A Family Affair

Milo sat on his bed, scrolling through his notes. Exams were quickly approaching, as there was only one month left in the semester. And then summer break would finally arrive. In the meantime, he’d have to prepare, and his eyes were glazing over. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the small list of contacts. He sent a message to both Tyler and Ryan to see what each was up to. A few minutes he received a response.

Angelo: hey babe

Milo hesitated before answering. He sent back a simply “hey”.

Angelo: wyd?

Milo: studying

Angelo: we should study together

He added a winking emoji and Milo knew what that meant. It had been a week since he and Angelo were officially dating, but Milo simply wasn’t into it. The sex was fun, but he didn’t like Angelo in that deep way. Maybe he should get over himself and be glad someone paid attention to him. He barely made any friends so far, and the few he went to high school with all moved out of state or to a new city. Milo sighed and replied.

Maybe. My grandpa is coming to town today.

There was still no response from his brothers. He sat the phone down in frustration and resumed his studies. After about thirty minutes, he was nodding his head, barely falling asleep, when he heard the front door open. He went downstairs to see his grandfather, Gerald, entering the living room with suitcase and duffle bag.

“Well, look at you. Been a long time, huh?”

The man looked exactly as he remembered, perhaps slightly more tan. But nowhere as near as Milo’s light brown skin. He still had piercing blue eyes, just like Tyler. White hair underneath his baseball cap with shades tucked in his shirt collar the way Ryan did. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and sneakers. He was the same height as the rest of the men, with broad shoulders. With his father standing beside him, Milo felt as if he was staring at older versions of his brothers. His grandfather looked like an older Tyler, his father an older Ryan. As usual, Milo looked like the odd one out.

 “Yeah it’s been a while,” Milo replied. He walked forward and gave him a hug. He smelled faintly of spearmint.

“So, are you still in school?” Gerald asked.

“Yeah, one more month left.”

“Come on, dad, let me show you to your room.” John interrupted, taking the suitcase from Gerald. “Milo, we’ll be back in a minute.”

“Where’s he sleeping?” Milo asked.

“Tyler’s old room.”

Milo felt a pang in his gut. It felt like it wasn’t too long ago that his brothers moved out. He went back to his room. He sent a text to both Ryan and Tyler, who hadn’t answered his previous text yet.

Grandpa is back in town.

There was a thud against the wall above him. He looked up towards Tyler’s room. Maybe something heavy fell against the wall.

Ryan: I can try and swing by tonight. Playing a show in a few.

Milo had seen his brother play a few times. He often traveled, playing with a few bands here and there with old friends. He was pretty good on both drums and guitar. Milo smiled, remembering the many arguments between his brothers when Ryan would practice late into the early hours of the morning.

The thumping upstairs returned, this time in a short rhythm. It was only for a few seconds, but Milo wondered what was happening above him.

Tyler: cool. I’ll see when Natalie is free.

A surge of anger shot through Milo

Milo: or you can just come by yourself

He clicked the name, his thumb hovering over the Call button, but tossed his phone on the bed instead. The air conditioner had kicked on, so Milo got up to grab a jacket out of his closet. Something yellow caught his eye. It was the mom’s painting of the field of yellow daffodils.

It was stacked neatly with the other framed paintings. He kneeled down and touched them, his mind immediately filling with memories of sitting on his mother’s lap while she worked. Her apron splotched with paint, the colors smudged on her hands. He remembered getting into her supplies one day, and by the time his parents found him, he was covered in many colors like a rainbow. His mother simply picked him and carried him out of the studio, laughing the whole time.

He was pulled out of his memories by a knock on his bedroom door. He looked up to see his grandfather completely nude. Milo let his eyes roam over his muscular and smooth body. The barbell nipple piercings glinted in the overhead light. Even completely nude, his grandfather looked younger than his age. 

“John is about to order some food. You want anything?”

“Just whatever you guys are getting.”

Gerald kneeled down beside him. “Those look vaguely familiar. Did you do those?”

“My mom did.” Up close, Milo could see a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. He smelled as if he had just done a workout. It was slightly intoxicating.

Gerald nodded in understanding. “She was a nice woman.” He stood up, his large cock and heavy balls swinging back and forth. “Whenever you’re done, come join us in the living room.”

Milo watched his firm ass as he walked away.

The day passed by as the men ate and laughed. There were memories shared as movies played in the background. Before the sun went down, Gerald and John went outside to admire the garden. Gerald was eager to see what improvements his son had made to the backyard. Milo took that time to return to his studies. More hours had passed by and his brothers still hadn’t shown up. Milo had rejoined the men at the pool until night finally fell. His phone finally rang with a text message.

Ryan: come over. I need you baby boy.

Milo: are you not coming over?

Ryan: can’t. don’t tell them your coming here.

Milo stared at his phone. He knew what Ryan wanted.

“A friend wants to meet up,” he announced to the other two men.

“It’s pretty late. You going to a frat party?” John asked.

“Oh, the boy is still young.” Gerald said. “Have fun but be safe.”

“Thanks, grandpa.” Milo went to his room and quickly threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie. He forewent underwear. No use if it was going to get taken right off.

However, when Milo pulled up to Ryan’s place, it was filled with cars in the driveway and a few on the street. He joined the cars on the street and texted Ryan that he was outside. A few people were standing outside smoking but he could hear music blasting from inside. He suddenly felt underdressed and wished Ryan had told him he was being invited to a party.

After receiving no answer, he looked for his brother inside. He passed through throngs of people, some playing beer pong in the side room. There were wet spots on the hard floor, a few that looks like that had been stepped in. At the head of the table, he noticed one of Ryan’s roommates. He tossed the ball, missed, and the small group erupted in shouts. The roommate was a heavyset guy with a round face and a booming voice. It was the most animated Milo had seen him, as he’d only seen the guy either high or sleep. Ryan wasn’t part of the group so Milo moved on deeper into the house.

He migrated to the kitchen where another group of people were milling about, some coming in and out of the backyard. Milo glimpsed more people out there before the door shut again. Everyone had red solo cups or beer cans in their hands. He spotted another roommate. He was a tall yet athletic guy with a mullet and mustache.

“Hey aren’t you Ryan’s brother?”

Milo nodded. Out of Ryan’s three roommates, he was the only one Milo liked. “Have you seen him?”

“I think he went to the bathroom.” The roommate went back to pouring drinks for the surrounding group.

Milo headed off to the bathroom. He entered the short hallway and saw Ryan’s bedroom door cracked open with the light off. He knocked lightly and opened the door to see the room was completely empty.

“Milo.”

He almost jumped at the voice right behind him. Ryan looked down at him with a smirk on his face. His blond hair was in a wild mess on his head and his eyes were unfocused. He pushed Milo into the room and quickly locked the door behind them.

“You could have told me there was a party tonight.”

Milo tried to argue but Ryan threw him on the bed. His small body bounced and Ryan quickly climbed over him. He kissed his neck and grinned against him.

“I miss you, baby boy. Fuck, I need you.”

His words were slurred and Milo realized his brother was drunk. He most likely drank too much tequila. It was the one liquor to guarantee to get him horny.

“What about your friends?”

Ryan pulled his shirt off and snatched Milo out of his hoodie. He kissed and licked down Milo’s body, causing the younger guy to squirm and pant. Ryan continued to murmur words into his skin until he pulled Milo’s pants off. He quickly unbuttoned his own and pulled them down, his thick cock springing to attention. He picked Milo up and dragged him further up the bed.

“Ryan, wait.”

But Ryan was back to kissing and sucking his skin, nibbling on his nipples, licking a trail down his smooth stomach. And finally, he took Milo’s cock in his mouth and down his throat. Milo laid helpless under his bother’s strong hands. He grabbed Ryan’s hair and leaned his head back, hanging on for the ride.

“Ryan,” a woman shouted from the hallway. “Hey, have you guys seen Ryan?”

“Fuck, fuck.” Ryan shot up and pulled his clothes back on.

“Who’s that?” Milo asked. But instead, Ryan threw his sweats at him.

“Get dressed.”

“Yoo-hoo. Ryan.” The voice was closer to the door, followed by giggles and other footsteps. Ryan flipped on the light and ran a hand through his hair. He gave one last kiss to Milo before he opened the door.

“Oh, there you are.” The woman said. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and was surrounded by a three other girls. “And who is this cutie? Am I interrupted something?”

“No, this is just my brother.”

All the girls looked surprised and immediately began inspected him. Milo fidgeting under their stares.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother,” one girl said.

“He must be the cute, younger one,” another said. The girls giggled again.

The blond one stepped closer to Ryan and put a hand on his chest. “Well, when you’re finished with your family meeting, come back outside. We’re not finished.” She trailed her nails down the side of his face.

Ryan caressed her arm. “I’ll be right there.” He gave her a smirk and the girls cooed behind them.

“I have to go. I was just leaving anyway.” Milo headed for the door.

“Wait a minute,” Ryan said.

“I’ll call you later.” Milo pushed through the group and out of the house. He practically ran to his car, threw it in gear, and sped back home. He sat in the driveway gripping the stirring wheel. Whenever one brother made them angry, it was comforting to run to the other. But Tyler wasn’t there. Milo sent him a text.

So you’re not coming either.

He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing.

Tyler: I’m sorry

Milo: is it because of Natalie?

Tyler: I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable

Milo stared at his phone and then looked back at the house. He tried to remember how that first meeting with her went. He remembered he left early, but didn’t think he made her uncomfortable. Maybe he did. He typed out a message, but called instead.

“Milo, what?”

“So you’re not coming over? Did she say something?” Milo tried to keep his voice even, but the frustration was bleeding through.   

“It’s not that easy,” Tyler whispered.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Look, I have to go.”

The line went dead. Milo threw the phone and it bounced off the floorboard and against the passenger door. He laid his head on the stirring wheel. It felt like his brothers were quickly leaving him behind and he was being replaced with women who apparently had something he couldn’t provide. He stayed in the car until his rapid breathing finally subsided. He finally entered the house and passed into the living room to see his father sitting alone.

“Did you have fun?” His father asked. 

“Not really. Where’s grandpa?”

“He went to bed. He’s had a long day on top of his flight, so I don’t blame him.” His father stood up and stretched, the lean muscles stretching and contracting. He was completely nude, a rare sight for Milo. In fact, the last time he had seen his father nude was the last time his grandfather came to visit a few years ago. And even then, he would keep a pillow or towel in his lap. Milo’s anger quickly  dissipated. His eyes followed the happy trail of brown hair from his father’s chest down the short bush below.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave milo a tight hug and kissed his cheek. He then retreated to his room, Milo’s eyes following him the whole time.

Milo went to his room and headed straight for bed. He fought the urge to head to his dad’s room and climb in the bed. It would be awkward if his grandfather found him in bed with his dad. It would be another lonely night, just like any other.