Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 15:40:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Seth Barton Subject: Under The Oak {{DISCLAIMER}} This work is not to be reproduced (copied, edited, etc.) in ANY manner without EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT from the author, under penalty of LAW and EXTREME GUILT If it is ILLEGAL to read and or posses the following material for you, be it age (18, eighteen, ate teen), or is forbidden by your locality, you should direct your eyes to the BIG RED X in the upper right-hand corner of your screen and CLOSE THE WINDOW. You should also do the above mentioned if you are offended by such material. But if you meet the stated requirements for reading this, please do :] The following is a manifest of truth and fiction. Any resemblance to the characters may (or may not) be coincidence. ALSO: To my readers: I'm soooo sorry this has taken so long to update. Life has been hectic the last year, and I have had virtually no time or energy to keep with the updates. My appologies. The main characters involved: Joe A.K.A. the author. I usually introduce myself as Seth (my actual name) but everyone seems to like my middle name better, so I don't bother. I'm 18, 6'4" and 187 lbs. My eyes are gray and I have black hair, nearly shaved off. My skin is lighter toned. I'm in alright shape from playing soccer, and I try to keep it that way. Next: Ben. My boyfriend who I love to death. He's 17, 6'4" 190ish lbs. Bright blue eyes and a killer smile. He's in better shape than me, being a tri-athelete and all. He has about the same skin tone as me, and has a good figure in general. Oh yeah, he's pretty flippin' hot too. And then we have Dan and Tony, or The Terror Twins as we refer to them as. Tony's a bit taller at 6'5", but Dan makes up the difference by being totally ripped. Co-captains on the football team, both of them play guitar, and do just about everything together. Their physical features are so similar its scary at times. Slate blue eyes, longer brown hair, and they even have the same sideburns History: Mourning_Sex Chapter One: Mourning_Sex Chapter Two: Exodus Chapter Three: Homecoming_Night Chapter Four: Separation_Anxiety Chapter Five: Holiday_Madness Mourning_Sex-Final: Under_The_Oak The dull noise of the TV kept my thoughts from wandering too far. Amazing really that I wasn't going totally out of my mind. It was the night before graduation afterall. Ben had went to bed early, and I was sitting next to his sleeping form watching whatever random shit was on the talking box. And this rainy night, some atrocious made for television movie was playing, and nearly putting me to sleep. The film drug on... And on... And on... Then, thankfully, the scorned woman got revenge on the person who killed her husband andblahblahBLAHBALH CREDITS PLEASE!!! My wish was swiftly granted, triggering a sigh of relief. The feeling was short lived though. In the time it took for me to go take a piss and brush my teeth, the program for my viewing displeasure was now an infomercial, advertizing a lovely product to clean my colon and make me lose those extra pounds. JUST what I want to hear before attempting to get some shut eye. But, some cosmic force was bound and determined to make me sleepless for the next hour or so. Pulling my boxers off, I slid into bed next to my boy and laid my head on his shoulder, hoping his heartbeat would lull me into sleep. As I focused on it, a strange feeling washed over me. My suspicions were added too by his random body twitches. Ben was usually a very sound sleeper. Most nights he wouldn't budge from the position he fell asleep in. His heartbeat was rapid, like he'd been running. I barely had time to move before he shot up and screamed. He snapped his head around and looked at me with a look of sheer horror as a few tears streaked from his eyes. Breathing heavily he latched on to me and buried his face in my chest. Out of relex, I put my arms around him and laid him down, running my hand up to his shaved head and stroking him gently. "You alright Ben?" I asked, my voice riddled with concern. "I... Don't really know." He gasped, tightening his grip on me. "Nightmare?" "... Yeah..." "It's ok. It was just a-" I was cut off by the door flying open and Dan standing in his shorts looking as scared as Ben did. "What's up D?" I asked, my concern returning. "He have a nightmare too?" He said, panting. "You had one?" "Yeah... Woke up from it about five minutes ago and when I heard him scream my body went on auto pilot and now I'm here." "Hmmm... Good thing I wasn't asleep then huh. Nightmares are contageous around here I guess." I said with a slight smile. "Heh. I guess." He replied, leaning on the doorframe. "He alright?" "I don't know..." I whispered, rubbing his head some more. "It must've scared him pretty good if it got him to scream like that." As I continued running my fingers over Ben's skull, I felt some moisture on my chest, followed by a quiet whimpering sound. Without a word, Dan walked over to the bed and hopped over Ben and I, taking up the unoccupied space as he slid under the blanket and snuggled up next to Ben. "I'm sleeping here tonight... If that's alright with you guys." Dan said, pulling us all into a hug. "Well Ben, is that ok if D sleeps with us?" I asked, wiping away a few of the tears from his eyes. All he did was nod as we all got more comfortable. Tony would have probably been in bed with us too if he didn't have to stay home that night. Both Dan and I did our best to calm Ben down, eventually getting him to fall asleep between us. As soon as we knew he was out cold, Dan motioned for me to follow him out. "... He's been having nightmares alot lately, hasn't he..." Dan said as he closed the door to his room behind us. "Yeah... Just about every night." I grumbled, sitting down on the bed. "Now that I think about it, around this time last year he was having nightmares too... Hmm." "I wonder if there's something behind it... Something we don't know." "That would be suprising if it was. The three of us know just about everything about each other." "Maybe it's one of those things we don't know... Maybe something he doesn't -want- us to know..." "Like some deep dark secret that would make us think differently of him?" "Possibly..." We went on to talk for about an hour before the door cracked open and Ben popped his head in with a few more tears running down his face. "Whatcha guys talking about... And why are you still naked." Ben asked in a sleepy tone, sitting down inbetween us. "Holy crap I am hahaha. Just shootin' the shit, couldn't sleep. You alright?" I asked, sliding my arm around his waist. "Nightmare came back... Woke up and you weren't there." He replied, sniffling a little, taking away a few of the tears from his eyes. "Awww I'm sorry baby." I whispered, kissing his cheek. "It's my fault." Dan piped up. "I suggested we come in here and talk." "Don't worry about it Dan." Ben sighed, nudging him in the side. "But let's go to bed. You comin' with D?" With a nod Dan stood up and lead the way back to our room. Figuring it wouldnt be a good idea to sleep naked with Dan in the bed, I grabbed a pair of shorts off the dresser and we all piled in bed, with Ben in the middle. He gave us both a hug before rolling over to face me, resting his head on my chest. Sliding up a bit, he put his head under my chin and slid his hand up my torso, finding my hand and interlacing our fingers. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" I whispered, rubbing his back with my free hand. "Yeah." He replied, squeezing my hand a little harder. "Well, whatever it is, it can probably wait until we get all this insanity done with tomorrow night." "It can." He said, kissing my chest. "What ever's eating you, you'll be fine. I promise." I said, kissing the top of his head. "Love you Joe." "Love you too Ben." Before I could get out a 'good night' Ben sat up and kissed me full on, making everything, for the moment, just perfect. [The Next Day- 2 hours before graduation] "C'mon boys we gotta go!" My parents shouted in unison up the stairs. "Just a minute!" The four of us called back as we prepared ourselves. Tony had come over after he got done with breakfast, so we were all cranking out our last bought of Soul Caliber as highschoolers. Dan and myself were the only ones left after our short tournament, and, as fate would play it, we ended in a double KO. Amazing. Fan-flippin-tastic. But we had to run, but not before Tony had a suprise in store for us. Dropping to the floor, he reached under my bed and pulled out a half full bottle of Jack Daniels. "WHAT." Dan, Ben and I spat in confusion. "Liquid Courage...Heh." He grinned, spinning the cap off and taking a slug before passing it to Dan. "Why does this not surprise me..." Dan whispered as he took a large shot. "Little surprises me anymore." Tony chuckled, shooting Ben and I a look. "Might as well..." I groaned, taking the bottle from Dan and taking a glug before handing it off to Ben. Ben didn't say anything as he took the shot like a champ, grabbing the cap and putting it back on with a large wince. "C'mon guys let's go!" My dad's voice thundered up the stairs, causing a sly grin to manifest on Ben's lips. "Hey Dad come up here for a second!" Ben shouted back, his grin darkening as he heard the footsteps come up the stairs. As Dad rounded the corner Ben spun the cap off and held the bottle at mouth height in the door frame, the perfect height for my dad to walk right into the bottle.................................. Mission Success! As the end of the bottle entered Dad's mouth, Ben upped the end, pouring him a large shot that he wasn't quite ready for. After the initial shock and some sputtering, a smile sprang to my fathers face as he looked us all over. "Let's do another." He grinned, shutting the door behind him. "No arguments here!" Tony said as he snaggged the bottle from Ben, taking a rather large swing. We passed the bottle once and put it back in its hiding place for later. And before any of us knew it, we were in a group hug lead by Dad. "I love you boys. I'm lucky to have such good sons." He said, beaming. "Love you too dad." We all said in sync. With mom yelling up the stairs again, we decided it was best if we be on our way. We alll grabbed our caps and gowns and made our way to our vehicles. Dan and Tony took Dan's car, the parent's rode with each other, and Ben and I took his car. About half way to school Ben turned down the metal and glanced at me with a funny look. "What's up bro?" "... Do you think my parent's will be there? I sent them an invite but didn't hear back from either of them..." "Do you want them there?" "Not really... Just seemed like the proper thing to do." "Well... We'll see when we get there. Now turn Zyklon back up." "SIR YES SIR!" [Later on...] After the final preparations we were all standing in line ready to go into the field house. The person I was walking next to was Steve Miller. Never really talked to him during the four years but we didn't have any problems. We talked a little as the band started playing, but nothing of importance. We shot each other a smile as we walked into the fieldhouse before turning to the pulsing mass that was gathered to witness a pivotal moment in our lives. Just before entering, I slid on my shades to avoid the barrage of flashbulbs exploding around me. As we walked down the carpeted isle, a hand escaped from the crowd and patted me on the shoulder. It was my cousin Corey, who had graduated 2 years earlier. Cracking a smile, I shook hands with him and held up the entire line for a second before getting a stabbing glare from the assistant principal. We all took our seats and the ceremony went off without a hitch. [Later on: Grad party Number One] Ben and I stepped out of his car at the Smith's house. An overbearing structure telling us exactly how much money they had to spend. It was rather sickening in fact. The mood was awkward as The Terror Twins arrived to keep us from going out of our minds with all the snotty rich people. We were cornered by a very "up town" woman, who I assumed to be Hanna [smith]'s grandmother. We were assaulted with a volley of questions ranging from what college we were going attending to if we were going to marry our highschool sweetheart the next day. When we answered the last question, her expression went blank and she made a hasty exit to the punch bowl, which I assumed was spiked with something strong because I could smell the scent of fancy alcohol from where we were standing. Needless to say we didn't stick around long after chatting with Hannah. [Grad Party Number Two thru Five] You can pretty much copy and paste what you just read into this section. It was the same in every way at every party. [THE Party- The Four Horsemen.] With a rather large smile on my face, we returned home to our grad party. It was getting rather late in the day by this point, but we all expected as such with how many invites we got from our friends, and even some people we barely knew. But, it was actually a rather clever plan on our part, because by this time of day most of the people we wanted at our party were done with theirs, and probably more than happy to escape the family gatherings. It was a joint party, to save on the four of us from party hopping amongst ourselves. This also consolidated the four of us to where we were most likely staying for the night, namely my house. Rounding the corner to the back lawn, we were all greeted with applause and the usual rounds of "good job!" and "Congratulations!". It felt better that it was at our party though, instead of comming from people we didn't know at all the others we'd been to during the day. All of our parent's were there, except for Ben's. I didn't know exactly how he felt about it then, but it really wasn't time to think about it, because it was party time! As Ben got corraled by my Aunts, I snuck over to the grill to see what my Dad had in mind. He'd gotten the nickname The Mad Butcher somehow... He works in realestate... Yeah figure that one out. Anyways, there was the usual fare of burgers, brats and hotdogs, but what was off to the side had my full attention. Four nearly perfect T-Bone steaks. I'm pretty sure my jaw was wide open as I stood there staring at them. Dad brought me back to my senses by handing me a rather large Capitan and coke. "Still alive I see." He chuckled, flipping some burgers onto a platter. "Yeah by some cosmic force... Boring parties are boring." I sighed, taking a sip of my drink. "Yeah you'll have that. Get your brothers over here so I don't kill your steaks." With a nod, I cut through the crowd to save the guys from their frightful looking conversations. The twins were literally cornered by my grandmas and Ben was now being proded by my crazy uncle and my little cousins. "I'm gonna steal these two for a minute." I said as I towered over my grandmas. The Terror Twins shot me a look of pure relief as the Elder Terror Twins turned around to greet me. My grandmas were not related in any way, shape or form, but if you didn't know that prior you'd be damned if they weren't sisters. They're both about the same age, widowed, and think they're Brittish because they have tea together at the same time every day. Every. Day. "Guys, Dad says go check your steaks." I said, trying not to interrupt either of the grannys. "WE GET STEAKS?!" They both shouted, making a B-Line to my dad. "Heh. Well, anyways, I have to go find your other grandson." I said to them, bending over and giving them both a hug. "Looking for me?" Ben said as he snuck up behind me, throwing his arms over my shoulders. "Why yes. Dad says go check your steak." "Oh nice. And where'd you get that drink?! I want one!" He said, taking a huge gulp off my straw. "You aren't gonna say hello to your favorite grandmothers Benjamin?" Grandma Colette asked, reaching up and pinching his cheek. "Yeah what's the deal with that hmm?" Grandma Wendy chirped, pinching his other cheek. "I was gettin' to it!" He winced, failing to escape their hold. "Hey now, what do I get to pinch?" I asked, trying not to laugh at him. "How about that cute butt he's got?" Wendy chuckled, not missing a beat. With this, Ben turned a very bright shade of red, his face still at the mercy of their elderly pincers. With a devious grin, I spun around and slid my free hand around his waist to his back, leaning in close and giving him a quick kiss before I pinched his right ass cheek. He let out a yelp and quickly got out of our collective harassment ring. The grannys giggled and patted me on the butt before we said good bye for the present and went to check our food. After everyone ate and we opened our graduation presents, the sun had nearly set. The evening haze made me remember what the four of us had discussed a few days earlier, and I wasn't about to back out of it now. I leaned over the railing of the deck and surveyed the still rather large crowd, looking for my brothers in the gathering. As I caught their attention, I motioned for them all to come up on the deck with me, where we quickly went over what we wanted to be said, and we decided that I would say it. Without another word, we all climbed up on the railing and got everyones attention. "Firstly, on behalf of my brothers, my lovely boyfriend and myself, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for showing up to our little bash." I said, raising my freshly made Captain and coke. "I'd like to thank our families, friends, and whoever else for putting up with our shit for the last 18 years, because we wouldn't be who we are without you people. But, we are missing someone very important up here on this railing. As I'm sure all of you know, one of my best friends was taken from us far too soon last September, and he is sorely missed. Not a day has gone by that we haven't thought about him, and I'd like for you all to join us in a moment of silence for our Brother Doug. The yard was quiet for a good three minutes until I broke the silence, wiping the tears collecting at my eyes. "Now, raise your glasses." I said, holding my drink over the crowd. "For Doug, for us, and for yourselves! Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. The future is ahead of us!" The four of us said in unison, taking our official last drink as highschoolers. As everyone finished with the toast, a round of applause filled the air as a smug smirk came across my face as Ben planted a kiss on my cheek. "Now please, enjoy yourselves, and don't forget to tip your bartender, and kiss the cook." I said with a large grin, looking right at my dad. As the party was winding down and people were making their exits, we headed inside to wind down from the events of the day. My parent's insisted that Dan, Tony and Evan stay over because they'd had a few and the cops were out like flies, so, we all holed up in the living room and partook in our almost weekly meeting, seeing as we'd missed it on Friday. The usual events unfolded, but with a different feeling than before. We weren't highschooler's anymore, we were almost 'all grown up'. But knowing us, I doubt that will ever happen. Almost like clockwork, Dad appeared with his drink in hand at 11:30 on the dot and joined us for awhile. We channle surfed, ranted on, and had a really good time. At about 2 Ben and I noticed that the sound of voices had been replaced by the sound of snoring. Every single one of them was going off like logging equiptment. Without much thought, we got up and covered them all up and headed up to our room. Having a decent buzz, flopping down on the bed felt pretty damn awesome, and having Ben with me made it even better. He'd been gone the last two official days of school at a track meet, and the whole weekend we hadn't had much alone time. Ben flopped down on the bed next to me and cuddled up onto my chest, sliding his arms around my waist, letting out a relieved sigh. "What's up hottie?" I said, putting my right hand on his shaven head. "Just glad today is over. I'm kinda really tired." He said with a yawn. "Yeah me too. Sleepy time or....?" "Or...?" He grinned, sliding up and kissing me on the lips. With a smile, I pulled him on top of me and wiggled my way over the the corner, propping myself up and pulling Ben into my chest. "Or... You can tell me what's bugging you so bad it's giving you nightmares." I whispered, rubbing his chest through his shirt. He remained silent for a good ten minutes before making the even the slightest sound of aprehension. He turned on his side and dropped his head on my shoulder, burying his face in my neck. "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it. Just remember I'm here when you do." I said, resting my head on his. "Thanks Joe." He whispered, hugging me tightly. "I love you so much." "I love you so much too Ben." Without a word, he rose up and put his lips to mine, locking his horribly blue eyes with mine. The glint I saw in his eyes that night lead be to believe there WAS some dark secret, hidden from the rest of the world that he clearly wasn't ready to deal with. "We're taking a drive later today." He whispered, snuggling back to his original postion on my chest. "Oh yeah? To where?" I replied, running my hand over his back. "Can't tell you yet. But everything will be clear then." "Is that so..." "I'm sorry, but I don't have the words to tell you exactly what it is... I don't want to ruin this room trying to think of them." "Do what you have to Ben. You know I'm here to help if you need it." "Thankyou Joe. Really. Thankyou." "No problem baby. I think we should get some sleep, seeing as we're adventuring later today." "That sounds like a good idea." Ben slid off me and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me as I got my balence. We undressed each other and toosed our clothes in a pile in the corner before laying back down. "You need a shower. And a shave." Ben said as he got back up. "C'mon. I need one too." "Hmph. Whatever you say hot stuff." I said with a grin, following him to the bathroom. As we rounded the corner, we could hear the four in the living room still snoring away, and quite loudly I might add. I always wondered how mom put up with sleeping next to a woodchipper for close to 19 years, but that was a question for another time. Entering the bathroom, we both stood in our boxers, looking at ourselves in the mirror. Alot had changed in the three years we'd been together, physically and emotionally. I got shoulder to shoulder with Ben, and smirked at the fact that he was taller than I was now. I slid my right hand across his lower back and slipped my fingers down his waistband on his side, gently pulling him into my side. "I'm glad we found each other." I said quietly, smiling at him in the mirror. "I am too. It feels like we've known each other for ever but it's only been 3 years." He replied, returning my smile. "The last year was shit, but I wouldn't trade it for anything." "Me either." Before I knew it, Ben spun me around to face him and gently kissed my forehead. Wrapping my arms around him I pulled him into a tight hug as we held each other for a good five minutes in silence, just enjoying each others company. Awkardly, we walked over ot the shower in each others arms and got the shower adjusted to the right temperature. Ben slid off my boxers and his own and we hopped in the shower. Reaching for the AXE ben slide his hands up and down my sides, across my chest and down my abs, stopping himself just shy of my pubes. All the touching felt more incredible than usual, and Ben knew all the right places to touch. Placing his chin on my shoulder, he took the AXE out of my hand and squeezed a decent amount into the palm of his free hand. The red gel smelled amazing as he lathered up my front, making me pretty damn hard in the process. After soaping up my front half, he turned me around and did the same for my back. "Why do you always have this effect on me?" I asked, in pure bliss. "Because I'm just that awesome." He answered, swatting me on the ass. "And that was for earlier haha." "I fuckin' love you." "I fuckin' love you too Joe." I pulled away, only to go back in for a kiss. We embraced for a few minutes as the warm water rushed over us, enjoying the moment. Ben's hands explored my back and my hands did the same to him. And at that moment, a primal switch went off in my head. I broke our kiss and my grey eyes narrowed. A grin crept to Ben's face as he realized what that look was. "Gotta wash you up first." I said with a grin, rinsing myself off. "Yes you do..." He replied, kissing me again. I grabbed the AXE and did a quick but effective scrub job on Ben, leaving his tool in much the same condition as mine was. I had to resist the urge to go down on him right there, but it was pretty damn difficult with that beautiful cock emerging from all those suds. With a horribly sexy smile, Ben looked at me and grabbed my overly still erection. "I'm having a really hard time not letting you take me right now." Ben whispered as he slowly stroked my tool. "And I'm having an even worse time not taking you right now." I replied, pulling Ben into my chest. "Too bad there's not enough room in here..." "Agreed... Let's finish up here and go to bed hmm?" "I like the sounds of that." "I thought you would." I finished washing Ben off and we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. Standing infront of the sink we brushed our teeth and Ben handed me my razor with a stern look in his eyes. I smirked and sat on the sink, handing the razor back to him. "You trust me enough for that?" He asked, somewhat in amazement. "Of course I do. I would have had you do this sooner but you're usually asleep when I shave." "Alright then... If you say so." Firing up my Norelco, Ben put his free hand on my shoulder and slowly put the guarded blades to my face, moving in slow circles over my cheeks. Once he had those areas as smooth as his balls, he tilted my head back to get at the gruff on my neck. That was [and still is] my least favorite place to shave, but with Ben doing it for me it didn't seem too bad. I winched in a few places, getting a woried look and "Oh shit I'm sorry!" out of my boy, but I didn't really mind. When he was finished, I twisted around on the sink and looked in the mirror, smiling at the goatee he'd left me with. "You look Godly right now." He said, plantingg a kiss on my forehead, brushing the shavings off my chest and abs. "I do look pretty good... But, could you get rid of the spotty moustache? It still doesn't grow in too well." "Sure." Moments later, I had a rather devious look going without the patchy 'stache. Standing up, I looked Ben up and down in his towel, I smiled and slid my hands around his waist, digging my fingers down the back. "So, shall we continue what we started?" He asked, kissing me quickly. "Yeah. Let's go." I said, returning the favor. Upon returning to our room, we dropped our towels and hopped into bed. After rolling around and adorning each other with kisses and some heavy petting, Ben rolled on top of me and pinned me down. He shot me the same carnal look I gave him in the shower, and my heart began to race. he started slowly kissing his way down from my neck, spending some time on my nipples, then sliding his stubbly chin down my chest, stopping as I felt my hard-again cock come in contact with his jaw. He looked up at me from his position and shot me a grin before moving his head to the side and slowly taking my rigid cock into his mouth. His blowjobs are always so good. He took a firm hold on the base of my shaft and slowly pumped up and down as he worked his very skilled tongue around the head of my cock, causing intense waves of pleasure to radiate from that point outward. I was in heaven. He always made me feel so... So... Good. I know there are better words to sum it up, but none come to mind. He kept working me closer and closer to the edge, but I didn't want to explode like I knew I would if he kept this up. I almost didn't get him off me in time, as made apparent by the seemingly inhuman amount of precum that would seeping out of my cock. "You're turn." I gasped, nearly on the brink of orgasm. With a grin, we switched positions on the bed and I got to work on Ben's appendage. I mimiced what he did to the T, and getting much the same result he had on me aswell. The amount of precum was just the same if not more than he had coaxed out of my steely serpent. My work and his moaning synced, which almost made me explode on the spot. Ben's entire frame tensed up, followed by a sharp intake of breath, leaving me with a mouthful of Bensauce that I swallowed as quickly as I could. As his twitching and the flow of cum subsided, I managed to slide Ben's still hard dick down my throat, forcing a body shudder out oh him. "Baby... You're SO good at that." He said, sounding exhausted. "Mmmmhmmmm..." I hummed as I withdrew from his cock with a loud slurp. "We going all the way tonight?" "You know it." He said in a terribly sexy voice, pulling me up to him. Snatching the lube off the nightstand, I squeezed a decent amount into my hand a carefully lubed up my tool, still being very close to climax. As I finished with that, I squirted a bit more in my hand before finding my way to Ben's ass. I applied the entire handful to his orafice, slipping a few fingers in to test the waters, as it were. When we both thought he was ready, I positioned myself between his legs and pressed the head of my cock against Ben's hole, keeping eye contact with him. We found this distracted him from the initial discomfort. I slowly entered him, feeding in half an inch at a time. When I could go no further i leaned down and locked lips with Ben, putting my arms behind his head. "Squeeze me if it hurts." I whispered, slowly pulling out all the way to the head. "That feels so fucking amazing you don't even know." He replied, wrapping his limbs around my torso, pulling me back into him. Returning to our kiss, I started slowly pumping in and out of him, gradually picking up speed and force until we were both dripping with sweat and moaning in unison. Ben clenched his muscles in time with my thrusts, rapidly bringing us closer and closer to the brink. My vision began to go hazy as every nerve in my body fired with one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, and still to this day[nearly 4 years later], have not gone beyond that feeling. As the euphoria slowly wound down, I leveled out myself over Ben, a smile coming to my face as I felt the warm wet feeling on my midsection of Ben's cum. "Feeling better now?" I asked, rubbing noses with him as I slowly pulled out of him. "Yes... So much better." He replied, giving me that horriby cute smile. Later in the morning, I woke up to the sound of a truck leaving. thinking it must be dad, I shugged it off and rolled over, snuggling into Ben's chest. As the last bits of sleepyness left my head, i pulled myself out of bed and trudged off to the bathroom. I reeked of sex and sweat, and my junk was a little sore the amazing time we had earlier in the morning. Sliding into the bathroom, I found Dan brushing his teeth, looking a bit rough. "Hungover?" I asked, walking past him to the toilet. "Not as bad as I look." He mumbled, spitting into the sink. "Dude you smell like boysex." Looking over my shoulder, I shot him a devious smirk and took a quick piss. Dan shook his head as he walked out of the bathroom and I continued grinning to myself as I got the shower going. My mind was mostly blank as I cleaned myself off, that is, until someone played a dirty trick and flushed the toilet right next to me. "AAAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shouted as I scrambled out from under the icy water. "Morning big guy." Evan said with an overly sweet smile. "What the Hell man?" "Joe, you've been in there for like half an hour and your mom has the other bathroom occupied." He replied, stripping down, getting in the cold shower. "Have fun with your shrinkage!" I chuckled over the curtain. "I usually take a cold shower. No big deal." He replied. "Besides, look at this thing, I could use some shrinkage haha." With that, he threw back the shower curtain and flashed me. And he was right, he could stand some shrinkage. I questioned if he stole it from a small whale, but he said it's been there forever. I don't believe him. Anyways, I walked back to my room, towling off as I went, to find Ben still asleep, looking terribly cute like he always does when he's asleep. Digging through the drawers, I found some clothes to wear and slowly put them on, not really being in any hurry. As I was pulling my shirt over my head, I felt a pair of hands creep over my bare midsection and locking their fingers over my stomache. Without thinking, I leaned back into Ben, feeling his warm skin on my still exposed back. "How'd you sleep?" I asked, pulling my shirt down all the way. "Pretty good. How about you?" He mumbled groggily, nuzzling into the back of my neck. "Pretty awesome. I think we both sleep better after sex." "I'd have to agree with ya there. Anyone still here?" "Dan and Evan are. Not sure about Tony though." "Well... We'll have to wait a little bit for our adventure." "Because...?" "I don't feel like explaining where we're going. Because everyone knows we don't have shit to do today." "True enough." Kissing the back of my neck, Ben released me from his grasp and snagged a pair of my shorts, wandering down the stairs to I assume the other bathroom. I sprawled out on the bed and looked vacantly at the ceiling. My thoughts were all jumbled, and for the first time in our three year relationship I was genuinly confused about Ben. What could be so... So... Uhh... SOMETHING, that would keep him from telling me about it? Or even what it had to deal with? Or where the Hell this adventure was gonna take us? I smirked at the mystery of it all, but it also concerned me at the same time. I wasn't able to get that look he gave me the night before out of my mind's eye. In a way, it terrified me that those eyes were even possible of conveying such raw feelings apart from love for someone else. I sat in my vortex of thoughts, becoming more and more confused as ideas and suspicions bounced off each other. It was actually starting to make me angry, a feeling I hadn't had since Doug died. i felt decieved, lied to, kept in the dark... And the darkness was spreading. Spreading to corners of my mind I didn't know or forgot I had. My eyes narrowed until all I could see was a blur. What the fuck was it? IT. That thing that kept evading my deductions. I needed to find out. Awhile later, Evan and Dan popped in my room to tell me they were going to lunch, asking if I wanted to go with. Under normal circumstances I would have been game for it, but not this day. Evan vanished out the door, and Dan sat down next to me. "I know something's up. Spill it Seth." He said, laying down next to me. "I'll tell you when I know myself. Don't keep Evan waiting." I replied, not even looking at him. "But I need to know, right now, that you're ok. The look plastered on your face says otherwise." "Once again, I'll let you know when I do. Promise." "...Alright then. I expect to hear from you later today. Alright?" "Will do Dan." Patting me on the chest, he got up and left me to my thoughts. It seemed no sooner than Dan left that Ben reappeared, toweling off as he entered the room. I glanced over at him, and he had the same expression I had, which made me question the day even more. He quickly got dressed and tossed me my keys. Snatching them before they smacked me in the face, I shot him a little grin and got to my feet, standing infront of him. "You feel it too, don't you." He whispered, dropping his head on my shoulder. "If it's total and complete uncertainty, then yes." I replied, inhaling his scent deeply, trying to calm myself down. "You'll find out soon enough bro. I promise. Now let's get moving, it's a bit of a trek." Planting a kiss on my forehead, Ben lead me out of the room, stopping at the top of the stairs to see a still sleeping Tony snoring away on the couch. Making as little noise as possible, we crept out the front door to my car. Getting out of town, Ben reclined his seat back to the limit and looked at me, with the same glint in his eyes as the night before. "Get on I-90 to La Crosse, then South on 35 to Stoddard." "Aye aye Captain Ashford." {{Two hours later- Stoddard Outskirts}} Traffic was atrocious, but the weather was nice. Windows down and blasting Hypocrisy the entire way. As we approached, Ben readjusted his seat and started paying attention to where we were. This is Ben's home town, and hadn't been back in almost four years. A look of regret came to his face as we drove through his old neighborhood. "You alright bro?" I asked, turning down the music to a talkable level. "Yeah... Yeah... I'm fine. Next right." Much to my suprise, we ended up right in the parking lot of a church. Being as annoyed with religion as I am, the whole thing didn't sit well with me. After finding a spot, we got out, and I followed Ben into the main building. Looking about, I did actually really like the architecture of the place, but my thoughts were interrupted by Ben's voice, he was talking to, of all things, a nun. "Hello... Is Father Jasper available?" He asked, seeming intimidated by the penguine. "Yes he is Benjamin. I'll go get him. One moment." The nun replied, quickly walking off to find the person in question. Sliding right behind him, I cupped my hand over his right ear. "What the Hell Ben. You never told me you were Catholic." I whispered, my eyes scanning the room. "Well, I wasn't by the time I met you..." He whispered back. "And please, don't be you're usual Hellfire and brimestone self when I'm talking to the Father." "Alright... You're no fun at all." I replied, swatting him on the ass and taking a few steps to the side as I saw the nun and who I assumed to be the Father appear. "Well... Mr. Ashford... It's been quite awhile." The Father said, shaking Ben's hand. "Yes it has Father. I have a few matters I'd wish to discuss with you if you have time." He said, that look of regret returning to his face. "Of course Benjamin. Let's go to my office were we'll have some privacy." The father said, shooting me an icy glare. "How's you're friend?" "This is Seth. A very dear friend of mine. He's comming with us." "Pleasure to meet you Father." I said, smiling as best I could. "Likewise, and Ben, are you sure?" He said with an odd tone of voice." "Yes, I'm positive." "Alright then. Let's go then shall we?" With a nod, we followed the priest into the inner most room of the church. It was deadly silent in the whole place, and it really had me feeling uneasy. As we took a seat on the couch in the Father's office, I tried to make myself comfortable but I just couldn't. I wanted to lean on Ben to see if that would help, but since we were in such a place, I didn't think that would give the right impression, and would probably get me some punishment later. "So Ben, how're things with you? I haven't seen you since about 8th grade I'd say." "Things are fine. Just graduated yesterday, going to UW-La Crosse with Seth here in the fall. But, I'd rather get this out of the way as soon as possible, so I'll cut to the chase. Do you know what actually happened to my brother?" WHOA WHAT. What did he just say? Brother? like... ACTUAL flesh and blood? My jaw dropped to the floor and I stared in utter disbelief at Ben. The priest seemed unphased by this as he adopted a rather casual pose in his chair. Just what the fuck is going on? My mind was a complete flurry of just one big WHAT THE FUCK as the priest started talking. "So... Your mother kept that a secret as well. I guess you're old enou-" "What do you mean AS WELL?" Ben cut in, his voice beinging to be soaked in anger. "Your mother is not a good hearted person Son." He said, spinning around in his chair, stopping with his back to us. "No need to tell me that. I've disowned her. Now out with it. I've come for answers and I don't intend on leaving until I get some." Ben whispered, putting his hand on mine. "I don't have all the answers you want, but I can give you some of them... Where to begin. Remind me, when did your brother pass?" "When I was 12." "So that made him... 18 yes?" "Correct." "He died because of the actions he took. Or rather, the lifestyle he chose to embrace. It is truely unfortunate what happened, but what's done is done and there's noth-" "So why was there no funeral? Or an obituary? Or even a proper grave marker?" "That's you mother's doing, not mine." "Bullshit. You know where he is. And I want you to tell me. Now." "Watch your language boy. Such tongues will not be tole-" "You WILL tolerate my tongue or you're going to be in alot of shit. I know some of what happened, and that alone can get you expelled from your shiney pedestol." "And just how would you go about doing that?" "Let's just gloss over the fact that you're actually my brother's father. And that you couldn't even stand to look at your own child because you were so fucking ashamed of breaking your precious God's rules." "How... How did you..." "Alcohol does wonderous things for a person. My mother is no exeption. Her lips get as loose as some other things apparently. You fucking homewrecker." "How dare you!" "Why do you think we had to move? The entire fucking town knew about it! Except for my dad!" "No, no, no. You know nothing." "Tell me what I want to know, or point me at someone who does." "...Fine. Fine. Fine. Your old neighbor, the Stevens. Mary will tell you anything you want to know." "Good day Jasper. See you in Hell when we get there." "We?" At that moment, Ben leaned over and put his hand on my crotch, snapping me out of my cloud of confusion. "Yes, we. Good day Jasper." Exiting the church, my head was still jumbled mess of questions. Once again, what the fuck is going on? From what I'vve gathered thus far, Ben had an older brother, who apparently is no longer of the living. Why wouldn't he tell me this? Why didn't he years ago? Why didn't Cassi tell me? Maybe she didn't know? There were a whole lot of questions that needed answering, but with the way things were going, I could wait and see what transpired. "Ben... Want some food?" I asked as we got back in the car. "It might calm me down a bit... Let's go to the Turtle. Just turn right outta here and you can't miss it." "Aye aye Captain." He was right, I couldn't miss it, unless I totaly wasn't paying attention. Parking in the first available space, which was most of a block away, we goy out of the car and I took a look around. A nice little town, and we were technically "down town". Mind you, down town consisted of two bars, a post office and a nice looking restaraunt, surrounded by houses. Ben had already started for the building and I followed quickly behind him, not really wanting to look like a fool standing outside and looking around like I'd never been in public before. We entered the bar, and it was an odd feeling. the lights were low, cigarette smoke hung still in the air, and the 5 people in the bar turned around and gave us a look before going back to their drinks. I kept my shades on until we took our the two stools at the end of bar. As the bartender walked over to us and gave ben a questioning look before shrugging it off and asking for our IDs. Without much fuss we pulled out our fakes and I grinned as they were readily accepted. "What can I get you guys?" The girl asked, her eyes locking on Ben again. "Coors light in a bottle please." Ben said, returning the look. "Captain and coke, a tall one please." I mumbled, getting a strange feeling from her. "Could we get some menus too?" "Sure thing." She replied. I broke out a $20 and slid it across the bar to the rail, keeping my eyes on the girl as she went to get out drinks. Covertly, Ben put his hand on my leg, squeezing my thigh as the girl came back, quickly snatching my $20 to take out for our drinks. "So... Ben. What's realy going on in this strange little town..." I trailed off, taking a sip of my drink. With a sigh, he dropped his head into his hands and groaned, looking at me through his fingers. "C'mon. Fess up. This is a fun adventure and everything but I need some answers too." "Long story. Loooooong story." He replied, taking a quick swig of his beer. "We've got all sorts of time. We're also not going to see this Mary person until you tell me what's going on." "Alright... Here it goes...Like I said before, my brother died when I was 12. But, I have no idea how or why it happened. I was at my grandparent's in Minnesota for 2 weeks during the summer. I came home, and my brother wasn't there. His room was just as I saw it before I left, but he wasn't there. I wondered where he was for about a week, but my parents wouldn't tell me. No one told me anything, I asked and asked and asked, and nothing. I asked Father Jasper, and he had no idea either, or so I thought." "Wow... Ben... I have no idea what to say. Like at all." "It get's better." He said with a sarcastic grin, taking a huge pull off his beer. "Summer ended, and I still had no idea where he was. I tried the police, but because I was 12 no one took me seriously. I asked my councelors at school, and they said they'd try and find out, but because it was a Catholic school, everything got back to Jasper, thus snuffing any hope I had for answers. It's such fucking bullshit. So, the year goes on, and Greg's birthday comes around. Nothing was mentioned of him at all. All I was told that he was gone. I wanted to go visit his grave but no one would ever take me. Not even my grandparents. I'm really hoping Mary has some answers." "I'm fucking speechless. Totally speechless." "But what I really don't get, is why he's gone in the first place..." Putting my hand on his shoulder, I moved my hand down to his back and rubbed his tensing muscles. Through his whole venting session, his facial expression didn't change once. Suppose it was to keep up appearances because we were out. When the girl came back with the menus, she gave us a concerned look. "Ok Ms. Bartender. Why do you keep lookin' at us like that." I said, propping myself up on the bar, leaning towards her. "It's just... Your friend looks really REALLY framiliar to me." She said in a very meek tone. "Is that so..." Ben said, rolling his eyes. "Yes... Did you used to live around here?" "Depends... Who's asking." I sat there, trying desperatly not to laugh at the situation. So, I decided to flip through the menu to occupy my thoughts, while still listening to the exchange that was taking place. The girl revealed her name to be Beth Stevens, which automatically clicked in my head. She was Mary's daughter, and she overheard our entire conversation. Yep. This is a pretty smalll town. "So... Is your mother home today? I actually need to speak with her about some things." "Like what you were just talking about?" "Yes actually." "I can call her and have her come here if that's more convenient." "That would be excellent." As she broke out her phone and walked away, Ben leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, his usually happy face had returned, setting me at ease. As it turns out, the Stevens' own the Thirsty Turtle. We flipped through the menu and decided on food and finished our first drink. I was chuckling to myself about the wierd factor of this whole day as Beth returned. We ordered our burgers, and no sooner did Beth vanish into the kitchen the front door opened and a woman about my mom's age walked in and sat one stool away from me. "Hi mom." Beth chirped as she returned. "Hello dear. Where is that boy you said was here?" "Ben's right here." I said, sliding my stool back, revealing Ben to her. "Well well well... The little boy isn't so little anymore." She said, moving into the stool next to me. "It's been awhile Ms. Stevens." "Yes, yes it has Ben. How're you?" "Fine, but we need to have a little chat. Can we go in the back room or something?" "Sure, follow me." Following both of them to the back room, I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and snagged one from the box, placing it in the corner of my mouth as we entered what appeared to be the breakroom for the cooks. Mary sat down at the small table and Ben sat beside her as I leaned up against one of the shelving units, fishing in my pocket for a lighter. "So, what's all this about Ben? And who's this knock out you have with you hmm?" She asked, making herself comfortable. "This is Seth. The best friend anyone could ask for." He said, smiling over at me. I waved in response as I found my lighter and quickly lit my cigarette. Taking a quick drag, my eyes scanned the little room and my eyes locked with Mary's. She was giving me that all knowing look, he gaze shifting between Ben and myself a few times before coming to rest on Ben. "So, what was it you needed to talk to me about?" She asked, smiling warmly. "Jasper said you know what happened to my brother." Ben stated flatly, taking Mary off gaurd. "Well, I definatly wasn't expecting this to be the topic of conversation." "I need to know. I've spent too many nights waking up screaming." "Hmm... What do you remember?" "That I went to my grandparent's during the summer, and I came back and he was gone, and that no one would tell me anything. At all. Now I need you to fill in the blanks." "I can do that for you. Might want to go get your drinks boys... Even though you're under 21." She chuckled. "I'll do that... We need fresh ones anyways." I said, pushing myself off the shelf. Walking back out to the bar, I stood at the end closest to the back room, waiting for Beth to notice I was there. When she did, she walked over and asked what I needed. I asked for a refill on both our drinks and waiting, scanning the bar as she did so. The other patrons were in their own little world it seemed, like nothing else was going on except for them playing their gambling machine or deeply involved with their drink. As Beth returned, she had another drink with her. "Uhh... Who ordered the wine?" I asked, not really putting two and two together. "It's for my mom. and if you guys are talking about what I think you are, she'll need it." Beth chuckled, sliding the drinks over the bar. "If you say so haha. Get the wine outta my cash over there if you would. Thanks." Without another word I carefully made my way back to the breakroom balencing the drinks awkwardly as I went. Sitting down next to Ben, I put our poison on the table and we all looked at each other for a moment before we grabbed our drinks in unison. "I still can't believe your mother didn't tell you anything." Mary said as she took a long sip of her wine. "I can't believe it either. Really." Ben chuckled, pounding half his beer. "So, when ever you feel like talking I'm all ears." Mary shook her head and smiled, for reasons unknown to me. Taking another sip of her drink, she began to tell us all the events surrounding Ben's brother. While Ben was away at his grandparent's, Greg was shot for being gay. Isn't intollerance in America so grand? It's amazing this country is where it is today with all the ignorance stinking up the place. As more and more details came forth, Ben's beer vanished, along with my drink, and they were almost replaced with horribly burning tears of total disgust. Out of instinct at this point, I pulled Ben out of his chair and onto my lap, wrapping my arms around his chest. "So..." Ben whispered, trying not to lose himself. "Where is he?" "Under the oak tree at the very end of Old River road." She replied quietly, finishing off her wine. "...How do you know all of this..." I asked in disbelief. "I own a bar cutie. I know lots and LOTS of things about the people in this town." She said, trying to smile off the bleakness of the conversation. "I suppose that makes sense." I said, resting my head on Ben's back. "Let's go see him... If you want to that is." With a nod Ben got up off me and made his way over to Mary, thanking her profusely. We said our goodbyes to Mary and Beth, and made our way back to the car. I barely had a chance to fish my smokes out of my pocket before Ben had the stereo cranked. Taking a cig from the pack, I tapped Ben on the shoulder. Without even looking he snatched it from my hand and the lighter from my lap. A few seconds later he looked at me, tears welling up in his eyes as he lit the cigarette with minimal coughing. He mouthed the words 'thank you' as I started the car. The only way either of us knew where this road was, was because we passed a sign saying where it was on our arrival in town. Otherwise, we would have been totally and utterly lost. As we made the turn onto Old River Road, the path went from asphalt to gravel. swerving around potholes, and a compltely random cow in the road [I couldn't have made that up if I tried], we finnaly reached the end of the road, dually marked with a Dead End sign. Everything was where Mary said it would be, and we both sat in the car for a moment, trying to collect ourselves. Ben was the first to get out of the car. He stood in the open door for a good five minutes, staring at the ancient oak tree before us. I noticed his hand clenched into a fist just before he started off for the base of the tree. Scrambling out of the car, i quickly caught up to Ben and took his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together tightly as we reached the tree. We stood about 10 feet from the oak, an silence washing over us as we both noticed the intials carved into the bark: GPA. As I studied it more closely, my eyebrow twitched involuntarily. With the passing of six years, it didn't look like the tree tried to regenerate the scarred bark at all... "What's the P stand for?" I whispered, giving Ben's hand a squeeze. "Parker." Ben choked out, bringing his other hand to his face. Without a thought, I stepped infront of Ben and instantly pulled him into a hug. I rested my chin on his shoulder, holding him tightly against me. I could feel his body shaking in my grip, but at that point I really didn't know what I could do for him to make him feel any better. Moments later, he completely broke down and buried his face in my neck, nearly squeezing the air out of me. "This is so wrong." I whispered, rubbing his back with both my hands. "Are people really so fucking scared of us?" He asked, dampening my shirt. "Yes, yes they are Ben. But just think, your brother is in a better place. A far better place than here with all these biggots and cowards." I replied, trying not to lose myself aswell. "I'm so sorry baby. I really am." "It's not your fault." He said through the sobs. "I just... I just wish I got to say goodbye." "I know Ben. I wish I could have said goodbye to Doug too..." And for the next twenty minutes we stood there in each others arms in silence. When his tears subsided, Ben broke our hug and slowly walked over to the tree, kneeling infront of the intials carved in the bark. He put his hand up to the markings, traced the letters with his fingers, then dropped his hand to the ground, hanging his head. I walked up behind and stood over him, keeping an eye on my boy. Slowly standing up, he turned around and locked his eyes with mine. The feeling I got from him was devistating, to say the least. "I love you." He whispered, dropping his head on my shoulder. "thanks for comming with me." "I love you too Ben." I replied, stroking his back. "Let's go home." "...Yeah." Stepping back from him, I wiped away the new tears forming in his eyes and smiled at him, trying to make him feel a little better. Throwing an arm over his shoulder, I walked us back to the car and we started on towards home. The journey home was uneventful, filled with the usual idol defying black metal and some tekno thrown in to keep things level. The only words that were spoken happened at a trickstop when we stopped for dinner. Our phones had been going off all day, but we ignored them. They'd find out soon enough. Oddly, the construction didn't stop once the sun had set, much to my dismay. By the time we got home, the moon was making its nightly crawl across the sky. I grinned to myself as I looked upon Ben's sleeping form, looking rather comfortable in the passenger seat. Leaning over, I ran my hand over his buzzed hair and kissed his forehead. A few moments later, his eyes slowly opened, looking into mine with that horribly unbearable cuteness he's always had. "We're home." I said quietly, scratching the top of his head. With a yawn and a stretch, he leaned up and kissed me before piling out of the car. As I got out, I shook my arms out and looks around, noticing the Terror Twins vehicles parked next to Dad's truck. Walking over to Ben, I put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him through the near darkness. "You ready to go in?" I asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... I guess." He replied with a sigh. "D knows something's up, so at the least we'll have to explain it to him." "Might as well tell the rest of 'em too. Get it all out in the open." "Yeah. So, ready?" "After you..." Popping open the door, we casually walked through the kitchen into the livingroom, where everyone was seemingly waiting for us. I looked them over and got an odd feeling in the pit of my stomache. Before we could even get out a hello, dad spoke up. "Why don't you boys have a seat..." He said in a most devious tone. Without hesitation, we sat down on couch as mom got up and stood next to dad. Grabbing Ben's hand, I looked at him and gave him a nod before taking a quick glance around at, well, my family. I caught all of their eyes for but a moment, but they all told me the same thing: We need to know what's going on. Lacing our fingers together, I scooted closer to Ben, getting shoulder to shoulder with him. Giving his hand a squeeze, I nudged him in the side. With a sigh, he looked at me, then looked at everyone else, biting at his lower lip. He told our family every painful detail of the day, and the situation at large. As he went one, all eyes were on him. The looks of shock and concern painted across all thier faces was an odd thing to witness, to say the least. They were hanging on every word by the end, and there was an odd feeling in the air. With one somewhat relived sigh, Ben nearly crumpled over onto my shoulder. "...I had no idea." My mom said, quickly sitting down next to Ben, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Son... Why didn't you tell us before?" My dad chimed in, almost in tears. "I... Didn't even know the full story myself, so what was I supposed to tell you?" Ben whispered. "True enough, true enough." Dad said, looking firmly at Ben. "But, I want you to make me, and everyone else here a promise." "Uhm... Ok?" Ben replied, looking at him a tad confused. "No more secrets. We can't help if we don't know." "I promise... And thanks for putting up with me." "Ha. Putting up with you. I'm more concerned about putting up with these two!" Dad said, giving the terror twins a grin. "Summer only started today... Let's see what trouble you boys get into this time around." After the demoralizing events of the day, and a drink or two sponsored by dad, we all headed up to bed. When we got to our room, Ben flopped down on the bed and groaned loudly, pulling a pillow over his head. Sitting down next to him, I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shirt, throwing it on the pile in the corner. Laying down, I rested my head on his chest and snaked an arm under him. "Anything else you wanna get off your chest?" I asked, rubbing his stomach with my free hand. "Not at the moment... I'm so drained right now." He said, putting the pillow behind his head. Before I could lean up to give him a kiss, the terror twins walked in, in their boxers, toting pillows and blankets. "Uh... Hi." I said, looking them over. "Slumberparty time!" They both said, constucting a makeshift bed on the floor. "That looks big enough for all of us." Ben observed, letting out a small yawn. "That's the idea." Tony said, making a few adjustments. "C'mon. We havent done this in years." Pulling us to our feet, the Terror Twins took our pillows and added them to the row. Taking off my shorts, I quickly got on the floor and took one of the middle spots, tapping the space next to me for ben to claim it. A few minutes later, we were making ourselves comfortable on the floor, all pretty much spooning. "I love you guys. Really." Ben said, cuddling into my chest. "We love you too little brother." Tony said, reaching over me and rubbing Ben's shoulder. "Don't be afraid to tell us stuff alright?" Dan said, doing the same as Tony. "I... Just really don't know how to say it without comming off as weak." He said in barely a whisper. In one smooth motion, I pulled Ben ontop of me and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Bros... Group hug." Without a moment's hesitation, Dan and Tony attached themselves to us, and we all laid there for a time, wrapped up in each others arms. "Thank you guys. You have no idea how much you all mean to me." Ben said, trying not to tear up. "No problem at all Ben. No problem at all." Dan replied. "But let's pass out. Who knows what's gonna crop up tomorrow, right?" "Right." "Yeah." "True enough." "Love you guys. G'nite." I said quietly as the group hug ended, keeping my hold on Ben. END: Mourning_Sex[Final]- Under_The_Oak As stated, this is the final chapter in the Mourning_Sex series. In the comming weeks, as my busyness allows, I'll be working on my next series, which will be known as Undercurrent. Keep your eyes open in the college section right here on Nifty.org. Feedback can be sent to me at the following email: antiversum@yahoo.com Also, a special thanks to anyone and everyone who trudged through my work and somewhat enjoyed it!