Andy's Little League Coach

Ethan was right.  He made some great cocoa; I’d have only called it wicked if he had poisoned us with it.  I made toast with my healthier version of cinnamon-sugar.  I used half as much sugar and the rest was stevia.  I used a lot more butter on Andy’s and so much of the cinnamon-sugar mixture that I could hear him chew it.  It was the way he loved it, and we usually only had it at Christmas, so I had no qualms about indulging him.

He had calmed down quite a bit since I had first stepped through the front door. We sat at the kitchen counter; Ethan had gone into the living room with his cocoa, and Andy whispered to me. “Chandler and I did it.”

I was surprised, just a little, that he would tell me that. I figured he’d tell me that they’d made out, maybe even that they touched one another. “You did what, Andy?”

Andy took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “He fucked me, and I fucked him.”

I bit my lower lip. My little brother, my almost thirteen-year-old little brother, took a dick up his ass before I did. Was I jealous? Yeah, I was fucking jealous as well as shocked. But I smiled. “That’s nice.”

“Nice?” Andy’s voice was a little higher pitched until he realized that Ethan could hear him. He lowered his voice again. “It was fucking awesome.” He chuckled. “Fucking is fucking awesome.” He took a sip of cocoa. “I mean, it hurt a little at first. Chandler’s dick is fatter than mine by just a little. He said it didn’t hurt when I stuck my dick in him, but you’ve got to try it. Unless you and Ethan already have.” He took a bite of the cinnamon toast. “This is so good.”

I saw his eyes well up again.

“I just had to tell someone, Benjie.”

I moved next to him and pulled his head to my chest. “It’s OK. I’m glad you were able to tell me. And I put extra butter and sugar on the toast. I know you like it that way.”

He smiled. “You’re my favorite brother.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Really. Even if I had another brother, you’d be my favorite.” He forced a smile.

“It warms my heart to know that.”

“Fucker.”

“Asshole.” I held him tightly.

Ethan walked into the room. “Y’all doing OK?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“I was thinking that I should head home.”

“No,” said Andy. “Don’t go. I’ve got Benjie to hold me when I need it. He needs you to hold him. I’m going to lay down on the little couch.”

“I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” I said as he left the room.

“Is he really doing OK?” asked Ethan.

“Yeah, he is.”

“And you?”

“I’m OK. Better when you ask.” Ethan put his hand on my shoulder as he stood behind me. “And is the hot chocolate the absolute best you’ve ever tasted?”

“Conceited jerk,” I laughed.

“I prefer the term ‘arrogant asshole.’ It’s much more elegant.”

“Yeah, alliteration is so much classier. Bragging butthole.” I turned and buried my head on his chest. He held me for several minutes, and then we went into the living room.

When my phone dinged and buzzed, I was groggy. It was two in the morning. I was in a half-sitting, half-slouched position with Ethan by my side. Andy was across from me, he was sprawled out on the love seat and sleeping softly.

I unlocked my phone and read the message. “Didn’t want to wake the house. Steve is out of surgery, things look good. He had a heart attack. The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours are the most crucial. I’ve called the school and left a message to let them know that you’ve been up all night, so you don’t need to go. Take care. Dad.”

“Love you. Thanks for keeping us up to date,” I texted back.

Andy woke up. I guess he’d heard the clicking of my phone.

“Uncle Steve had surgery; he had a heart attack. He’s doing OK now, but we have to wait over the next two days to see how he’s doing for the long haul.”

“But he’s OK now.” Andy rolled over.

“Dad says we don’t have to go to school,” I said.

I felt Ethan change position. He was looking at me. “Want me to carry him up to his room?”

“Will you come back for me?” I joked.

“Just try to keep me away.” He kissed the side of my head. He got up and I put my hand out for him to help me up.

We got Andy into his bed, and I pulled Ethan into mine. “Lay down next to me and hold me.” Ethan got onto the covers and pulled me down next to him. He spooned me as he hummed. His right hand cradled my head, and his left hand pressed into my abs. I could feel myself thicken at his touch, but I just wanted to sleep, nestled in him.

I’m not sure whether I heard him walk into the room while I was still asleep or simply sensed that he was there, but I opened my eyes to see my father standing next to my bed. I was still pressed into Ethan. He was breathing softly. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” said my father. I’m taking Andy to the hospital to see Steve. I was leaving you a note.” He lifted the notepad he had in his hand. “You were up pretty late; you go back to sleep. Steve is only allowed one visitor, and I knew Andy would be anxious. I tried to get your mother to come back to the house and get some rest, but she insists on staying there.”

“Call me if you need me to come to get her.”

“I will.” My dad turned and walked out of my room. I closed my eyes and was asleep almost instantly.

The next time I awoke, it was a phone call from Andy. He had seen Uncle Steve and was hopeful that he would recover from the surgery. He sounded so much better than he had the previous day. I prayed that all would go well, not just for Andy’s sake. As I said goodbye to my brother, I felt Ethan moving around behind me.

“What time is it?” he yawned.

“It’s ten. I should get up and clean up the kitchen, but I need to brush my teeth and shower.”

“I should brush mine, too. Will you share your toothbrush with me?”

“Fuck, no. You pervert. Your tongue licked my ass a few days ago. You think I want to let you use my toothbrush?” I jumped out of bed. “Yuck.”

“And you were sucking on my tongue just yesterday.” Ethan sat up.

“I’ll get you your own toothbrush, buddy. You ain’t using mine.” I laughed and went into the bathroom. I opened the second drawer between the sinks. “Do you want orange or green?”

“No purple?” He said as he came in.

“Purple’s mine.”

“Shit. What else do I have to give up for this relationship?”

“Fine.” I shoved my used toothbrush at him. “I’ll take the orange.”

“Wait. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want your toothbrush. It’s probably full of germs. I’ll take the green one.”

“Not the orange one?” I asked.

“I’m not going to take the one that you want even though I do like orange better than green.”

“I think I’ll shove them both up your ass and watch how much fun you have brushing your teeth then.” I turned on the shower.

“Well, if you want me to have the orange one, why didn’t you say so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Uggh.”

“And,” Ethan added, “if you’re going to be probing my ass with things, I’d prefer that you use your dick.” He touched the end of my nose with his finger. “Now brush your teeth so I can kiss you the way you should be kissed.”

I brushed, rinsed, and showered. Ethan showered with me, but I wouldn’t let him do anything but lather, rinse, and repeat. I stepped out of the shower first and swished with mouthwash while I dried off. Ethan was right behind me. I handed him a paper cup of mouthwash and finished drying. He waited until went to spit out the mouthwash to try to spit his out. We bonked heads, and he laughed. I wiped my mouth and stood tall and straight. I was trying to think of something smart-ass to say because of the head-bonking.

Ethan stood up and looked me directly in the eyes. The silliness of the previous half-hour drained away, and the only thing that remained was that strong attraction that pulled us together. Part animalistic in the rawness of emotion coupled with intellectual compatibility, we were linked to one another in a way that we didn’t quite understand, but we were certain it would stand the test of time and tide.

Ethan stretched out his hand. I reached forward and interlaced my fingers with his. Our palms met; my fingers, a little longer than his, closed and pulled him closer to me. My breathing increased in frequency; his head moved nearer and tilted slightly. His mouth opened and his glistening white teeth grazed over my chin. My dick went instantly erect.

As my left hand came up to touch the side of his face, he brought his right hand to his mouth and wet his fingertips with a thick layer of saliva. He released his grip on my hand and moved his hand down to my ass. I felt my cheek move and his finger press against my hole. He did not enter it, but he applied pressure to it in a pleasurable way to make me gasp.

I began to walk backward to exit the bathroom and return to my bed. He instinctively followed. His hands pulled back, and I pushed the blanket out of the way. I centered myself on the mattress, and he lay on me, between my legs, our stomachs and chests in complete contact, and he kissed me.

Perhaps it was our position on the bed, but his kiss was unlike any I’d had prior to that moment. His tongue met mine on the battlefield of love; they fought; they danced; they loved, and when they needed to rest. His arms pushed up on my knees, and my hole moved up until he was able to lubricate it with more saliva. He lowered me, and I felt his hardness push against my hole.

I’d dreamed of this moment. I took a deep breath and felt the stretch of his entry. He rocked gently back and forth, and I could feel the increasing penetration of his cock. As he reached the limit of his incursion, he began to take larger movements in and out of me. The sensations overloaded me. I felt tingles all over; I became lightheaded. I felt his lips move against mine, and I thought I would lose all semblance of sanity.

My legs were bent slightly at the knees and spread apart. We kissed as he moved in and out of me. His hands were on my shoulders; mine held the side of his chest. My fingers flexed and slowly crawled down his body until I had his ass in my grasp. I squeezed my fingers as he plunged deep inside. In response, he lifted his head and moaned. His grip on my shoulders intensified; he banged into me with more force until he seemed to try to push his entire being into me. He pulsed within me several times, and I felt something different, something exciting and wonderful within me.

Ethan was still inside me as he whispered in my ear, “I love you so much. I… I…” He looked down at me. His eyes got wet. “I am so lucky.”

His dick slipped out, and I felt his seed escape. “You are, but so am I; we both are.” Ethan moved into place next to me.

“I’m starting school in the fall,” I began to tell him.

“So where will I have to move? I should figure out if I can keep working from home. You know I have to go in once a week. I might have to look for a new job.”

“Fuck that,” he snapped. “We’re living together. And as a prelude to that, I want you to meet my father. How about this weekend?”

“OK. But, I don’t want to disappoint you; there’s just one problem with your plan.”

“What? Are you going to school in France or something?”

“Nope. I’m going to school here in town. You won’t have to move.”

“Here?” I saw him smile. “Maybe I can move in here. I can be a great help to your mom and dad.”