Taking a Hard Right

Collin’s POV

It was like a day. I mean this guy, his fuckin car, waking up with my head on his chest this morning and just him. The music he played was some stuff I’d never heard. He fell asleep and I watched him as I drove. I watched him sleeping after I parked, used his code, and turned in the driver’s seat just to watch him more.

His hair was kind of brown with some blond, his nose was straight between firm cheeks. Ryan had puffy pink lips above a square jaw, and looking down his body was just perfection. One hand rested on the console and the other was covering his crotch that I really wanted to see again. My eyes were glued to that and when he squeezed I looked up to see his eyes looking at me with a smile.

I mean it was silent, his smile grew and then dimples as I’m sure my face was turning red being caught. He groped himself with his right hand and wiped his face with the other. I mean talking with your eyes is something I knew how to do but his spoke volumes looking at me. What was he trying to say???

I knew it was wrong watching him jack off; that big cock of his. I was a guest for Christ's sake. But there was no way I could have walked away before he came. It was hot as fuck watching him in the mirror and it made me hard. I’d told him about my one and only experience’s with a friend and I knew then I liked sucking cock; would have swallowed his cum if my mom hadn’t interrupted.

I eyed the shape when he lifted his hand, thought what it would taste like with his thick cream running down my throat. Then I realized I needed a place to stay, the job he could find for me, and I wanted to wake up with my head on his chest. “What?” I asked to his look.

“How long was I out?” And he looked at his phone.

“Only a few.” I lied.

He scrolled through his playlist knowing I had lied. His eyes were locked on mine again. “Suppose you’re hungry?” He asked.

“Not for food,” I told him with honesty. It made him smile.

We walked in the door and I guess for the first time realized just how this guy lived on the top floor; I hadn’t even noticed the hot tub on the deck. The pants he put on this morning were like a frame for his remarkable ass and his front was on display. He picked up his tablet.

It didn’t make a difference when it was; he was always working. He pulled his phone, “Hi Baby. Got your email.” And I listened. “It’s ok. How many times have I told you?” And he was quiet for a minute.

“What do you mean?” he asked turning.

“This isn’t about me; what’s going on with you???” And he listened. Wish it would have been on speaker.

“Don’t, Cass. You’re not that fat girl anymore and you need to stop acting like it. This boy sees you as you are today, the hot, fuckin, eighteen-year-old girl, you are. Accept it.”

I motioned I was going down the hall but stopped just out of sight.

“Fine.” He said. “He’s too fucked up for me.” He said to whatever she said.

“He is hot as fuck.” And I smiled.

“He saw me. I was jacking off. He watched.” And I smiled again.

“NO.,” he said to whatever she said.

“I will not take another bullet. That was a long time ago, Cass.” And I thought about what he said.

“He is just a kid, hot, yes. I don’t know what you want me to say?” And I listened still.

“Cass. You know I’m not a relationship kind of guy anymore. I just can’t.” And I wondered what he was talking about.

“Ok, you little phycology student. He died and I was fucked up but, It’s too soon.” And I could tell he was walking my way and I stepped into the bedroom he said was mine if I wanted.

“I just can’t let go, Cass.” And I wondered what he was talking about.

“Want to have dinner tonight? You can bring him? He said and another pause.

“I think he’s gonna be staying with me a while and you could meet him. Don’t freak.” I wondered how she knew about me or if I was even the person he was talking about.

“Don’t start, Cass. The dreams aren’t so bad anymore.” And I listened still.

“No. I haven’t done anything with them yet.” And I wondered what, ‘them’ was?

“If I’d have known, I’d have never called.” And there was a pause.

“No I haven’t talked to her; why would I? She wants to blame somebody for a bad thing and I refuse to be that fall guy. I fuckin near died myself.” And I could tell he was choking up.

“NO. I don’t need more sessions. I’ve been writing again. So before you really piss me off, The Club? 6:30? Luv you too.” And know I had to get down the hall before he caught me eves dropping.

Cass and her POV

My Brother. I have no idea how his head can hold the oversized brain or how his body contains his huge heart. You would think that Seattle was a safe place for two guys walking down the sidewalk holding hands. I mean just seeing them together was like watching love in motion.

I guess it was just one of those things ‘wrong place at the wrong time’. Ryan stepped up taking a fist to the face and fell backward knocking Robby down behind him then took a bullet to the chest. And as it passed through his body entering Robby’s, it severing his spine; he bled out in minutes.

They laid my Brother open to repair the damage and he was in therapy for months. He has bad dreams now, some from what happened, others of what might have been. He’s complicated and at fifteen, I knew then, my brother and his friend.

Rye was as straight as it cums; Robby was too. But what was between them, wasn’t? They were chest bump guys, knuckles pounding with flashbangs. They dressed alike, adorned with bling, Ryan loved buying him shit. He was out for three days and I was the one to tell him; I’d talked to his doctor and he got a shot to keep him from hurting himself.

I hate to see my big brother cry and what I saw was way more than that. He acknowledged what was said, I saw the way he was breathing, his face, and the big tears. I don’t think he wanted to live without him. But live he does. Ryan turned in on himself, grieved like no one I’ve ever seen before. The loss showed in his slow recovery.

My nineteen-year-old brother now had a zipper scar going up his chest as a reminder of what pain and suffering was like. We were close and I put him on a pedestal, it would take a guy like him to ever get in my pants, and honestly hoped it would be him. I mean we are brother and sister, I’d caught him jacking his junk and he’d caught me in similar conditions.

I knew when he texted me yesterday, the way he talked about this boy. He picks up strays. My brother wants to find again what he’s willing to die for.

To be continued.