Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2006 11:21:23 -0800
From: Ryan Miller <bluedragon314@gmail.com>
Subject: Bonding Energy: Opportunity Cost Ch. 4

Consider this the second edition of my story. I looked back at my early
works and saw how much I have improved as a writer and thought it only
behooved me to polish up what I had written. So, I went through and
edited the story stylistically and structurally. The story is still the
same, just shinier.

Note to readers:For those of you who have been asking about Opportunity
Cost, I am not done with it. As son as I get done with all the re-writes,
it will pick up right where it left off. It just took a while to write the
next part because I knew where I wanted the story to go but not how to get
there. But I have found the perfect segue and will start writing as soon as
I can. Thank you all for your patience


Disclaimer: This is a homoerotic story I have written, so if you aren't
allowed legally, morally or ethically to read it, then don't. And don't
post this anywhere else without my expressed permission. Feedback is very
much encouraged, so hit me up at bluedragon314@gmail.com


Ch. 4


The next morning, I woke up to muffled laughter. But it wasn't so much
laughter as it was giggling, and it was coming from the bathroom in
Brian's bedroom. I sat up and collected my wits, wondering what was going
on in there.

I heard the shower turn off, but the laughter continued. Suddenly, the
door to the bathroom burst open and out through the steam came Aaron's
glistening back and ass followed by Brian's ripped body. They were
holding each other closely and their lips were locked in a deep, fiery
kiss. Aaron slammed Brian up against the wall as his tongue fought for
superiority in Brian's mouth. Brian's hands were feeling up and down
Aaron's waist and back, paying special attention to that round, shining
ass.

All of a sudden, Brian broke from the kiss and said, "You'll need to
move, Kyle. We're gonna need that."

I came to my senses and realized that I was in their way, not that I
would've mind if they "played through." But not wanting to impede their
progress, and feeling just a little embarrassed, I hastily got out of bed
and made my way for the door.

"Hey, Kyle, enjoying the show?" said Aaron as he rubbed his leg up
against Brian's muscular thigh, as if to rub it in that he was all over
Brian and I wasn't.

It was working.

To spare myself any more teasing and embarrassment, I left the bedroom
and went downstairs as their sounds of passion resumed. James was on the
couch watching TV with the volume up really loud. He was trying not to
make eye contact with anything but the screen. I sat down in my recliner,
reveling in the images now burned deep into my mind.

From upstairs, I heard the trumpeting of furniture sliding across the
floor followed by a loud thud. James turned the volume on the TV up even
louder.

He looked over at me, making pointed gestures with the remote, and said,
"When you get a boyfriend, make sure you aren't so loud. In fact, try to
do it over at his house instead of here. I don't mind having you guys
here and I don't mind that you're gay, but all that noise is putting
images in my head that I'd rather not have."

"What's wrong?" I said. "Are you afraid of seeing another guy naked?"

"Of course not," he said. "I've seen Aaron naked plenty of times. I just
don't want to think about my best friend having sex, least of all with a
guy. It just feels really weird, and it'd be even worse thinking about my
kid brother doing it."

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that any time soon," I said.

"Why not?" he asked. "Are you not interested in a boyfriend?"

"Of course I am," I said. "I'm just not quite sure about my ability to
get one."

"There's plenty of places around here to pick up gay guys," he said.
"There's some underage clubs downtown, and--"

"It's not that," I said. "I know how to find them, I just don't know if I
can attract them."

"Are you kidding me?" said James. "First of all, you're my brother. And
if genetics has anything to say about it, you are at least as
good-looking as I am. Even Aaron says you have my cute smile. And Brian
said he thinks you have a really hot butt."

"What?!" I said, sitting straight up. "Are you serious?"

"No, I made that last part up," he said. "But trust me, you will have no
problem attracting other guys. And if they don't think you're cute
enough, you can always wow them by reciting the atomic weight of
chlorine."

"35.45 AMUs," I said.

"What?" asked James.

"35.45 atomic mass units," I said. "The atomic weight of chlorine."

"Smartass," said James as he threw a pillow at me.

Suddenly we heard shattering glass from upstairs followed by riotous
laughter.

"What the fuck are they doing up there?" said James.

"I think you answered your own question," I said.

James tried to turn up the TV, but it wouldn't go any louder. So he
tossed the remote in my lap and walked over to the dining room to get his
iPod. He then made for the garage and I could hear him turning up his
iPod very loud as he passed.

I turned the volume on the TV way down. I didn't mind the noise from
upstairs, or the images it put into my head.

After a while, the noises stopped. I realized they were showing Star Trek
IV on the TV, which I hadn't been paying much attention to. Then I heard
Brian and Aaron come downstairs.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, my head spun around to try and
catch a glimpse of what I had seen before. But they had clothes on this
time (each in boxers and a t-shirt) and were holding hands instead of
making out. They leisurely made their way into the living room and sat on
the couch.

"Where's James?" asked Aaron.

"He's in the garage," I said. "Trying to think about anything but you two
getting it on?"

"What? Has James turned into a homophobe all of a sudden?" said Aaron.

"No," I said. "He just thinks it's weird thinking about his best friend
having sex."

"And what was it like to think about your best friend having sex?" Brian
asked me.

That question as loaded as pirate on shore leave. I wasn't quite sure if
I should answer it or not.

Brian laughed and said, "It's ok. I'm just teasing you."

Aaron leaned over and laid his head in Brian's lap and Brian gently
stroked Aaron's hair. They looked so calm, so peaceful. There was a
gentle glow about them. The blue in Brian's bright eyes seemed to sparkle
and Aaron's brown eyes were alight with a warm glow. They looked so
happy, nothing like what they were like last night.

"So what's up with you two?" I asked. "Last night you were at each
other's throats and now you are acting like nothing's wrong."

"Obviously you've never heard of make-up sex," said Aaron.

"Sex is the great equalizer, Kyle," said Brian. "We all want it, we all
like it and, when we're in the middle of it, we usually don't focus on
anything else."

"So, when you're mad you just have sex and that fixes the problem?" I
asked.

"We usually just forget what the problem was," said Aaron. "It's usually
about something petty that didn't matter in the first place, and a quick
romp in bed will get rid of any bad feelings."

"But you shouldn't say things that hurt Brian in the first place," I
said. "If you love someone, you shouldn't say things that would make them
feel bad. Right?"

"Sometimes it can't be helped," said Brian. "Sometimes you're mad or
scared or excited and, without thinking, you hurt the one you love by
mistake. Love is patient, and part of that is having the patience to let
your lover cool down and remember that they didn't say what they did to
hurt you."

"There was this one time," said Aaron, "when we were at my parents house
and we were staying overnight in my room. We had been talking about
having sex for a while but Brian was still unsure about it. I told him it
was ok and that I didn't mind dating a prude. I didn't mean to sound so
cold, but he was pretty hurt. He didn't even want to stay that night and
went to stay over at your house instead. In the morning I went to
apologize to him and, before I knew it, we were naked in his bed doing
things I didn't even know were legal."

Aaron got a mischievous look on his face and his hand crept up Brian's
leg and ventured into his shorts. Brian lightly smacked Aaron's butt and
said, "Not here."

Sensing I might be in the way again, I said, "You know, since you guys
are done and all, maybe I should go tell James he can come back in."

"No, wait," said Aaron. "I have an idea."

Aaron sat up and raised his voice, saying, "Are you sure, Brian? Do you
really want to do that, especially with Kyle here and all?"

Picking up on Aaron's devious ploy, Brian loudly said, "Sure, I don't
mind. You always said you wanted to do it while someone else was
watching."

"But what if James comes in?" said Aaron, feigning concern.

"That's ok," replied Brian. "He can watch, too."

I heard the garage door open and we watched through the window as James
ran out of the garage into his truck and started blasting hard rock. Then
we all busted up laughing at my brother's acute case of homophobia.

"That was great," said Brian.

"Nice job with that whole 'he can watch, too' thing," said Aaron.

"Thanks," said Brian.

This little trick was the perfect segue for me to ask something that I
had wanted to ask for the last six months, but had always been afraid to.

"But would you guys really ever let me watch you?" I asked.

"No," said Brian.

His quick response surprised me, and I kind of felt bad for asking.

"Don't feel bad about asking, though," said Brian. "We've talked about
letting you watch before. We knew that you were bound to walk in on us
some day and we needed to know if we would kick you out or ask you to
pull up a chair. We decided that we don't want anybody watching us make
love because we want it to be something special that only the two of us
have."

I had often thought about that myself. I had walked by their room a
number of times while they were getting it on and wondered what would
happen if I opened the door just a bit. But I decided against it in case
they didn't like it.

"We even considered having a threesome with you," said Aaron, quite
matter-of-factly.

Now that was something I had considered at least one night a week. (I'll
admit, I schedule my fantasy life. Brian and Aaron on Saturdays, Charlie
Hunnam on Mondays and that cute guy in English on Tuesdays, for example.)
But I had never though of hearing Aaron say they had considered the same
thing, and frankly it was making me very excited.

"Yeah," said Brian. "Aaron said he was thinking about what it would be
like to have a threesome. I said the only guy I would do it with was you
since you are already close to us and since you have a cute butt. But we
decided not to, again because we want sex to be our thing."

"Wait, what did you say?" I asked.

"I said that sex was our thing and no one else can be a part of it," said
Brian.

"No, before that," I said.

"I think he's talking about when you said you like his ass," said Aaron.

"Oh, yeah," said Brian, bashfully. "Well, you do have a cute ass."

If I wasn't excited before, I sure was now. I had never thought of myself
as cute or hot or exceptionally attractive, and the hottest guy I know
just said he likes my ass. It was raising more than my self-esteem.

"You know, I was just talking with James about that," I said. "He said
you liked my ass, but then said he was making it up."

"Well, I do," said Brian.

"And why would you be talking with James about your ass?" asked Aaron.

"I wasn't," I said. "I was talking about my ability to attract guys, or
the lack there of."

"Well, I don't see anything lacking," said Brian. "You're a very cute
boy."

"That's right. You have your brother's smile," said Aaron.

"And you have a very charming personality," said Brian. "If you were just
more outgoing, you'd have to beat cute guys off with a stick."

"But that's just it," I said. "I'm not outgoing at all."

"You're a lot more outgoing than when I first met you," said Brian. "You
just have to get used to hanging around people you don't know. And what
are you laughing at, Aaron?"

"You said, 'beat cute guys off with a stick,'" said Aaron. "Wouldn't that
hurt?"

"Oh, grow up Aaron," I said.

"You know what I think we should do?" said Aaron. "We need to give Kyle a
crash course in outgoing behavior."

"And how would you do that?" I said.

"Take you clubbing," said Aaron.

"Sure, that's a great idea!" said Brian.

"No, it's not," I said "I hate clubs."

"You've never even been in one," said Brian.

"I don't care," I said. "If it's anything like a school dance, I don't
want to go."

"It's nothing like a school dance," said Aaron. "It's a bunch of people
who get together to hang out, listen to loud music, dance like idiots,
try to get laid and score some drugs."

"That's exactly like a high school dance," I said.

"Sorry, I wouldn't know," said Aaron. "I went to private school. The most
exciting social events we had were football and communion."

"Come on, Kyle," said Brian. "It'll be fun."

"I don't care," I said. "It's not my kind of thing. I don't like hanging
out and bumping against random strangers."

"But that's how you'll become more outgoing," said Brian.

"I don't want to go, and nothing you say or do can make me," I said.

"I'll let you see me and Aaron naked," said Brian.

"Deal!" I said.


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