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Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you, to live, to breathe
You're taking over me

Taking Over Me © by Evanescence, 2003

Control. It's extraordinary the tactics people employ to obtain it. Some rely on deception while others engage in outright trickery. Then there are those who resort to extortion. Why do we fight so hard for control? Because we know to lose it is to put our fate in the hands of others. And what could be more dangerous?

© by Marc Cherry, 2005

Taking Over Me 09

The throbbing in my head was slowly turning into an almost ignorable dull, achy pain in thanks to the ice pack Jared positioned on my forehead. Earlier when I vomited, I banged my head against the car and knocked myself out. I woke up with a needle extracting blood from my arm and Tyler pacing anxiously around the room. Jared explained he needed a blood sample to test for any foreign substance since roofies generally burn out of a system after a matter of hours.

"That should do it," he said, extracting the needle and placing a bandage over the entry point. Carefully, he placed the small vial of blood into a padded case and took it to the kitchen, leaving me alone with a very tense Tyler.

It didn't take long for him to speak his mind.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Tyler demanded. "I stick up for you to go to this damn party and you come back knocked out cold and possibly drugged."

"Yeah, because letting a guy slip something into my drink was totally the plan the entire night. How is any of this my fault?" With each word I spoke, it was like a hammer banging against my skull. I must've really whacked myself earlier.

Tyler sighed exasperatingly. "You shouldn't ever accept a drink from a stranger, Travers! That's Party 101!"

"He came from a referral. Olivia was friends with him. How the fuck was I to know he was some psycho bitch?" I angrily vented. Why am I being blamed for this?

Jared came back in. "Tyler, just calm down. Travers is fine. Everything is fine. We all could use some sleep." My savior looked down upon me. "And you, I'll be taking your blood sample in with me to work later to test it. Should something appear, what do you want to do?"

I pondered what exactly I would like to happen. If Jay did drug me, the right thing to do would be to report him to the police so he won't be able to prey on anyone again. I just hate the thought of having to go to the police, go to court and wait forever for a verdict or whatever they call it.

"I don't know right now." I murmured. "I don't know."

Jared answered, "We'll figure it out when we need to." Tyler shot him a dirty glance, like he was undermining him or something. Tyler's the one who had full faith in me going to the party. His reaction to my situation was completely expected. But I wonder if it's something more than mere worry about his child. Perhaps he feels guilty for agreeing to let me go. Guilt is one of the most powerful human emotions. Unable to turn it off, the sense of remorse can stop somebody in their tracks.

They both said good night and left me to my thoughts on the couch. I'm done thinking about this for tonight, though. The sooner Jared tests the blood the better, then everyone can put tonight in the past and leave it there.


The sizzle and aroma of fried pork awakened me the following morning. I stepped into the kitchen, feeling no adverse effects from the party. Tyler hovered over the stove silently. I know he's still upset about what happened. He turned when he heard me come in.

"I'm sorry I overreacted last night. I know it wasn't your fault." he said softly, tending to the strips of bacon. "I won't stop you from going to any other parties. You just have to be more careful."

"I will," I replied, letting the subject fade away. "Jared already at work?"

"He had to be in earlier than normal today."

I went to the cabinets for a glass. The tension in the air from last night had all but disappeared. This may sound vain, but I love when Tyler apologizes to me. Not to be an asshole. I simply feel better about myself knowing whatever I may have done wasn't as horrible as once accused.

The phone rang. Tyler answered it casually.

"Okay, that's great news. I'll be sure to tell him. Love you, too." he said. It must be Jared. And I must not have been drugged. Tyler set the phone on the counter and gave me a smirk. "You got lucky. You weren't drugged. Jared thinks your body couldn't handle the sudden onslaught of alcohol."

I released a heavy sigh of relief, and downed the juice I poured myself. "Thank God for that. I need to text Claire and Olivia."

"I'm not going to stop you from going to another party, but you must be more careful. I felt like a fool for letting you go last night."

"It's not your fault. I suppose it's partially my fault. I knew better than to accept a drink from a stranger, but he was Olivia's friend. She doesn't hang around those kinds of people."

Tyler smiled warmly. "We can move on from this episode now. Feel like doing anything today?"

"On a Sunday?" I thought for a moment. "Not really. My head is a bit sore."

"Claire said you really hit your head hard." He let out a small chuckle. "I can't believe you knocked yourself out."

"Yeah, I just can't stop laughing." I cynically responded, sarcasm dripping from each word. "I'm gonna go lay back down."

And so I did for another five hours. I woke around four and felt so much better. Sleep is the cure for most every common malady in the world. Have a cold? Take a nap. Have the flu? Take a nap. Have an earache? Take a nap. Crabby? Nap. Stressed? Nap. See how that works? I can't think of a time when taking a small nap didn't help me out—except for the break up. No amount of napping could've helped me through that. I journeyed into the kitchen for something to snack on. Tyler was once again cooking, just as I left him earlier.

I grabbed a string cheese from the fridge and hopped up onto the island.

"Babe," Jared started as he walked in from the living room, "I'm bored."

I chuckled. It's just like him to make something sound serious when really it has nothing to do with anything.

"Well, after I'm finished here I plan on cleaning the house. You can help with that." Tyler suggested offhandedly.

Jared wasted no time in covering his tracks. "On second thought I have so much to do. Maybe Travers would like to help you."

I shot him a dirty look. It's also just like him to pawn off housework on me. He much prefers to do yard work for some reason. I didn't mind doing either much to the shock and disbelief of my siblings who can barely be paid off to do any sort of cleaning. Some day they'll understand the significance of a clean house. It's about taking pride in the structure you live in, the place that provides safety from the elements of Mother Nature. Also, having a clean home continues to bring invited guests back without the fear of them feeling uncomfortable from cleanliness issues.

"So what are you cooking?" I asked Tyler.

"Huh? Oh, um, not sure. I grabbed some things from the fridge and experimented."

"Well hopefully it turns out good." I didn't know what else to say.

I slid off the counter and ventured upstairs to see what the two goons were up to. Being a Sunday afternoon they're surely playing video games. Keegan's door was slightly ajar so I walked right in, but quickly wished I hadn't. The two fully naked lads stood facing the bed, pumping away furiously at their respective dicks, completely unaware of my entry.

"Wow!" I said loud enough to freak them out. "Just wow." I laughed mockingly. "What, uh, what's goin' on here?"

"Travers! What the fuck! Get out!" Keegan shouted angrily.

"Ah, I am so proud of my little brothers sharing the common ritual of jacking off together. Hold on. Stay right there! I'm gonna go grab my camera!" I grinned devilishly. Screwing with their minds has to be the best damn thing ever.

Poor Torry, though, was lit up like a Christmas tree with embarrassment. He turned away to hide his boner still wrapped in his hand.

"Jesus, Travers, either go away or join. I wanna finish!" Keegan demanded, continuing his pleasurable activity even with me still standing in the doorway. Torry wasn't as confident. He began to pull his shorts back up, but I quickly intervened.

"No need to stop, Torry." I closed the door, locking it. "I'll join."

Both boys looked at me with shock.

"What?" Torry asked.

"I said I'll join. Unless you guys don't want to see what a real dick looks like?"

Keegan took on this lust-filled gaze that almost made me think twice about doing this. But, hey, I've never done this with them before and we're brothers so there's really no shame. Plus, I know my dick is the biggest out of the entire family so there is absolutely no shame in me.

"Bitch, please," Keegan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I have a real dick."

I took a spot in between them yanked down my shorts. Torry's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw my hard dick. His boner—which, if I had to take an estimate is probably about six inches—twitched with excitement. As I wrapped my hand around my shaft, Torry was still stuck in a trance.

"Come on, Torry. Keep going." I softly spoke, glancing at him.

Tentatively, he resumed his stroking. I began to feel completely exhilarated by the realization I was jacking off between my two brothers. The sexual energy in the air was extreme. Keegan would pump away furiously, then slow down to a snail's pace. Torry, on the other hand, kept up a rather fast pace. He's probably just so bloody horny he needs to cum. Once more, I glanced down at his dick. It just occurred to me that his is not circumcised. Uncut dicks turn me on big time, but I've never had the pleasure of encountering one, not even during my slutty rebellion. Then I turned to look at Keegan's dick. Jeez, the thing's got to already be seven inches at least. He's gonna make some girl very happy with that.

"I'm close," Torry moaned. Then I did something I never thought I would do to one of my brothers. I slightly kneeled before him and began to swirl his dime-sized nipple with my tongue. An abrupt squeal of delight sounded from his throat. Trevor used to do this to me a LOT. I love have my nipples played with and licked. Fuck, it drove me up the walls. He thought it was okay, but wasn't much of a fan. Torry grabbed his shirt off the bed and held it near his cock. A short grunt, then came two spurts and a couple of dribbles. His cum looked absolutely delicious collecting in a small puddle on the shirt. "That was awesome," he said, out of breath.

I didn't respond. That would've been kind of awkward. Torry grabbed his remaining clothes and walked out without another word spoken. Turning my attention back to my own dick, the immediate goal is to cum quickly. I pumped away furiously at the solid eight inch shaft. Keegan suddenly began licking my right nipple. Though it was him doing it, it felt fucking mind blowing. But then he had to go and ruin things. He very quickly moved my arm out of the way and took an inch or so of my shaft in his mouth.

"Keegan!" I chastised him. "No!"

He didn't stop. "Come on, Travers. I am so horny. And I know you are, too. Just let me do it this once."

Ugh, why me?! As much as I would love a blow job I do not want one from Keegan. That's pushing the boundary between crazy and insane. The last thing this house needs right now is either. Keegan is too immature to understand the repercussions that this could ignite. If Tyler and/or Jared find out I will be in a world of hurt. Then again, only Keegan and myself would know, so how would they find out? And I am close to orgasm so the act would be over with in no time. What harm could this possibly bring?

"I swear to God, Keegan, if you so much as casually joke about what we are about to do I will rip the eyes out of your head and puke in your dead skull." I tried to sound as menacing as I could, but the thought of an impending blow job was energizing me.

Keegan didn't respond to the not-so-idle threat. He opened his mouth and engulfed my cock. My God it felt awesome. His wet, warm mouth felt amazing as it moved up and down most of the shaft. I closed my eyes and imagined anyone else doing this for me. Trevor instantly popped in mind so I just ran with it. While he worked my dick, I rubbed one of my nipples. Being his supposed "first" time, he sure was doing rather well. Better than I could've imagined. As he slurped on the throbbing shaft he began massaging my balls and rubbing a hand around my ass. I was in seventh heaven. He really knew what he was doing.

And just as abrupt as it started, it was very near an end. No complaints here, though. I felt awkward that my little brother was the one providing me with such sensations. One thing I knew he wouldn't be doing is swallowing, so as my climax came I pulled out of his mouth and shot squirt after squirt on his thin body. He looked up at me with lust still in his eyes.

"Speak of this to no one." I mumbled, pulling my shorts back up and leaving his room.

A strange feeling loomed within. It wasn't guilt nor shame nor was it disgust. The feeling is very hard to describe. If I had to choose a feeling to compare it with I'd say adrenaline, anxiety even. Anxiety over what is unknown. I'm not worried about anyone finding out what Keegan did to me. Even if anyone did find out brothers experiment together all the time, though my experimenting days have been over for quite a few years now. Keegan is young and innocent, however. Better he experiment with me than some disease infested scum bag at school. Quite often I hear about what goes on during school hours these days. And it stuns me. Why are parents afraid of gay anything being taught in schools but not more worried about what their "well behaved" children are doing in the bathrooms? They cannot be that na´ve, can they? Actually they probably are considering they believe the propaganda that says gay marriage will be taught in schools. Dumb shits.

Downstairs, Jared and Tyler were sitting next to each other on the couch watching, ugh, a race that must've been recorded earlier. How Tyler puts up with that boring program constantly eludes me. I suppose watching it for the man you'd put your life up for makes it more tolerable, though. Travis used to watch the dumbest reality shows I've ever heard of. This one show, Teen Mom, what a joke. I loathed the existence of everyone that had anything to do with that show, yet I still watched it with him. Love makes people capable of all sorts of actions. During the stormier days of the year, the two of us would cuddle on the couch and watch TV. Out of everything we did together—visited the zoo, went to the beach, visited a couple of aquariums, taken a road trip up to San Francisco for pride—those moments on the couch were bar none my favorite. Those moments on the couch will be forever burned into my memory and will haunt me for years to come.

Ah, shake it off, Travers. Come on! You were doing so well!

Okay, I'm good. No more going to the ugly place. I have to keep my eyes on the horizon and everything will be fine.

I moseyed into my room and collapsed on the bed, covering up as to dispel the chill. Today has been more apparent than ever that I have a lot more time on my hands being single, and I do not like it. What the hell am I supposed to do with all the excess time? School only covers me during the week. The weekends are going to be hell. This is why I need a job. Not only will a job provide a steady income, but it will also prove invaluable as a time management resource. Instead of sitting around the house, bored, depressed, I could be serving up hot coffee or mixing up a smoothie. Anything would be better than lying here staring at the incredibly drab ceiling. Perhaps if I talk to Jared first. He's never directly expressed opposition to me having a job. He might just be willing to roll with me on this, and with him on my side it'll make Tyler more at ease. This should work. Now if only I could manage to get him alone.

I decided to jump in the shower. The spray of the hot water always seems to clear my mind enough to think about situations. Perhaps I might even think of a way to convince Tyler to allow me to have a job. Sadly, this shower just didn't do the trick. Trying to separate the two of them is frustratingly difficult, and coming up with a convincing enough reason to have a job other than money was a fail. But it was when I was brushing my teeth did an idea finally strike me. I watched the water slowly drain from the sink—too slowly. Jared is Mr. Fix-It around here. That's how I can separate them.

Jared was still sitting on the couch when I went to fetch him. I told him the sink in my bathroom was draining slowly and asked if he could take a look at it. He followed me into the bathroom, turned the water on, and said baking soda and vinegar would clear it up. I had no idea what he was talking about, so I quickly brought the topic of jobs up before he had the opportunity to leave.

"I want a job." I stated clearly.

Jared leaned against the countertop, crossing his arms against his chest. "Hasn't Tyler been telling you no for the past few months?" The question was nearly rhetorical.

I sighed. "That's why I'm telling you, though. Would you let me get a job?"

"If it were up to me," he said.

"Then can't you convince Tyler?"

Jared's face scrunched up in a pitiful show of desperation. "Do you know the consequence of going against him, Travers?" I shook my head no. "No sex for a week! I need sex, Travers. I need it more than I need oxygen."

I frowned, throwing my hands up. "No sex? For God's sake, Jared, take one for the team!"

"It's just a job. Do you really want one so badly that you're willing to risk my sex life?"

I stared incredulously at him, trying so hard not to burst out with laughter. Jared is being so pathetic right now. The poor guy must actually survive by having sex. Who really needs it that badly?

"For a week, Jared. Besides, if he agrees, then there probably won't be a sex shortage around here. Please, I'm begging you! I'm losing my mind just sitting around here all the time. If I had a job I would be able to keep myself sane and provide myself with an income."

He rubbed his temples in concentration. "Fine. Okay. I'll . . . talk to him, I guess."

"Thank you!" I pumped my arms in the air. "A job! Yes!"

"I'll fix your sink real fast."

About twenty minutes later, Tyler was calling everyone for dinner. He made a simple meal of chicken and rice. At the dining table there wasn't too much chit chat going on. Sundays are generally like this for us since all day long none of us do anything worth noting. Yet, like every night we eat, the two goons ate like piranhas. I helped Tyler do the dishes afterwards. I began to wonder when Jared planned on taking my side about the job issue. Maybe he's waiting on me to get the ball rolling, then he'll come in for the kill. Should I make Tyler a drink first? Everyone is friendlier when they're sipping on a little alcohol.

As I was placing the remaining dishes away in the cabinets, Tyler thanked me for helping and suggested we all watch a movie together.

"What movie?" I asked, weary of his taste in films.

"I don't know. We can order something, though, if nothing good is on."

The past couple of years his taste in movies has grown boring—at least to me. He prefers political movies and "based on true events" movies. Some of them aren't so bad. Some are even pretty damn exciting. But tonight isn't a political night. I'd like to watch a good sci-fi flick like Aliens versus Predators or Independence Day. Those are ancient movies in today's time, but they're classics, and I love when they're on TV.

"Depends what's on," I said. I went into the living room and quickly checked before he had the chance to. Unsurprisingly, a decent sci-fi flick was just starting so I called out that a movie would be fine. "All right. Tremors is on."

Tyler groaned noticeably. "Really, Travers? You're gonna make me sit and watch that movie again?"

"Yes," I said without any hesitation. "And what do you mean again? This hasn't been on in months!"

He was about to play dirty. "If we watch anything else I'll whip up some yogurt mousse."

Ugh, just as after the break up with the gazpacho bribe. Well, not so much a bribe as a carefully devised battle plan to ensure my survival by eating some kind of food. Tyler can be the dirtiest player in the game. Perhaps that's where Keegan picked up the tactic.

I thought carefully about this. The movie is a classic, especially in today's day and age. Not to mention Kevin Bacon is one hot stud, and that Michael Gross is hilarious. Tyler's yogurt mousse on the other hand is basically an orgasm in my mouth. It's a simple recipe—yogurt and whipped cream mixed together to create an incredibly light treat. And I'm really the only person he eats actual yogurt in this house and, of course, they're all light yogurts, so the mousse won't be that unhealthy. Both the movie and the mousse are not finite so whichever I choose I can always choose again. We own the movie and yogurt can always be bought at the store. Which would provide more benefit to me in this moment, though? I'm not too hungry given dinner was a matter of minutes ago. Then again the movie takes a little while to get going. Damn Tyler for making me wrack my brain like this!

"Fine! The mousse!" I gave in. I had to. The mousse would bring immediate satisfaction.

Besides, I can play just as dirty as Tyler. He said he'd make the mousse if we watch anything other than Tremors. He never said anything about Independence Day being off limits.

Come to find out, Tyler actually likes this movie because of Jeff Goldblum.

"Babe, are you serious? Him?" Jared asked in astonishment.

Tyler spooned more mousse into his mouth. "I think he's sexy. Cut me a break."

"But why him? He's nothing like me at all." Jared argued. He was truly miffed, though I must've missed the reason why. "No muscle definition. No chiseled facial features. Probably not exactly packin' the goods down there like me, either."

Tyler eyed him suspiciously. "How would you know if he's not packing or not?" I laughed. "His voice and his face. I don't know. Will Smith isn't so bad, either."

"Okay, Will Smith sure. But Goldblum? I just don't get it."

"You don't have to get it,"

Personally, Jeff Goldblum isn't too bad looking, and I love his movies. He's a great actor so Tyler's attraction to him can be justified. Jared's just living in a fool's paradise if he thinks his husband only has eyes for him. That's not to say infidelity is on its way in, but, come on, we all look whether we're head over heels in love or not. Looking can be just as harmless as a casual hello. Besides, Goldblum is a famous actor. The chance of being with someone like him is slim to none.

The night ended with a stomach full of yogurt mousse; I ate three bowls of the lighter-than-air delicacy before turning in for bed. I brushed my teeth and scrubbed my face with the same face wash I've been using for years. Then I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. But then the most uncomfortable feeling came to my throat. The feeling of being parched. Doesn't it just figure? You're just about to fall asleep and then bam! you have to pee or you need a drink.

Jared and Tyler were sharing a kiss when I walked back into the kitchen. Once spotted, Tyler jerked away from his lover faster than a strike of lightning. This is, like, the fourth time they've done that. What gives?

"Um, why do you always do that?" I asked them. Jared looked annoyed. At me?

"Do what, Travers?" Tyler asked, tending to the few dishes in the sink.

"I've noticed that whenever you two are hugging or something and I'm near, you separate." I explained, puzzled.

"I just—" Tyler started, but Jared interrupted.

"Because he thinks that by displaying affection in front of you it'll delay the healing process from your break up."

In my mind I could only laugh. And then cringe outwardly.

"That was considerate, but there's no need for that anymore, and wasn't ever a need. I'm over the break up. I'm happy again. I'm eating."

They both smiled at me and said nothing further. I downed a small glass of water and went back to bed. While staring up at the ceiling I noted just how incredibly lucky I am to have two amazing parents—both dads—that love me to the point of denying themselves affection to ensure my happiness and sanity.


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