A Family Affair

He finally did it. He turned in his final exam and then sped to Tyler’s place. It was the perfect way to end the school year. He read the text again before heading up to the apartment.

Tyler: come right in, the door is unlocked.

Milo climbed up the stairs and walked through the door. He locked it behind him and noticed the living room was empty.

“Tyler?” He softly called out.

“In here.” A voice replied from the bedroom.

Milo walked down the hall and entered the bedroom to see Tyler sprawled out on the bed, already erect and slowly stroking himself. Milo’s mouth watered as his eyes roamed down his brother’s body. Tyler was letting his beard grow, the black hair framing his face nicely. The hair on his chest was fuller, the trail down his abs more prominent as well. His thighs and biceps were still just as bulky and strong. And finally, his cock glistened in the afternoon sunlight as he glided his fist up and down.

Milo undressed and climbed on top. The boys kissed each other, their tongues swimming around one another. Milo trailed his fingers through Tyler’s hair as Tyler traced his fingers down Milo’s back. He traveled down his spine, massaged his butt, and then slid his fingers in Milo’s hole. The younger man opened his legs wider, giving more access. Tyler let his fingers probe and explore. Soon, the men were moaning in each other’s mouths.

Suddenly, Tyler broke the kiss and laid Milo on his stomach. Milo whined but quickly relaxed as Tyler licked down his neck and back, kissing and nipping his skin along the way. He traveled down, peppering kissing and  small licks on each of Milo’s butt cheeks until he finally spread them. Milo felt a warm wet tongue lick his hole, swirling around and around until it finally probed inside. Milo groaned at the sensation and tried to spread his thighs even wider. He could feel Tyler continuing to nip at the flesh before diving his tongue deeper inside. Milo ground against the bed, the pressure building inside him as Tyler ate his hole. It has been so long since anyone did this to him, let alone his brother. Soon, Milo was begging him for more.

Tyler continued to open him up with his tongue until Milo was totally relaxed and ready. Only then did he lick his way back up Milo’s back and neck. The men kissed as Tyler slowly pushed his cock inside. He didn’t stop until his massive balls rested against Milo’s. He moved in and out, keeping a slow rhythm that drove the younger man wild.

“Give me more, please,” Milo begged. He pushed up against Tyler, but they were small movements as his brother’s bulk kept him pinned against the bed. But Milo didn’t mind. He loved being underneath him, his body pressed against the bed as his brothers had their way with him. It made him feel more loved and protected.

Finally, Tyler picked up the pace. The bed rocked until the headboard softly knocked against the wall. Milo groaned louder as Tyler huffed harder in his ear. His thrusts became deeper and harder. Soon Tyler sped up and grabbed Milo by the waist, slamming him harder against his cock, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room. Milo moaned into the pillow, loving how his body was being handled.

But just when Milo thought he was ready for the climax, Tyler stopped. He shifted Milo around until on his back and began a brutal pace. He placed his hand around Milo’s throat and this was the final touch. Milo came so hard that cum splashed against the headboard behind him. A streak landed in his hair, the rest on his chest and Tyler’s arm. Tyler threw his head back and pounded into him with wild abandon until he finally dumped his seed deep inside. Their bodies were sweaty and spent. Tyler finally released Milo’s throat as he gently collapsed on top of him

The boys laid still, catching their breath. They shared a few kisses, but it was more like breathing into each other. It didn’t matter. It had been too long since they had a passionate fuck like this. Milo felt more loved than he did before, and he felt like something deep inside him was slowly clicking in place. Right now, nothing else mattered except for the touch of their bodies, Tyler buried deep inside him, his muscular stature draped over him as protection.

“How’d that feel?” Tyler asked.

“Amazing.” Milo felt like he was floating, his mind still in a blissful haze.

“You feel better than yesterday?”

“What do you mean?”

Tyler raised up in his elbows. “You and Ryan. You know he didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Milo stayed quiet. He turned his head away from Tyler and kept his eyes closed.

But Tyler continued. “He feels bad. At least talk to him.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Tyler kissed his check and nibbled along his neck. Milo squirmed underneath him, spurring Tyler to slowly rock back and forth, his cock still buried inside. Milo shifted his hips, preparing for round two.

Just then, the front door opened.

“Hey babe I’m home.”

Tyler jumped up and dragged Milo along to the bathroom, snatching their clothes from the floor. Tyler quickly wiped his body down and then pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tank top.

“Hurry and get dressed,” he told Milo before exiting the bathroom.

Milo wiped himself down as much as possible. His hands and knees were trembling. He strained to hear the voices down the hall in the living room.

“You alright?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah, I was working out.” Tyler said.

Milo slowly pulled on his jeans and T-shirt, and crept out the bathroom. He took a deep breath before making his presence known.

“Oh hi Milo,” Natalie greeted him. She had on some green scrubs and her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

Milo mumbled back.

“I didn’t know you were here. Let me freshen up a bit.” She gave him a smile and headed down the hall.

“Well, he was just leaving.” Tyler said.

Natalie stopped and looked at them with a puzzled look. Milo simply waved and made his way to the front door. Tyler walked him out.

“I’ll text you,” he said before quickly closing the door behind Milo.

Milo drove home, the knot in his chest not letting up. He hoped Natalie wouldn’t suspect anything. But then again, maybe Tyler wouldn’t be in this predicament if he had just stayed home or skipped meeting today. Maybe they should have met up next Thursday instead. Then another thought occurred. Perhaps he could figure out a way for them to meet at home instead. It wouldn’t be too hard to sneak around his grandfather while their father was at work. Plus, now he had more time since he was officially on summer break.

But that uncertain feeling was still there. Maybe they were going too far, getting in too deep. Ryan’s words kept ringing in his head. Maybe it’s time to move on, his brother had said. Milo pulled into the driveway, sighing as he shut the engine off. His head was still spinning with thoughts when he finally got out the out the car.

He entered the house and saw duffel bags packed on the couch. He had even more questions when he saw his father and grandfather walking down the hall towards him.

“Hey Milo,” his grandfather greeted with a quick smile. His father simply nodded to him as he grabbed the bags.

“Where are you going?” Milo asked.

His father took a deep breath. “Just going up to the cabin, me and your grandfather. We’ll be back Sunday.”

“You get the house all to yourself.” His grandfather was still smiling, but something felt off about it to Milo.

“Dad, can you put these in the car?” Milo’s father, John, handed the bags to his father. He walked out the door, leaving John and Milo alone.

“Hey son, I was thinking about something.” He rubbed his neck, avoiding eye contact. The knot in Milo’s chest only tightened, a cold feeling settling in his stomach.

“I think I might move soon, maybe like in a year or so. I’m not sure.”

“Why? Where to?” Milo asked.

John shrugged. “Well, you boys are moving out on your own. And I’m sure you’ll want your own place soon.”

“I still have a few years left, though.”

John stood with his hands in his pockets. His father seemed uneasy, like there was something else bothering him.

“I was talking with dad, and he made a good point. Sometimes things need to change. You boys are growing up…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I hadn’t thought it all through. But just thought I’d let you know.”

Milo looked off to the side, not sure how to process what his father was saying. It felt like life was rushing past him, everything changing way too fast. Again, Ryan’s words were echoing in his head. His father touched his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“I’ll be back okay?” And with that, he headed out the door.

Part of Milo wanted to ask if he could join, but he stayed there staring at the door. He looked around the living room, feeling lost and unsure. He wasn’t keen on moving into the dorm on campus. His father never mentioned moving before, even after Ryan moved out. He sat on the couch and stared out the backyard, the low trees blowing in the breeze, the pink, red, and gold flowers shining bright in the sunlight. The pool shimmered with light ripples across its surface.

Milo pulled out his phone and contemplated texting Ryan. Perhaps he needed to give him a chance to apologize. It wasn’t like they had never fought before. Just then, a text came through.

Angelo: hey babe, what you doing?

Milo: nothing. Just at home.

Angelo: we should go out. I have a friend throwing a party in a bit. I can pick you up.

Milo bit his lip. A party was the last place he wanted to be. But maybe a distraction is what he needed.

Milo: I’ll drive. What time?

A few hours later, Milo pulled up to a house right across from his college campus. It was a row of houses normally rented by students, with a few elderly neighbors that didn’t mind the occasional parties from time to time. The sun was low in the horizon and there were already several cars parked down the street. It seemed multiple houses were throwing parties, including the fraternity houses not too far away. Although it was the end of the school year, Milo wasn’t feeling festive. He still had an icy feeling in his stomach. He texted Tyler if everything was okay, but he hadn’t yet received an answer. A few people laughed and stumbled down the street, apparently already having too much to drink. Milo sighed and texted Angelo before getting out the car.

The house was very similar to Ryan’s but way more decorated. There were pictures and posters hanging on the wall in frames, many of them celebrities or kitschy phrases and pictures. It was better than bare walls like he was expecting. But most of all the place was not as nearly packed as Milo expected. A group sat on the couch, absorbed in their own conversation. There was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and the room was bathed in dim light that switched colors every few minutes. He traveled to the kitchen, which had the same dark party lights and out into the backyard. He immediately spotted Angelo, who wasn’t wearing his beanie, and was dressed in a tight shirt and even tighter jeans. Milo had to admit that he looked good with his curls flowing through the soft breeze. He threw his head back and laughed with a friend before noticing Milo approach.

“Hey babe.” He grabbed Milo by the waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “How’ve you been?”

Milo shrugged and mumbled a reply.

“What’s wrong?”

Milo shook his head as he looked off into the distance.

“Come on.”

Angelo took his hand and headed into the kitchen. He poured some green liquid from a punch bowl into a plastic cup and handed it to Milo. The liquid burned down his throat and he briefly wondered what liquors were in it. He could taste whisky but also another that could be vodka or tequila. It was definitely a trash punch that he would regret drinking later on. Angelo tried to talk to him, but he could barely hear any words over the music from the living room. He simply nodded along until a few more people piled in, striking up a conversation with Angelo. Milo stood there glancing around, wishing he could slip outside for a while. He barely recognized the people talking around him. Perhaps they were also music students.

After a few minutes, Angelo dragged him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

“I know what will make you feel better.” He took the cup from Milo and sat it on the countertop. He then leaned forward and tried to kiss him.

Milo turned his head. By the time he realized what he’d done, it was too late.

“What’s going on?” Angelo asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Milo shook his head and picked his glass up.

Angelo snatched it from him. “We haven’t seen each other in three weeks besides algebra, you don’t answer my texts, and when you do, you have an excuse why we can’t hang out.”

“I’m just going through a lot.” Milo crossed his arms over his stomach, shrinking into himself.

“So why can’t you tell me what’s going on?” There was a pause as Angelo stared at Milo. “Is there someone else?”

Milo looked at him, unable to answer him. Finally, he shook his head slowly. “No?”

Anglo squinted his eyes. “You’re lying to me.”

“It happened before we got together.” That was as much of a confession Milo would give him.

Angelo crossed his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Milo had never seen Angelo upset. His normal jovial face and sly smile was now replaced with a scowl. Milo reached out to touch him, but Angelo jerked away.

“I didn’t know how. And besides, he’s with somebody else. So it’s not like it would anything work out between us, anyway.”

“Between me and you, or between you and this other guy?”

Milo hesitated. “I care about you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

The men stared at each other. Milo’s thoughts raced as he tried to think of something to say. Angelo’s jaw was tensed, his arms still crossed over his chest. After a few seconds, he reached over and handed Milo his cup. Milo accepted it, his hands shaking.

“Fuck you, Milo.”

Angelo threw the door open and rushed out the bathroom. Milo slowly closed it and bit his lip, trying hard to keep the tears at bay. He wiped his face and crossed over to the counter, downing the drink. And then he looked at himself in the mirror.

Out of all the sudden changes happening in his life, hurting Angelo was the one he never intended to happen. He should have been upfront with him from the beginning. The man had been nothing but nice to him, and while he enjoyed their friendship, he knew deep down that he never wanted a relationship with him. There was no spark between them, just quips and quick fucks in the bathroom or at the park. But maybe Milo was being too picky, too selfish to appreciate what he had. Or maybe he was too hung up on his brothers to finally move on. Milo wiped his face and made his way out of the house.

His phone buzzed as he parked his car in the driveway of his home. He took a deep breath as he tried to think of what he could say to Angelo to make him forgive him. His hands were still trembling as he drew the phone out of his pocket and read the text message.

Tyler: I don’t think we should see each other for a while. Natalie is suspicious. I don’t want to hurt her.

Milo laid his head on the steering wheel and let the tears fall.