Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 19:51:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Smpthy4TheDevil <smpthy4thedevil@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Are The Odds? pt. 3

Yay! Chapter three. Aren't I special.

Okay. While some of the story is based on my experiences and experiences of
people I know, it is, for the most part, fictional.

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is: Smpthy4TheDevil@yahoo.com

If you're not 18 or older, then technically, you shouldn't read this
story. I really don't care one way or the other, but if you get in trouble
it isn't my fault, because I told you to shoo.

And so....

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the disclaimer. That's right, the
disclaimer. Since this is an adult-oriented story, the American apple pie
institution known as parental discretion will not be able to cleanse any
sense of innuendo or sarcasm from the words that might actually make you
think.

So protect your family. This story contains explicit depictions of things
which are real. These real things are commonly known as life. So, if it
sounds sarcastic, don't take it seriously. If it sounds dangerous, do not
try this at home -- or at all. And if it offends you, just don't read it.

Damn hippie.


**Author's note**
To all you lovely boys and girls who emailed me, thanks a bunch. You're too cool. :-D I lurve you all.
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What Are The Odds?

Chapter 3

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"I'm... not really tired," I said nervously.

He shrugged. "Me neither. We can just sit and talk if you want."

I nodded. "Yeah, okay."

We sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, but I wasn't paying
attention to what was on.

I was so nervous. I kept feeling like I was about to do something stupid
any minute. This was probably the most nervous I'd ever been. I usually
don't even have a sense of embarrassment. I'm a dork and I know it. But
ever since I'd met Adam, every moment I spent with him was
nerve-wracking. It wasn't in a bad way, really, because mixed in with my
nervousness was an incredible excitement and happiness.

We sat side by side on the couch, not touching at all. I wanted to reach
out for him, hold his hand, hug him -- just do something. But I was too
nervous. What if he didn't want me to touch him? What if he wasn't the
touchy type of person? Would he be annoyed with me if I took his hand?

All I could do was stare and bite my lip and worry, wringing my hands.

Adam looked at me. My first instinct was to quickly look away and pretend I
hadn't been looking at all, but I didn't. We had shared quite a kiss, I
didn't think it would hurt to look at him. I still couldn't help blushing,
though. I blushed more around Adam than I had in most of my entire life.

He grinned and slid an arm around my shoulders, scooting his body close to
mine so we were pressed side to side. I couldn't help smiling, and I
flushed, this time with happiness as I laid my head on his shoulder and
sighed contentedly.

I looked toward the TV. I had no idea how it came to be that my TV was on a
channel where they showed the Brady Bunch.

"I hate this show," I grumbled.

"How come?"

"The family's too perfect. No one's like that. The parents are too nice,
the kids are too well-behaved. Every family has some weird little fuck up
they don't want anyone else to know about." My eyebrows furrowed. That made
me think of my own dysfunctional family. I hated thinking of them.

"No one's perfect," Adam said, "but not all families are messed up. Mine's
okay. Not perfect, but I can live with them." He paused. "You've never told
me about your parents," he said.

I tensed a little. "Yeah," I said. "I know. We're... we're pretty fucked
up," I said, sounding a little detached.

"So tell me about them," he prompted.

I sighed, picking at the frayed couch covering. "Do you want, like... the
long version, or... just the gist of things?"

"Whatever you want to tell me is fine," he said. I got the idea he didn't
want to push the subject. But if we were going to be... together, I guess,
I figured I should tell him at least part of why I was messed up.

"Alright," I said. "Well... me and Violet used to live with my dad, but he
went to prison when we were fourteen."

"What for?"

"I don't really know," I lied. I didn't want to go into things like that,
especially while I was still drunk. I tend to be too emotional when I get
drunk.

"What about your mom?"

"Hmm. We lived with her for about a year, but... it wasn't very nice. She
had a lot of asshole boyfriends that kept leaving as soon as they caught a
glimpse of us, and I guess our mom blamed us for it. She was really mad all
the time, about shit that didn't even matter. She made us move out, because
she said we were too difficult to live with."

"Were you?"

That kind of startled me. No one had ever asked us if we really were
difficult to live with, they either automatically took our side, or
automatically assumed we were horrible kids and that our mother did the
right thing.

"I don't think we were," I said very quietly. "I mean, we weren't... the
greatest kids. I..." I took a deep breath. "Both of us were on a lot of
drugs. Mom said that's why she kicked us out. Irony was, she was doing
crystal every day." I sighed, shaking my head. I really didn't like
thinking of the time I spent with my mom.

I continued. "We never got in much trouble. We went to school, we got
decent grades, we didn't fuck up her house or her car or anything... we
didn't cause any trouble around the house... I don't know, I think she just
wasn't ready for kids. She had us when she was fifteen, and she did heroin
while she was pregnant. Me and Vi were born addicted. We almost died. She
never really took good care of us. We were just kind of a pain in her ass."
Emotion was starting to creep into my voice and my eyes grew misty.

Adam squeezed me a little and rested his head on top of me. "I'm sorry."

I held back the tears. Now that I started talking, I couldn't stop. "We
went to live with a bunch of different people. Aunts, uncles, cousins, our
grandparents, our godparents, family friends... no one wanted us. They
didn't like that Vi's bi and I'm gay. As soon as most of them found out
they made us leave, and the ones that didn't sent us away because of
drugs. Drugs were my only way of dealing with shit, I couldn't stop."

I couldn't help it, tears started drifting down my face. I sniffled. "About
six months ago I OD'd on heroin. I detoxed in the hospital while I was in a
coma for two weeks. I spent another two weeks in mandatory rehab with Vi,
then we.... kind of escaped. We lived in abandoned buildings and under
bridges and stuff for four or five months, then we got caught. We lived in
a shelter for a few weeks, then we got sent here."

Adam didn't say anything for a while, and I was sort of scared of what he
was going to say.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that," he said quietly. "But I'm glad
you're here now."

I managed a smile through my fading tears. "So am I." We sat in silence for
a bit. "So what about your family?" I asked. He'd spoken about his family
before, but never really in depth.

"My family's alright, I guess. My parents are pretty mellow, but my
brother's always angry about something. I've lived here all my life, in the
same city, in the same house. My parents are pretty happy together."

"You've got the Brady Bunch life," I said.

"No, not quite. We've got problems, but not big ones. Like my brother
getting in trouble because my mom found his porno," Adam chuckled. "My
mom's a little too emotional and overprotective, and my dad's kind of a
hermit. But I think we're pretty normal."

"I guess my idea of normal's different from yours."

I felt Adam press his lips to my forehead. "Normal doesn't matter, as long
as you're happy."

"Yeah." I sighed. I wondered what it would be like to have such a 'normal'
family. I probably would have turned out a hell of a lot different. "What
about your childhood and stuff?" I asked, changing the subject. "What was
that like?"

"Well... like I said, I lived here my whole life. I had sort of a normal
childhood too, I guess. I played in little league and walked to school
every day. I got B's most of the time. I only got suspended from school
once, for cheating on a test. I had a few friends, but none of them were
really close. I was kind of a loner. I've hung out with you more in the
last week than I have with anyone else in the last few months."

"Wow," I said. "I've done something with someone almost every day of my
life. At least with my sister, if no one else."

"Yeah, my life's been sort of boring. My mom's kind of overprotective, and
she never wanted me to go do all that kid stuff. She never let me go to
anyone's house unless she met their parents and approved of them, until
about last year. She barely even let me come here tonight, but I told her
we were doing a school project, and we'd need most of the night to finish
it. I never really fought her too much on it."

"I would have," I objected. "I never would have listened to my parents if
they told me I couldn't do something I wanted to do. But then again, they
never really told me I couldn't do stuff. They just yelled at me for being
stupid afterward."

"That's harsh. They never set any limits or anything?"

"No, not really. I always sort of took care of myself. I got myself to
school, I bought my own food, I got my own clothes... well, I had to steal
the money from Dad for it, but..." I drifted off after mentioning my dad. I
really didn't want to think about him. I shook my head and continued. "When
I got sick I'd take the bus to the free clinic."

Adam shook his head slowly. He turned toward me and looked into my
eyes. "How old were you?"

"I don't know when it started. It was little by little. Like one week, my
dad would forget to buy groceries, so I'd take his checkbook to the store
and get them. Then he'd forget again, and again, and eventually I'd just do
it every week. And the clinic, well... we didn't have health insurance, and
my dad got mad when I got sick, so I wouldn't tell him, I'd just go to the
clinic after school. By the time I was thirteen or so I was doing it all."

Adam looked shocked. "That's way too much responsibility for a kid,
Reeve. Your parents should have done something. It wasn't your
responsibility to pay bills or buy groceries or get yourself to the
doctor. That's really messed up!"

That was first time I'd really seen Adam angry.

"I know. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just tell my parents to
take care of me and Vi -- come on, what good would that do? They were off
in their own little world."

"God, I'm so sorry. I wish I could change your parents, Reeve. I wish no
kid ever had to go through that. No one deserves parents like that," he
said. He pulled me into a hug.

"But they're gone now," I said. "They don't bother me, I don't bother
them. Besides, if my childhood wasn't the way it was, I wouldn't be the
person I am. I can't change what happened. But it does make your family
seem like the Brady Bunch, doesn't it."

Adam managed a slight laugh as he pulled back from the hug and looked at me
again. "Yeah, I guess it does. I've never been grocery shopping, you know
that? Not even with my mom when she went. She always does everything. I try
to do stuff sometimes, like my laundry, but she won't let me. She says I
don't do it right. Sometimes I get the feeling that when I turn eighteen,
when I move out, I won't know what's going on. I won't know how to survive
on my own, I won't know what to do or how to do it. My mom always does
everything for me that I should probably already know how to do. She makes
my appointments, cooks my food -- she'll barely even let me make myself a
sandwich. She says I'll leave a mess or put something where it doesn't
belong or lose something."

I grinned. "I dunno, I might like that."

"To an extent, I wouldn't mind so much. But she really overdoes it."

"Yeah. But at least you know she cares."

Adam grinned as well. "Yeah, she does. My mom's too overprotective, but I
love her."

"I haven't seen my mom in years. I haven't even talked to her in like a
year and a half. I don't even know if she's still alive." I sounded
spacey. That really made me think. What if she was dead? Wow. What a trip.

"I'm sorry, Reeve. But look on the bright side, you know? I can tell your
aunt cares about you. She's kind of wacky, but she cares about you."

A couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, she's a good woman. Really loopy, but good
all the same."

"And your sister, too. I know Violet cares about you a lot. She's a little
crazy, maybe... but she's always been a good sister to you, right?"

"Yeah," I said fondly. "She's fuckin' insane."

Adam's mouth turned up slightly at the corners. He reached one big hand
toward my face and brushed a piece of bright red hair out of my face. "And
I care about you, too." He tilted his head downward and pressed his lips
against mine.

I could feel my face heating again, this time in a nice, comfortable way,
as I moved my mouth against his. I felt him lick my lower lip, and I opened
my mouth to him, letting him slide his tongue inside. I moaned softly as we
kissed. It felt incredible, the feelings running through me. I'd been
kissed before, but never like this, never so passionately. Kissing had
never sent such wonderful shivers of pleasure running through me. Kissing
alone had never given me an incredible hard-on, no matter how good the
kisser had been. All Adam had to do was look at me and it turned me on.

My hands weaved their way through Adam's hair to the back of his neck,
having a vague idea of trying to pull him closer to me, to make our kiss
even deeper.

Eventually the position we held on the couch was making my leg go numb, and
as much as I didn't want to stop, I had to force myself to separate from
him.

"Can we get off the couch?" I breathed. "My leg's asleep..."

Adam grinned his adorable grin. He stood and pulled me to my feet,
immediately latching his mouth back onto mine. I slid my arms around his
shoulders; he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I could feel a hot, hard bulge pressing against my own crotch, and I
groaned loudly into Adam's mouth as I realized he was as hard, if not
harder, as I was.

His bare hands drifted slightly under my T-shirt, and he stroked the
burning-hot skin of my lower back with his thumbs. I shivered with pleasure
as Adam moaned, probing my mouth with his slick, hot tongue.

I unconsciously shifted my hips a little, sliding my clothed cock over his,
and he made a loud, pleasure-filled sound as a rush of desire hit me
full-force. Adam bucked his hips back against mine, and a gasp exploded
from me along with the sparks I saw behind my closed eyelids.

Adam hands slid up and down my back, then down to my jean-covered ass, when
he let them stay, squeezing and kneading my flesh, pulling my hips against
his in slow thrusts.

My heart pounded furiously, my breathing erratic as I felt Adam's hot, hard
member pushing against mine through the material of our clothes.

Adam's mouth pulled away from mine, and I whimpered in protest, until soft
kisses trailed down my jaw and to my neck. He licked and sucked the skin of
my neck, lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin, which sent
even more electric shivers and shudders through my body and to my hard-on,
which was straining desperately against the front of my pants.

I wanted Adam so badly. I felt we couldn't be close enough, couldn't be
pressed hard enough against each other, we couldn't kiss deeply enough. I
buried my face in the warm, soft area where his shoulder met his neck,
panting and crying out softly as the two of us thrust our hips together,
the friction driving me crazy.

I could feel the tightness, the warm tingling in my stomach and in my
crotch, getting stronger every time Adam shoved his hips against mine,
grinding our swollen cocks together. His kisses on my neck were getting
harder, his thrusts against me growing more and more urgent.

My breath grew even quicker; I knew I was almost there. I barely managed to
hold back my orgasm -- I wanted this incredible feeling to last forever. I
couldn't hold on forever, though, and as Adam thrust his hips into mine
once again, I exploded. I felt a hot wetness spread up inside my
underwear. I cried out loudly, desperately pushing my cock against
Adam's. A wave of ecstasy more intense than anything I'd ever felt hit me
like a lightening bolt, shocking me over and over again, my body shaking
with almost more pleasure than I could bare. Adam groaned loudly as he
ground himself against me, his entire body shuddering with mine.

My knees buckled and I nearly collapsed with the extreme feelings rushing
through my body, but Adam managed to hold me up, even through his own
orgasm.

I managed to stay on my feet, Adam holding me tightly, as I tried to slow
my breathing. We stayed there for a few moments -- I was trying to get my
legs to function properly.

We separated gently. I felt slightly nervous, though I didn't know
why. After what we'd just done, I shouldn't felt nervous of looking at
him. I guess I was scared of what I'd see on his face. Would he be as happy
about it as I was? Would he just chalk it up to 'just another encounter'?

I relaxed when I saw his face, flushed slightly and smiling tiredly. He
tilted his head to kiss me, a slow, gentle kiss.

"How you doin'?" he asked a bit humorously.

"Doin' great."

"Do you mind if go use your bathroom and get cleaned up?"

I flushed, realizing what he meant, but smiled a bit shyly. "Yeah, go
ahead."

Adam gave me another brief kiss and bounded up the stairs.

I felt spent. But it was nice. A wonderful, warming, pleasantly tired
feeling. Then I remembered that I had to clean up a bit, too.

I quickly took off my pants and boxers, wiping the sticky white fluid off
my body with the wet underwear and throwing it carelessly into the hamper
in the corner of my room. I fished another pair our of a drawer, pulled
them and my pants -- which were thankfully still clean and dry -- back on,
and sat on the edge of my bed to wait for Adam.

He came back minutes later, holding something balled up in his fist. He
smiled bashfully. "I couldn't, uh... clean them," he said, holding up what
I discovered was his underwear.

I giggled slightly. "You can throw them in the hamper in the corner," I
said, pointing it out to him. He did.

Then I realized that if his underwear was in my hamper, he wasn't wearing
any under his pants, and the thought made me harden slightly.

Jesus Christ, not again.

Adam sat next to me on the bed. "What time is it?"

I glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed and my eyes nearly popped out
of my head. "Christ on a cracker, it's four thirty!"

"We should go to sleep, then. My mom wants me to be home around three, and
I want to spend some time with you tomorrow before I go home."

That made me smile. Every damn thing he did made me smile like a fool. But
I didn't mind at all.

"Yeah, we probably should."

There was a short pause, then Adam spoke.

"Should I, um... sleep on the couch, or..."

What are you, crazy? Damn fool. Too courteous for his own good.

"You can sleep in my bed if you want," I said shyly.

A broad smile spread over Adam's face, and he kissed me again. He pulled me
down onto the bed, my back to his chest and stomach, and he slid an arm
around my waist. I snuggled back against him, our feet twining together,
just barely hanging off the end of a bed not made for such tall people. For
the first time in probably years, I fell immediately into a deep, sound
sleep, and slept through the entire night.

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Yep, there we are.

Okay... so when I say "there will be sex in the third chapter," this isn't
quite what comes to mind. Sorry. Too bad.

Frankly, I'm terrified of this chapter. It's the first
semi-psuedo-sorta-kinda-almost-sex scene I've ever written. It took me a
very long time to get up the nerve to write it at all. So don't harsh my
gig too hardcore.

P.S. ... I am a female. Yes, a girl. As in male, with a fe. Which means
that I have never had sex from a guy's perspective. So I may not have
everything right, if you catch my drift. :-P Don't be mean, just let me
know.

Email me at: Smpthy4TheDevil@yahoo.com