Chapter 8
Dealing With It
Copyright 2005 Julien Gregg
Edited by Bruce

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"Smells good," I said as I sat at the table, letting the smells of Phillip's cooking waft over me from the kitchen as he cooked.

"It's about ready," he said.  "You're being awful quiet."

"I'm thinking," I replied.  "Do you really think that Shirley would want to be my partner?"

"All you can do is ask her, Dustin," said Phillip.  "She's been saying she needs something to do now that she won't be working at the high school anymore."


"You can discuss it with her over supper tomorrow," he said as he started to bring dishes in from the kitchen. "You and Charlie are still coming, right?"

"She said she wasn't taking no for an answer," I reminded him with a chuckle.  "You sure I can't help?"

"Sit," he said when I started to get up.

He put a plate in front of me covered with sirloin steak, baked potato and corn.  There was a basket of rolls and a dish of butter and a bowl of tossed salad as well.  I was impressed.  I had no idea that he could cook.  He was constantly surprising me, and I had to admit that I really enjoyed being surprised.

"When did you learn to cook?"

"Oh a while ago," he chuckled.  "How's your steak?"

"Great," I replied.

"What time is Charlie supposed to be home?"

"All he said was tomorrow morning," I replied.  "He said he'd have his lawns mowed and we'd be at Tom and Shirley's for dinner."

"What happens if he meets Keith in the hallway?"

"I'm dreading that, actually," I admitted.

I had been thinking about that a lot.  I'd been thinking about that almost as much as I'd been dreading running into Keith myself.  I wished that Keith hadn't moved into the building at all.  I was sure that it was going to cause a lot of problems, and I wasn't sure what my brother's reaction was going to be.  Charlie hadn't said much about Keith since the funeral, but what he had said about him wasn't good.  However, Charlie would have to handle himself.  I couldn't hold his hand where Keith was concerned.  I still had to work out what I thought about living across the hall from him myself.

"You got quiet," Phillip said after a few minutes.


"Is Keith living across the hall going to be that much of a problem?" he asked as he picked through his salad.  "I mean you guys were friends for years, right?"

"Until he told the free world that I tried to rape him," I nodded.

"Which you said no one really believed," he retorted.

"I thought they did at first," I replied.  "It doesn't really matter though. He said it."

"Yes he did," agreed Phillip.  "I'm not suggesting that you be his friend again. What I'm asking is if it should really bother you that he lives across the hall from you. I mean it isn't as if he's in the next room or anything. He's in the apartment across the hall."

"True," I said slowly.

What he'd said was exactly true.  I just hadn't really thought of it that way.  I supposed it really shouldn't bother me that much.  I really didn't have to face Keith every day.  If I ran into him in the hall way, coming and going from the apartment, then I could just ignore him.  If Charlie had a problem with Keith, that was his business.  I didn't have to let either of those things ruin any part of my day.  I should just put it out of my mind and deal with any problem that Keith's living in the building presented when it came up.

"Well, like you said, you don't have to say anything to Tom about it unless it becomes a problem," he said.  "But you shouldn't sit there and brood about it unless it becomes a problem either. Don't make problems for yourself, Dustin."

He was absolutely right.  That was the last thing I needed to do.  If I sat there and picked at it, it would fester until all I could think about was the fact that Keith was across the hall.  I had to find a way to put the thought out of my mind.  I decided to switch gears and think about Phillip.  It wasn't hard really.  He was an easy distraction.

"What do you want to do with the rest of the evening?" I asked after a brief silence.

"I don't know," he replied.  "We could go out if you want."

"We could," I said slowly.

"Or we could just stay in and be lazy," he said with a smirk.

"I think I like that suggestion," I said, smiling.

We smiled back and forth at each other as we continued to silently eat our meal.  When we were both finished, Phillip cleared away the empty dishes and put them in the small dishwasher.  I sat at the table while he cleaned up the kitchen, and then he came back and took my hand to lead me down the hall, turning off the lights as we went.

He started pulling my shirt off as soon as we were in my room, leaving trails of kisses down my newly exposed skin that sent shivers down my body.  As he pushed my sweat shorts and boxers down my hips, he pushed me back until I was sitting on the bed.  I laid back so he could get my clothes off of me, and then I was naked.  He knelt on the floor to untie my shoes and take them off as well as my socks, and I smiled up at him as he stood before me and stripped.  I repositioned myself in the bed as he climbed over me to settle in beside me.

"Well, we're naked," he chuckled when he was settled.

"Yes, and I, for one, am very happy about that," I replied, smiling at him.

"I do love to have you naked, Dustin," he said as his eyes swept over me.

"Oh you do, huh?"  I laughed.


He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow with his fist under his cheek to look at me as he let his hand glide down my chest and stomach.  I watched his eyes as they traveled down my body until his hand grasped my erection, and I gasped as he began to stroke me gently.  He wasn't doing it in a way that would get me off, so I wasn't worried about that.  It was sending a warm wave of pleasure through my body though, and I loved the tingly feeling that came with that.

"That's nice," I managed through an intake of a labored breath.  His manipulation of my erection was very effective in making my mind fuzzy with lust filled thoughts and filled it with a fog of sexual desire that was hard to penetrate.

"Like that?"


He leaned forward until his face was over my chest, and then his tongue was lightly tracing my nipple.  Chills rippled through me and my toes literally curled from the sensation.  A moan escaped me as I felt his teeth lightly graze the nub of my nipple, and his grip on my erection became slightly more firm as he continued to stroke me.  This rhythm would bring me to orgasm if it continued for long, but I knew that this wasn't what he had in mind.  In a flash, his tongue left my nipple, and his hand left my dick.  I was left in utter disappointment for a few seconds until he started kissing his way down the center of my chest and stomach, nuzzling his nose in my pubic hair before he biased my erection completely to land kisses around it and started kissing my balls so softly that the sensation was just a hair between a tickle and ecstasy.  His body was contorted until he was nearly bent completely in half to reach my pelvis, and he had to cease contact with me to reposition himself in the bed.

He crawled between my legs, using his hands to push my body up further in the bed until my upper body was half resting on the headboard of my bed.  I was almost sitting up with him between my spread legs.  My eyes closed slowly as his mouth went back to my balls and those tantalizingly soft kisses began again over and over again as my balls began to churn precum up through my shaft.  It slid down the side of my erection, and the only time that Phillip stopped his soft kissing on my balls was to lightly lap up the torrent of precum that was his reward for his efforts. 

When his lips firmly locked around the head of my erection, I thought my head would surely explode.  My eyes snapped open and then promptly rolled back into my head as he slowly began to sink his lips down the length of my shaft, applying a mind-numbing amount of suction until I was lodged in the back of his throat and his nose was once again nuzzled in my pubic hair.  When he started to hum around my erection, I started to moan and my head lolled from side to side.  He backtracked slowly with just as much of that mind- numbing suction until his lips were just around the crown of my erection once more, and then he twisted his head from side to side, making me hiss.  I could feel him inhale and exhale through his nose as he slowly sank back down until his nose was back in my pubic hair again, and I didn't know how much more of that I could take.  I was sure that he'd have me blasting off like the space shuttle in minutes if he kept that up long.

He did that about four more times, and I could feel my balls getting tighter in their sack and climbing against my body.  That meant that I was getting dangerously close to reaching my orgasm.  At that moment I wanted nothing more than to let that tidal wave of euphoria crash over me, but I also wanted this to last a bit longer.  It was also in that moment that Phillip let my erection escape his lips and he looked up at me.

"Still with me?" he asked as if he sensed that I was getting too close to the point of no return.

"Almost wasn't there for a minute," I admitted breathlessly.

"I know," he chuckled lightly as he crawled up my body until we were face to face.

He brought his lips to mine and we shared a soft kiss that filled me with warmth, and then he was sitting beside me in the bed.  His arm was around my shoulders, and I leaned my head over to rest against his as a sigh escaped me.  This was bliss, and I wanted it to last forever.  I had no idea what else he had in mind for the rest of the night.

"I thought I'd give you a breather so you could recover a bit," he said after a minute.  "Don't want this to end too soon."

"Thanks," I said.  I wasn't able to utter much more than that.  His effect was far too powerful for me.

We were silent for a little while as he lazily stroked my thigh with his other hand and kissed my hair.  The only light in the room came from the filtered light of the moon that came through the half closed blinds on my bedroom windows.  Our tanned skin looked ghostly pale in that light and gave the scene a surreal quality that was dream like in a way.  I felt more relaxed with Phillip than I thought I could ever feel with anyone, and I knew that I was in for a world of pain and heartbreak when the summer ended and he had to go home to Maine.

He was trying to make sure that he could come back the following summer and even attend Storyville University, but that was a whole year away, and I wasn't a fool.  I knew how much a person could change in a year.  So many things could happen in a person's life in a year that no one could even speculate about.  It was stupid to hand my heart over to him, but what if I was completely powerless to stop? I didn't even know how he felt about me. I knew that he liked me, but he'd said that he was in love with his teacher.  He'd said that he had every intention of resuming his relationship with his teacher as soon as possible, so where did that leave me?

It was quite possible that I was falling in love with a boy that couldn't return that love.  It was completely possible that I was setting myself up to get my heart broken.  I'd have no one to blame but myself for it in the end.  I knew all of that.  I'd had this argument with myself a thousand times and the end result was always the same.  The fact still remained that I didn't know what to do about it though.

"You got quiet," he said after a few minutes of silence.



"You," I sighed.  "Me. Us."

"I've been wondering when we were going to have that discussion," he sighed, sitting up straighter in the bed.  "We might as well have it now."

"You sound disappointed," I said quickly.

"Not disappointed," he replied.  "Just worried. I'm not sure where you stand with this, Dustin. I'm not sure what you think about 'us' or even if you think there is an 'us' at this point."

"Well, I was kind of wondering the same thing about you," I admitted.  "I don't know where you stand on the issue, either."

"You know that I like you a lot, Dustin," he said.  "Otherwise I wouldn't spend so much time with you, and I wouldn't have sex with you at all. I mean, I don't just hop into bed with every hot gay guy I run across."

"I know that," I said slowly.

"Well, I don't want you to think that I just like you for sex, because that isn't how I operate at all," he said.

"I never thought that."

"And you know that I've been trying to talk my parents into letting me come back here next summer," he said.  "I wouldn't be doing that if it weren't for you, Dustin. I mean, I love spending time with Andy and my aunt and uncle, but I've been spending most of my time with you."

"What about Mike?" I asked, dreading what he would say in reply.

"Mike is a man, Dustin," he said.  "I'm a boy that he liked having sex with.  It took me a while to really wrap my mind around that fact, but I've finally done that. That's all it was, though.  Besides, I wasn't really in love with Mike.  I thought I was, but in reality I was just in love with the idea of being in love."

"So how do you feel about me?" I asked.

"I think I just basically told you," he said with a smile.  "I like you, Dustin. I can't say that I love you, because I don't want to lie to you. I don't really know what love is yet. But I think that you can show me."

That gave me something to think about.  I wasn't really sure what love truly was either.  I knew that I was developing strong feelings for him, but that didn't really mean that I was falling in love with him.  Sure I thought about him almost all of the time, but that didn't mean I was in love with him either.  I would have to ponder that one for a while.

"Well I'm glad that you told me all of that," I said with a sigh of genuine relief.  "I've been a little worried about it to be honest. I've been scared that I was the only one that was having strong feelings. I thought maybe I was setting myself up for real heart break."

"Dustin, I'd never hurt you on purpose," he said quickly.  "I can't promise you that I will come back next summer. I can't even promise that if I do that we'll both still feel the same about each other as we do right now, because I just don't know that we will.  All I can promise you is that if it is within my power, I won't hurt you."

The other thing that had been weighing on my mind was anal sex.  I had only experienced it with Keith, and I'd hated it.  That could have been because of who it was and the way it had happened.  Still I wasn't sure that I was ready to try it again.  If Phillip wanted anal sex to be a part of our sexual relationship then we may still be doomed.

"What about our sex life?" I asked after a few minutes.

"What about it?" he asked with confusion.  "I think we're doing just fine."

"Well you've told me before that you're a top."

"I said that, yes," he replied.  "Now I'll elaborate. I am so far. I haven't shared that part of my body with  anyone yet, because I haven't really been in love with anyone enough to trust them enough to share it. When the time is right, and I'm in love, I'll try it. Don't think that it has to be part of my sex life to keep me happy, Dustin. What we do is completely fine with me. We could keep doing exactly what we have been forever, and I'd be satisfied."

We snuggled up together after that under the covers.  All thoughts of sex were completely forgotten.  It didn't matter after that discussion.  We were both content to just be in each other's arms.  I drifted off to a peaceful sleep with Phillip's arms wrapped around me.  My last thoughts before sleep claimed me were that he really did want to be with me.

It was eight o'clock the next morning when muffled shouting woke me up.  Phillip stirred beside me, and as my clouded mind suddenly started to clear, I could hear my brother's voice shouting obscenities at someone from somewhere that seemed both close and far off at the same time.  Then I could hear Keith screaming something back at him.

"Oh God!" I cried, jumping out of bed and groping for my discarded shorts.

Phillip came around the bed in a flash and we fumbled around each other as we searched for our clothes at the same time.  Once we both had our shorts on, we tripped over each other, trying to get through the bedroom door.  We both reach the front door of the apartment at the same time, but I snatched it open to reveal Charlie, who had Keith by the throat against the wall across from the door, screaming at him.

"You won't get away with this!" screamed my brother.  "You can't stalk my brother!"

"I'm not stalking anyone!" Keith screamed back.

"Charlie, let him go!" I cried, grabbing Charlie's arm.  Keith's eyes widened as he finally laid eyes on me and Phillip.  He must have realized that we'd come out of the apartment directly across from his at that moment.  If he hadn't known that we lived there before that moment, he did now.  "I said, let him go!"

"What's he doing here?" demanded my brother, letting go of Keith and spinning around to glare at me.

"He lives in the apartment across the hall," I said, pointing at the door to Keith's apartment.  His keys were hanging out of the deadbolt lock.

"What?" he spat, turning around to glare at Keith again.

"He moved in two days ago," I said quickly.  "I would have called to warn you, but you left your cell here."

"Why would Tom rent him an apartment across the hall from us?" demanded Charlie.  I'd never seen him so pissed off.

"Because he doesn't know about Keith, Charlie," I said.  "And if we don't want the cops here, I suggest we let Keith go inside his apartment and we get into ours."

Charlie glared at Keith again, and I was happy to see the fear in Keith's eyes as he met my brother's hateful gaze.  I wasn't sure that I could hold Charlie back.  He'd packed on a lot of muscle from physical training in the reserves, and I actually feared for Keith a bit no matter what the boy had done to me.

"I have a trailer full of my stuff hitched to the back of my Jeep downstairs," snapped Charlie, turning to face me and Phillip.  "You boys put more clothes on and help me pack it all up here."

"Sure, Charlie," I said, turning to follow Phillip back into the apartment.

"You go inside your apartment and stay out of my face," Charlie spat at Keith before he stomped back down the stairs.

That's when I noticed the other people in the hallway watching the spectacle.  I was sure that we would hear about this from Tom when we got to supper at the Meyers house that evening.  There was no way that someone wouldn't report this to the landlord.  This was going to be very hard to explain.

"I suddenly understand what you meant by Charlie having a real problem with Keith living across the hall," said Phillip as we walked back into my bedroom to get dressed.

"I didn't expect this," I admitted.  "I expected something, but not this."

"Dude, Charlie's intense!"

"You don't know the half of it," I said as we walked back out of the apartment to help Charlie move his stuff upstairs.

All he really had were a bunch of boxes, six duffel bags, his own laptop, stereo system, television, DVD player, clothes, dresser and an entertainment center.  We had it all upstairs pretty quickly, and then he got busy putting it all in his room while I made some scrambled eggs and sausage for the three of us to eat.

Phillip wasn't working that day, but Charlie and I both had lawns to take care of.  As long as we both got them done before we were to be at Tom and Shirley's for dinner, we would be OK.  Phillip had agreed to stay in the apartment and wait for the cable guy who was supposed to be there between noon and three, so we didn't have to wait for him to come.  That was worked out the day before.

"All right, which one of you is going to explain to me why Keith lives across the hall from us?" demanded Charlie when he came back to the table and sat down as I put a plate in front of him.

"What's to explain?" I asked.  "I found out the day he and his mom started moving stuff in. I don't even think he knew we lived here until today."

"Why didn't you call Tom and tell him that Keith couldn't live there?" he asked as I came back to the table with a plate of my own.

"What was I supposed to say?" I asked.  "I couldn't tell him that he had to kick Keith out just because it made me uncomfortable to live across the hall from him. I'm supposed to be an adult now, Charlie. That wouldn't make me look like an adult."

He was quiet for a while as we all ate our breakfast.  I could tell that he was tumbling what I'd said around inside his head, though.  He didn't like it, but I knew that he couldn't find a way around it.  There was nothing that could be done about it.  Sure, we could ask Tom to move us, but that was stupid, too.  It would mean paying more money to have everything shut off and turned back on in another apartment.  Besides, we both liked the apartment.  I, for one, wasn't moving again.

"I suppose you're right," he groused.  "But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it, "D". That boy wrecked our family."

"I know that," I sighed.  "Believe me. But unless he starts a bunch of trouble, there isn't anything I can do about it. This morning wasn't his fault, though. Was it?"

"No," he finally admitted after both Phillip and I eyed him hard.  "I just got upset when I came up the stairs to round up you two lazy bums and found him standing there. To tell the truth, he looked plenty surprised to see me, too."

"I'll bet he did," said Phillip with a chuckle.

"Well, you can't go off and jump all over him like that every time he's trying to come or go from his apartment," I said.  "We'll be the ones out on our asses if you do."

"I know that," he snapped.  "He just pisses me off."

"He pisses me off, too," said Phillip.  "I'd like to kick his ass for him, too, but I won't."

Charlie gaped at him for that statement.  I just smiled at him for a minute.  It was nice that he felt that way about it, but I didn't need my boyfriend or my brother fighting my battles for me.  For that matter, I didn't even consider Keith to be important enough to wage a battle against.  As far as I was concerned, he was dealt with.