After my run-in with Taylor I walked back into Ethan's room. Closing the door I flopped down onto the bed. Ethan sat down beside me and leaned over brushing his lips across the nape of my neck. The last thing I needed was to be aroused this early in the morning. I quickly sat up knocking my head into his.

"Ow, why'd you do that?"

I placed my hand on his forehead, "Sorry, but not right now." He gave me a confused look. I pressed my lips against his gently. "I think I should go."

"Why?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm way behind on some things for school." I didn't like lying to him but there was a lot weighing on my mind that I wouldn't be able to sort through here. I changed back into my own clothes, gathering up my things I started heading toward the door. I thanked Mr. and Mrs. Brandt for the dinner and for letting me stay over. Taylor had already left, which was probably for the best, I didn't have the guts to face him then and there. To compensate for the abrupt departure I told Ethan that he could come and visit me later.

Ethan's house was slightly uptown from where I lived so there was quite a walk ahead of me. The air was beginning to get cooler as I walked home. On my way I saw a Starbucks and almost felt inclined to buy an overpriced coffee but I passed on it. It felt like every time I walked down the streets there was something new. There were buildings being torn down, replaced by huge condos. The neighborhood I'd loved was slowly disappearing. At around half past nine I arrived home.

My apartment resided in a four story walkup. I had gotten it for a steal because of my dads Connections in real-estate. It was a 900 squarefoot loft. When I arrived I immediately felt pissed. My best friend James was sleeping soundly on my couch. I vaguely remembered saying that he could crash at my place but not without warning. I angrily tossed my bag and coat at him. He tumbled off the couch and fell at my feet.

"What the fuck man." James curled up in a fetal position.

I rolled my eyes, "Why are you here?" I asked as I picked up my things and hung them by the door.

He stood up, "Didn't you say something like 'mi casa es su casa'?"

"No, doesn't ring a bell," I said flatly. He sarcastically pouted like a child who had been denied a toy they wanted. "Sorry, but I need time alone with my thoughts."

"Well I can stay here and you and your thoughts can still have their alone time." He poked my forehead repeatedly till I pushed his hand away.

I pointed toward the door, "Out."

"Fine," he sulked. "Just know if there is anything you need I'm here, well not here because you're kicking me out, but metaphorically I am."

"Thanks, just the offer is nice but I still want you to leave." Under normal circumstances I would feel guilty rudely dismissing a friend but he was probably here because he was hiding from his girl friend. When the lock clicked I finally felt at peace, in a sense. I lay down on the couch and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels I stopped on 'Groundhog Day.'

I began to wish that my day would automatically restart giving me a do-over. My mishap in the morning had made me very apprehensive about pursuing a relationship with Ethan. I didn't think Taylor would hurt his own brother but I was still on guard. The way he smirked was replaying over and over in my head. What was he planning; extortion, black mail? The over analyzing was turning me into a paranoid wreck. After fighting myself for about fifteen minutes I fell asleep.

It was about half past seven when I woke up. I checked my messeges, there were several voicemails from my mother; asking how I was doing and if I was eating properly. This got me hungry so I decided to get take out. I grabbed my keys and headed out. As I walked out the door I tripped over something nearly killing myself.

"Ash, I am so sorry." Ethan was sitting outside of my door. "So, where're you off to?"

"I was just going out. Do want to come or I could give you my keys and you could wait inside?"

Ethan put his book back in his bag and followed me downstairs, "I'll just go with you."

"So, how long were you out there?" I pointed back at the door.

"Oh, not too long, like 15 minutes. You said I could come over but I know now that I should have called." His face flushed slightly so he turned away.

He was too cute, "Well, I'm still sorry that you had to wait outside."

"It's fine, as long as I get to see you."

I gave him a you've-gotta-be-kidding-me-smile and tousled his hair. "Where do you learn those lines?"

Ethan put his arm on my shoulder, "You know you love it."

He was right, I did love it. We loitered in the entrance of a small Chinese restaurant while waiting for food. I struggled to make conversation so I just asked him about school; how his studies were going. He was an average student preparing for the SAT's. I gave him pointers and study tips from what I remembered when I had taken them. When we arrived back at my apartment the TV was still on. Ethan picked up the remote and changed the channel to 'Family Guy'.

At about eleven o'clock I had to go into the hallway and throw out the trash. Between the walk back and putting the dishes away Ethan grabbed me, pinning me against the wall. He pressed his lips to mine and pushed his tongue in my mouth. I hadn't expected him to make the first move but I had no intention of stopping it. Our legs got tangled and we fell down on the floor just short of the doorway.

He apologized for tripping me and tried to get up but I held him in place. Climbing on top of him I leaned over kissing him again. He bent his knee which gently brushed against my crotch causing me to gasp. I stood up leading Ethan into the bedroom. He pulled me into a deep kiss digging his fingers into my hair. His tongue probed deeper into my mouth as he rolled on top of me. My cock was growing harder and there was a small amount of precum leaking from the tip. Ethan began stoking it through my underwear. Clearly he had gotten over his inhibitions from last night.

I grabbed his arm tightly, "...feels good…" my voice trailed off.

Ethan scoffed, "That's kind of the idea." He continued stripping all of my clothes.

He slowly worked his way down my body tracing the contour with his tongue. I felt the heat from his breath just above my erect cock. He looked perplexed and was breathing heavily.

"Hey," I lifted his head up, "you don't need to do anything your not comfortable with."

"Ash, don't patronize me." He took the head of my cock in his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair slowly guiding him down. He gagged a bit but still continued. When I could feel my self about to climax I attempted to push Ethan back.

"Stop, I'm about to--" My body spasmed as I came. Ethan released me and droplets of cum coated my stomach. I got up and walked to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bed when I returned. He pulled me back down onto the bed.

"So what do we do now?" Ethan asked as he wrapped himself around me.

I felt a bit surprised, "Do you want to have sex with me?" I could see that he was in a similar state of arousal.

"Yeah, I'm not going to force you but I figure that's what you with someone you love."

This made me smile. I freed myself from his grasp and crawled over the nightstand. "Have you ever had sex?" I looked for the bottle of lubricant in the nightstand.

"I've had plenty of opportunities but never felt like it was the right person." He acted like such a child but I guess that was what I loved about him. Ethan came up behind me we began kissing again. He squeezed out some of the lube onto his fingers and pressed against my opening. I tried to open myself up to him.

"Ethan, take it easy."


I jolted slightly when he pushed further inside, "Have you done this before?" I asked wanting to humor him.

"Nope," He smiled at me. I felt the head of his cock brush against me. "Can I?"

I nodded. He began to thrust himself inside slowly. Ethan could see my eyes tearing so he asked if he should stop but I told him it was okay to keep going. He kept his hands on my hips keeping my body in sync with his movements. I pulled myself up holding on to him tightly. Our breaths got quicker and I was getting close to coming even though I had a short while ago. Ethan fucked me harder and faster increasing the pleasure I was feeling.

"God yes. It feels good," I whispered in his ear. This sent him over the edge because shortly after he slammed me down hard. I arched me back and could feel his cum spurting inside of me. This caused me to blow my load between us. I fell backward allowing him to fall on top of me. Neither of us said anything until we could catch or breaths.

I looked over at him, "You should probably take a shower." There was a thin layer of cum covering his midsection.

"Are you going to?"

"No, I'm too tired." I slid underneath the covers and Ethan did the same.

"Well, I'll take one in the morning. I want to stay here with you now, if that's okay."

"Sure. You don't need to ask for my permission on everything. Lovers don't need to do that." He seemed set at ease when I said this. 'I love you' were the last words I uttered before falling asleep.

I woke up the next morning with the sun streaming in the room. Ethan still had his arms around me from the previous night. It was about 9 o'clock so I decided to hop in the shower and make breakfast. There was just some cereal and coffee but it would suffice. Just as I sat down the door buzzed.

"Hello, whoever it is better have a good reason for coming so early in the morning."

The voice sounded garbled but I could tell who it was, "Yes, I've come to visit my brother who has been lodging here since last night." Taylor, it was time to face the music. I pressed the 'unlock' button. I sat in front of the door listening for the footsteps outside. The doorbell rang so I opened it and without looking back I walked into the kitchen.

"So why are you here?" I asked.

Taylor looked through the cabinets and found two mugs. He poured coffee for himself and me. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by."

"Your brother is still sleeping but I can go wake him up." I felt no reason to feed him lines of crap when I knew this was a confrontation.

He smiled. "I'm not here to beat you to a pulp or anything. I personally don't care if you're gay or my brother is. I just want to know why."

"Why what?"

"Why you chose him. You clearly considered me a viable candidate but you chose him." He talked like a fucking psychiatrist.

The last thing I needed was an overprotective brother poking around my business. I downed the entire cup before answering, "Well, I didn't know if you were gay. And even if you are I made my decision. Your brother is a nice kid and I don't intend on hurting him." I had no idea why I was telling him all of this.

"Why would you think I was implying that?" Taylor got up from his chair and stood behind me. "On the contrary, you seem like a nice guy but I just don't think you two are a smart match." He had an arrogant look about him which just rubbed me the wrong way.

"That is none of your business." I couldn't believe that I was treating him like the younger brother now.


Before I could respond he had pushed me against the counter and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue pushed deeper inside and I made no attempt to stop him. For a moment I stood still, confused as in what to do. I shoved him away after a few seconds.

"Leave." I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

"Fine but I'll be seeing you again soon." He poured his coffee into a plastic cup next to the sink and then walked out the door.

I tiptoed over to my room to see if Ethan was asleep, he was. Taylor's sudden appearance had thrown me for a loop. If he was just making a practical joke then he was going to far. It's not as if I hadn't explored the idea of 'us' as a couple but I made my decision. I poured the remaining coffee down the sink and sat back down at the counter and lay down on the couch.


I'm sorry that it took so long for me to upload part 2. Truth be told there were just so many mental road blocks while writing it. I will upload the next one as soon as possible.




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