Chapter 13:
New Years Day. It's been a week since the huge change in our life. Javier got
to stay until about three in the afternoon the day after Christmas. His mother
called and told him he needed to come home to do his chores. After our fun in
the bathroom we'd spent the rest of the day at the mall, taking a couple things
back and just cruising the mall. I'll never be as comfortable in a crowded mall
as those two but I'll admit it was a lot of fun being with them. We did get a
3-way in before Javier had to go home, so I guess we'd kept him satisfied. I
don't know if A.J.'s seen him, but I haven't seen him since he went home. He
does call me five or six times a day but we haven't been able to hang out. I
told him to call and not text; that the texts would be viewable on his phone if
he forgot to delete them. Yeah, I was a little paranoid about all of this.
A.J. and Javier have both been out of school for the holidays but I had to work
Monday through Wednesday, but I'll have another 4-day weekend before going
back. I'm hoping Javier gets to spend some of the weekend with us but I'm not
holding my breath. Any change in our behavior, like requests to have Javier
spend the night or weekends with us would set off alarms in Regina's head. Well
and I figured she wouldn't be too crazy about the idea anyway. She didn't have
A.J. there to control anymore and Javier and Angelina were getting all the
attention now.
It's a little after eight in the morning. I woke up my sexy boyfriend with a
good-morning-blowjob and we were cuddling in bed. We'd spent the forty minutes
before the ball dropped last night making ours pull up tight. Yeah, we'd fucked
each other's brains out for New Years Eve. Anyway, I was mulling something over
in my head and being kind of quiet. I guess I had A.J.'s curiosity piqued. He
turns to me, rubs his hand all around my chest and then kisses my arm.
"Are you okay, baby?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I have your taste in my mouth; what could be better?"
He grins. "Yours in mine. You're just being kinda quiet and I thought something
might be wrong."
"No, Mijo, nothing's wrong. Just thinking..."
"About what?"
I turn to him and pull him in my arms, smiling. "Something I should've thought
about several days ago if it's gonna happen. Does your family do anything for
New Years; like dinners or anything special?"
He shakes his head. "Not really. I mean, yeah, we eat but it's not a holiday
meal or anything like that. Why?"
"I was thinking of having something here. Do you think there's a chance in hell
your mother would accept an invitation to dinner here?"
He smirks. "Figured out a way to poison her, huh?"
I laugh. "No, baby, I'm not looking to poison her. Believe it or not, I
actually do like your mom, and I respect her a lot. She's a hard-ass, sure, but
she's just looking out for you and I understand that better than anyone else.
I'd do anything to protect you too."
He smiles. "Awww, you're being adorable again. I'd do anything to protect you
too, baby. So why do you want her to come to dinner? If you're trying to
impress her with your cooking it won't ever happen. You're an amazing cook,
baby, but other than abuela she's never said a nice thing about anyone else's
food."
I smirk. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me. But no, I wasn't trying to impress
her. I guess it's more like an `owe' thing. She's had me for dinner a few times
and I've never returned the invitation. Well, and okay, it's a chance to see
Javier too."
He smiles. "You miss him, huh? You know you won't be able to play with him with
everyone here though."
I grin. "Yeah, I do miss him. And yes, I know there won't be any playing. Still
doesn't mean I don't wanna see him. It's not just that though."
"Well you know we can just go over there pretty much anytime we want, right?
It's not a prison, even though it feels like one sometimes."
"Like I said, it's also that I feel like I owe them a dinner or something. It's
just what people do."
He grins. "So I've heard. I've also heard it turns into a game of
one-upmanship; always trying to outdo the other. You don't wanna go there,
Papi. She sees family and holiday meals as something that take place at her or
abuela's house only. And only abuela's house because she has no choice. Papa
would come over here and eat in a heartbeat but you'll never get Mama here; to
eat or otherwise. I'm sorry, baby."
I lean over and kiss his nose. "Don't be sorry. I guess I knew she wouldn't
anyway. It was just something that popped in my head. So what would you like to
do today?"
He smiles. "More of last night. Javier's not the only horny boy in the family,
Daddy."
I smirk and grin. "I already knew that, baby. I kinda meant after that."
"Who said I was gonna let you get out of bed?"
I grin. "Who said you'd be able to walk anyway?"
He laughs. "Your power bottom's not here. I get mine too."
I laugh. "Face it, you're every bit the power bottom he is at times. Who was
fucking who last night...?
He grins. "Fine, my ass was hungry. Now my dick's hungry."
"You just came ten minutes ago. Mine's getting very hard though."
He reaches down and grabs my dick. "Mmmmmmm, nice. So I guess I get to be
bottom boy until I recover. Awwwwwww." He grins.
My phone starts ringing. I kiss his nose and roll over to grab it off the night
table, looking to see who it is. I answer it, still chuckling.
"Hey Alejandro, Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year, my friend. You being tickled?"
I smirk. "You don't wanna know. What's up?"
He laughs loudly. "I can think of a couple of things right now."
A.J. laughs when he sees me turn bright red. "Can we start this call over? Now
your son's laughing at me because of my skin tone."
He laughs again. "Damn gringos... Well tell my wayward son to keep his hands to
himself for a few. Do you have plans for lunch?"
"Funny you should ask; we were just talking about that."
He smirks. "No you weren't; you were playing."
I blush again. "Before that, wise guy. I was asking him about having you guys
over for lunch or dinner today."
"Thanks, but that's likely never gonna happen, Brody."
"Pretty much what he said. Well he said you'd be brave enough."
"Hell, I eat from a roach coach; how much worse can your cooking be?"
I laugh. "Thanks a lot. So what'd you have in mind?"
"Well actually this is just a guy's only invite; and I mean just you and me."
"Leave the wife and kids at home, huh?"
He laughs. "Something like that. So clear it with the horn-dog in bed with ya and
let me know."
"Just a second." I turn to A.J. "Your dad's asking me out on a date. Okay if I
go, baby?"
He laughs. "A lunch or dinner date? There's a big difference."
"Lunch. No partying afterwards."
He smirks. "Yeah, go have an old guy's lunch with him. I'll go over and smack
the boy around while you're gone."
"Thanks, sexy boy." I turn back to the phone. "Wife says it's okay." A.J.
smacks me in the chest. "Owwwww! Brat!"
Alejandro laughs loudly again. "I knew that was trouble as soon as it fell out
of your mouth. You'll learn one of these days. Cool. Meet you at Santiagos at
noon?"
"A nooner it is."
He smirks. "God, you're as bad as he is. I'll see ya at noon. And learn to
choose your words better before he puts you in a cast. Adios." He laughs and
hangs up.
"Adios." I turn to A.J. "Brat."
"The wife says it's okay? You're lucky you can feel your balls." He grins.
"I feel your hand on `em. Sorry about the wife thing; that was a bad choice of
words."
He laughs. "Ya think? So are you just working your way through the men in my
family?"
I laugh. "It didn't start out that way. What can I say? You all find me
irresistible."
"Well you were checking out his ass the second day we knew each other."
I grin. "Like I said, it runs in the family; you all have great asses."
He rolls his eyes and smiles. "Well try to control yourself. We have to have
one straight guy in the family."
"Well if he hugs me I'll just give it a little pat; nothing serious."
He laughs. "Perv. I never thought I'd say these words. Leave my father's ass
alone!"
We both laugh hysterically. I pull him into me and kiss him, rubbing my dick
against his. I grin at him. "If he lets me grope it I'm not turning him down;
that's just rude."
"You're so bad. Well I don't wanna know the details if you two hook up; that's
just way past weird."
"More than fucking your own brother?"
He smirks. "Shut up. It's not the same as thinking about my father having sex
of any kind, much less with my boyfriend." He grins. "Besides, I've compared;
Javier's ass is nicer."
I smirk. "Well yeah... He's sixteen; not forty. Things drop over time, baby."
"Can we not talk about my father's ass anymore?"
I grin again. "Gotcha thinking about his ass now, huh? Just think, it's as
tight as Javier's; still virgin."
He laughs. "Fucker... Shut up."
I smile. "Okay, baby, I'll be good. Besides, out of the Vasquez men's asses,
yours is still my favorite."
"Liar. Sweet though."
"I'm not lying. Yes, Javier has a nice, young beautiful ass, but it's not
yours. I'd spend all day, every day with my face buried in yours if you'd let
me."
"Just your face? I want your dick in there too."
I smile. "You got it, sexy. I love you."
He smiles. "I love you too, perv. Now fuck me. And if you call me potty mouth
I'm getting out of this bed."
We spent the next thirty minutes with my dick in either his mouth or ass,
cumming deep in his ass when it was over. I guess we'd decided since we'd both
cum in Javier there wasn't much point in wearing condoms anymore. He blew
another really nice load down my throat while we were taking a shower together.
Once we were done playing and dressed we had a light breakfast and took down
the Christmas tree. While I was boxing everything up, he went out front and
took down the lights and other decorations. The holidays were officially over
in our house. I was actually kind of glad; I was really tired of having a tree
in the middle of the living room.
I dropped A.J. off at his parent's house. I was going to just head over to the
restaurant but since Alejandro hadn't left yet we just went together in his
pickup. I left the keys to the car with A.J. in case he needed to go somewhere
or wanted to go home. Once Alejandro and I are sitting at a corner booth
and drinks are on the way he looks at me and grins.
"I've wanted to have lunch with you a few times before but there's a reason for
today. I wanted to talk to you in private."
"Sure. And anytime you wanna get together for lunch just give me a call. We can
meet somewhere."
"Cool. Uh, I guess I'll jump right in. I think my son's in love with you."
I smirk. "I hope so. He tells me every day that he is."
He laughs. "Not that one, butthead. Javier too."
My stomach drops to my shoes but I grin. "I doubt that. Word has it he has a
serious thing for cheerleaders."
He grins. "Schoolboy fantasies aside, I think he has a serious crush on you. He
talks about you all the time. I was also watching him Christmas night; he was
on you like a tic on a dog. You didn't notice?"
"I did notice he was hugging me a lot. I just figured he was happy because it
was Christmas."
"I thought that too, until I noticed how much he talks about you. I know you
made a huge impact on him that night you told him you weren't disrespecting his
mother but just not being walked on. I figured just a little hero worship at
first, but it's moved past that. I see the look in his eyes when he talks about
you. It's the same look A.J. gets."
"I thought he was straight though."
He shrugs his shoulders. "The jury's not in yet. I've noticed a few things over
the years; the same kinds of things I noticed in A.J. I also heard about the
conversation they had the day you and A.J. were on the phone in the bathroom
and Javier went and jerked off afterwards. The boy jerks off ten times a day so
I didn't think much about it then."
"Wow. So, ah... what do you think I should do about it if he really does have a crush
on me?"
He exhales. "I don't know... I think the first thing that needs to happen is he
needs to level with all of us about if he's gay or straight. That would give us
something to go on and figure out if he really does have a crush on you." He
grins. "What is it with you, anyway? You just have guys fall for you everywhere
you go?"
I laugh. "Hardly. I was single for eight months before I met A.J., and not a
single guy was knocking on my door. Uh... Cornering someone about being gay
probably isn't the best idea. If he thinks he's being ganged up on he'll deny
it until the end of the world. He also has to know that it'll be okay with you
and Regina; that he won't be freaking you out by having two gay sons. Last of
the line and all that stuff."
He sighs. "Yeah, I know... Well that's reason number two for our lunch. I want
you and A.J. to talk to him; find out if he's gay. If he is you need to assure
him that his mother and I are completely alright with it. We have one gay son
and we love him with all our hearts; that won't change with two. I don't care
about the last of the line crap; I only care about the three I have."
I nod. "Okay, we'll talk to him. Maybe he'll be more comfortable coming out to
his gay brother if he really is gay. What if he is and what if he does have a
crush on me? What the hell do I do about that?"
"I wish I knew. I really don't know how to handle that, and I'm actually gonna
be mean and leave that up to you. I remember what it's like to be sixteen;
everything seems like it's the end of the world if it doesn't work out the way
you want. I guess let him down as gently as possible and try not to make him
feel unwanted or unloved."
"Gee thanks. I do love him though; I love all three of them. Well in different
ways, of course. I would never intentionally hurt him; I couldn't any more than
I could A.J."
"I know; that's why you're talking to him."
I sigh. "I'll talk to him. You really believe he has a crush on me?"
He grins. "No, I think he's in love with you. You seem to have a way with the
Vasquez boys for some reason."
"Who knew I had such power?" I laugh. "Fuuuuuck. I'll do what I can."
He grins. "I have a bar of soap in the truck."
I smirk. "Yeah? You and whose army is gonna use it on me?"
He laughs. "Won't need an army, gringo."
I grin. "I got your gringo hangin'."
He laughs loudly. "Regina's not around so you feel safe saying that, huh?"
I smirk. "I have selective Asperger's. I told your son the second day I knew
him that you had a nice ass and it must run in the family."
He actually blushes. "Fucker... I'm sure that shocked him."
"He hit me and then chased me and hit me some more."
He laughs. "I told ya, you gotta learn to choose your words better. He's a lot
like his mother that way; they're feisty."
"You ain't lyin'. I've never laid a finger on him but he beats on me all the
time."
He laughs. "Tell me about it; I get whaled on at least three times a week."
The waitress sets our food down, asks if we need anything and goes away.
Alejandro takes a bite and looks at me.
"And don't be checkin' out my ass when we walk out of here, gringo." He laughs.
I smirk. "It's a free country; I can look where I want. I told A.J. I was gonna
give it a pat if you hugged me today."
He laughs. "You got hit again, huh?"
"Yup. He said he never thought he'd have to say the words, but to leave his
father's ass alone."
He laughs and spits out some food. "Goddamn... No wonder you get beat on all the
time; you can't keep your mouth shut."
I smirk and grin. "I could say the first thing that popped in my head, but I'll
be nice. Eat your wanna-be Taco Bell burrito."
"This is way better than Taco Bell. What were you gonna say?"
I smirk. "That if I kept my mouth shut I wouldn't be able to get A.J. in
there."
He starts choking and laughing. "Way more than I wanted to know, pinche
gringo."
I laugh. "You asked. Hey, if I can talk to your son about your ass then I can
talk to you about his dick. All's fair."
He laughs. "He's not the only one who'll beat you down though."
"Yeah, yeah, bust a grape. Eat your burrito, old dude."
"I got your old dude hangin', gringo."
"Hey, that's my line; get your own. So what does Regina have to say about all
of this?"
"She likes my hangin' old dude." He smirks.
"Not that, cheap messican; the other thing."
He laughs loudly. "Cheap messican? I buy you lunch and you call me names?"
"You call me gringo all the time. And yeah, you ask me out on a date and take
me to some joint with four dollar burritos."
He laughs. "Fuck you then, buy your own. And this isn't a date, pinche gringo."
"Fine, then lunch with my friend, the cheap messican. So what's Regina have to
say about Javier?"
"Eh, not a whole lot. She hasn't really clued in on the him being in love with
you part. As far as being gay, she's fine with it; she just wants him to come
to her with it, of course."
"She's okay with me and A.J. talking to him first though?"
"It was actually her idea. She wants him to go home with you guys this
afternoon so you can talk to him. I guess just invite him over for video games
again; he'll go for sure. Well he'd probably go just from you asking him."
I blush a little and try to cover it. "Yeah, he probably would. When we got
home last week he was standing next to my door before I could get the lights
off and offered to carry my food in for me. Then he came back and carried the
bags I was holding while waiting for A.J. to get the rest out of the car."
He grins. "And you still didn't think that was a little strange?"
"No, I just thought he was being a sweet kid. I mean I knew he likes me a lot,
and I thought he was just being sweet."
"He's not that sweet. He puts on a good show for his mother but he's not
everything he appears to be. The boy's got a mouth like a sailor and would just
prefer everyone do everything for him. It's the same reason we won't let him
get his license. He won't do the work required to get better grades so he
doesn't get to drive. The only thing he cares about in school is wrestling team
and science class."
"He's on the wrestling team? A.J. was giving him shit last week about being
able to pin him down when they wrestle."
"He can. He was on the wrestling team from seventh grade to graduation. He won
two state championships. He can pin Javier down in less than ten seconds. It
drives Javier crazy that he can still do it. It's why he took wrestling; to
show A.J. that he could pin him down some day. I don't see it happening anytime
soon but he has the drive."
"So he has all this un-focused energy looking for an outlet."
"Yeah, and he appears to have chosen you as the outlet."
"Maybe we should find him something else to focus on. A new sport. A brighter
light at the end of the tunnel to his license. Enter him in a science fair or
something."
"We've tried all of that. We told him that even a C average would get him his
permit and we'd seriously think about the license if he could bump that up to
even a low B. He's holding a low C now. He has missed assignments, incomplete
homework and half-assed attempts at the stuff he does turn in. He tried out for
football. The coach said he needed to bulk up a little and try again next year.
I suggested the science fair or something like it and he shot me down without
even listening."
I sigh. "That sucks. Does he have any hobbies other than video games and
wrestling?"
"Not that I know of. We took his Playstation from him two weeks ago because he
failed his math test. All he had to do was extra homework and a make-up exam
and he would have it back. He didn't do either one. I told him the phone's
going away if he doesn't bring the grade up. He pleaded with me not to; said
he'd bring the grade up. We'll see."
"If he's gay, what if we find him a really hot tutor? He'd have a reason to
study and he'd forget about me at the same time."
He laughs. "Pimping some kid to keep my son entertained? I don't think so, Brody.
I don't think it'd work."
"Well not pimping some kid. Just find some hot kid who's smart and would tutor
him. Well he'd have to be gay too. I guess that's kind of a tall order when you
think about it."
He laughs again. "Ya think? It's not like we can interview the cute boys we see
and ask them if they're smart and gay. I don't wanna do time with you as my
roommate; you'd be all over my ass."
I smirk. "Arrogant much? But yeah, I guess that wouldn't be a good plan."
"No, not arrogant much. You're the one who checks out my ass. Face it; I think
he's stuck on you. At least for now."
"And now I'm supposed to break his heart and tell him he's barking up the wrong
tree. Sounds like fun."
"Well don't break his heart, please. Just be gentle with him and explain that
it's not doable. You have A.J. and you're twice his age; it would never work."
"Yeah, and he threatens to kill himself and I'm screwed. This has disaster
written all over it."
"You really think he'd threaten to kill himself?"
"I don't know, Alejandro. You read all the time about teens who take themselves
outta the game because of a girlfriend or boyfriend or jealousy over someone. I
would really hope he would never do that; even threaten it, but it seems kinda
scary to me."
"You and me both. Just handle it the best way you can, Brody; that's all I'm
asking. Do whatever you can to assure him it's not personal; that it just
wouldn't work out. Hell, tell him it's illegal and you could end up in prison.
I doubt he'd want to do anything to ever land you in jail."
"Let's hope not."
We finish our lunch and head back to the house, our conversation reverting to
work and my new job. I had a knot in my stomach that would hold a ship the
entire time but played it off as best I could. If Alejandro's seen the change
in Javier then it wouldn't be long before he figured out what was going on. My
life as I knew it would end as soon as he clues in. When we got back to the
house I pulled A.J. off to the side. We went out back and were playing ball
with Ringo.
"We have a huge problem, baby."
"What? What's going on?"
"Your dad's figured out that Javier has a crush on me. Well even said he thinks
Javier is in love with me. He wants us to take him home with us and get him to
come out of the closet. He says he knows, or at least is pretty sure that
Javier is gay and thinks it's time for him to come clean with everyone. He
wants me to find out if Javier has a crush on me and then let him down as
gently as possible if he does. I think our sins have come back to haunt us,
A.J."
He sighs. "Fuuuuuck. I knew that boy wouldn't be able to keep from showing
something. What're we gonna do about it?"
"If you knew that then why are we doing this with him? You both assured me that
nobody would ever notice."
"Don't blame me for this. I'm just saying I knew he would give something away
in a look or something; not ever say anything."
"I'm sorry. I'm not blaming you. I wish you'd expressed your concerns last week
though. This is all gonna come crashing down on us."
"Maybe not. We need to talk to Javier and get him to chill out about showing
his emotions so much."
"Well we're supposed to take him home with us again to get him to come out if
he's gay. More video games I guess."
"Okay, at least we'll get him alone and can tell him to watch out."
"Yeah, and hopefully he can pull it off. I'm starting to wonder though."
"Well don't panic yet, baby; we'll figure it out. Did Papa seem pissed off
about it though?"
"No, not really. He seemed to think it was a little funny; told me I had a way
with the Vasquez boys. He and your mom are very okay with Javier being gay
though. They just want him to be honest with them about it. And they want us to
convince him to come out."
"That's easy. I'll make that boy dive out of the closet if I have to. We just
have to get him to stop wearing his heart on his sleeve."
I smirk. "Speaking of making him do stuff, how come you never told me you were
a championship wrestler in high school?"
He grins. "You'd be intimidated and stop wrestling around with me."
I laugh. "Just as arrogant as your father."
"That's probably where I got it. I just hadn't got around to telling you about
high school, baby; don't think I'm keeping things from you."
"I don't think that. I was just curious." I look around to make sure we're out
of earshot. "So are you gonna pin my ass to the floor now and fuck me?"
He laughs. "I didn't think I had to pin you."
I smile. "You don't. So let's go invite that horny boy over for video games and
take him home."
He grins. "You're gonna pin him now, huh?"
"Nope. Talk to him. Well maybe pin him later."
"Yeah, I bet. Your horny little power bottom doesn't have to be pinned either.
It is easy to do though; just grab the inside of his thigh right below his
balls and he loses his concentration." He laughs.
I smirk. "You do too, horny boy."
"Only with you, `cause I know where it's gonna lead."
He chucks the ball out into the yard and we watch Ringo dive for it, getting a
snout-full of snow. We laugh and go inside. While Ringo's rooting for his
tennis ball, A.J. walks over to Javier and tells him he gets to come over and
play video games with us. The ear to ear smile on Javier's face kind of reminds
me of a clown with a painted smile. I smirk and walk over to them. Javier grins
at me and then turns to his parents.
"Can I go home with A.J. and Brody to play video games?"
Regina turns to him. "Are your chores done?"
"Yes, Mama, I did them all this morning. Please?"
"You can go. Actually, if you want, you can spend tomorrow night with them too.
Angelina's spending the weekend at abuela's and it'll give me a chance to wax
the floors if everyone is gone. Take your backpack with clean clothes and
toiletries. And don't be a nuisance while you're there."
"Thanks, Mama! I promise I'll be good." He turns to us. "I'll be right back!"
He sprints up the stairs to his room.
Regina turns to us. "Please assure him that we're perfectly alright with it if
he's gay. Tell him we love him and only want what's best for him. We want him
to be happy."
"I will, Mama. I think if he is he might find it easier to come out to us; he
knows he can tell me anything. I kinda thought he would've by now if he were."
"Well we're not a hundred percent sure but he shows some of the same signs you
did. Just please tell him it doesn't matter to us and he needs to be honest
with us."
"I will, Mama. You guys were great when I finally came out to you, and he saw
that too. He'll be okay."
"We love our children unconditionally, hijo."
A.J. smiles. "I know, Mama. We love you and Papa with all our hearts."
She smiles and stands up, walking over to him. She pulls him in her arms and
holds him tightly. He wraps his arms around her and sighs, a smile on his face.
She pulls back from the hug, kisses his cheek and turns to me.
"Thank you for doing this, Brody. I expect you'll show him the same kindness
you show the rest of us."
"You're very welcome, Regina. And of course I will. I love him and Angelina
very much and I would never be hurtful or unkind to either of them."
"I know... The three of them are very trusting and give their hearts away
easily. I'm starting to see why they love you so much though. My children and
husband seem to think you're the second coming. I'll admit I've been swayed a
little." She smiles at me.
I smile. "Wow, you're almost gushing. Thank you though. I happen to feel the
same way about this family. You're all very special to me and I'm honored to
have been allowed in."
She grins. "You're making progress. Please don't allow my youngest son to get
power hungry while he's there. You're as easy as they are and he'll take
advantage of it if he sees an opening. He thinks he's fooling someone but he's
not the boy he presents to the world."
I chuckle. "He's seeking world domination, huh?"
She laughs. "Not quite, but he can be very manipulative when he wants something
badly enough. He comes off as this sweet, innocent boy but that's the not the
real Javier. Just don't let him take charge."
"I'll do my best. Between you and Alejandro I'm starting to get a very
different picture of him."
She grins. "Well he can be very sweet and loving. He can also be a real ass if
given the chance. Like the other two he's convinced I don't see and hear
things. The boy's lucky he still has a tongue to speak with sometimes. He knows
better than to use that language around me but I've still heard him when he's
talking to his friends. And just as a hint; soap doesn't work on him."
I laugh. "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe stronger soap; something with lye in
it."
She laughs. "Been there; done that."
About thirty seconds later Javier is bounding down the stairs, his backpack
slung over his left shoulder and smiling from ear to ear. I'm really starting
to wonder if I've been played, and if so, this could really turn out to be a
huge disaster. He's got me by the balls. Well his brother too if he wanted.
Talk about having your hands tied behind your back. We get our coats on and
tell everyone goodbye and walk out to the car. I just walk over to the
passenger side and wait for A.J. to unlock the door. He just looks at me. I
grin.
"You have the keys; unlock the doors, please."
"Yeah, but why are you over there?"
"You have the keys; you're driving."
Javier jumps in. "That's how it works? So if I have your keys I get to drive?"
I turn and smile at him. "Sure. When you have your license."
He rolls his eyes and grins. "I knew there was a loophole."
"Then get your license." I turn to A.J. "Are you ever gonna unlock the doors?"
He smirks and clicks the button. "I'm not driving your car though."
"Why not? It's just a car; get in and drive us home."
I open the passenger door and get in, buckling up and looking at him through
the driver's side window. He rolls his eyes and gets behind the wheel, looking
at me. He shakes his head and starts the car.
"If I wreck you're gonna have to explain why I was driving."
I laugh. "Jeez, when's the last time you drove?"
"Almost a year. Are you really sure you want to ride with me?"
Javier leans forward. "I'll drive if he doesn't want to."
"Down, boy. At least he has a license." I turn to A.J. "You do have one, right?"
"Yes, I have my license."
"Then you need the practice. Drive around town for a while and then take us
home. And from now on when we go somewhere, you're driving."
He rolls his eyes again and buckles up. After getting the seat and mirrors
adjusted he very slowly backs out of the driveway, making me and Javier laugh.
We spend about a half hour driving around town before heading home. And he
definitely needs the practice. I didn't feel scared but I was getting tired of
having my seatbelt lock up almost every time he'd come to a stop. Javier would
laugh and I'd just slightly shake my head. Once we're in the garage he hands me
the keys and shakes his head.
"That was pathetic."
Javier laughs again and I turn to him and smile. "That's why you need practice.
Why didn't you tell me it's been a year since you've driven?"
"Didn't see the point. You drive us everywhere and I'm fine with that."
"Well not anymore; you're driving us everywhere now. Get used to it."
He rolls his eyes again and gets out of the car. When we get inside I have
Javier drop his backpack in our room and wait for him to come back. When he's
standing in front of me he leans forward and lands on my mouth, shoving his
tongue in. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in, my tongue dueling
with his. We make out for almost a full minute before he pulls back,
breathless. I'm a little breathless myself; that was a hungry kiss. I smile at
him.
"I like the way you say hi."
He grins. "I love the way you kiss."
"I love you."
He smiles. "I love you more."
I reach up and run my fingers down his cheek, smiling at him. He blushes a
little and grins. When we have our hellos over with I pull back from him.
"We have a huge problem, baby boy. We need to talk about it."
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
"Your other daddy knows you're in love with me. He told me at lunch."
The smile falls from his face and he looks scared. "Oh fuck. What'd he say?"
"He says he thinks you're in love with me. He said you need to come out to them
if you're gay, that they don't care if you are but you need to be honest with
them. He also said I need to talk to you and let you down gently if you have a
crush on me or in love with me."
"Brody, I give you my word of honor I've never said a word to anyone about us.
How the fuck does he know?"
"He says because he's seen how you are around me. I guess Christmas night was
the give-away; he saw how cuddly you were with me. Well that, and he says you
talk about me all the time, like a boyfriend would talk about their boyfriend."
He shakes his head and looks like he's about to cry. "I'm so sorry. I swear I
haven't done anything to let on about us. I don't think I've said anything
different than I ever did about you."
"Well I think it's more a look in your eyes than anything you've actually said.
He says you seem a lot like A.J. when you talk about me."
"Well I can't help that; I love you and it's hard not to have a look in my eyes
when I think about you."
"I know, baby, but you have to try as hard as possible. This is going to turn
in a giant shit-storm if they figure it out."
"Fuuuuck. What about Mama; does she think so too?"
"He says he doesn't think she's figured out that part. She does think you're
gay though. That's why you were sent home with us; to convince you to come out
to them. They both said they love you unconditionally and it doesn't matter to
them if you're gay. They just want you to be honest with them."
He thinks for a second. "If I come out to them they're gonna start asking
questions about my feelings for you."
"I thought of that too. The only thing we can do is tell them you did admit to
having a crush on me but we talked it out and you realize it's not the right thing
for you. You want to find a boyfriend your own age but you just have a slight
crush on me."
"You think they'd believe that?"
"You have to sell it. You have to convince them that you're feelings for me are
just temporary or you're just confusing loving me with being in love with me.
Sell it that you really don't have an interest in someone twice your age but
you really like me a lot and got kinda confused. Hell, make it sound like the
worst idea in the world if you have to. Like, ewwwww."
He laughs. "You're so far from ewwww I can't even see it. I think you're one of
the hottest guys I've ever seen."
I blush a little. "Thank you, baby boy. I think you're pretty damn hot too. But
we have to sell this to them to get them off our backs or we're doomed."
"But what if I can't stop having whatever look in my eyes when I think about
you? I don't even know what I'm doing; it's hard to stop doing it."
"I guess just try not to talk about me as much. You can think about me all you
want, but don't talk about me so much in front of them or Angelina. I mean,
I've seen the look from you and A.J.; I know what they're talking about. It's
just a look in your eyes. A look of love. It melts my heart but you have to try
to control it."
He smiles. "Well I do love you with everything in me. It's really hard not to
show it in my eyes. I'll try though. I can't lose you; I just got you and I
can't lose you."
"I can't lose you either. We have to get them off the scent before they figure
out what's going on. Are you gonna come out to them?"
He nods. "Yeah, I'll come out to them. They were really cool with A.J. when he
did. I just thought they wouldn't want to hear their other son likes dick too.
You know, the whole having grandchildren thing."
"I kinda slid that in during my talk with your dad. He said he didn't care
about that; he only cares about the three he has. Don't worry about coming out
to them; they're really alright with it. Just try to downplay any feelings for
me if they ask. Don't volunteer anything; just if they ask."
He smiles. "Okay, Daddy. It's not like it's the first time I've ever told them
what they wanna hear."
I smirk. "So I've heard. You're not as sly as you think you are sometimes,
baby. They say you can be manipulative and you have a mouth like a sailor."
A.J. laughs. "I keep tellin' ya, they're not a dumb as you think they are. They
see and hear things all the time. They know your game, dude."
"No way. They may think they do but I have them outsmarted."
"You keep thinking that, dumbass. You'll find out the hard way when they call
your bluff one of these days. They did it to me and they'll do it to you and
Angelina."
"You're just not as good as I am; or as smart."
A.J. laughs. "This from the guy who's barely holding a C average in school. I'm
tellin' ya, they know your game. Mama even told Brody you present this sweet,
good boy to the world but you're an ass sometimes. She also knows about the
cussing; she hears you talk to your friends."
"If she knew about the cussing she would've beat my ass by now."
"That's not how they work all the time. She's giving you enough rope to hang
yourself. Think about it."
Javier scoffs and turns back to me. "Do you think I'm a manipulative ass
sometimes?"
"I haven't known you long enough to find out. You're always sweet to me. Are
you?"
He grins. "I can be."
"Are you being manipulative with me?"
He shakes his head. "No. Never. I would never play games with you."
"I hope not. I love you and trust you; don't play me."
"I would never hurt you. You gotta believe me."
"I believe you. He's right though; they're not as dumb as you might think. Just
because they're older and parents don't think they haven't done all the same
shit you have. Besides, is that really how you want to treat people? Play them
for what you can get away with?"
He looks a little pissed off. "No, but sometimes you have to work around people
because they're fuckin' stupid or trying to get in your way."
"Yeah, but what do you hope to accomplish by getting around them? It may work
for the immediate need or want but in the meantime you've disrespected them and
made them question your motives."
"How is that disrespecting them?"
"Really? You don't know? How would you feel if one of your friends did that to
you? What if he played you because he wanted something from you that you
weren't ready to give? Let's say he wanted to use your Playstation and gave you
some sob story about his being broken. You're his friend and believe him so you
let him use it and the whole time his is at home, working just fine. You just
got played."
"When I found out I'd kick his fuckin' ass for lying to me, and we wouldn't be
friends anymore."
"Yup. And what if someone you're playing finds out and does the same to you?
Make ya feel like crap, huh?"
"Whatever. What does this have to do with getting what I want from my parents?
They do the same shit to me all the time. They make deals with me to get better
grades and shit; that's playing games. They told me I could get my permit if I
brought my grades up to a C average. What's different about that?"
"They're trying to use it as motivation; not to play you. They want your grades
up and you want your license; they see it as motivation to make you the deal."
"Feels like being played to me. They just wanna manipulate me to get what they
want; it's no different."
"Why are you getting pissed off?"
"Because you're taking their side! You think just because I'm sixteen you don't
have to treat me how you treat A.J."
"I'm not taking anyone's side, Javier; I'm just pointing out the flaw in your
plan. I would do the same with A.J. if I were having this discussion with him;
your age has nothing to do with it. You said you wanted to learn from me; learn
this. Playing and manipulating people will come back and bite you in the ass
more often than it works out in the end."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've been there and done that. I was incredibly manipulative when I
was a kid. I could get anything I wanted because I knew how to play the game.
Come to find out; they knew the game too. When your friends start avoiding you
because they're tired of the bullshit and your family thinks you can't be
trusted anymore it's a big wake-up call. I'm trying to give you the benefit of
my experience; not give you shit."
"I'm sorry. I still feel like you're being harder on me than you would him
though. I understand what you're saying but don't talk to me like a little kid;
I hate that shit. I'm smarter than people think I am."
"You're very smart; I know that. Why are your grades in the crapper?"
"School sucks. It's a bunch of losers who only think about the next grade or
wanna fuck with someone because they're bored. I'm sick of it."
A.J. looks at him. "Who's fucking with you in school?"
"Nobody. Don't worry about it."
"Tell me what's going on, dude."
"Nothing's going on. Don't worry your pretty little head about it; it'll work
out."
"Fuck that. Tell me what's going on. Who's fucking with you?"
"Maybe I'm the one doing the fucking; ever think of that?"
"Bullshit. Someone's fucking with you at school. Tell me who it is."
"I don't need my big brother to beat up the bullies; I can take care of
myself."
"I just wanna know what's going on at school. If you're being fucked with then
we need to take care of it."
"I told ya; I'm gonna take care of it. Stay out of it. I'm not some little kid
who needs to have his hand held in school and have my big brother protect me."
"Stop being a fucking ass and tell me what's going on. I'm not beating up
anyone but I wanna know what's going on."
"Fuck you. I'm not being an ass; I'm just tellin' you like it is. I can take
care of myself. I don't need the big wrestler to come to my defense."
A.J. shocks both of us when he reaches across and smacks Javier across the
face. "You ever tell me fuck you again and I'll kick your fucking ass! Now what
the fuck is going on at school, you little asshole!?"
"Fuck you!"
He launches himself at A.J. and starts swinging, trying to hit him in the face.
A.J. slugs him in the stomach, dropping him to his knees and then lands on him
and pins him to the floor, slugging him in the side. They start rolling around on
the floor, each trying to get on top the other to hit them. They've been going
at each other for about two minutes when I decide enough is enough; they're
knocking shit over. Javier's on top of A.J., slugging him in the side of the
head. I reach down and yank Javier up by his shirt and throw him back into the
chair.
"That's enough! What the fuck!?" I turn to A.J. "Really? That's how you handle
things?"
"Hey, he came swinging at me first! I was defending myself!"
"You started it by smacking him across the face." I point to the couch. "Sit
down over there!" I turn back to Javier while he's starting to stand. "Sit your
ass down! I know brothers get on each other's nerves but this is total
bullshit!" Javier starts to move again. "I said sit your ass down before I
knock it down! Sit!"
"I can stand up anytime I want! Who the fuck are you to tell me to sit!?"
"You're fucking boyfriend; now sit your ass down so we can work this out like
adults."
He gives me a dirty look and sits down, grumbling. I just shake my head at him.
"What the fuck are you so pissed off about? I mean before you got smacked.
What's going on at school?"
"Nothing. Stay out of it."
"Ain't happening. I'll tie your ass to that fucking chair if I have to, but
you're gonna tell me what's going on at school before we leave this room. Start
talkin'."
"You ain't tying shit to nothing. I'll talk if I wanna talk."
"Fine. Get out. Go home and act like a little boy if you want. I thought you
were a man and we had mutual respect and love. I guess not; it's one sided."
He looks at me with tears starting to form in his eyes. "I'm sorry... Please
don't be mad at me. I'm really sorry. I do love and respect you, Brody. I'm
really sorry. Please forgive me."
"If you'll treat me like an adult and tell me what's going on I'll be happy to
forgive you. No more snide comments. No more `fuck you's' to anyone. No more
whaling on anyone. We treat each other with respect and talk shit out." I turn
to A.J. "That goes for you too. No swinging on someone just because of a word."
"Yeah, take your little power bottom's side."
"Really? You wanna go there with me right now? I didn't sign up for referee
duty; I fell in love with two brothers. My mistake."
I turn and leave the room, grabbing my coat and keys and walk to the garage,
hitting the button to open the door. I get in my car and back out of the garage
and driveway, tires squealing. And yes, it does occur to me that I'm leaving my
own house, leaving them there. I'm hoping they'll work this shit out while I'm
gone. I'll either come back to an empty house, one dead brother and one live
one or two happy brother's freaking out that I left. Risky, but I didn't feel
like playing the game by their rules just now.
As soon as I'm pulling away, A.J. turns on Javier, crying.
"Are you fucking happy now!? You got your wish; you broke us up, you piece of
shit!"
Javier starts crying too. "That's not what I wanted!!" He pulls his knees up
and hugs them, rocking and crying. "That's not what I wanted at all! I wanted
all three of us to be together!"
"Well you fucked that up, didn't ya!? You had to act like a fucking spoiled
little brat and get all pissy with everyone! Thanks a lot, asshole! If he
doesn't come back and forgive me I'll never fuckin' forgive you!"
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, A.J.! This isn't what I wanted at all! I don't
know what happened..."
"You were acting like a fuckin' little boy; that's what happened, dumbass! You
have to have everything your way and fuck anyone who gets in your way! How's it
feel now!? You got your fuckin' way!"
"I didn't! I didn't want this at all! You have to believe me; I didn't want to
break you guys up; I just wanted to be part of you. I'm so, so sorry. Oh God...
I've fucked everything up. I'm really sorry, A.J. Please forgive me. I fucked
up and I'm sorry."
"No, not this time. You fuck things up and say you're sorry and then do
something again in a few days. Now you're fucking with my life and happiness
and I'm not forgiving you this time. You tell everyone you're a fucking man but
you still act like a little brat."
"Oh God... Please! Please, A.J., I swear I'll never do it again. I'll act like a
man; I promise! Please don't hate me..."
"I don't hate you; I could never hate you. I'm just really pissed at you right
now and I don't know if I can ever forgive you for this one. You were playing
us the whole time, weren't ya? You wanted Brody and you played him with that
sob story about wishing you were dead and calling him Daddy and all that shit."
"No! God, no! I wasn't playing a game. You have to believe me; I'm serious; I
love him and I want to be with you guys. I would never hurt either of you like
that. Please forgive me, A.J. Please. I'll do anything. I'll leave you guys
alone if you want me to; I'll just go home and never come back. Please forgive
me."
"Well thanks to you I don't have any say in that; that's his decision. You
wormed your way into his heart somehow and it's up to him who stays and who
goes. Believe me, if he chooses you over me then we'll never be the same. We'll
be like strangers; not brothers. If by some amazing twist of fate he chooses
both of us, then you have to promise this shit will never happen again. If he
asks you something; you fuckin' answer him. Act like a fucking man and deal
with your problems like an adult."
Javier starts shaking his head back and forth, still crying. "No... No, I would
never let him choose me over you. You come first to me; you're my brother and I
love you. Please don't ever say we'll not be brothers. Please, A.J.; don't ever
say that again. Oh God... God, I'm so sorry. Please believe me, I'm really,
really sorry and I promise I'll always act like a man from now on."
"You say that now because you're scared. What about when you get all pissy and
start acting like a fucking brat again? Huh? What then? Back to being a fucking
ten year old?"
"No! I promise; I won't do it ever again. I give you my word of honor, A.J., I
won't ever do this again. Please forgive me. Please, A.J., I need you to
forgive me."
"You give me your word? No more tantrums; no more acting like a little brat; no
more games?"
"Yes! I give you my word; I won't do any of that. I'll act like a man no matter
what. No games. Ever again. I swear. Please, A.J., you have to believe me. Just
please forgive me for this last time; please. Brother to brother. Please
forgive me."
A.J. groans. "Last time, meathead. If you ever do anything like this again
don't even ask for forgiveness; it won't happen."
"Never again! I swear on everything that's Holy I'll never do this again. I
can't live through this another time. You really forgive me, A.J.?"
"Yeah, I really forgive you. You're my brother and I love you."
Javier cries harder and A.J. gets up and goes to him.
"Stand up, little brother; come here."
Javier stands and falls into A.J. arms, crying almost uncontrollably and
holding so tightly A.J.'s about to suffocate. A.J. starts crying again too and
they hold each other, each telling the other it'll be okay.
While they've been working on things I've been driving around town, asking
myself what the hell I've gotten myself into. Was all of this really worth it?
I love them both, and yes even in love with both of them, but I really don't
know if the three of us are ready for this kind of relationship. Javier wasn't
mature enough to handle problems at school; how the hell was he going to handle
being in a 3-way relationship. Apparently A.J. wasn't too much more grown up,
considering his last comment before I left and smacking his brother for just
being told fuck you. Yeah, it's enough to piss someone off but hitting your own
brother for it seems a little extreme. I didn't sign up for this. I just fell
in love, and took the risk of ending up in prison for falling in love with his
sixteen year old brother. I needed to talk to someone about this but there
wasn't anyone to talk to that didn't have a vested interest in the whole thing.
It was either them or their father; neither a good choice for various reasons.
I spend another hour driving out in the country before going home; still not
having any answers and still not knowing what to do about any of it. The garage
door is still open when I pull in the driveway. I pull in and shut off the car,
looking at the kitchen door; wondering what's on the other side of it. I wait
another minute before getting out and walking in the house. When I walk in
they're both sitting at the kitchen table, playing cards and drinking a soda.
At least they've worked it out. They turn around and look at me, both of them
looking like they've been crying. I just sigh and look at them, not knowing
what to do or say. A.J. stands up and turns to me.
"Please forgive me for what I said; for everything that happened here today.
I'm truly sorry, Brody."
I sigh again. "You were angry and it just slipped out; don't worry about it. I
forgive you."
Javier stands and looks at me. "I'm sorry too, Brody. Please forgive me for
acting like a little brat. I had no excuse to ever talk to either of you like
that and I'm very sorry."
I nod my head. "I accept your apology and I forgive you; don't worry about it."
A.J. looks in my eyes. "You're really questioning everything, aren't you? You
look defeated and sad."
I sigh. "Right on all counts."
I turn and open the fridge, grabbing a soda and walking into the living room. I
see they've cleaned up their mess. I sit in my recliner and lean back, popping
the can open and taking a long gulp. I set the can on the table and stare at
the windows across from me. They come in and sit next to each other on the
couch across from me, looking at me and looking scared and sad. A.J.'s
practically whispering.
"Please tell us what you're thinking. Please talk to us."
I sigh again and look at him. "Let me ask you what I've been asking myself for
the last hour and a half. Do you guys think we're able to handle a relationship
like we have? All three of us? I mean, look at us, our first serious
confrontation turns into a knock-down, drag out fight. That's not very
encouraging for the next time something happens. Are we all ready for this?"
Javier chokes back a sob and stands up. "I'm sorry. I'll just go home and leave
you guys alone. I'm so sorry."
"Hey, that's not what I asked. I asked if you guys think we're ready for this.
Do you really think we can handle this emotionally? You guys are already
jealous of each other; is that gonna improve?"
A.J. snaps his head to me. "We're not jealous of each other. We just get
physical sometimes when we fight; we always have."
I sigh again. "We'll come back to that. But you wouldn't have said what you
said if you weren't jealous. And he wouldn't work so hard at keeping my
attention if he weren't jealous. Accept it and move on. What I'm asking is, are
we all emotionally ready for this?"
"So you're saying we're not mature enough to handle this. You think we're just
boys."
I shake my head and sigh. "Why are you putting words in my mouth? I've asked
one question; the same question I've been asking myself and apparently you guys
don't know the answer any more than I do. Never mind... Maybe one day I'll
figure it out. In the meantime we need to decide what we wanna do."
Javier looks at me. "Yes, we're emotionally ready for this. Maybe not all the
time, but I don't think anyone is emotionally mature all the time. For the most
part though I think we can make this work. If we always talk to each other like
we are now and not get angry or hurt or jealous then I think we can make it
work. I want to make it work and I'll do anything I can to help."
I look at Javier and grin a little. "Thank you. So no more days like today?"
"No, Brody, no more days like today. I promise."
I turn to A.J. "How about you? Do you think we're ready for this?"
He grunts. "Yeah, I think we're ready. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"Why are you being so defensive? I'm just looking for answers to the questions
I've been asking myself. I don't have anyone but you guys to talk to about our
relationship and I was really hoping you'd help me sort it out."
"I just thought you were looking for a way out; trying to blame it on someone
and find a way out. I'm sorry."
"Well I'm not looking for a way out; I'm looking for a way to keep us together
and un-injured. Please don't automatically assume something or want to strike
back all the time. Sometimes people are just looking for answers or help with a
problem."
He looks down at the floor. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'm scared too. If something like Javier having a problem at school can
do this to us, it made me really question our ability to keep it together. We
need to help each other through the tough times; not fight with each other. Can
we make a promise to each other to work things out before calling each other names
or taking a swing at someone? Please?"
He looks up at me. "Yes. I promise I'll try to stay calm and work things out
without name calling or fighting. I'm really sorry I hit him, and I'm sorry I
said those things. Do you really forgive me?"
I smile. "Yeah, I really forgive you; both of you. I really do love you both
more than I can say. We just have to talk like this in the future and not
panic."
Javier smiles at me, his face wet. "I promise too, Brody. I already promised
A.J. I'd always act like a man and not a spoiled little brat. I'm really sorry
I was such an asshole to both of you."
"Thanks. Apology accepted, baby boy. I owe you guys an apology too. I shouldn't
have just left; that was the wrong thing to do. I'm sorry, and I won't do it
again. I did it to stop myself from saying something I'd regret but it's still
no excuse."
A.J. looks up again. "Do you still think we were a mistake?"
"No, I don't think loving you guys is a mistake. I don't know a lot about how
we're going to make this work, but I know it's not a mistake to love you. I'm
sorry I said that."
He smiles a little. "Apology accepted. I don't know about him, but I could use
one of your hugs in the worst way right now. I need to feel you against me;
know that you're here."
I stand up and walk over to them. They both stand up and A.J. falls into my
arms from in front and Javier goes around and holds me from behind; both of
them holding on for dear life.
A.J. whispers in my right ear. "I love you, Papi."
Javier whispers in my left ear. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you both with all my heart."
About two minutes into our hug I pull back and take A.J.'s chin in my fingers
and give him a gentle kiss. We both smile at each other through our tears. I
turn and give Javier the same kiss. He smiles at me and then hiccups, making us
all giggle. I take his shoulder and move him to stand next to his brother.
"I want to see both my beautiful men at the same time. I love you guys. I know
we'll be okay because we do love each other. Our promise to each other right
now; no other day like today. Deal?"
They both smile. "Deal."
"It's so good to see you both smile again. It's a much better look for you
guys." I wink at them.
Javier smiles again. "It's a good look on you too, sexy Daddy."
"He's right; it's a great look on you, sexy Papi; even with the wet face."
I blush and grin. "I'm going for the wet look. Now, let's say we go out to
dinner and get some food. I sure as hell don't feel like cooking, and I'm not eating
anything you guys cook."
They both laugh, A.J. shaking his head at me. "Hey, I can cook a few things."
I grin at him. "Yeah, exploding mac and cheese. I'll pass, baby. How about the
Outback instead?"
Javier shouts out. "Hell yeah! I love it there!"
I grin at him. "I bet. You do have a great appreciation for beef."
They both laugh. Javier blushes a little and grins. "Yup. Especially yours and
his. I'll settle for a steak now though. And we're taking you out; we're
paying."
"You don't have to take me out, baby; save your money."
"No. Please let us do this for you. A.J.'s driving and we're taking our man out
for dinner. No arguments."
I smile and lean in for a kiss. "Thank you; I accept." I turn to A.J. and kiss
him. "Thank you."
He grins. "Don't thank me; he's paying."
I grin back. "Then he's driving."
"Fuck yeah! Finally! Hell, I'll go get a job and take you out anytime you
want."
A.J. smirks and turns to Javier. "Nice try, little brother. I doubt you could
get a job before we all starve to death. And I'm not riding with you; you don't
even have a license."
"Fine, then you're paying half, huh?" He grins at him.
"Yes, I'm paying half; don't get your balls in a knot."
We all laugh. I turn to Javier. "Yeah, please don't; it makes it hard to suck
`em. Now let's get washed up and get out of here; I'm hungry."
A.J. smiles at me. "Date night?"
I smirk. "No, I don't have that kinda time; I'll starve. Guys night out."
They both laugh and head off to the bathroom in our bedroom. I watch them walk
out of the room, and no, not staring at their asses; just watching my two boys;
my men. I smile to myself, shake my head a little and walk after them.
We have drinks on the way and we've ordered. A.J. and I are sitting next to each
other with Javier across from us. I look right at him.
"I know you don't want to talk about this, but please tell us what's going on
at school."
He sighs and looks down. "It's just some dick at school who thinks he can talk
shit and push me into lockers. Please don't make this more than it is."
"Well it's a lot to me." I look around to see if anyone's close. "There's some
asshole laying his hands on my boyfriend and making his life hell. What kinds
of things does he say to you?"
He shrugs. "He calls me a pussy or some version of it. He calls me fag all the
time. He says I'll never win a wrestling match because I'm too little and have
a clit. When he's sure nobody's watching he'll shove me into the nearest locker
and laugh, telling me I don't belong on the wrestling team and I should go home
and suck on mommy's tit. Don't worry about it, please; it's not that big a
deal."
A.J. shakes his head. "It's a huge fuckin' deal, Javier. Why didn't you tell me
this shit was going on? You don't have to always do things by yourself; I'm
always here for you. What's this fucker's name? He's on your team, huh?"
"I can handle it, A.J.; don't sweat it. And I'm not telling you his name."
"Javier... " He turns to me. "You can't allow yourself to be bullied like that;
you have to let someone know what's going on. Get the little fuckers ass kicked
out of school."
"Yeah, right, rat him out and become known as the pussy boy snitch who had to
run to the principal. No thanks, Brody; my life would really be hell then. I'll
deal with it."
"How are you going to deal with it? What's your plan?"
He shakes his head. "You don't wanna know. Just know that I'll take care of
it."
"Baby, please don't do anything like that. Please don't. You may take care of
him but your life will be over as you know it. You could end up in prison or
shot dead by the cops. Please don't do anything drastic. I'm begging you."
"I'm not gonna shoot him or nothin'. Jeez, I don't even know where I'd get a
gun. No, I'm just gonna make his life as hard as he makes mine. Make him think
twice about fucking with me, or anyone else. And most likely get kicked out of
school at the same time."
"Okay, then how do you plan on doing that? What's you plan?"
He shakes his head again. "No, I'm not telling you guys; you'll try to talk me
out of it."
"It depends on the plan. Maybe we could offer suggestions to make it better."
"Come on, dude; tell us your plan. If it's a good one we're behind you a
hundred percent. Hell, we'll help ya make it happen if you want. The fucker
needs to be put in his place. Nobody fucks with my family and gets away with
it."
Javier looks at both of us, trying to decide if he wants to let us in on it. He
turns to A.J. "You remember the hunting knife Papa got me for my birthday last
year?"
"Dude, you can't stab him; that's assault with a deadly weapon."
"Noooo. I'm not gonna stab the dickhead. I've taken the blade off and I'm gonna
shove it through the vent in his locker. Then I'm gonna send an anonymous note
to the office saying I saw him with a knife. They'll break into his locker and
find it, arrest him and haul his ass to jail. Hopefully he gets his own bubba
to cell with who'll fuck him every ten minutes."
"I kinda like it. But dude, the only fingerprints on it will be yours. How do
you convince them it's his knife blade when he doesn't have any prints on it?"
Javier rolls his eyes. "They're not gonna check it for prints if they find it
in his locker. They'll have the evidence right there."
"They will if he starts screaming bloody murder that he's being set up. If he
or his parents or lawyer tell them to take prints then they'll find just yours.
You'll be fucked."
"It's not like I have my fingerprints on file at the cop station. I've never
been arrested for anything. Besides, I can clean the knife with some of Mama's
smelly ass cleaner and then wear gloves when I touch it and when I put it in
his locker. It's cold; wearing gloves won't get noticed."
"You guys still have lockers with vents in `em? I thought they got rid of
those."
He turns back to me. "The ones in the locker-room are the old ones; they have
vents. I don't know his normal locker but I know his gym locker by heart."
"I don't know, baby; it sounds risky. What if someone sees you shove the blade
in? What if they do check for prints? None at all will still give them pause
and he'll probably tell `em it's you who set him up. We need to work out the
details."
He grins. "You guys will really help me get him back?"
"Hell yeah. We need a really good plan though. We can't just go kick his ass;
we'd end up in jail for assaulting a minor, even though I wouldn't care right
now. Still, we have to think of a way so it never, ever comes back to you."
He smiles. "Thanks, guys! That's so cool that you'll help me with this."
I smirk and smile at him. "You still haven't figured out that we'll do most
anything for you? Jeez, dude, get a clue; we love you."
He giggles and smiles. "I know. I love you guys too. So what should we do?"
I think for second and grin at him. "How big are the vents in the lockers? Like
what's the widest thing you could slide in there?"
"Wide or thick?"
"Thick I guess. Wide doesn't really matter with what I'm thinking."
He smiles. "I'd guess like a spiral notebook without the spirals attached. The
50 page kind; not the big ones."
"Good enough. You'd be taking as big a risk as he will though if you get busted
with anything on ya. You have to be absolutely sure nobody sees you with it."
"Sure. What're you talking about?"
"I know a guy I can get weed from. We get three joints from him and you shove
`em in his locker and then do your note thing, telling them you saw him smoking
weed behind the school before classes started."
"Fuck yeah! I love it! School starts again next Monday. We could do it like
Tuesday or Wednesday of next week if you can get the stuff."
A.J. turns to me, grinning. "You smoke weed?"
"Nooooo. I just know a guy who does. Jeez, guilt by association now, huh?" I
smile at him.
"No, I was just curious. That was kind of a surprise coming from you. Uh, I
know guys who smoke weed too. We have a problem. They'd test positive for THC
in a heartbeat. If this fuckhead doesn't smoke weed they won't find it in his
system and they'll know he was set up."
"Shit, I hadn't thought of a drug test. They'd probably do one, huh?"
"Yup. It's automatic if they find drugs in your locker."
I see the waitress approaching with our food. "Play nice, guys; food's here."
When the waitress leaves, Javier laughs and looks at us. "We could kidnap him,
take him to some empty warehouse, strip him and sit him in a bottomless chair
and whale on his balls until they fall off. That'd be fuckin' awesome."
A.J. laughs. "You've been watching that fuckin' Bond movie again. We can't
kidnap the little prick."
"Hey I love that scene. Besides, he's smokin' hot sitting in that chair,
naked."
"I'll give you that one, but we still can't kidnap the little twat. Besides, I
don't wanna hear him scream that loud. Eat your beef and think of something
else." He grins at him.
Javier giggles and starts cutting his steak. He smirks and looks at A.J. "And
I'm always thinking about beef."
We laugh and start eating. About halfway through dinner I look over at A.J.
"Hey, when we get home, give Hunter a call and have him come over. I don't know
why, but I just get a feeling he'll have some devious ideas to add to this. He
just seems like the kinda guy who knows how to set someone up and make it look
good."
They both laugh. "Yeah, you kinda have him figured out. He's a twisted fucker
when he sets his mind to it." He pulls his phone out and calls Hunter. "Hey,
pinche straight boy, what's up? Sound like fun. Tell your dog to lick your nuts
and not his own; it's more fun. Yeah, whatever, I never let Ringo lick my nuts.
Hey, can you stop by the house in a while? We need your help with something
devious. Neh, not right now; we're at the Outback having dinner. Hey, you
weren't there when we left the house. Tell ya what, we'll get a take-out order
for ya; whadda ya want? You got it, man. Hey I'll shoot ya a text when we're on
the way to the house. Later." He turns back to me and grins. "He says he's
intrigued and will be there."
I smile at him and look around for our waitress. I finally get her attention
and when she's standing there A.J. gives her the take-out order for Hunter.
When he's done I look up at her.
"That's a separate ticket, please, and make sure I get it."
"Yes Sir." She walks away.
My two men just look at me, shaking their heads. "Hey, it's the least I can do
for him. Besides, you two are taking me out; not him. Eat your beef."
Javier laughs. "Beat our meat? That's kinda rude in a restaurant, don't ya
think?"
I smirk and shake my head. "That's not what I said, smart-ass. Be nice, or
you'll get a spankin'."
"Please?"
"Shut up and eat, boy." I wink and smile at him.
He smiles and whispers across to me. "Yes, Daddy."