Michael & Jason

Mike places a finger over his lips and answers, "Hey, Dad. No, you caught me in the middle of a workout. When do you and mom get back?" Mike catches me off-guard by making a solid, hard thrust forward causing me to yelp and moan deeply, his hand clamps down over my mouth. "What are you talking about Dad? I didn't hear anything," he replies casually with a big smile, and continues with his deep, slow thrusts.

My eyes flutter when he grazes against my prostate several times. Mike removes his hand from my mouth in order to hold himself up when he begins to falter.

I glare at him. "You're such a fucking a-." He cuts me off with a deep kiss. I groan when he nips my bottom lip. I'm still trying to get from underneath him, but unfortunately, Mike has me pinned. Now I know why the bastard likes this position. Mike thrusts in again making me moan louder. I point at the phone. "He can hear us."

"No, he can't, I put it on mute," Mike replies with a mischievous arch of his left eyebrow.

The dread I sensed moments earlier all but forgotten. My whimpers begin to intensify. I continuously tighten my hold around his cock making Mike grunt and shudder, which causes me to smirk in triumph. My fingers dig into his biceps. I can taste blood from biting into my lip. Mike's eyes are wild with lust. He's not paying attention to whatever dad's saying, and it's not until dad yells, does Mike come out of his trance.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm sorry. I muted my phone by accident but I'm listening to you," Mike says smiling down at me. "Yup, you had a late checkout and you hit major traffic. You should be home in about two hours. Okay. Yeah, Jason's out with friends. I saw him earlier when we worked out together. Yeah, I put his ass through the wringer. Jase could barely walk when I was done with him," he says smugly.

I couldn't care less for Mike's double entendre smack talking because I'm close to coming. Mike reacts quickly when he notices my spasms and panting breaths becoming more frequent.

"Ok, Dad, we'll see you when you get here. Gotta get back to my work out before I lose my rhythm. Ciao," Mike hangs up. "Now, where were we?" He revs up the pace, but right when I'm ready to come, Mike stops it.

I whimper a frustrated whisper, "Don't. Mike. I want to come."

"I know, baby. I know." In an unexpected move, Mike drops my legs, hooks his arms under my shoulders, and flips us, so Mike is now on his back with me straddling him. "Go on. I'm at your mercy now."

I rock my hips in wide, slow circles. It's not long until I'm riding him hard with reckless abandon. Mike's hands are everywhere: my hair, back, shoulders, waist, and ass. The deeper I take him, the harder I jerk on my swollen member that's begging for its denied release. Mike runs a finger down my face and brushes it against my lips. He captures my chin pulling me down for a kiss.

A couple of minutes later, I come hard with a high-pitched squeal all over his chest and neck. My eyes cross. I almost forget to breathe as my orgasm makes its way through the rest of my body. My heart is pounding in my ears. I collapse on top of him with uneven breaths.

Mike laughs huskily into my ear, "Are you okay? You looked possessed. I thought your head was going to start spinning around."

I smile slightly. "You already know this is how I get when I'm on top, you bastard. I just need a minute to catch my breath."

Mike holds me in his arms waiting for me to come out of the sex haze surrounding me. It takes longer than usual and I fight the urge to fall asleep. I listen to the rhythmic beating of Mike's heart. Five long minutes later, Mike's cock slides out of me, and I roll off him in a heap on his side.

"That was kinky being with you while talking to dad. It was fun but I never want to do it again. It takes too much work to keep you quiet." He chuckles.

My laugh mimics his own. "I'm in total agreement."

Mike turns to face me grabbing my hands. He looks serous. "What was that back there with you wanting me to stop?"

I sit up but don't get far. "It was nothing, Mike."

Mike's hold on my hands tightens. "Jase don't lie to me. The way you acted during and even now, you're acting weird."

"I'm not lying to you, okay?" I pull my hands away from his.

"You don't think I can tell when you're lying? I know something is wrong. Why won't you tell me?"

"Because it's ridiculous, okay? If I tell you, you'll think it crazy, so I'm going to my room." I give him a quick kiss to his forehead. I stand and walk away.

"Jase, please, tell me," Mike begs.

Against my better judgment, I turn and stand at the foot of bed while he sits on the side. "I can't be here with you because I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."

His brows furrow questioningly. "You know that's sounds crazy? What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know but I don't want to risk it."

Mike looks unsure. "This isn't you freaking out because mom and dad are coming back tonight?"

"No, this has nothing to do with them."

Mike stares at me. He's trying to decide what he should do or say. He finally relents. "Fine. Go. But once you find out you were freaking out about nothing, I want you ready to make it up to me tonight."

I cross my arms in front of me. "How do you want me to do that?"

"I want to play out my Harry Potter fantasy." I can't help but laugh.

Mike's a devout Harry Potter fan from way back. He owns every single movie and frequents fanfiction websites. He's wants me to play out a gay fanfiction story he read a few months back. Mike wants to dress as 'Harry' with me dressed as 'Malfoy'. The scenario: Harry and Draco have secretly been dating under their friends noses. They've hidden themselves away to spend their first anniversary together. With a wave of his wand, I have to perform whatever tasks he wants without question or hesitation. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with letting Mike have that much control.

"I'm don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I trust you with my life."

"Then you know I would never take things too far. The second you tell me to stop, I will. Let's try it once. If you don't like it, I'll never bring to up to you again. Deal?" He holds his hand out.

I stare at him while thinking over his proposal. What's the worst that could happen?

"Okay, it's a deal, but only if you leave me alone for the rest of the night. I'll come to you when I'm ready." I hold my hand out for a shake but I pull it back. "Don't try anything sneaky or it'll be you and your hand alone tonight, understood?"

Mike nods. With a firm handshake, he smiles before pulling me down on top of him and kissing me. His hands grip my hair. I lose all sense when the kiss becomes passionate. He groans when I pull away.

"No one else has ever kissed me like that, not even Kenny," he pants through heavy lids.

This is it. The dread has made its ugly appearance.

My heart drops. The mention of my rival's name for my brother's affection instantly sours my mood. I roll away from him. "Can you not mention his name while we're in bed together? It's bad enough that you're still with him."

In a huff, I go to grab my shorts from the chair in the corner.

"Jase, don't do this. I love you, but you knew how I felt about Kenny before you and I even started." His face softens when he sees the hurt in my eyes. "I'm sorry. Forget I even mentioned him."

I slide my shorts on. I've held in all of my emotions when it comes to Kenny. Mike has to know he made a mistake by staying with him, when he can have me, whenever he wants me.

I can't hold my tongue anymore.

"No, Mike! I can't do this. You can't have it both ways anymore. Yeah, I knew you were still with Kenny but he's not here, I am. I'm the one you're making love to every day. I thought once you realized you had the real thing with me that you would cut him loose. We've been together for over six months and you're the only one I want. I hate knowing that you still want him when I'm here giving myself to you. He chose to leave you here alone for the summer. I never would've done something like that, ever. Do you know how many times I wished that he would meet someone else so you and I can finally be together?"

"What the fuck?" Mike asks upset, pushing his back off the headboard. Startled by his anger, I quickly recover. "Why would you even think something like that? What's your problem?" He gets off the bed throwing his pants on hastily.

My anger is starting to boil. The angrier I get, the more I want to cry, because I know things will never be the same after today.

"You, you're my problem. You're cheating on him with me but you love him? Your cum is leaking out of my ass and you're upset at me because I want your boyfriend, whom you're cheating on, to dump you. That makes absolutely no sense to me. Who do you want, Mikey? Him or me?"

Mike whispers angrily, "Jason, it's not as easy as you're making it out to be."

I take several steps until I'm directly in front of him. I cup his face in my hands. "I can take care of you and love you the way you deserve. We can have every day together. You'll never have to worry about where I am because I'll be in bed lying right next to you. You'll never have to want for anything because I'll give it to you without question. I'll take care of you when you're sick. I'll always be there to listen when you need to talk. I'll make you laugh when you're sad. You'll never be alone as long as you have me. Can Kenny offer you all of that?"

I search his eyes but he's giving me nothing in return. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. The man I've loved for six years is slipping through my fingers.

Mike sniffles and shakes his head. "We already talked about this. I can't ignore the fact that I love Kenny too. I can't just break things off with him. He means a lot to me. Kenny came in my life last year when I needed him to the most. He helped me through my depression." Mike states somberly, his hands clasp onto mine but I pull them away.

I can't believe this is happening. I wipe away the lone tear from my eye. "Mike, you can't stay in a relationship out of gratitude. You want me all to yourself but I can't want the same thing in return? I'm all your, remember that? Nobody else gets to have me, right? You said those words to me two hours ago. We just made love ten minutes ago. You weren't thinking about him then." I fold my arms in a challenge.

Mike shakes his head and sneers, "Jason, you're so oblivious. You have no idea what I went through last year. I owe my sanity to Kenny. He kept me from going over the edge."

Mike's affection for Kenny is like a dagger to my heart. "Then tell me. What is so special about Kenny that you can't let him go? Why am I not enough for you?" I ask, as I sit on the corner of his bed watching him.

Mike paces the room before he sits down at his desk but doesn't speak for a long time. I stand to leave when Mike speaks softly. "I've done some things in my life that I'm not proud of, but loving you is not one of them. I need you to know that. When I realized I had feelings for you. I didn't know how to act. How did I act?" He asks miserably.

Mike looks at me briefly before looking away when he sees me watching him closely. Mike lets out a deep sigh and continues, "I didn't know how to deal. I didn't handle it in the best way. I'm not gonna tell you what I did, but it was stupid, dangerous, and reckless, and I stopped that part of my life. Um, after my injury and lost my basketball scholarship, I abused my pain meds to help numb my feelings for you, which only made my depression worse. Seeing Dr. Collins helped a little. When I went to Europe and I met Kenny, I didn't know he would be the one to help me forget about you, if even only for a while. Besides you, Kenny is the only other person who I've developed true feelings for and I'm not ready to let him go. I don't know the right thing to do here, Jase."

"All you have to do is choose me." I'm being selfish which makes me feel like crap.

Mike wipes the tears from his eyes. "You and I can never have the open relationship I have with Kenny. I could never hold your hand in public. I could never kiss or hug you. We'll always have to hide. People will wonder why we haven't settled down in stable relationships not knowing that we have but it's with each other. We'll be the brothers who live together who can't find boyfriends. Are you ready to do that? Are you ready to answer those inevitable questions we don't want asked? I'm not."

I wasn't expecting his confession of doubt. I wasn't expecting his confession about his depression and relating it to his feelings for me. I thought whatever he said would be something I could easily refute but not this. This is on a whole other level. I am oblivious. I had no idea I was the cause of his depression. I'm on information overload. There's so much that I didn't know about Mike.

Exhausted, I release a heavy sigh covering my face with my hands. The tears flow steadily. Mike kneels in front of me and caresses my shoulders. I cry harder. "So, it's my fault? All the shit you went through was because of me."

"Don't. Baby, I didn't tell you this to make you feel responsible. I needed you to know why Kenny is important to me. Jason, I love you so much it hurts but I love Kenny, too. I need time to sort this all out. Can you give that to me? Can you give me time?" Mike asks standing up and pulling me into a tight hug. "I have to talk to Kenny face to face. He comes home in three weeks. Give me 'til then. Please?"

My face firmly pressed against his neck. As much as I hate what I've learned about what Mike had gone through last year, I whisper and shake my head, "Mikey, I don't think I can. The longer you take, the more I won't be able to let you go. With each passing day, I'll fall more in love with you. If I give you another three weeks, there's no telling how deep my love for you will have grown."

The distress in his voice is palpable. "Jase, c'mon. Why are you doing this to us?"

I take a step back looking him in the eyes before closing them and putting my forehead against his. "I'm doing this for us. Can't you see that? I don't want to share you. I want all of you or none of you. I deserve to have you 100% in mind, body, and soul without another man in your thoughts or your heart. Mikey, I don't care if we have to hide. I'm willing to because that's how much you mean to me. Being with you is all I want. If you can't offer that to me, then we should end this now before we end up hurting each other. But I know Kenny will never love you as deeply or as completely, as I can."

My hot tears roll down my cheeks. I see the hurt flash across Mike's eyes. I hate that I'm the reason for his pain but I can't have him hurt me later down the road because he can't make a decision. My hands instinctively move to his face before moving down and resting at the base of his neck.

"We're already in too deep here, Jase. What am I supposed to do? Why does it have to be you or Kenny? I can't make this decision, not now. There are so many changes coming in a few weeks. You leave to go back to school in a couple of weeks. Kenny will be back a few days later. You want me to dump Kenny for you and you're not even going to be here?" Mike scoffs, taking a couple of steps back from me.

My brows furrow. "So, what, I'm just keeping Kenny's side of the bed warm for you until he comes back?" I hurl at him.

"Goddammit, Jason, you know that's not what I said or meant. All I'm saying is you'll be gone. It would be an easier decision to make, if you were here but you won't be," he says seizing my shoulders firmly in his grasps.

I shrug him off and sit at his desk. "You know I would transfer to a closer school in a heartbeat to be with you but my scholarship is California. Mom and dad can't pay for full tuition if I go to a local school. Not with you going back full-time."

"So what do you want me to do? Wait around for you to come back home every few months for an easy fuck?" Mike asks angrily. His words catch me off-guard and I don't know how to react but I can't hide the look of surprise. I can see that he's contrite, as he searches for something to say. "Shit, Jason, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

My anger boils over. I'm standing in front of him before he realizes. I'm trying my best to control my urge to beat the shit out of him. Mike takes an involuntary step back.

"How did you mean it? An 'easy fuck', is that what I am to you? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Baby, I'm sorry." Mike whispers stepping to hug me but I push him back.

"Stop calling me that. You don't get to call me that anymore." I seethe. "I laid my heart out on the line by telling you what I wanted. I guess you don't feel the same way about me after all. I guess all I am to you is just a piece of ass keeping your boyfriend's side of the bed warm."

I shove Mike hard enough that he stumbles back and hits the wall. I walk away, but soon he is behind me, smashing my back against his chest with his arms wrapped firmly around my waist. I struggle against him but Mike has a lot of upper body strength. Even though there's only an inch difference in our heights, Mike outweighs me by close to twenty pounds, all of it muscle.

"God, Jase, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Baby, I didn't mean it," Mike whispers desperately into my ear.

"You've said a lot of shit you don't mean. Let go of me, Mike," I yell and thrash in his hold.

His grip becomes tighter around me. "No not until you listen to me. Please!"

"I think you've said enough, you fucking asshole. I'm an easy fuck, right? That's all I am to you, right?!" I manage to pry his arms from around me. I turn glaring at him. "Why should I listen to anything else you say? You'll just lie to my face. You've done it before and you'll do it again."

"I've never lied to you, Jase." Mike takes hold of my right hand.

I scoff loudly, jerking my hand from his. "You've never lied to me? You lied when you said you loved me. You lied when you said you wanted me. Don't you ever fucking touch me again! Go to hell!" I scream in his face. Before I have time to think, my fist connects with his face.

"Shit! What the..." Mike shouts, but I don't stay around to hear the rest. I'm too shocked and in a haze to care now.

Breaking down as I walk through the bathroom, I slam both doors behind me as hard as I can. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Mike. He'll realize eventually that Kenny will never be able to give him the kind of love he deserves. The kind of love only I can give him.

I curl up on my bed and cry softly. It's doesn't take long for those soft cries to become heavy sobs. He called me an 'easy fuck'. On some level that must be how he sees me. The easy lay until the person he really wants to be with comes back to him. How could I let it get this far? How could I put my heart on the line that way? This is just as much my fault as it is his.

If I hadn't confessed my love for him, in a drunken stupor after that party, we never would've started. He would've gone on with his life and not acted on his feelings for me. My moment of weakness is why I'm here lying on my bed crying over him.

My emotions frayed from Mike not choosing me. He isn't some random dude off the street. He's the one I've been in love with since I was thirteen. I dreamt about us spending the rest of our lives together. How do I get over someone who'll always be a part of my life?

I don't know what I'm gonna do. Do I avoid coming home? If I do, that means no more family vacations, birthdays, holidays, and special occasions, no more to all of it. I'll have to go cold turkey, and maybe then, I can begin to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.