Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 19:48:35 -0800 (PST) From: Equinus Scorpius Subject: Silent Violin Chapter 16 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Although the names of places used DO exist, they are in no way reflected factually in this story. Don't read this story if: * You're not 18 or over, * If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, * Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. Note: This story will be slow moving, and plot oriented. It is not a porno, though sex will happen. It's a fact of life. Words in between <> are sign language, as text formatting does not support italics. E-mail responses to the story, questions, suggestions, criticism, and comments to: EquinusScorpius@yahoo.com Thanks to all my readers for the feedback so far! As always, sorry for the long delay! THE SILENT VIOLIN CHAPTER 16 Marjorie, recovered from her migraine, had woken up early to fix the boys breakfast. French toast, sausage links, vegetarian sausage patties, hash browns, and orange juice was Saturday morning breakfast. She was sliding a warming plate heaped with French toast when Aiden and Bastian came into the kitchen. "Morning boys," she said, not turning from the oven. "Good morning, Ms. Blackmoore." Aiden sounded like kids in a grade school classroom greeting their teacher. Marjorie turned to give him an arch look and he grinned. Beside and slightly behind him, Bastian's hands flickered in greeting. "Food looks delicious, mom," Aiden echoed. "Thank you boys. I am feeling better; my headache is gone now thankfully." She placed the French toast in the center of the table and took her seat motioning for the boys to do so as well. "Dig in. I'm going to be going to the mall today so you'll have to fend for yourselves for lunch." Marjorie speared two slices of French toast onto her plate and spread them with butter and syrup. A sausage link, vegetarian sausage patty, and a small helping of hash browns joined the toast on the plate. Aiden served Bastian and then himself with towering stacks of the cinnamon- soaked bread while Bastian took the sausage patties and gave Aiden the remaining sausage link after getting a wordless nod from Marjorie. She motioned for them to split the remaining hash browns as well. Both boys began wolfing down the food, complementing Marjorie on her cooking and thanking her again for the breakfast. Without being asked, Bastian got up to refill her mug of tea and poured more orange juice into all three glasses. Throughout the meal, both boys noticed that Marjorie looked strained and worn. Lines of stress wrinkled her forehead and around her eyes and mouth. She had been unusually short this morning as well and although Bastian could tell it wasn't from something he had done, he didn't think it was the residual effects of last night's migraine. Marjorie seemed to be trying to soften her shortness by being nicer in other ways. It was also clear she did not want to talk about it. He hoped she was okay. Aiden was concerned as well, thought he thought Ms. Blackmoore was mad at them for some reason, not accustomed to the subtle hints Bastian read. A moment of panic struck him at the thought that she had seen or heard them last night or this morning. Bastian saw the emotions on his face and shot him a concerned look. Aiden shook his head slightly, dismissing the subject until later. Marjorie gave no sign that she had seen the looks that passed between them. They ate in silence until Marjorie finished her plate and pushed her chair back from the table as she stood up. She reached for her plate and mug when Aiden interrupted her. "Don't worry, we'll clean up. You go ahead and get ready to go out." Marjorie looked at him in surprise and smiled gratefully. "Thank you boys. I'm going to jump into the shower and then get going to the mall. I should be home around four or five o'clock." She picked up her plate and mug and slipped them into the dishwater before heading to the other side of the house. In a few minutes they could hear the water in the shower running. The radio in the bathroom clicked on a few moments later. "Bastian, do you think something is wrong with your mom? She hasn't been acting normal lately." Bastian nodded - a slightly worried look on his face. "You don't think she saw or heard us, do you?" Bastian shrugged and then shook his head no. "I wonder what it is." If she wants us to know, she'll tell us, Bastian thought. He stood up and began to clean up the kitchen. Aiden popped the last sausage link into his mouth and followed him with stacked plates. Marjorie stood outside the bathroom door for a few moments more. The shower was running and oldies were playing on the radio inside. She thought for a moment about telling the boys what was going on but decided against it. Bitterly she thought, not normal? What right does HE have to say I'm not acting normal? The anger in her thoughts frightened her and shocked her back to her senses. They're just worried about me. If all goes well, none of us will have cause to worry. Marjorie turned and stepped into the shower. She took a quick but thorough shower, styled and dried her hair, applied her make-up and slipped into her chosen clothes before leaving the bathroom. Formfitting jeans, thick socks and work boots on her feet, and an oversized cowl-neck cashmere sweater over a short-sleeved tee (in case it got to hot) completed her outfit. She slipped a cross on a chain over her head and put diamond chips in her ear lobes. She checked herself in the mirror and decided to leave her hair loose; that and the make-up served to soften her features and made her appear younger. She didn't feel quite so old now but still had a certain trepidation about what she had to do. She didn't even want to meet with Erick but if she didn't he might cause problems later on. She left her bedroom, grabbed her purse off the little side table by the door and walked past the kitchen for a quick goodbye. Aiden was elbows deep in dishwater and Bastian stood nearby drying and putting up the clean dishes. "Goodbye boys," she called and both boys looked over their shoulder at her. Bastian's mouth dropped open and Aiden dropped the mug he was washing back into the dishwater. "Do I look okay? Something in my teeth?" she teased. Bastian set down the plate he was drying to 'talk'. after a moment he added "Nice outfit, Ms. B." Aiden replied. "Gonna charm your way into a better sale price?" He grinned cheekily. She noticed he had a few soapsuds on the tip of his nose. "Well I can't go out looking like a slob. You two behave. I'll be back later. Bye boys." She left them to their chores and headed to the mall. She walked the mall for some time having arrived early. She was to tense to window-shop. Suddenly she realized what he was doing to her without ever being there. She sat down on an empty bench and forced herself to relax. For a few minutes she sat there and people-watched purposefully not thinking about Erick. His smooth deep voice intruded on her relaxation. "Marj, glad you could make it," he said insincerely from behind her. Marjorie hadn't seen Erick Walston in over fourteen years. He was still stunningly attractive with thick black hair and piercing hazel eyes. He was of middling height, a few inches shy of six feet, and still had a slender athletic build at 36. He had affected a small, neatly trimmed goatee around his full pink lips. He had a small onyx stud in his right ear lobe. A pale gray turtleneck was stretched across his muscular chest and tucked into his tight black jeans to show off the 'V' of his waist. Looking at him, Marjorie was struck by how closely he resembled his son, that was until he opened his mouth. "Struck mute by my stunning good looks I see," he said, waxing egotistical. His good looks were marred by the arrogant sneer that twisted his lips. Marjorie glared at him. "You never did grow up. Still inappropriate and callous. Still vain. Why did you want to meet, Erick?" She snapped. Inside she cursed herself for rising to his bait. "I heard you were back in town. I want to see him, Marjorie." "You left, Erick. And when you left you gave up every right you had to be in his life. He doesn't need your influence in his life right now. We're still getting settled in. You'd only disrupt things." Erick's chin jutted forward stubbornly. "Sebastian is still my blood, my son. I should be able to see him." "Bastian may be your blood, but he is not your son. You had no part in raising him. What's with this newfound drive to be in my son's life?" She narrowed her eyes to study him. "When I found out you had moved back to Kingston, I thought I could maybe fix things -" he began. "Not interested, Erick. We didn't miss you," Marjorie interrupted. He affected a hurt expression but his eyebrows drew down, betraying his anger. "You wound me, Marj. I only want to provide the boy a father figure and role-model." Marjorie snorted. "And you suggest yourself?" she asked incredulously. "Erick Walston, abandoned his family. What a great role model. Do you even have a job? You certainly dress like you have money. Pity you never saw to provide child support." At least he had the grace to look embarrassed. "I know I didn't make the right choices, but give me a chance. I was young, stupid, selfish. I'm not doing badly for myself now. I'm working for IBM as a lead programmer. I have my own place, I'm responsible, I give back to the community. I'm not the boy I used to be." He sounded so sincere that Marjorie almost believed him but it was too rehearsed. "Give you another chance to hurt me? Give you a chance to hurt my son?" Erick's hazel eyes narrowed. "I don't think so, Erick." ""You think you can stop me?" he hissed menacingly. "The law will be on my side. Do you have enough money for a lawyer, Marjorie?" At her dismayed expression he smiled cruelly. "I didn't think so. Pay to stop me, Marj, or let me in." "She dropped her eyes. "It looks like I don't have a choice. But Bastian does. If he doesn't want to see you it ends." She looked up at him then, locking his gaze to hers. Taken aback, Erick to a step backwards. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but you forced my hand. I didn't want to take it there and I will acknowledge Sebastian's wishes." "I hope so, Erick. Let it be on your head if you do not." Bastian snapped the towel playfully against the back of Aiden's jeans to urge him on. Aiden squinted at him and scowled. Bastian motioned for him to hurry and finish washing the dishes. He tugged seductively at his corduroys and ran the tip of his moist pink tongue along his bottom lip. "If you don't want me to finish these dishes, by all means continue." He grinned at Bastian and leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. Bastian pulled back after the kiss and shoved Aiden's hands back into the soapy water, giving him another look. "Okay, okay. But it's my turn to do you after I do these." He pulled a mug from the soapy water, scrubbed it with a sponge, rinsed it off, and slapped it into Bastian's hands. Together they rushed through the remaining dishes and put the perishables back in the refrigerator. Bastian glanced up at the clock and saw Marjorie had only been gone for half an hour. Aiden smiled wickedly and pulled Bastian out of the kitchen. "Come on, Bastian. We have the whole day to ourselves, let's not waste a minute of it. I want to see all of you. I haven't been able to yet." Bastian stood on tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Aiden's lips then hugged him tight and rested his head on Aiden's chest. "I love you too, Bastian." Aiden hugged him back and they embraced there in the living room for a few moments. Finally Aiden broke the embrace with a deep soul kiss. "Come on, my love, I need you." With a shy, pleased smile and a blush on his downy cheeks, Bastian allowed Aiden to lead him back to his bedroom. Aiden pulled his own shirt off then stooped to remove Bastian's. As every inch of pale unblemished skin was revealed Aiden placed a soft sucking kiss from pelvis to throat and from each wrist to collarbone. He led Bastian towards the bed and gently laid him down. Bastian watched Aiden's movements with sparkling gray eyes. Aiden unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them to kneel on the bed when they fell to the floor. Clad only in boxers, socks, and a small silver pendant, he knelt at Bastian's side and undid the button of his cords. Bastian reached one hand up to cup the pendant between his fingers. He hadn't noticed it before. It was a small silver symbol. Upon closer examination it looked like the meeting of three circles - a three-leafed pointed flower. Aiden stopped unzipping Bastian's pants when he noticed the diverted attention. "It's the Wiccan symbol of protection," he explained softly. He hadn't missed the crucifix around Marjorie's neck that morning and was slightly afraid Bastian might be closed-minded about religion. Bastian nodded in understanding as he studied the chain a few moments more then let it drop and dangle from Aiden's neck again. He wanted to know more about it and to reassure Aiden that it was okay but he didn't have the voice to tell him. Instead he pulled Aiden into a kiss and smiled at him, mouthing 'I love you' and kissed him passionately again. "I'm glad you understand, Bastian," he said when Bastian finally broke the kiss. Once more Aiden turned his attention back to the task of removing Bastian's pants. His fingers scrabbled at the tab of the zipper and he could feel Bastian responding to his touch. At last he dragged down the zipper, the sound quite loud in the quiet house. Bastian raised his hips and Aiden consented in pulling down the corduroys, revealing gray boxer-briefs pleasantly swollen with Bastian's need. Aiden slid one hand down the flat plain of Bastian's belly, feeling the downy beginnings of a treasure trail disappear beneath the elastic of his underwear. Bastian's erection tented his briefs and pulled the elastic away from his waist allowing Aiden's fingers to slip beneath into the obsidian hairs that curled around his boyhood. Bastian shivered at the semi-ticklish erotic touch. He closed his eyes and sunk his head back into the pillow as Aiden curled the tips of his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down. It was not the first time Aiden had seen Bastian naked and he hoped it wouldn't be the last as he gazed upon perfection in his eyes. Bastian's cock jutted thick and hard from the fan of dark curls that sprouted around the base. Silky-smooth, milky-white skin blushed with lust and capped with a pink mushroom cap filled his vision. A single pearl slipped from the slit in the cap and trailed down the underside to soak into the velvety skin of his sack. Two eggs hung heavy in the hairless bag. His thighs were hairless as well but for a light dusting of sparse black hairs. Bastian arched his back again as Aiden ran his hands down his side to grasp his hips. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of Bastian's dick, tongue darting out to lap up another drop of nectar. He tasted sweet, much sweeter that his own and Aiden's lips locked over the ridge to suckle at the cap in search of more. Bastian writhed below him emitting strange little wordless squeals and squeaks through the ruin of his voicebox. Aiden slid one hand over to cup and fondle the orbs as they alternately raised and lowered in their sack. His middle finger ran down the sensitive ridge of flesh between scrotum and anus and slipped into the dark, moist crevasse to brush gently against the wrinkled hole hidden there. His other hand pumped slowly up and down on the thickness at his mouth. It was a different feeling to masturbate Bastian. The tight skin didn't move back and forth like his own but his hand slid slickly over the tightness lubricated with spit and pre-cum. Aiden could see the muscles in Bastian's belly spasming as he continued. He loved the feel of Bastian's cock in his mouth almost as much as he loved kissing and holding him in his arms. He kept his hand pumping, alternately twisting on the up and down strokes as he licked and sucked at the spongy head in his mouth. He tried to go down farther on him; his mouth and throat stretched painfully wide but he almost gagged and pulled back. He could feel Bastian's fingers twining in his hair, urging him on, thanking him for the pleasure. They tightened suddenly, almost painfully. Aiden glanced up and saw Bastian's mouth and eyes wide open. His abdomen rippled with the force of his muscle contractions and the thickness in his mouth grew impossibly thicker. He felt the pulse on his tongue before the splash on the back of his throat. Scalding ooze squirted on his tongue and throat followed by another and another. Bastian's climax seemed endless and his entire body seemed possessed with the pleasure he was so rigid. Aiden swallowed the thick fluid, not only to escape from drowning (it was that copious) but because he wanted to have Bastian's essence inside of him. He swabbed his tongue over Bastian's head, eliciting more jolts and jerks. Inside Aiden smiled. He's just as sensitive as me after a good cum, he thought. He let Bastian out of his mouth and placed a small kiss on each testicle and one of the head of his dick before moving up to hold Bastian in his arms. For a short while Bastian just lay there breathing heavily, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Then he turned to face Aiden and smiled widely. He pulled Aiden into a deep kiss, tongue probing his mouth to taste himself there. Aiden broke the kiss and pulled Bastian into a tight embrace. "That was so great, Bastian. I love doing that to you, making you feel good." He placed one hand - middle and ring fingers folded down, pinkie, index, and thumb held out - and placed it over Bastian's heart. "I love you, Sebastian." Bastian's eyes teared up as he recognized the hand-sign for 'I love you' and instantly reciprocated the gesture. He kissed Aiden fiercely and rolled out of the hug to scamper naked across the room. He dug through his backpack to retrieve a pad and pencil. Finding them he hurried back to the bed to sit next to Aiden once more. He began to write hurriedly, the tip of his pink tongue clenched between his teeth a testament to his single-mindedness. Aiden interrupted his writing before he got very far. "I asked Harmony to help me learn sign language. She knew we were an item, so she understood why, and she knows it well enough to teach me. I wanted to surprise you. I'm not very good yet though. I think I've got the alphabet down and a few words and phrases but I'm still very slow. I can only catch the tiniest bit of what you say to your mom or someone else 'cause you're so fast and I'm still learning." Bastian looked up at him, eyes shining with tears of joy and began to finger spell slowly. He watched as Aiden mouthed the letter as he signed them and then smiled broadly as the recognition flashed across his face. "I love you too, Bastian Blackmoore." He giggled. It sounded strange coming from such a deep-voiced body. "I was going to sign it for you, but we only have a few hours left before your mom gets home," he said motioning to the alarm clock on Bastian's night stand. It was already almost noon! Bastian's eyes widened and he grinned mischievously, glancing at Aiden out of the corner of one eye. "On no, not right now. I stink, and so do you, love. I think we both need a shower." Bastian took a whiff of his own armpit and waved his hand in front of his nose to ward off the offending odor, grinning widely all the while. Aiden tugged Bastian off the bed and together they strode naked to the bathroom. Marjorie fumed for a while after Erick left, glad to be rid of him but angry and scared at the harm he could cause. I don't have enough money for a lawyer and I don't think I have enough of a case for a restraining order. Besides, he is Bastian's father even if they've never really met. Maybe Bastian could use a male influence in his life, a father figure. But Erick? Damn it, Erick. Why do you have to be such a bastard!? She vented her emotions by slamming a fist down on then bench, drawing concerned and alarmed looks from passerbys. She briefly considered calling her parents but shook her head. Dammit, Marjorie, you can't go running to your parents whenever you have a problem. You're an adult, you have a son who's almost full-grown. Figure it out for yourself! Marjorie got up and began to walk around the mall once more. She didn't see the items in the windows. Her thoughts were turned inward. _______________ To Be Continued.