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The next morning we both slept until midday. Eric woke me with the fluttering of his eyelashes across my cheek. He kissed me numerous times on the lips, forehead, and the tip of my nose, as he whispered good morning. The sun was out and brightly reflecting off the lake. I could hear the birds chirping around us, and the small waves lapping against the small beach. It was all very pleasant to wake up to. I smiled at Eric, at those amazing eyes, as he kissed me again. I was still tired, and I wanted to fall back asleep, but I couldn't stop looking into those big, gorgeous, puppy eyes. I cuddled up closer to him, breaking the contact with his eyes to snuggle my head into the nook created between his neck and shoulder. I was about to fall back asleep, but he got up, putting his boxers back on, ironically they were white moose on a green field, and exited the tent, to relieve himself I presumed. And yet again, as I was about to fall back asleep, he came back into the tent, got his watch out of the little pocket by the door, and crawled back over to where I lay.
"Come on baby, time to get up, it's almost noon." He said, rubbing my exposed back, as I buried myself further into my pillow.
"But I wanna go back to sleep."
"But it's so beautiful out, don't you want to go for a hike or a paddle or something?" He asked.
"Yeah, but I want to lay in bed a little longer."
"Alright, but I'm gonna go fix us some breakfast. I'll let you eat, but then if you don't get up, I'm gonna drag you out of bed."
"Okay stud." I said with a smile as he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.
I searched around the small pup tent for my underwear, and when I found it, I put it on, and layback down, listening to the clanking of pans or something metal outside. Eric returned a few minutes later with two bowls of oatmeal. I sat up as he handed me mine, and gave him another kiss when he sat down next to me. We talked a little while we ate, and when we finished we got dressed, cleaned up the tent some, and headed off across the lake in the canoe for a hike.
The next morning I woke up after another night of great sex, and started the cycle over again of going out on the lake, for a paddle and another hike. The weekend was marvelous, and by the time Monday came along, I really didn't want to head back to my hectic life. Although I did smell a bit funky from not bathing for a few days, and Eric looked quite sexy with the stubble that had formed on his face, I was very glad I had gone off to the lake for the weekend. The drive home wasn't bad, and when Eric dropped me off, I felt lonely and knew I was going to miss the intimacy I had had with him all weekend. Life went on.
Before I knew it, my soccer season was over. We had won our conference championship for the third year in a row. And a few weeks later I was dropping Eric off at T.F. Green Airport on his way home to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving. My mother had certainly invited him to come to New York with us, but he felt that he should go home, seeing as how he hadn't seen his parents since August. I knew he was only going to be gone for a few days, but knowing that I couldn't spontaneously drive a few minutes to see him sent an aching to my heart. Over the past few months I had really realized that my feeling for Eric were way beyond just a teenage crush, or something of that sort, but they were truly blossoming into something much, much more. I truly knew this as my heart fluttered when Eric walk past security and waved goodbye.
I was in a mild daze thinking over the past few months in my head as I walked back to Eric's car in the parking lot. In late October, a couple of weeks after our anniversary, I got my drivers license, and Eric bravely let me take his car while he was away, since I would be home before him. I really wouldn't be driving it, except from his house in Providence to the airport in Warwick (yes they lie, it's really in Warwick, which is south of Providence), and then to my house.
Once I got home, I had no time. I quickly collected a few CDs to take then practically jumped into the limousine waiting outside, and off we were. Now normally my mom doesn't like to waste money by driving from New York City to Rhode Island in a limousine, but with the traffic that would be on the roads that day, she decided to bite the bullet and not worry about getting stuck behind the wheel in bumper to bumper traffic somewhere on 95 in Connecticut. Yet, a few CDs and a couple of hours later we were strolling up 5th Ave. Now my parents, more mainly my mom, well at least by their friend's standards, are "penny pinchers," but this doesn't mean my dad doesn't make a small fortune. We definitely live lavishly by most standards, and when you own a penthouse on 5th Avenue overlooking central park, you know you do.
"Welcome Mr. Carmichael, I haven't seen you in a while." The doorman greeted me as I exited the limousine, and entered the building
"Yeah it's been a while Tony, thanks." I said stepping towards the waiting elevator and pressing the 25th floor. I was expecting my father to be there to greet us, but he was at the airport instead, collecting my sister Elspeth who was on her way home from school in North Carolina. I hadn't seen my dad since that summer, which I know, is sort of a sad statement. But the reason I didn't really come to see him when my mom came for the weekend was because, well, we don't get along so well. I know deep down he loves me, but he has trouble with the whole homosexuality thing. I know he tries dearly to accept it, but when you're brought up all your life thinking it's bad, and your youngest son ends up being that bad thing, it's kind of hard to accept. At least my mom birthed Scott; thank god! My father has someone to pass down not only his genetic information, but also his prized last name.
Now speaking of Scott, I knew he was coming back to the states for Thanksgiving, but I wasn't sure if he was going to Sidney's parents, or if they were coming here. I hadn't seen him in a while, and I missed him. After all, he was the guy I looked up to most of my life.
"Hey mom, are Scott and Sidney coming here or are they going to her parents." I yelled to my mom from my room lying down on my bed. Being the lady that she is, she came in and sat down next to me, to tell me instead of yelling it through the apartment.
"The last time I talked to him, they were coming here because they were going to Sidney's parents for Christmas." She said softly.
"Really?" I asked excited with a smile.
"No, I'm just pulling your leg." She said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry honey, I know, I'm just as excited, it isn't so often that I get to see my first born home from London."
Just as our moment was coming to a close with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, my sister called from the foyer, "Hey Mom, I'm home."
"Up, it's appears they're here, we better go greet them."
"Yeah, it was so gracious of dad to do the same." I said under my breath.
"I heard that." My mother said giving me a scolding look.
"What?" I said acting as if I had done nothing.
I gave my sister and my dad a hug, when I came out from my sanctuary, my room, and plopped down in the living room that has a gorgeous view of Central Park. My sister was doing really well in her junior year at Wake Forest University, which wasn't that big of a surprise. She graduated top of her class in high school, same as my brother, and it was a pain living up to the expectations. My sister brought up Eric, and asked if he was coming, my father looked a bit uncomfortable, and I didn't feel like getting into it with him at the moment, so I told her that he declined the invitation, and changed the topic. My father looked a little relieved, and as the conversation progressed I became bored, so I snuck off to my room, and decided to call Eric and see how his flight had gone.
Scott and Sidney showed up quite late that Wednesday night, and I was quite thrilled. I almost toppled Scott with the running hug I gave him, and almost smothered Sidney when they arrived. Scott had flown in from London at about noon to Boston, where he took a short nap, and then they both left to fly into New York. I could tell that Scott was still exhausted from jet lag, so he said good night to us all as he and Sidney went to his bedroom. She returned a little while later, just as my parents were saying their goodnights.
Sidney and Scott met at the beginning of their junior year of college. Scott was moving into his room at Yale when he accidentally walked into her with a box. See, she was helping her friend move into the same suite as Scott. When he laid eyes on her, he dropped the box that he was carrying to his room, and ended up making a huge ass of himself in front of her. Something he would be doing a lot over the next month. The friend she was helping, Dan, turned out to be Scott's good friend also. So Scott got her room number from Dan, and proceeded to put a rose in front of her door, with a note asking her if she would go on a date with him. She refused this for a month, until one day when he saw her in the cafeteria, he stood up on his chair, and when everyone had quieted down he said: "At the beginning of the semester, when I was moving in, I saw the most beautiful woman in my suite helping out her friend. Her hair was the most beautiful shade of brown I had ever seen. Her eyes were a gorgeous hue of blue, and when she smiled over at me, she radiated as if she was an angel." At this point he had gotten off his chair and was walking over to where she was sitting. It was silent and everyone was listening to him and watching what he was doing. As he approached her he said: "I found out her name was Sidney from my friend. And everyday for the past month I have placed a rose at her door, with a note, asking her on a date. Yet I have not received a response." When he was standing in front of her, he said softly to Sidney, who's face was flushed an embarrassed blush, but yet smiling: "This is my final attempt Sidney. Will you go on a date with me?" She sat there for a couple of seconds, but replied softly, "Yes Scott I will go on a date with you." He have her a huge smile, told her he would come by to her room later, and they could figure out a time, and went back to finish his lunch, and head off to class.
Sid, Elspeth and I, all hopped into our pajamas, and crashed in Els' room to talk. They both immediately bombarded me with questions about Eric. Els ended up running and getting my wallet from my room to see his picture, and when she returned she smacked me in the arm. Hard.
"You lucky bastard." She said smiling. "You got with that?"
"Hey, he's not just `that'." I said defensively. "He's much, much more, but yeah, I have gotten with all of that, and let me tell you, he is one stud." I said laughing.
"Does mom know you've slept with him?" She asked shocked.
"I haven't gone out and told her, but I'm sure she suspects it. I mean he is 21, and she knows I spend the night with him all the time, and mom isn't that naive."
"You little shit, she never let me do anything like that."
"Yeah but you never had anyone to do anything like that with in high school, but anyways, she was fine with Chris sleeping in your room with you this summer when he visited."
"Yeah, that's true."
"So don't give me any shit missy."
"How are things with Chris anyways?" Sidney asked.
"Things are okay. We went through a ruff spot at the beginning of the semester, but things are good now." She said. "Hey I'm gonna go get some food, you guys want anything?"
"Hmmm...maybe popcorn, and ice cream, I'm in the mood for something fatty and good." I replied.
"I second that." Sid said.
"So how are things with you and Scott, I know you were in a fight the last time I visited you in Boston in October." I said, scooting closer to her on the queen size bed. Her shoulder length hair was still the same brown color, and her eyes, the same bright blue. Though seeing her for the billionth time, I could still see why Scott had referred to her as an angel. She was taller than me, standing at about six feet tall. She's skinny, but not like a twig. She has good musculature from yoga, and kickboxing. All around she was an irresistible catch, smart, funny, and beautiful. The smile of hers that lit up her face, with the combination of her dimples, and sort of pudgy nose was very soothing, and made you relax.
"Things are great. I'm so glad he's home from now `til New Years. I've got a whole month to spend with him."
"I don't know how you possibly do it. I miss Eric already, and I haven't seen him for about seven hours." I said looking over at the clock.
"Aww sweetie." She said hugging me. "That's so cute. I've got a question for you, it's sorta deep, so brace yourself."
"Okay...?" I said questioning.
"Do you think you are falling in love with him?"
"Oh god!" I exclaimed not knowing what to say. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about that `L' word at all. I mean, I really like him, but you know my family and emotional attachment. I mean you have to fucking tie Els down before you can even get her in a relationship and you know how Scott was. You scared the shit out of him with the `L' word at first."
"You're telling me!" She exclaimed laughing.
"I guess I'm sorta the same way. I mean I have really strong feelings for him, but I donno if I'd call it love. And that word just scares me for some reason."
"Wow, you are so much like you brother." She said laughing.
"Thanks for your support." I said sarcastically.
"Oh shut up, you know I, oh god here it comes, love you. I was just bustin' your balls."
"Oh god, not the `L' word." I said backing away, holding my index fingers in a cross and pointing it towards her.
Our laughter had finally died down when my sister entered the room with our goodies. When we had all settled down with our food of choice, Sid stated: "Hey Els, your little bro here is just as fucked up as you and your other brother."
"Really? He's afraid of emotional attachment too?" She asked laughing.
"Oh god, here we go again." I said aloud, rolling my eyes at them.
"For me, I'm not sure about you or Scott," I said to my sister, "it's dad that makes me really think about what my definition of `love' is. I mean, I'm not sure if I entirely love the man, plus I see the way the world is today. 50% of marriages end in divorce, and I don't want to get hurt. All of these are the things that come to mind when I think of that word." I spoke plainly, stating my case.
"Wow, you really are fucked up." My sister said, laughing. We left that part of the conversation to go onto other things, such as movies, people, politics, and before I knew it, I was awoken by my sister who was kicking me off of her bed. So I sleepily sauntered to my sanctuary, crawled into bed, and crashed for the night.
When I woke up, the Macy's Day Parade was on the television in the kitchen as I groggily sauntered in for some orange juice. The aroma of the cooking immediately woke me, and I gave me mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she was pealing apples.
"Morning sweetie." She said. "Sleep well."
"Very," I replied, "is Scott up?" I asked after gulping down my juice.
"Yes, but I sent him and your father out to get me some last minute ingredients."
"Oh, okay." I said leaving the kitchen and going into my bathroom to take a shower and get dressed.
When I came out of my room, my dad and Scott had returned, and were sitting down eating lunch.
"Hey Buddy." Scott said when I entered the kitchen. "Glad you're finally up."
"I was up earlier; it wasn't my fault that you and dad went out."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure." He said sarcastically.
"Whatever, think what you want." I replied, sticking out my tongue.
"So what have you been up to lately?" He asked me as I was making myself a sandwich.
"Oh nothing much, mainly pestering mom to let me use the car."
"Yeah, she told me that you got your license while we had breakfast this morning."
"You were up for breakfast?" I asked shocked.
"Well when you are still on London time, of course I was up early here."
"Ouch, sucks to be you." I said laughing at his misfortune. "There isn't anything better than sleeping it."
"Like you have to tell me, I am the king of sleeping late. If you will recall, who was it two New Years ago that slept till 5 on the 2nd of January? So take that."
"Yeah, but that is cuz you were out partying all night New Years Eve, and you didn't go to bed until late on New Years day. So there." I said sticking out my tongue again.
"Yeah, yeah whatever you say." Scott replied.
The rest of the afternoon went on with the same sort of banter. Sid and Scott were inseparable most of the day seeing as how they hadn't seen each other in about a month. When it finally came time to eat, around fourish, we were all starving to eat this great meal my mom had slaved over the oven to make. There was a big turkey, and mashed potatoes, stuffing, tons of vegetables, gravy cranberry sauce, the works. You name it, and it was on the table. The conversation was very easy and light, and about an hour later, we were all stuffed. Afterwards we all piled into the living room and enjoyed the company of each other. It wasn't very often that all three of us kids got together with our parents, and the addition of Sidney made the event even more special. We had dessert and soon we were in our pajamas lounging around the apartment again. I had a long phone call to Pennsylvania talking with Eric. Sid and Els pestered me about it after I hung up with him, and I decided I was going to have an early evening, hoping in bed, and drifted off to sleep thinking about whom else but Eric.
Elspeth, Sidney, and my mom decided to have a girl's day out, and start up the Christmas shopping season. My dad had work stuff he said he needed to get done so he went into the office leaving Scott and I to go out and have fun. We both slept in, and then we headed out for lunch.
Now it is impossible to mistake Scott as anything but my brother. We are exact replicas of each other; only he is the older, taller version. But if you compare a picture of him and me when we are the same age, we look exactly alike. We have the same green eyes, the same pudgy nose, the same thin lips and our hair is the same shade of brown. The only thing that sets us apart is our height. At my age, Scott was about 6'1" 6'2". I however, am only 5'7". So instead of being tall cute and cuddly, I'm short cute and cuddly.
We ended up at some small café in SOHO. We were having a light conversation about nothing when he brought up Eric.
"So Sid tells me you've gotten yourself a boyfriend."
"Yeah I do, his name's Eric."
"Oh really? And how did you meet him?" He asked.
"We bumped into each other at the mall, well it was more of him bumping into me, but the details don't really matter, in the end of the whole thing, I ended up needing a new shirt, so he offered to buy me one, he gave me his number, and we ended up going out."
"Oh really, so he was trouble from the beginning." Scott said smiling.
"Oh shut up, at least he didn't stalk me." I rebutted.
"I did not stalk Sidney. Yes, I'll admit, it took a little work to get her to go out on a date, but I didn't stalk her."
"Like knocking on her door and leaving flowers everyday isn't stalking?" I questioned raising an eyebrow.
"No, it's called romance. Geeze, you kids these days know nothing."
"Uh huh, whatever you think dude."
"So you got a picture of this guy? Cuz I don't want to beat up the wrong person when it comes time to kick his ass."
"And why would you have to do that?" I asked pulling out my wallet.
"Oh you know, any one who messes with my little brother definitely is gonna get their ass kicked."
"I donno Scott, he might kick your ass first?" I replied
"Yeah right, like some seventeen year old is really gonna waste me." He said with a hint of bravado.
I just laughed at his statement, "I take it Sid hasn't told you much about him."
"No, not really, why?" He asked with a questioning look on his face. So I showed him a pictured of Eric and me cuddled asleep on a couch.
"Jesus Buddy, he's my age." He exclaimed me.
"No, he's only twenty-one. I wouldn't date a twenty-five year old, that's just a little too weird."
"Oh and dating a twenty-one year old isn't?" He said pausing. "You're only 16, isn't there someone a little closer to your age who you could date."
"Why does it matter? And yes probably, but I met him first."
"It matters, because I don't want you to get hurt." Scott said sincerely.
"I'm not gonna get hurt, he's a really sweet guy."
"Yeah he's sweet now, but Buddy, you're sixteen. There is only certain things you can do for him, and I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"I know Scott, I don't want to get hurt either, but I really want this. He's such a sweet guy, he'd never hurt me."
"Alright, but I'm not gonna say `I told ya so' if he does."
"Trust me Scott, when you meet him you'll realize what I'm saying."
"Okay, okay, I trust you, but just remember I'm here for you."
"I know you are you always have been." I said hugging him.
My relationship with Scott is a bit weird. He's eight years my senior, and because of this, we were never really close as kids. He always ended up babysitting me, or something of the sort when I was little, and he's always been a nice guy to me, but I will admit I was always hanging around him and his friends, and it probably did get annoying. Though, I'm not really sure what happened when he went off the college, but when he came back that summer between his freshman and sophomore years, he was a lot more interested in me, well, my family as a whole. I remember that summer he said something that will stick with me the rest of my life. He was giving me a ride to one of my friends, and I remember we were talking about something, I don't really remember what, but the one phrase I remember clear as day was when he told me that he would always love me, no matter what. Now to most people, that wouldn't be a drastic thing in their lives, but at the time I was eleven, and I was really starting to realize that I liked guys, and him saying this to me, was really important. It probably would explain why during the summer before I went into high school I came out to him. And it was the exact response that he told me four years earlier. He simply hugged me and told me he still loved me, and we have been very close ever since. Close enough for him to ask me the next question that came out of his mouth.
"So have you guys had sex yet?"
I sat there, mouth agape.
"Oh come on, you can tell me."
Again, I sat there sort of shocked that Scott would be so blunt with his question.
He just laughed at my express, and said "You have, haven't you?"
"What makes you think so?" I finally answered.
"Because you would have immediately denied it if you hadn't."
"Alright well you got me there. Yes, I have had sex with him."
"So not only is this guy twenty-one, but he's also stolen my innocent, little brother's virginity."
"Hey, if I'm one thing, I'm definitely not innocent. He may be all muscle, but I'm not some powerless princes at the will of my big, strong knight in shining armor." I said laughing.
"You are such a little shit," he said laughing, "But sex is great isn't it."
"Yeah, it's definitely number one on my list."
"Yeah, with food and sleep."
"Hells yeah dude."
"Now I'm really gonna have to kick his ass."
"Oh please don't, his ass is really great. I like it just the way it is."
"Does mom know you talk like this?"
"No, but does mom know the naughty things that Sid yelled last night form your room?"
"You heard that?" He asked shocked.
"Who didn't? My god, you two were so loud half the city was up."
"Sorry..." He said sheepishly.
"Yeah you better be sorry, thank god mom invested heavily in thick down pillows, otherwise I would have had to yell for you guys to shut up. I bet that wouldn't have done any good though, because you probably wouldn't have even heard me." I retorted.
"Geeze, where has my innocent little brother gone to? I swear, this summer you were this sheltered little kid, well, minus the drinking, and now I come home three months later, and your talking about orgasms."
"Well that was cuz you babied me like I was some little girl. You never treated Els that way."
"Andrew, think about what just came out of your mouth. Els doesn't need babying. She's butch enough that some days I wonder if she's a lesbian." He stated.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed laughing hysterically.
"That girl would beat the shit out of some guy if he tried to put the moves on her and she didn't want it."
"Oh what, and you're saying I won't?" I asked offended.
"No, I'm just saying that I see you being taken advantage much easier."
"Oh thanks, I'm so glad you see rape in my future." I said facetiously.
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean." He replied.
"Yeah, yeah." I said still laughing from his lesbian remark.
"Ahh, I can't believe I'm gonna be a married man in a little over six months." He exclaimed once our laughter had died down.
"My god, I know. You married. It's a weird thought, but it is Sid we're talking about. You two are obviously very much in love, and I don't see any other person out there who would make you happier than she does." I replied.
"Yeah I know. I get the chills just thinking about her..."
"And that goofy grin." I said cutting him off.
"Shut up," he said laughing, "but I mean I can't wait to get married, and move back to Boston, and start a family with her."
"You mean I'm gonna have nieces and nephews?"
"Yeah, I hope so, that's what our plan is."
"Wahoo, little minds to corrupt. No just kidding, you're gonna make a great father. Look how I came out, and you raised me more than dad did." I stated.
"Yeah, and look how you turned out is the right statement."
"Hey, excuse me. I'm not that much of a freak. Well, minus the homosexuality thing and all that other shit, I'm pretty normal." I said laughing.
"Yeah I guess."
"See you're gonna be a great father."
"Yeah I guess..."
"No, not I guess, you will Scott." I said sincerely cutting him off.
"Well we got ahead of ourselves with the starting the family thing, but I have a serious question to ask you."
"Well the wedding is coming up in June, and well, lately I've been thinking, and I want you to be my Best Man."
"Oh My God! Are you serious?" I asked flabbergasted.
"Yeah of course I am. You've always been there for me, and I just really want you to do this for me, so will you?" He asked questioning.
"Yes of course!" I exclaimed, and got up and gave him of huge hug.
"No, thank you, I feel all special now." I said with a huge grin plastered across my face.
We finished eating, and paid the tab, and then we decided to do a little shopping of our own. An hour later we were about done, and out on the street about the hail a cab, when a black limousine pulled up in front of us, and the back window rolled down. Who else would it have been other than Sid, Els and my mom.
"Hey studs, need a ride?" Sid asked us.
"Yeah sure." We said, handing our bags to the chauffeur, and sliding in with the girls.
"Guess what mom?" I asked once I was seated.
"Guess who Scott asked to be his best man."
"You asked him honey?" Sidney asked, giving Scott another kiss on the lips.
"Yeah." He replied, holding her hand.
"That's great honey." My mom said with a smile.
The rest of the ride back to the apartment was uneventful. My sister and I were cracking on Scott about the grin he had on his face from being with Sidney.
"You two are so gonna get it when we get out of this car." He threatened.
"Yeah, yeah, threats, threats." Els replied.
"You better look out buster, Eric's got me on a tough weight training program." I said with a fake death stare.
"Andrew, no matter how much you work out, I'll always be able to kick your ass." Elspeth replied.
This had us all laughing, I'll even admit that I was chuckling a little.
"What are you laughing about," I said to Scott, "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when she finds out what you said at lunch."
"You wouldn't!" He said with a shocked expression.
"Oh I would, so don't tempt me mister." I said laughing.
"What did he say about me?" She asked.
"Oh nothing, just something between him and me." I said as I got out of the limousine.
"You little shit, tell me what he said." She called yelled chasing after me, luckily the elevator door closed before she could get to me.
A few minutes later after I had hung up my jacket, and was heading into the kitchen to get a glass of water, my sister ran in, got me in a headlock and started giving me noogies.
"What did he say?" She demanded. Now all I did was start to squeal, and I tried to get away.
"Come on, I'll let you go if you tell me."
"NEVER! SCOTT HELP!" I yelled. As I attempted to free myself, I dragged her out of the kitchen. She may be shorter than me, and have more upper body strength, but my legs are stronger. Scott came to my rescue once I had dragged her into the hallway. He started tickling here, which got her off me fast. He started on her, as I took a breather, and headed off towards my room.
"Oh and Els," I said reaching my room, they both stopped to look at me, "he said he thought you were butch enough that you could be a lesbian." This got them going.
"You thought what?" Els ask pissed.
"You little shit!" Scott said getting up and running towards my room. I slammed to door shut, and tried to hold it closed, but he easily pushed it open. I tried to think of a way to get away, but Scott easily had me cornered, and had me on the ground in a headlock. Els was not far behind him. She came in and started punching him, occasionally missing, and hitting me instead. From outside the room, all you would have heard was a blur of screams and yells with bits and pieces that were understandable like "YOU LITTLE SHIT," "OW, FUCK, MY HAIR," "I AM NOT A LESBIAN," "GET OFF ME," "STOP IT," "SHIT, THAT HURTS" and so on. I finally got Scott to unpin me by biting his arm. Yeah I know, I play dirty when I have to, and helped Els team up on him. At one point it looked like twister, with him grabbing hold of one of my ankles, and one of Els wrists, and she punched him, and I punched her, for the hell of it. It was a pretty fun time, but eventually we all ran out of steam, and collapsed into a ball of entangled bodies. None of us had noticed Sidney standing at the door of my room, camera in hand, taking pictures.
"There are gonna be some great captions to put on these babies." She said as she walked away. We would have all chased after her and gotten her into the middle of it if any of us had any energy left. But none of us did. I managed to untangle myself from under Scott and Els, and was able to breathe again, seeing as how I was being squished. Yet after a few minutes we all got up and went our separate ways around the apartment.
That Sunday saw Elspeth bored a plane heading back to North Carolina, and Scott and Sidney on a plane to Boston. My mom and I hopped in the waiting limousine and off we were back to the reality of school in Rhode Island. Though I did manage to spend some quality time with my dad, I felt like I was spending time with a stranger, that's how our relationship is.
I got home and did my homework, and then I was off to the airport to collect Eric. He gave me a huge hug and kiss when he met up with me outside the terminal where I was waiting for him. He hardly let go of my hand the whole time we were in the car on the way up to Providence. And when we arrived at his house, he gave me the gentlest kiss in the car before he got out. The ride from the airport was pretty quiet for us. Normally we are constantly chatting, well let me rephrase, normally I am constantly chatting about something, that is unless my lips are unable to move, and Eric is very good at shutting me up. I think I was just enjoying being with him in the car, holding his hand, so I didn't feel a need to say anything. But once we arrived at his house, my mouth started up again, and I began asking him numerous questions about going home. It turns out that his two other brothers came home as well.
Eric is the youngest of three boys, the oldest, Dan, being twenty-eight, and the other Matt, being twenty-four. They seem to be pretty close nit, and from what Eric has told me, his mom seems to be a lot like mine. She seemed to be the main reason why he went home. Eric's father is some hotshot lawyer out of Philadelphia and his mom owns some marketing agency. Eric's father, unlike mine, was really understanding of Eric when he came out to them during the summer of his freshman year of college. He seems really close to his dad, which I'm kind of jealous of, but he doesn't know that. Yet as a whole, his family unit seems fairly normal. His brother Dan is married, and is a doctor living in Baltimore. His brother Matt just got his MBA from Stanford and is living out on the West Coast. We're both the babies of our families.
When I was done with my assault, he began his, and I filled him in on my weekend. At one point, I could tell he wasn't listening to me, so I started talking about how I picked up this prostitute on the street corner, and told him that we had a wild night. He just nodded, staring into my eyes, total oblivious about what had spilled from my mouth.
"Eric?" I asked, waving my hand in front of his face.
"Uh what?" He asked blinking a couple of times, coming out of his daze.
"Where were ya?" I asked.
"I'm sorry baby, but I just got caught up looking into your eyes. When you talk, your eyes light up, it's quite adorable and I just tumbled into a daze staring at them." He said rubbing my hand, which he was still holding, gently.
"Aww, you say the sweetest things." I replied kissing him on the lips. At first I meant it to just be a simple, gentle peck on the lips, but Eric drew me in, and it turned into a very passion filled kiss. When he pulled away, he left me in a daze also, catching my breath. He leaned in again, pushing me back into the cushions of the couch that we were seated on, as his mouth began to ravish mine. I could feel his strong hands working their magic, and the power that flexed from the bicep that I held got me even more turned on. He slowly backed away from my lips, as I attempted to reach up and meet their velvety softness again, but he protested for a second, finally letting me win out. A few minutes later he sat up and did his knight in shining armor thing, scooping me up, whispering that we should "take this upstairs." To be honest, I knew where this was leading, and I didn't care where it happened. Yet, Eric was probably thinking that Caroline was due home soon, and he didn't want to surprise her by walking in while we were doing the horizontal monkey dance on the couch in the living room.
Though, once we reach Eric's room, he lightly placed me down on the bed as he took off his cloths, giving me a little strip tease in the process. Once he was in his natural form, he returned to me on the bed, and began to take me apart in ways I never knew possible. He started with my socks, tickling my feet, and lightly kissing them as the skin appeared. He then moved up to my t-shirt kissing me on the lips, only breaking the kiss as he pulled the item over my head. Then worked his way down to my neck, where he found that amazing spot, and traveled further down my chest and stomach with kisses, to my pants, which he unbuttoned and pulled off as he lightly blew over my stomach, sending goose bumps across the plains of my skin and shivers up my spine. When he had my pants off, he teased me a little, tickling behind my knees, a spot which he found to be very sensitive. Once he was done with his torture, he became naughty, and traveled back up to my belly button, which he lavished with kissed, and then took the waistband of my underwear in his mouth, lifted my butt off the bed, and pulled them down my legs. When he was done, he returned to my lips, as he ground our naked bodies together.
I rolled him onto his back and began my assault on him, roaming my hands, and later my mouth all over his gorgeous body. His muscles felt so strong and hard under the touch of my fingers and lips, and they turned me on even more, as I gained access finally, to his most private of parts. Before long I had him moaning my name, and when I had him very close to climax, he pulled me back up to his lips, where he ravaged my mouth, yet again, this time with even more passion.
He then rolled me onto my back, and began to works his velvety soft, yet deliciously wonderful lips along the ridge of my collar bone, up to my Adams Apple, and then over to that spot. God, was he amazing. His right hand began it's decent down to was butt, where his rather large index finger entered me with a gentle grace. He had me moaning his name now, as he descended with lavish kissed down my torso, to take me in his mouth and pleasure me even more by adding more fingers within me as time progressed. When he knew I was close, he stopped everything he was doing, removing his fingers from within me, and bringing his lips back up to mine. He gently kissed my forehead, as we stared into each other's eyes. I became lost in those brown pools again, and was dazed when they disappeared as he moved to the side of the bed, reaching into his bedside table to retrieving a condom from the stash he kept there, and the lubrication as well. He kissed me on the lips again as he handed me the condom package, which I ended up having to tear open with my mouth, because my fingers for some reason, were not functioning properly. Yet as I was doing this, I gasped slightly as Eric added the cold lubrication to me. He looked up and gave me an apologetic look with his eyes when I had tensed from the contact of the cold substance. I smiled and he reached over and gave me a kiss as I reached down and pulled the condom over him. He lubricated himself, and then reached over again, to his bedside table to wipe his hands with a tissue. He then positioned my legs over his shoulders and returned back to my lips, kissing me gently but passionately as he slowly began to enter me, filling me. It felt so amazing when he was fully in me. I felt so full, but I also felt even more connected to him when he was within me, like he was directly connected to me, like we were one. That was what we became though, as he trust in and out, as the passion over took us completely, one.
After we climaxed, we remained in a ball. My legs had slide down around his waste, or arms entangled around each other. He slowly pulled out of me, taking off the condom and throwing it away. I was still breathing hard, and my heart was beating a mile a minute as he cleaned both of us off. I remained in a daze as his eyes returned back to mine, and he gently kissed me on the forehead. His soft fingers were caressing my cheek as I smiled up at him my breathing finally slowing.
"I missed you." I finally whispered to him.
"I can tell." He said chuckling.
"Have I ever told you that your laugh is really sexy?"
"No, I don't think you have." He replied.
"Well it is." I said as a couple of silence filled seconds pasted between us. "Most things about you are sexy. You're just sexy in general." I stated, smiling at him.
"Well I'm glad you think so. You're not so bad yourself."
"I am not sexy."
"Yeah you are."
"What are you talking about? I don't have a sexy bone in my body."
"Oh shut up, you are, now come here and let me kiss those cute lips."
After he gently kissed me, I replied: "Now cute, cute I can be, but not sexy." I teased, cuddling up to him. His subtle cologne engulfed me as I snuggled into his neck. He was so relaxing to be around. Especially when those amazing fingers of his softly caressed the skin on my cheek, and his thumb worked the ridge of my jaw.
We had lay there for a few minutes, when we heard the front door shut, and Caroline call: "Eric, you home?"
He turned and kissed me gently on the forehead, and then sat up and called down to her: "Yeah, were in my room, hold on let us get some cloths on." And with that, he got up off the bed threw me my articles of clothing, and proceeded to pull on his boxers, and jeans. He went into the bathroom while I finished getting my cloths on, and returned giving me a kiss. I followed him down stairs as he put his sexy "BROWN" t-shirt back on.
Caroline was in the kitchen eating some cheese and crackers when we entered, and Eric gave her a hug as she was in mid bite. She mumbled something, but when she swallowed, she smiled and punched him in the arm.
"What, trying to choke me already. I've been home five minutes and you're already trying to off me. I didn't know I was that annoying."
"Oh you're not." I said laughing.
"How's your family doing?" Eric asked fixing himself a cracker.
"They're well, break was very relaxing." She replied.
"Yeah, same here." Eric said.
"Oh, I'm sure what I just missed was quite relaxing too." She said busting him for his `let us get some cloths on' comment. This had Eric laughing, and me blushing a little.
The banter continued for a few minutes, and seeing as how it was already seven, and I was hungry, I decided to make dinner. I threw some rice, tofu, cooked veggies, and a little bit of scrambled egg together, and thirty minutes later, dinner was on the table. Caroline is a vegetarian, so that didn't leave me much to work with, but luckily there was some tofu in the freezer.
"Damn, this is good. I didn't know you could cook so well." Caroline stated after taking a bite of my concoction.
"Nah, it's nothing great, just something I threw together." I replied modestly.
"Well thanks for cooking, especially since neither of us asked you to." She stated.
"Well I've been around here a lot lately, and it's just my way of saying thank you for putting up with me." I replied.
"Eric, I have officially fallen in love with your boyfriend." Caroline said smiling.
Eric smiled back at me as he took a sip of wine and said: "He is a little charmer isn't he."
"My boyfriend doesn't even say things like that to me." Caroline stated.
"I don't say what sorta thing?" We heard from the other room as Alex appeared in the kitchen, where we were eating at the small table they had in the annex by the window looking over the back yard.
He came over and gave Caroline a quick kiss, and said his hellos to Eric and myself.
"Hey honey, I tried to call you earlier but I got your message." Caroline said.
"I know, and I decided to come surprise you. I brought you these." He said handing her a bouquet of red roses that he had hidden behind his back. Caroline had a look of surprise on her face, and she jumped up, and gave a huge hug and kiss. Once she let him go, she stated: "Here honey, have a seat, let me go get a vase and put these in some water. They're beautiful. Thanks you Alex, I love them." She said kissing him as she went into the other room to get a vase.
"Hi guys." Alex said to us as he took a seat.
"Have you eaten yet?" Eric asked politely.
"No I haven't I got home about fifteen minutes ago" He said.
"Would you like some stir fried vegetables, and rice?" I asked.
"Yeah sure, it sounds great." Eric replied.
"It is great." Caroline said returning with a vase.
Eric got up to get Alex and plate and a fork, while Caroline put the roses in some water. They both returned placing their items on the table and taking their seats.
I had met Alex a few times before. He seemed like a nice guy. He was around Eric's height and build, with lighter almost sandy blonde hair. He had a nice smile, a good personality, and a great ass. He knew about Eric and me, and seemed pretty cool with it, that plus the fact that whenever Caroline was around him she got really giddy. He seemed like an all around great guy, and as long as Caroline was happy, Eric wasn't really worried. He knew she could take care of herself.
When we were finished eating, Eric and I did the dishes as Caroline and Alex went up to her room, for some well-deserved alone time. Eric and I finished up the dishes and then plopped down in the living room, turning on the television. I cuddled up to him, as he flipped through the channels looking for something good to watch. While he was flipping I saw what time it was.
"Eric, it's 8:45, I probably should be getting home." I said to him.
"Aww, baby, I really don't feel like driving down to Jamestown. You want to spend the night? Your cloths are still here from the other time you slept over." He responded.
"Well, let me call my mom and ask her if it's okay."
After calling her, she said it was fine. I felt bad having her spend the night by herself, but she said that she would be fine. She said Comet and she needed some bonding time, and she had work to do anyways.
"Yeah she said it's fine." I stated hanging up, and snuggling back up to my man. "I'm glad you didn't want to drive me home, you are way too comfy of a pillow."
"Well I'm glad you think so." He said leaning down to kiss my forehead.
While I was on the phone Eric ended up putting on `Alias' seeing as it was a Sunday night. During a commercial I said aloud: "I wonder when my parents are going to get me a car."
"Where is this coming from?" Eric asked.
"Well I'm tired of being dependent of using my mom's car, because I feel bad that she becomes stranded at home. Plus my parents got both my brother and sister cars right after they got their licenses. And I mean, it isn't like I'm a bad driver."
"Well maybe they are just waiting until Christmas or something."
"Speaking of Christmas, what are you doing?"
"Oh, my family goes down to Miami every year. We own a penthouse on South Beach. Why, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I might go home, I'm not sure."
"Well you are invited to come down with me if you want, I know my mom and my sister would love you to come down." I replied.
"I'll have to get back to you about that. I'd love to come, but I need to talk to my parents."
At eleven we decided to head to bed. Well, the truth of it was that Eric noticed that I had just about fallen asleep, and decided we should go to bed. We had completely forgotten that Caroline and Alex were still in her room. We could hear the slight moans from the "fun" they were having, as we were crawling into bed. We had a little laugh at this, and Eric cracked a joke, stating that he wondered if I was that loud when we did it. I stopped paying attention to the noise once I had settled in, curled up to Eric. His soft fingers relaxed me as the thumping of his heart and the rhythm of his breathing lulled me to sleep.
Life again proceeded at a quick pace. As my semester was beginning to come to a close, I was eagerly looking forward to my Winter Break which was quickly approaching. Though, during one of the first few weekends of December, Eric asked me if I wanted to go out with him that Sunday night. I thought he was crazy and turned him down, saying that I had homework to do, and that my mom probably wouldn't let me go out. He must have called my mom though, because she told me to go and have a fun time, and that I didn't have to go in on Monday. From the look I gave her, it was like she had a third eye. I was extremely shocked that she would do such an irrational thing. That was until I heard the doorbell ring around five, and when I exited the house I turned to see a black limousine waiting for us.
"Waooooh, what's this doing here, where are we going?" I asked flabbergasted.
"It's a surprise, come on get in." He said, leading me to the door, which the chauffeur had opened.
"What is this all about?" I asked, still a little shocked.
"As I said before, it's a surprise."
"Okay, but it better be good."
"You'll love it, I promise." He said, giving me a quick kiss.
A few minutes into the ride, I suddenly worried that I wasn't dressed appropriately for wherever we were going, but I looked at Eric, and he was also in a pair of jeans. That ended that fright. I relaxed again, and decided to make the best of the ride, by cuddling into my man who was always so full of surprises. I noticed that we were getting off of 95 at the downtown Providence exit, and we were quickly speeding through the streets of the financial district. The car stopped at a restaurant, and the chauffeur was soon opening the door for us to exit. We entered the building and the host welcomed us. "Welcome Mr. Broman, this way to your table please." He said, as we followed him to a secluded spot near the back.
"Wow, this is nice, I've never been here." I said once we were seated.
"This is just the beginning baby, now lets eat, I'm starving."
The waitress came and took our order. She carded Eric for the glass of wine he ordered; we had a little laugh over it. We talked some, but mainly I just stared into his amazing eyes, which were sparkling brightly in the candlelight. Our food didn't take long to arrive, and it was very delicious. We shared some dessert, and soon we were back in the limousine on our way to wherever we were headed next. I noticed that I was about seven, when Eric told me to close my eyes. I could feel the limousine stop, and when the door opened, Eric told me to open my eyes. I look up and saw that we were at the Providence Performing Art Center (PPAC) and on the marquis was Tori Amos. Everyone was in line at either side of the doors, and they were all staring at Eric and I, as we exited the limousine. They had all probably though it was Tori arriving, but I'm afraid we psyched them out. I was in complete shock, as Eric took my hand and led me into the building.
"This was sold out when I tried to get tickets." I said to him, as we entered the building to jealous stares.
"Yeah I know, I had your mom get them for me when I heard she was coming to town." He said with a devilish glare.
"Hey, I tried to get her to do that for me." I stated with another shocked look on my face.
"Let me guess, she told you that she couldn't get a hold of any." He said with that same grin on his face.
"You are so gonna get it when we get home." I said with a mischievous smile.
"Oh I thoroughly hope so." He smiled back.
"Where are our seats by the way?"
"OH MY GOD, you're kidding me!" I exclaimed.
"AHHHHH, you are the best." I said hugging him.
I followed him as he led us down towards to front of the theater. We got to were the pit band would normally be, and there was a security guard standing there who asked us for our tickets. He looked at what Eric gave him, and showed us our seats. We were literally smack dab in the middle of the front row right in front of the stage. Standing up from our seats, my chest was leaning against the stage, we were so close.
About two minutes after we arrived, the opening act started playing. It turned out that it was Howie Day. I had heard of him, but never heard his music, and I really liked it. He played a thirty-minute set and then they started setting up for Ms. Amos. I had seen her the year before with my cousin in D.C. and it was just her and her piano, we had good seats, but nothing as great as these. It was going to be amazing watching her this close.
I think I almost broke Eric's hand when the lights started to flicker, signaling people to take their seats. I had mentioned once that she was one of my favorite musicians, but I hadn't thought that he really paid that much attention to it. I was definitely proven wrong, and now, we were front row. We she came out onto the stage, I thought I was going to wet myself. There she was, ten feet away. I must have had the biggest smile on my face. Eric leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, as I sat there listening to her opening song.
It blew by so fast. I loved the way she took her already great songs, and made them even better, by adding a different beat, or playing around with it some, it was amazing. I was standing up leaning against the stage with Eric when she played my favorite song `Happy Phantom.' The lyrics of it are so weird, but I just love it. It was amazing to see her putting her heart and soul into the beautiful music that was produced, and the amazing part was that I was just a few feet away.
She ended up playing three encores. The last two were just her and her piano, as apposed to the rest of the concert, which included her drummer, and bassist. She was so intimate with us, the audience, as the lights dimmed, to just a spotlight on her when she played `Me and a Gun.' It was almost as if she was singing right to me, as I stood there, leaning against the stage, I knew Eric was standing behind me, his arms wrapped around me, but I was entirely focused on her. And when she did finally leave, she came down to the edge of the stage a little to the left of me to where some kid had roses for here, and we all stuck our hands out, which she pretty much just touched as she walked across the stage. When she was off, and the house lights brightened, I was all smiles. I gave Eric the biggest hug and kiss.
"Eric, this has been one of the best night ever. Thank you so much."
"Your welcome baby." He said kissing me gently. I was still in his arms, only I had turned in a circle to face him, and we stood there for a few minutes as the audience around us dissipated. I didn't care what people thought of us, standing there in that embrace. Half the people there that night were gay anyways, and the other half would have been gay friendly, so I wasn't worried. Once most people had left, we worked our way through the crowd, and out the front entrance, to the waiting limousine. We got another round of stares as the chauffer opened the door for us, but soon we were speeding away to the East Side, to Eric's house I presumed. Fifteen minutes later we were at Eric's door, and entered to a blackened house.
"We have to be quiet, Caroline is in bed." Eric stated. I looked over at the clock and it was quarter to two.
"You ready for bed?" He asked me, as we entered the kitchen, to get something to drink.
"No not really, I'm wired." I stated, grabbing a class from the cabinet and the pitcher of water from the refrigerator.
"Me too." He said, wrapping his arms around me. "But how about we just go upstairs, get in our PJs and relax."
"Okay." I said, as he took my hand, and lead me up to his room.
Once we were inside, he closed the door and I assaulted him with kisses. I led him over to the bed, and he sat down, pulling me into his lap. I broke the kiss as I got up to take off my cloths. He follow suit, and we were soon in our underwear. Once the effects of the concert had worn off, I actually was very tired. Eric went into the bathroom, and when had returned, I had laid down, and was practically asleep. He came in laughing softly. "I thought you were wired?" He asked whispering into my ear, as her crawled into bed next to me. "Me too." I whispered back, as I snuggled up next to him. "Eric, I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you very much. It meant a lot to me." I whispered, again. "Your welcome baby, it was my pleasure." He purred back, into my ear. "Good night baby." He said and before I knew it, I was asleep in the arms of this man. Before my mind went into sleep mode, however, the thought came into my head `Good night Eric, I love you.'
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