfully. "It's hard for me to focus with this thing prancing around me," he added, rubbing Zeke's leg.

Indeed, it seemed as if both of them couldn't get enough of one another. Both of them certainly didn't mind the whole PDA thing.

"You guys all met in college?" I asked.

Skyler and Hiro nodded while Crew and Zeke shook their heads.

"Zeke and I knew each other from high school-sophomore year," Crew said.

"Best friends," Zeke grinned.

"I met the twins when I was 18, after I became a snowboarding instructor," Crew continued, "and I met Hela through them," he added quickly, avoiding my eyes. "We all met Hiro at the beginning of last semester. You know how Zeke and Skyler met," he finished. I saw Hiro take hold of Crew's hand and massage it gently, while Crew smiled.

But my attention was directed towards Skyler who was now holding a slice of pizza in one hand and a donut in another. No one else at the table seemed fazed by his actions, so I assumed they were all used to it.

"How old are you Bryce?" Skyler asked suddenly.

I blinked my eyes at the random question. "I'm 27."

When I said that, everyone became silent.

I became slightly uncomfortable. "How old are you guys?"

"We're 20," Storm answered.

"21," Crew piped in.

“22,” Hiro chimed in.

"21 in July! I can't wait," Skyler called out grinning.

Jeez, everyone here was so young. Then again, Helaku was going to turn 23 soon. His friends were closer to his age range, as expected.

"Wow, I feel old," I commented.

"Don't feel old. You're old enough to drink," Zeke said.

Skyler frowned. "What? We drink now."

"But illegally," Hiro said to him.

"Oh," Skyler said in mock understanding.

"Hey Bryce, are you up for a trip to the city?" Crew asked, but he looked at the both of us when he asked that question.

I thought about it. "I guess so, why?"

"Well, we have only a week before break ends and we wanted to do as much as possible as a group," Hiro said. I looked at him questioningly. "We'll have trouble seeing each other during the semester since our classes are all over the place and Zeke has to return to Boston," Hiro finished. I saw Zeke frown at the last statement.

"We'll make time to see each other," Skyler said to all of us, although he appeared to be talking to Zeke.

"We were thinking of seeing a show and then just walking around Times Square, maybe get something to eat," Storm added. “You know, just hang out.”

I nodded. "Sounds like fun," I agreed. "When do you plan on going?"

"Tonight," Skyler shot in.

I looked at him in surprise. It was Sunday and it was already two in the afternoon.

"Probably next Saturday," Hiro corrected, glancing at Skyler with amusement.

"That would be good for you guys since you work during the week. I mean you wouldn't want to do it Friday night, right?" Storm asked. Hela shook his head.

"Ok, next Saturday is good for everyone?" Storm said, addressing the entire group.

Everyone nodded.

"I'll look up tickets for a show," Skyler added.

"Hey, we should bring Bryce to that gay club we went to last time!" Zeke jumped in, smiling at me mischievously. Skyler grinned as well and winked at me, licking his lips.

I looked at him, slightly stricken.

Gay Club?

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"You guys have to get going so soon?" Storm asked.

We had talked more and watched some Dave Chappelle DVDs, but Hela insisted he wanted to move some things back to his apartment where we would stay the night. I knew he was worried about my Dad, so he wanted to stay on top of things.

"Yeah, but we'll be back soon. We'll only be two flights up," Hela reminded Storm.

"Yeah!" Skyler cheered. "Now we can visit you and Bryce more often," he said, winking at me. What was with all the winks?

Before Skyler and Zeke could stand up and jump on me again, Hela waved at them, grabbed my hand and led me out the door. I breathed a little sigh of relief. Skyler and Zeke were two very scary beings.

"Let's bring all the clothes and little things up. We'll worry about the furniture and kitchen stuff when we get closer to selling the house," Hela said, taking charge of the whole situation. I smiled as I gazed adoringly at his profile. He was even sexier when he took charge. Got me hot every damn time.

As we walked towards Hela's car, he squeezed my hand and kissed my forehead. "Did you have fun?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I actually did. This is the first time I got to hang out with a group of people in a long time."

"Good. So you're really ok with hanging out with them next Saturday, right?" Hela asked, his brow creasing with worry. "I know they can be in your face sometimes and force you to do something. Are you really ok with it?"

I laughed. "I'm ok with it. They're all really nice and funny. I know I don't have anything to worry about because you love me." I glanced at him. He smiled and leaned forward.

Hela kissed my nose. "That's right, I do love you." He paused and raised his brow. He looked at me mischievously, his green eyes sparkling with humor. "I'm also beginning to think that Zeke and Skyler love you, too," he said, teasingly. "Or at least are trying to rope you into some sort of threesome with them. I'm going to have to watch out for you."

I groaned as I rubbed my sore ribs from where they had collided with the wooden floor.

Zeke and Skyler.

Damn.