Sex in the Sky

*Chapter 3 – Cousin Benjamin*

Workouts. I love ‘em.

There’s something about watching a man work out that is highly erotic. True, muscular bodies are nice no matter what but I love watching how a man’s muscles pump and flex as they work the weights. It’s the way the veins stand out . . . . the curve of the muscle . . . the way it gives proportion to a guy’s body.

“I’ll spot you now, Mr. Carlyle.”

Damn! Jose’s comment broke my reverie and I was just starting to feel the beginnings of a nice erection.

“Jose, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Ryan. You make me feel like an old man when you call me ‘Mr. Carlyle’!”

Jose grinned and just shook his head. “Well, you are an old man compared to a young guy like me. But okay, no more mister. Just Ryan, okay?”

I laughed and lightly punched Jose on his shoulder. “Old man? You may be a young stud but I ain’t no old man. I like the word mature. It’s more elegant!”

Jose kept laughing and playfully punched me back. “Whatever. Now get your ass down there and do your reps. Or is the ‘mature’ man worn out already?”

I snorted and lay down on the bench. “Fuck you, Jose!”

Jose grinned but I’m sure had no idea just how much I really did want to fuck him. Talk about a body! Jose wasn’t huge but he looked damn good. Especially since his shape came from both the gym and just naturally hard work. Jose worked with the maintenance group at my company and he was kept busy with pretty physically strenuous work. Even in his work uniform, you could see his muscles teasing through his shirt. His pants showcased an ass that I thought might be worth investigating a little further.

I reached up to grab the bar and Jose moved behind me to spot me. I grinned as he moved into one of my favorite positions for my spotters. Flat on my back, looking up, my eyes could look at his crotch without being detected. And what a nice crotch it was to look at! I don’t know what Jose is packing there but he has a bulge that pushes the material of his shorts out pretty good. And tonight it was an especially nice site. Jose was wearing some basketball style shorts that were pretty loose and allowed anyone below them to get a clear view of what was inside. And what a coincidence . . . I just happened to be below him lying on a weight bench!

As I got near my last rep, I started to struggle a little with the weight. Actually, I could easily lift it but I knew what a little struggle would do for me. Sure enough, ole Jose came forward to help grab the weight and guide it to the holder. His shorts were almost directly over my face and my eyes had a birds eye view to the top.

Shit! My first site up his shorts showed some beautiful smooth thighs. As my eyes snaked upwards, I saw a hefty pair of nuts encased in what could only be a jock strap. Unfortunately, that’s all I had time for as Jose pulled the weight back and secured it.

“See, I toldja you were an old man! Hell, even I can lift that much weight!”

I laughed and let Jose think he was the stud. Little did he know that not only could I left that weight and more, that little struggle helped me decide that Jose was definitely my top straight boy candidate for a good fucking. I wondered how much of an old man he’d think I was when my cock was lodged up his tight little ass.

“Hey mijo, what’s up?”

A new voice came from my right and I turned my head slightly to get a look at this intrusion. It sounded like one of Jose’s running buddies and I didn’t have time for that right now. Thinking about Jose had made my cock begin to stand up and take notice and I didn’t want someone else to spoil my plans for getting it up Jose’s virgin hole that night.

“BENJ! Que pasa?”

Benj? Who tha hell was Benj? I turned my head further and saw a pair of massive thighs . . . smooth and heavily muscled surrounded by a tight pair of dark blue gym shorts. As my gaze went up, I almost shit a brick. The thighs came together at the crotch and a humongous bulge protruded from it.

“Nada, mijo. Just about to work out. I didn’t know you were a member here.”

“I’m not. Mr. Car . . . errrrr . . . Ryan brought me with him as his guest.”

When I heard my name, I sat up and looked up at the rest of the man attached to the bulging crotch and muscular legs. As I looked at him, my gaze was immediately attracted to the front of his thin t-shirt, which was struggling to hold some enormous pecs.

“Hi! I’m Benjamin.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ryan.”

Jose leaned forward and said “Benj is my cousin, Ryan.”

I was smiling so hard my cheeks were beginning to hurt. “Cool! You look like you work out a lot, Benj. Or do you prefer Benjamin?”

“Either is fine. I don’t really care.”

“So, you work out a lot?”

“I try to. I’m a cop and work out in our weight room a lot at the station. But, I enjoy coming here too because they’ve got machines they don’t have down there.”

Hmmmmmmmmmm. A cop. A cute, muscular cop.

“I hearya. That’s why I come here too. Do you bring your wife here with you?”

“I don’t have a wife yet. I mean I’m engaged but I’m not married yet. But she isn’t in to working out so I doubt she’ll be coming with me.”

Even better. A cute, muscular, straight cop about to be married.

I nodded, took a drink from my water bottle, and looked Benjamin over more carefully. He was about 6′2″ and weighed 215 pounds, which seemed to be all muscle. Besides his crotch, his shirt bulged at his arms and shoulders and I wondered if there was any part of his body that didn’t have muscle.

Benjamin started looking around the gym and said, “Damn, I hope I’ll be able to work out tonight. Seems all the machines are in use.”

As Benjamin looked around the gym, I turned to say something to Jose about our next exercise and saw him glancing down.

“Jose, you ready to do some running?”

Jose jerked his head up and he looked at me with an incredibly guilty look. I wasn’t sure but I thought for a minute that Jose was checking out Benjamin’s cock.

I laughed and said, “Hey man, you okay?”

Jose grinned sheepishly and said, “Of COURSE, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

I just shrugged my shoulders and decided to test Jose to see if he really was checking Benjamin out or if I was totally off the mark.

I tapped Benjamin on the shoulder and said, “I think that Isomax on the far left wall is open.”

Benjamin turned around to see what I was talking about. I turned away from Jose so he thought I wasn’t watching him. Little did he know that I WAS watching him! The mirrors on the wall were just as good for observations as they were for watching you flex. As I looked in the mirror, I saw Jose turn his head and look down at Benjamin’s ass. After a moment, he licked his lips and I could make out what seemed to be the beginnings of an erection in his shorts.

BINGO! Another cigar for the master!

I looked away and kept pointing out the vacant machine to Benjamin but moved towards Jose. As I got closer, I “accidentally” stumbled and tripped into Jose. He grabbed me and pushed me upright, but not before my hand brushed lightly over his crotch. Brushed over his HARD crotch that is!

Why the sly dog! Jose had a hard-on for his cousin!

Benjamin turned towards us. “Yeah, I think it is. I’m gonna book before someone else gets it. Nice meeting you, Ryan.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Benj.” I’m sure he had no idea what pleasure he was giving me.

“Take care, mijo! When am I gonna see you again?”

Jose grinned again and said, “Soon, man. I’ll call ya.”

“Okay. You better!” Benjamin said and started walking away. As he walked, I watched that tight, virgin cop-ass bunch and flex in the thin shorts. I could feel the heat in my loins as the blood rushed into my cock. Oh yeahhhhhh . . . it wanted to get up inside that sexy, hard, muscular ass in a bad way. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . it could get up TWO muscular asses at the same time!

This was a little bit more ticklish than my other conquests. Debjeet and Mario had given their ass up because they had something to hide. But Benjamin didn’t seem to have anything to hide. Plus, he was a cop! I could see me trying to get up inside his tight little hole . . . and then him putting the cuffs on me. I had to find some way to get his hunky little body without getting arrested. But how?

Or maybe . . . who?

I looked over at Jose and saw him still watching Benjamin walk away.

Ole Jose. It was hard for me to believe he was into guys the way he was always acting macho and talking about his girlfriend. But, unless my gaydar was waaaaaaaaaaaaay off the wall, this studly little latino had the hots for his cousin. Given Benjamin’s body, I didn’t blame him but his being at least bisexual certainly put him in a new light with me. Given the fact that I like getting straight men, Jose’s place on my list dropped somewhat, and I thought about whether I still wanted to try to get an ass that might or might not be virgin.

Fuck, then it hit me! This was perfect! I mean, instead of me finding a way to get Benjamin, I’d let Jose find a way! After all, it was obvious he lusted after Benjamin and he’d be just as scared to try something as I was. But . . . if he had someone who could HELP him get his muscular cousin . . . someone who was experienced in working out plans to get straight guys . . . someone who could assist him in getting his cock wedged deep in his cousins tight ass so he could fuck it into tomorrow . . . wellllllllllllllll . . . I’ll bet he’d go for it.

I looked at Jose carefully.

“You like Benjamin, eh?”

Jose started and looked at me.

“Whadda ya mean? Of COURSE, I like him . . . he’s my cousin.”

“I know. But it seems as if you like more about him than just being your cousin.”

A nervous look crossed Jose’s face, followed by a flash of anger. “What the hell you mean by that?”

“Jose man, c’mon! I saw you checking him out.”

“I’m NOT checking him out, dude.”

“You’re not?”

“NO, I’m fucking NOT!”

“Then why are you getting so hostile about it?”

Jose looked down and was quiet for a moment.

“I mean, it’s fine if you are.”

Jose jerked his head up angrily. “Man, I’m TELLING you . . .”

I quickly moved up close to Jose and put my mouth near his ear.

“And I’m telling you that if you play your cards right, you can be fucking your cousin’s tight ass within 48 hours,” I whispered.

Jose didn’t move and I kept whispering before he had a chance to say anything.

“I’m fucking serious, so shut the hell up and listen.”

Again, Jose kept still as I continued on.

“I know you want him and that’s fine. And I know you’re scared because he’s family and a cop, and that’s fine. But, what I really want to know is if you want me to show you how you can get him and fuck his brains out?”

Total silence. I looked down and could see Jose’s chest rising and falling as he breathed. I reached forward and lightly touched his cock through his shorts. Why did it not surprise me to find it was hard?

I pulled away from Jose and he looked at me. His face had a mixture of fear, combined with interest and I knew I’d pegged him right. Nevertheless, I waited to hear his answer.

“So, are you gonna answer my question?” I asked.

Jose looked carefully to the right and left, to see if anyone was listening. When he looked back at me, his wore a slight smirk on his face.

“What makes you think you know how to do it?”

BINGO! YEEEEEES! My humpy little latino had come through for me!

“Trust me Jose, I’ve done this many times.”

Jose’s face quickly became animated. “No shit? How many?”

I smiled confidently at him and said, “More than you can count on your hands, bud. And all straight men. Muscular, built, big-dicked, tight-assed straight men.”

Jose looked at me in admiration, smiled, and said quietly “Sweeeeeeeeet!”

“However, I’ve never done a cop like your cousin Benjamin.”

Jose’s face fell for a moment and I reached around him and put my arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to me.

“But I’ve got a hunger for some tight cop muscle ass. And I know just exactly how I’m gonna get it.”

Jose grinned again, playfully punched me in the chest, and said, “Okay. So tell me . . . how are WE gonna get it?”

Like I said. I LOVE workouts!

Two days later, my plan to get Cousin Benjamin was in full swing.

Early that morning, I saw Jose working on my floor. He was repairing an electrical socket in the hall and I casually sauntered over to him. As I walked up, he was still bent over trying to unscrew the socket cover. His pants were pulled up tight around his ass and I could feel my cock begin to get hard.

“So, are we still on for tonight?”

Jose looked up and grinned.

“Yeah. Benj gets off his shift at 7 PM. It’s Wednesday night, and he normally has a short workout before he goes over to Maria’s apartment.” Maria was his fiancée. “But I’m pretty sure he’ll go to his apartment to shower and change clothes before he goes there. At least, that’s what he usually does.”

“Good. If it all falls into place, we’re gonna have a helluva fuck tonight.”

“Man, I’m nervous about doin him like this. Benj will haul our ass to jail quick if we get caught.”

I laughed and just shook my head.

“Have some faith in me, Jose! I told you. I’ve done this lots of times. If you don’t lose your nerve, it’ll work like clockwork. BUT . . . you’ve go to do what I TELL you to do, WHEN I tell you to do it, no questions asked. If you don’t, we’ll both end up in the slammer. You understand?”

“Yeah.”

“If we go there, your ass will end up getting fucked a helluva lot more than Benj’s will tonight. On the other hand, if you play your cards right, you’ll have what you’ve lusted after for more than 5 years.”

“I know, I KNOW! God, I wanna fuck him so bad!”

I nodded at Jose and kept smiling. Little did he know that not only did I plan on fucking Benjamin, I was gonna get his spicy little latino muscle ass at the same time. Jose had told me yesterday that he’d had men want to fuck him before but that he wouldn’t let them. Well, tonight he would find out that he WAS going to get fucked whether he liked it or not!

Two virgins with one plan. Could life be any sweeter?

At 6 PM, Jose met me in the parking lot next to Benjamin’s apartment complex. I had scouted the complex the day before and it was a rapist’s paradise! The place had about 250 apartments but only about 100 of them were occupied. The units were on 2 stories and were spread out over a large area, making it easy for someone to move around undetected. Jose told me that Benjamin was saving money for his wedding and provided security for the complex in return for free rent. Benjamin’s apartment was near the back of the complex and the lighting around the units was either poor or non-existent. I guess Benjamin thought he was immune to trouble because he was a cop but this hubris would play right into my hands.

I had told Jose to dress in dark brown. Little did he know that he would stand out somewhat in the dark in the dark brown color. I, on the other hand, dressed totally in black. That way, if something went wrong, it would be easier for Benjamin to find Jose than it would me. As Jose got in my car, I noticed his jeans and t-shirt were tightly molded to his body. I smiled inwardly, thinking how much fun it was gonna be to rip them off later on.

Jose had a nervous expression on his face and kept looking around.

“Relax, Jose.”

Jose looked at me. “I can’t help it, man. We could go to jail for a long time for this.”

“Yes, we could. Which is why you need to chill and just follow thru with the plan.”

“I know, I know.”

“And just think how good Benj’s ass is gonna feel wrapped around that big cock of yours.”

Jose got quiet, laid his head back, and closed his eyes. After a minute, I snuck a peek at his crotch. He was hard and it was obvious that he really HAD thought about his cock up Benjamin’s ass. I grinned and just shook my head.

As dark started settled in, Jose and I got out and walked over to Benjamin’s apartment complex. There was nobody around as he and I walked over to the deserted laundry room. Around 7:20, I heard a car drive into the parking lot. A few minutes later, Benjamin came walking slowly into the courtyard, workout bag over his shoulder, heading towards his apartment.

I elbowed Jose, nodded towards Benjamin, and we began pulling on our ski masks and gloves. Inside the courtyard, it was like a cemetery. There was no sound, no movement, no lights. Time for the show to begin!

As Benjamin passed, Jose rushed out and tackled him around the thighs. Benjamin went down like a shot and I hopped over and got on top of his back. Benjamin had started to struggle to get free and I pulled out my knife and put it under his throat. He evidently knew what a knife felt like because he stopped moving immediately.

I leaned down and whispered quietly in his ear. “Move again motherfucker and I’ll slit your throat. You understand me?”

Slowly, very slowly, Benjamin nodded his head.

I motioned my head to Jose and he pulled the workout bag off of Benjamin’s shoulder.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Benjamin didn’t move. I moved off his back, leaned forward over him and pressed the knife harder against his throat.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, cop.” I whispered louder in his ear.

I could feel Benjamin tense up and begin to move his arms. It may be that he was alarmed that I knew he was a cop. Whatever the reason, he put his hands behind his back and lay there.

Jose pulled out a tie-strap and bound his wrists together. I put my knife away, got a ski mask and pulled it over Benjamin’s head facing backwards. After making sure he couldn’t see and was securely bound, I stood up and looked around.

Silence. No one knew what had happened. No one cared.

I nodded again at Jose and we leaned down and pulled Benjamin up. He was curiously compliant and didn’t struggle at all. I guess he was wondering where the knife was that was at his throat earlier. I pulled Benjamin down and whispered in his ear again.

“You did good. You keep being good and you won’t get hurt. But know one thing . . . if you try to run or make any sound, I’ll cut your heart out. You hear me?”

Benjamin nodded slowly and stood still.

I nodded at Jose again and he pulled Benjamin forward. I walked behind them, looking around to make sure nobody saw us. When we got to Benjamin’s apartment door, Jose stopped and leaned over to me.

“Where’s his keys?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Look in his bag. I’ll see if he has them in his pockets.”

Jose started rummaging thru Benjamin’s bag and I put my hand in the right pocket of Benjamin’s workout shorts, searching for the keys. As I felt around, my hand touched something full and solid in the lower part of the pocket. It was Benjamin’s cock.

Fuck! If it looked as good with his clothes off as it felt with his clothes on, I was gonna have a great ole time!

I found the keys in the left pocket and Jose opened the door. After he went in, I pushed Benjamin inside and closed the door.

Now . . . time for the game . . . to begin!

Pulling my mask off, I felt on the wall until my hand hit a switch. I flipped it and the lights came on. Benj was standing where I pushed him earlier and Jose was standing beside him, looking at me. I put a finger to my lips and Jose nodded his head.

I moved forward and pushed Benj farther into the room. His apartment was small but furnished well.

“Nice place, cop. You must do well for a living.”

Jose looked nervous and continued to watch me. I walked over to him and whispered “Don’t talk at all. He doesn’t know my voice but he DOES know yours. If you talk, you’re dead meat.” Jose nodded.

“Stay here and watch him a minute. I want to check things out.”

I walked back into Benj’s bedroom. The bed was unmade but other than that, it was pretty straight . . . not bad for a “straight” boy! An old dresser stood off in one corner. I walked over to it, opened the drawers and checked to see what Benj had.

“Thanks. I feel like it. My damn head just wont stop pounding.” Keith looked over at the TV with disappointment. “Crap, I missed the movie.”

“Try watching it and listening to you snore,” Scott commented with a yawn. Keith threw a pillow at him and he caught it with a grin.

Kelly poked Scott in the shoulder as he sat up. “What, like you weren’t dead to the world? You only woke up for the last five minutes!”

Jason looked down at the lovely petite red head on the floor. “Well, hello there. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Kelly made introductions, not missing the look Keith tried to hide. Jason appeared to hit it off with Toni remarkably.

“I’m hungry. Let’s heat up that soup we brought,” Scott said as he rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen. Kelly followed behind, knowing where Mike kept all of his kitchen wares.

Keith reached for the cordless phone next to his couch as it began to ring shrilly. “Hello?”

Mike looked up and watched Keith’s face go tight and pinched. “Who is it?”

Keith shook his head and threw off the blanket to rise off the couch. He quickly made his way upstairs to his bedroom for privacy.

Mike followed behind curiously, already knowing who it was on the other end. There was only one person who could make that much pain and distrust appear on Keith’s face.

“What do you want, Father?”

Mike leaned on the wall outside Keith’s open door. Eavesdropping was wrong, he knew, but he wanted to be there if Keith needed him.

“Father, I didn’t-”

Pause.

“Yeah, no, of course it was.”

Pause.

“Ah, I see. Well, how can I put this delicately?” Pause. “She can go rot in Hell while you are burning along side her.”

Mike gapped and stared at the doorway, careful to still stay out of eye sight. Keith was not one to lose his temper, especially not where his father was concerned. Mike had always known him to bow his head and accept his father’s will without much complaint. This was a whole new side to him!

Sneeze. “I’m fine, not that you care. It’s just a cold.” Pause. “What the hell does that have to do with anything? It’s not Mike’s fault I’m sick!” Actually, it was, but he wasn’t about to give his father the satisfaction of knowing he was even partially right. “Look, Father, I’m tired and I really don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s very apparent that you love her far more than you love me. No, I’m not trying to make this hard on you.” Pause. “I’m not being selfish! If I were being selfish I would relish that fact that I’m going to be the talk of next years Christmas party when I walk in arm and arm with my boyfriend and call your soon-to-be-wife Mommy-dearest! Yeah, let all her friends laugh it up that she has a step son practically the same age as her and he’s got a better looking guy than she does!”

Keith was steadily getting louder and Mike could hear his breath beginning to pant. “Yeah, you heard me, my boyfriend! You know, the guy that you stuck your nose up last night? Him.” Keith coughed, then his voice turned hard and almost cruel. “Believe me, I’d dare. You taught me well in that, regard.”

Mike’s heart couldn’t have felt more full. Guilt quickly followed to remind him how badly he hurt his boyfriend just hours before. He still had yet to be able to talk to Keith to apologize.

“Oh, yeah, well fuck your damn will! See if I care! Unlike your fiancée, it was never about the money for me, Father! All I wanted was you, you sick son of a bitch!” Keith’s voice caught in his throat as his father railed at him. The man really didn’t care. Somewhere along the line, his father had died as surely as his mother had so many years ago. “Fuck you, Father, if you can’t accept me. Fuck you.”

There was an audible click as Keith hung up the phone, but Mike made no move to enter the room just yet. There was a sniff, then an almost inhuman growl that turned into a furious yell, followed by a crash that Mike assumed was the phone hitting the wall. He finally took a step in the doorway, concern gripping his chest. Keith’s world was coming down around him and there was nothing he could do. “Keith?”

“Leave me alone, Mike,” Keith was pulling on a hooded sweatshirt with intermediate sniffles.

“Keith, we need to talk.”

“No, Mike, we really don’t. Not right now. I’ve had enough talking from everyone.” Keith pushed past him out of the room, Mike right behind him.

“Keith, don’t walk away from me. Please, we need to talk. Where are you going?”

“Out! Away from here. Stop following me or I swear to God I’ll knee you again!” Keith growled as he hurried down the stairs and headed for the door.

Scott looked at Kelly. “I think our little tiger is becoming quite fierce. Did he really knee Mike?”

Kelly sighed and watched Mike jump in front of the door, trying to block the exit. She instinctively knew where this was going. Never corner a tiger.

Mike yelped as Keith kneed him. He really didn’t think he’d do it! Son of a bitch that hurt! “Fuck, Keith!”

“I warned you, didn’t I? Don’t blame me for this, asshole!”

“Damn,” Jason said in awe.

“Oh, my,” Toni winced.

Kelly shook her head. “Never underestimate the underdog.”

Scott’s eyes grew wide. “No shit!” He shrugged. “Maybe he shows his affection this way?”

Mike leaned against the wall and gasped. He glared over at Keith who eagerly glared right back at him. “Please, Keith, you have to let me apologize.”

“You know what? I really don’t. I don’t really give a shit right now that you feel you have to apologize just to make yourself feel better.”

“Damn it, Keith! That’s not what I meant! Don’t treat me like an enemy here! I’m not your father, I’m your boyfriend!”

Keith’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he opened the front door with enough force that it slammed into the wall. “Than consider this our first fucking fight!”

Mike slid down the wall as Keith stormed out into the rain, pulling his hood up as he went. Silence dominated.

Toni cleared her throat. “Mike, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, this isn’t as bad as it looks.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it, babe,” Jason said as he rested his arm around her shoulder. It was hard acting calm, cool, and collected when he was as freaked out as he was. He’d never seen Keith so mad, much less violent! “Keith just needs to blow off some steam.”

“How can you say that wasn’t so bad?”

Scott grinned as he walked over to give Mike a hand up. “Simple. He called this their first fight instead of telling Mike here to go fuck himself six ways from Sunday.”

“Yeah,” Kelly threw in, “He never said they were through. With Keith, you really have to listen to what he says and what he doesn’t say. If Mike would have listened, he would not be feeling as delicate as he is now.”

Mike glanced out the still open door, but the rain had already swallowed Keith up. He couldn’t even manage to be angry at Keith. He’d happily allow him to beat on him all night if Keith would just come back.

“Where did he go?” Toni asked. She was surprised when all four answered her at the same time.

“The library.”

*****

Keith wandered the historical section for an hour. He couldn’t say many nice things about the college, but it did have one hell of a library! Just the section on Greek Mythology alone was phenomenal.

The rain pounded on the windows in a seemingly endless drizzle. He’d almost dried out, he’d been in the library so long, but he still felt restless. His fight with his father had upset him, but he’d known it was coming for a long time. It was almost a relief to have it over with. Granted, now he was broke and he was going to have to find a job to support him through school, but he felt like a huge burden had lifted off of him. No one’s expectations were waiting except his own. It felt good. It felt like freedom.

He growled and pushed a book on Apollo back into it’s slot. So why the hell wasn’t he happy? Mike, that was why! “The bastard.”

Was it too much to ask for someone who cared about him and didn’t hurt him? He knew instinctively Mike hadn’t done it on purpose. Hell, he’d even tried to apologize before Keith had kneed him. Again. But what the hell? Not even an hour after saying they were going to be together, Mike forgets his name as soon as an old flame walks through the door? If he hadn’t had a complex before, this was enough to give him one.

Part of him wanted to break it off with Mike, say to hell with it and walk away. The other part wanted to go back the house and have it out with Mike to see if there was still a way to keep their relationship. It broke his heart at the thought of not being with Mike, even after this.

He pulled out a book on Eros and flopped into a nearby stuffed chair. He’d always loved the story of Cupid and Psyche. After reading the first paragraph three time, he shut the book in a huff. This was getting him no where. All his life he ran away from trouble because it was easier that way. He pretended it didn’t hurt as bad, but Keith was finally getting to the point where he could admit it hurt just as much because it always surfaced at some point. Today had been the first time he hadn’t run away when his father had called. Pride rose in his breast as he thought about how he’d not backed down like he always did. But then, he’d run away from Mike when he should have stayed.

“Damn that bastard! I’m going to kick his ass, then I’m going to kiss him until he forgets his own name.” He rose to his feet with determination. “He’s my man and she can’t have him!”

A student the next isle over shushed him.

With a laugh, Keith headed for home.

*****

Keith came in the door and stopped in surprise. It was well after eight and yet Jason, Kelly, Scott and Toni were all still there playing Monopoly at the table. Kelly squealed in delight and demanded Scott pay up for landing on her hotel. Scott sneered and told her that if she wanted to charge people this much, she really ought to get rid of the cockroaches.

Jason shook the dice in his hand with a laugh that cut off as he spotted Keith. “Uh, hey, man. You’re all wet.”

Keith had his hands shoved in the front pouch of his sweat shirt. He blushed and looked at the floor as he shuffled his feet. He was prepared to face Mike, but facing his friends after his blowup was still a little embarrassing. “Um, yeah, it’s still raining out. Guess a sweatshirt isn’t much protection.” He coughed to clear his throat, looking up the stairs as if he could see where Mike was. “Is . . . um, is he up there?”

“Depends, are you going to try and make him a soprano again? OUCH!”

Keith watched as Kelly kicked Scott under the table and rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs two steps at a time. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Music was pumping from his room. It sounded like his latest CD of Trapt. What would Mike be doing in his room? His heat fluttered erratically in his chest as he slowly pushed open the door to his room. Mike was sitting on the floor near the end of his bed, stacking his books and CD’s that had fallen off the shelf when Scott had crashed into it. Mike looked so lost, Keith’s breath caught in his throat. Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, Keith let out a sigh. “It really hurt, you know?”

Mike’s head whipped around, guilt and anguish reflecting in his eyes, but he wisely stayed silent.

Keith shook his head, his wet hair falling in his eyes. “I wanted to hate you for it. I wanted to hate her. There was even a part of me that wanted to hurt you so you would know how much I was hurting, how betrayed I felt when you couldn’t remember my name. I didn’t understand how you could simply forget my name after everything we’d been through, after the promises we made. I don’t make promise easily, Mike. ” A hallow laugh escaped him. “But then I saw the panic in your eyes as soon as you realized your mind couldn’t focus enough to remember who it was you’d just had sex with, your own boyfriend’s name slipping from your mind, leaving me a stranger. She must be pretty talented with that tongue of hers.”

Mike shook his head, a tear sliding down his cheek. He looked down at the CD in his hand and brushed angrily at it with his sleeve.

In the two years he’d known Mike, Mike had never cried before, not once. Keith smiled and walked over to him, gently settling himself on Mike’s lap, his knees on either side of Mike’s hips. He brushed at the tears that were falling freely now when Mike looked up at him startled. “That’s why I had to leave, Mike, why I couldn’t talk to you right then. Not after what you did, then with my Father on top of it.” Keith sighed. “Deep down, I didn’t want to hurt you the way you hurt me. You did it without thought, didn’t mean to do it. I would have and I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you like that intentionally.”

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to,” Mike whispered. His voice caught in his throat.

Keith leaned in until his forehead was resting against Mike’s. “I know you didn’t.”

“I wanted to be the person who was always there for you, who would never hurt you.” Mike sniffed. “Guess I failed, huh?”

“Mike, look at me,” Keith commanded when Mike looked away from him. He took Mike’s face in his hands, making him look. “No one is perfect, I know that. I don’t want you to be perfect. I like the fact that you are a jock and a flirt and overly protective. I don’t expect you to be infallible. Christ knows I’m not, far from it.” He brushed his fingers through Mike’s blond locks. “You hurt me, I can’t deny that and I wont. But I’m not going to condemn you for it, either. At least, not this time. You ever do it again and I may just have to castrate you.”

Mike let out a shaky laugh and grabbed Keith, holding him close. He buried his head in Keith’s shoulder and just breathed in his scent, ignoring the wetness that was soaking his clothing. “I wouldn’t blame you if you just wanted to walk away, Keith. I know how scared you were to even try a relationship with me and I screwed it up royally in record time. If you want to run, run now or I may never let you go.”

“I’m tired of running. You are mine and I’m not going to let you forget it.” Keith kissed the top of Mike’s head. He moved his hips ever so slightly against Mike’s, feeling him swell instantly. “Plus, I’m not feeling too bad right now.”

“I’ll make this up to you, I will. I don’t know how, but I will, I promise you, Keith.”

“‘What wound did ever heal but by degrees?’” Keith said softly. He laughed at Mike’s perplexed expression when he pulled back. “William Shakespeare’s Othello, Act 2, Scene 3.”

Mike raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Only you would quote Shakespeare at a time like this.”

Keith kissed his nose. “Would you have me any other way?”

“At the moment? I’d like to have you out of those wet clothes and squirming under me with moans of pleasure.”

Keith laughed with a blush and started to move off of Mike’s lap. “Let’s worry about the clothing first, you horn dog.”

Mike pulled Keith back down, gripping him tightly. He’d almost lost him by being stupid. He wouldn’t do it again. Keith meant too much to him. Placing his hands on either side of Keith’s head, he pulled him in for a plundering kiss, his tongue showing no mercy. Desperation and need warred with desire. He could feel Keith’s hands grip his shoulders as a little moan rose from his lover’s throat. It was the sexiest damn sound he’d ever heard.

When the kiss ended, Keith rested his forehead against Mike’s, his breath ragged. “Damn you kiss good.”

“Not half bad yourself.”

“Um, Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“I really need to get out of these clothes. Wet jeans get . . . um . . . really tight.”

Mike let out a throaty laugh as he watched Keith’s face go crimson. He gripped the bottom of the dripping sweatshirt and began to pull it up over Keith’s head. “I’ll help you out of them, but there is no guarantee I’ll let you get into something else.”

“But, Mike,” Keith shot a look over at the still open bedroom door as his sweatshirt landed with a plop on the floor over in the corner. His voice dropped to a nervous whisper. “The doors open! And incase you have forgotten, we still have people downstairs!”

“You’re point would be?” Mike leaned in and suckled on Keith’s collar bone, making him quiver. His hot tongue dove into the hallow against Keith’s chilled skin.

“Christ,” Keith moaned, arching his back. His hand dove down and grabbed Mike through his jeans. “Two can play at that game, bastard. Now let me up.”

Mike sucked in a breath as Keith’s fingers tormented him. “This is a persuasion to make me let you go?”

Keith laughed and jumped up, letting Mike go. “No, I just wanted to distract you.” Kicking off his shoes, he bent to pull off his socks. They were still dripping and his toes were prunes. “Ewe. That’s attractive.” He headed for the door when Mike’s arms encircled him from behind.

Mike laid his head against Keith shoulder. The thought of being even three feet apart from him for a minute was almost excruciating. His voice came out low and soft, saying, “I told her you know. We weren’t even off the front porch and I told her. I felt an almost painful pride at telling her that you were mine, and it nearly killed me to think that I might have lost you from being stupid.”

Keith left his arms at his sides, loving the warmth from Mike’s body seeping into him. “You’re human, you’re allowed stupid moments.”

“And you are a saint for understanding that.”

Keith laughed. “No, I’m just a guy who is too stubborn to let you go. I’m a little possessive that way.”

“Yeah? I’m a little possessive, too.” Mike’s hand slide sinuously down Keith’s stomach, his fingers quickly opening Keith’s jeans. Keith moaned as Mike’s hand closed around him inside his boxer briefs. Mike kissed his neck. “I also talked to Scott.”

Keith gasped as Mike’s thumb rubbed over his head, slickening it with precum. His back arched as he groaned.

“He told me how he got that bloody lip of his.”

Keith’s breath was coming in short gasps. The man’s hands should be illegal! “I don’t . . . ah . . .know what you’re . . . shit . . . talking about.”

Mike’s laugh was as dark as his hand was tormenting. “I like the fact that you can fend him off. If you hadn’t thoroughly pummeled him, I would have. The thought of him touching you makes me want to kill him.”

“Jesus, Mike!” Keith breathed as his hips jerked. “Scott’s not so . . . ah, fuck . . . he’s not so bad.”

“He’s not so good either. Not many men can turn him down when he wants them.”

Keith turned his head to look into Mike’s blue eyes. “He’s not you.” He leaned in to kiss him lightly, then pulled back with a smile. “Now if you don’t mind, now is really not a time I would like to be talking about Scott.”

Mike removed his hand, and turned Keith until he could push him up against the wall. He loved the way Keith’s breath would quicken every time he was pinned. It was exhilarating and empowering. Leaning in, he let his own body hold Keith in place as he licked the tender spot under Keith’s ear. “Let’s see if we can’t warm you up.”

Though Keith’s voice quivered, his eyes held a determined light. “You are so not getting the upper hand this time.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” With his hands firmly on Mike’s chest, he pushed Mike back towards the bed and shoved him on to it. Making quick work of Mike’s pants while Mike pulled off his shirt, Keith discarded the last of his own clothing and sat on top of Mike’s legs. His movements grew hurried and almost desperate. He wanted . . . needed Mike inside him, needed that unity and fullness only Mike could give him. But he wanted Mike to squirm. Leaning down, he nipped Mike’s nipples just hard enough to make him gasp as his hands flirted around Mike’s manhood with touches so soft it was sure to drive his lover crazy.

Mike began to moan, his hands gripping Keith’s dark hair. When had Keith’s tongue gotten so talented? With a yank, he pulled Keith’s mouth up to his own for a burning kiss. That kiss told him everything he ever needed to know about Keith. This man was passionate, forgiving, and all his. Mike moaned against Keith’s mouth and whispered, “I don’t deserve you.”

Keith smiled against his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

“Imp.”

Keith raised his hips as he stared into Mike’s blue eyes, those eyes that continually swallowed him up whole. With a moan of his own mixing with Mike’s, he settled Mike in him. “You know I’m going to curse you from now until the end of time, right?”

“Why,” Mike breathed. God, Keith felt incredible.

“For corrupting me.” At Mike’s laugh, Keith leaned in and breathed in his ear, “And for making me fall in love with you.”

Mike’s breath caught and for a moment, he couldn’t do anything. Chest constricting in a painful way, eyes tearing up, he grabbed Keith and held him close as they began to move together. Reaching up until he found Keith’s hands, he linked them together as they rode over they edge, Keith crying out in unison with him. Keith collapsed on him, breathing hard. Mike kept one hand intertwined with Keith’s, the other stroking his dark hair. With a soft kiss, he smiled at the ceiling. “I love you, too, Keith. You’ve completely bewitched me.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me? You can flirt all you want, can’t say I’ll like it, but you can do it. Just promise me you’ll always be mine.”

“I don’t need to flirt with anyone else, I have you.” They sealed their bargain with a kiss that quickly turned into much more. This time it was slower, delectable. They made love, promising each other with their bodies forever. Eternity was theirs now that they had truly found one and other.