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After Evan talked to him, my mother talked to my dad for about an hour. She talked on her own extension in her room, leaving me, Evan and Kendal alone in the living room. I couldn't wait to see Dad. He said he was coming tonight, but I knew that I probably wouldn't be able to see him until tomorrow morning at court. I didn't care. At least I was going to get to see him.
"Dad's coming," said Evan when Mom left the room. "He's going to talk to Mom, call his lawyer and head out tonight."
"I bet Mom will be very happy to hear that," said Kendal. "She won't even discuss Dad with me."
"Well, a lot of things are going to change, I think," replied Evan. "Dad says that he's tired of wondering how Chris is doing only to find out that he's worse than he thought."
"So, Dad's going to fight for me?" I asked.
I had to admit that I'd harbored a few bad feelings about Dad letting Mom take me the way she did. I had thought that he would fight, but when he didn't, I just thought he didn't really care about me. I know that's stupid, but at the time, that was the way I felt. To hear Evan say that Dad was tired of all of this made me feel good.
"That's why he's calling his lawyer," he replied. "Mom filed for divorce last month, so he's already been talking to his lawyer. He didn't think he had anything to go on for custody, but I guess he's changed his opinion."
I thought about the note that Mom had left on the table for me. I still had it folded up in my pocket. I wondered if the note would help Dad with the custody suit or not. I wondered how I would get the note to him. I could give the note to Evan to take to him, or I could just mail it to him. I wanted to give it to him myself, though. I wanted to be with him when he read the contents of the note, and I wanted to see his reaction.
We were all quiet for a while. I could barely hear my mother talking in her room. I wondered just what they were saying to each other, but I wasn't about to spy on them. I just couldn't wait to see what was going to happen. Dad was going to fight for custody of me. I just hoped he got custody soon.
"Chris, why didn't you tell me what was happening here?" asked Kendal. There was a look of genuine worry in her eyes. I felt bad for not confiding in her.
"I didn't know what to say to you," I said. "I didn't think you'd believe me either."
"Why wouldn't I believe you?" she asked. There were tears in her eyes now, and I felt like shit.
"I don't know," I said, looking down at my shoes.
We heard the front door open, and then Jim stood in the doorway to the living room. He looked at all of us for a minute, and then he smiled. He walked into the room and sat down on the couch next to Kendal. He looked at Evan and smiled even more. I wondered what he was smiling about.
"Evan, its good to see you," he said finally. "I trust that Chris has told you everything that has happened here?"
"Oh he's told me everything all right," said Evan. "I don't know what to think about you."
"Well, I should tell you that I have talked to a friend of mine at the police department about Zack," said Jim, swinging his eyes in my direction. "I don't want your mother to know about this, but Zack will be answering questions tomorrow at school at about the same time we are in court."
"But doesn't Mom have to press charges?" asked Evan.
"I saw what happened the night we caught him trying to hurt Chris again," he said. "And I can press charges on Christopher's."
"I don't think you'll have to," said Kendal. "Our father is coming tonight."
"That's good," he said. "I'd really like to talk to your father."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Jim," said Evan. "You are not one of his favorite people right now."
"I realize that, but if it has to do with Christopher's well being, I think he'll make an exception," said Jim.
"I'll talk to him about it," said Evan. "He wants to have dinner with us tonight."
"Here?" gasped Kendal.
"Yeah, he wants to talk to Chris in person, and he knows that Mom won't let him take Chris anywhere," he replied.
"This is going to be a night to remember," said Kendal, smiling. "I think I'll stay for supper. I miss Daddy."
"Well, he'll be here some time tonight," replied Evan.
I got up and left the room. I wasn't really in the mood to talk with them. I just wanted to wait for Dad. I hoped that he could convince Mom that I needed to come home with him tonight. I was sure that he could. I just didn't know if he would or not. Mom had to know that she was in trouble with all of this. She had to.
I logged on to my lap top and opened my email program. There were a few emails from Ted asking me what I was up to, but there was one that caught my eye. I didn't recognize the sender's address, but the subject said, "I'm sorry." I clicked it, and when it opened, I saw a picture of Khayman.
I really am sorry for not speaking up at school. I should have, and the fact that I didn't makes me feel like an ass. I hope that you can forgive me. I really am sorry. I want to go to court with you tomorrow, and Puck says he'll come too. I don't expect that to make it up to you, but at least its a start.
I read it twice before I deleted it. I didn't know what to think about the message. He sounded sincere, and I wasn't mad at him at all. I'd been hurt, but even that had passed when I saw him sitting in the living room talking to Mom about what had happened. I really didn't know why he would think that I was angry with him.
I replied to the email and then turned off the lap top. When I turned around, my mother was standing in my doorway. She was just looking at me and not saying anything. The look on her face was unreadable, and that worried me. She needed to say something or leave.
"What?" I asked.
"Your father will be here in the morning," she said. "I talked him out of coming tonight."
"Gee, thanks," I said, turning back to the lap top.
"Chris, we have got to come to some sort of understanding," she said.
"What's to understand, Mother?" I asked, turning back to face her. "I don't want to live here. I never wanted to live here."
"Living here is what is best for you, Chris," she said. "You need to face that."
"Mother, do you really not care about what I want?" I asked. "And you really think that living here with you is what is best for me?"
"I know that I've made some mistakes, Chris," she said, walking into the room and sitting on my bed. "You haven't really given me a chance to show you how happy I am to have you live here."
"After everything that has happened, Mother, I don't believe a word you say," I said coldly. "You moved me here, and I didn't want that. You didn't believe me about Zack, and when you found out I was telling you the truth, you did nothing about it. Then there's what happened with Ken. You didn't believe me, and once again, I was proven to be telling the truth."
"Like I said, I've made mistakes," she said.
"Mother, these aren't just mistakes," I said. "I want to go home."
"You are home, Chris," she said. "You won't be moving back in with your father."
"Then I'd rather live in a foster home," I said quickly. "Don't you understand? I don't want to live with you."
"Why do you hate me so much?" she asked me.
"You lied to us, Mother," I said. "You broke my father's heart and then dragged me here, knowing that I didn't want to be with you. You don't care about what I want, Mother. You only care about yourself."
"That's just not true, Chris," she said. "I love you and your brother and sister very much."
"Would you have taken me if I had told you that I was gay when I was still in Springfield?" I asked.
"I know that you and Evan think that I left him with your father because of his sexuality, but that isn't true," she said. "I married your father knowing that he was bisexual. I didn't care about it then, and I don't care about it now. If being gay will make you happy, then I'll be happy for you."
"You say all of this like you want me to be happy," I said. "Doesn't it bother you that living here with you will do nothing but make me unhappy?"
"Chris, you have to give this a chance," she said.
"Mother, all I've known here is sadness and fear," I said. "Nothing will change that, and it won't get any better."
"It surely hasn't been that bad," she said.
"Mother, you don't listen," I said. "The only good things about being here for me are Ted, Khayman and Jim. I hate Zack for what he did to me, and I hate you for letting it happen and doing nothing about it. You said you brought me here to protect me, but you have done nothing to protect me at all."
"Christopher, stop talking to me like this," she said sternly. "I brought you here because I love you. If you can't return that love, then so be it. You will stay here with me. You are not moving in with your father."
"Get out of my room," I told her, turning around and facing the wall.
I heard her walking out of my room. She was sobbing, and I knew that she was crying, but I didn't care. She had ruined my life, and I would never let her forget it. If she was going to make me stay, then she would be in for the ride of her life. I would make life as hard for her as she'd made it for me.
My father was going to fight for me. I knew that she couldn't talk him out of that. I just hoped that the judge wouldn't hold my father's bisexuality against him. I wanted to do some checking on the internet about the law in Illinois where gay and bisexual parents were concerned.
I searched through countless websites to find information, and it wasn't pleasing. I read about many cases where bisexual or gay parents lost their custody cases solely because of their sexuality. I searched for cases where judges had decided not to allow children to live with gay parents, and I found many cases.
My mother would use this against my father. I was sure of it. I just hoped that the evidence my father had against my mother could out weigh what she said about him in court. I didn't know what would happen, but I wasn't about to stay with my mother. I would make sure that I didn't no matter what it took.
I hadn't realized how long I'd been on the net until Evan came into the room to tell me that supper was ready. I sat at the table with my mother and Jim, but I refused to talk to my mother at all. When she spoke, I ignored her. I knew she was getting angry, and that only made me happy. Kendal tried to make up for my silence, but it just wouldn't work with Mother.
"Christopher, if you don't start talking to me, I'll make Evan leave," she said finally.
"Now wait just a minute," said Evan. "That's not fair, Mother. Why would I have to leave just because Chris isn't talking to you?"
"I know the real reason that you came to Chicago, Evan," said Mother. "You didn't come to see me. You came to see him, so if he doesn't start talking, then you aren't staying here."
"That would be something you would do, Mother," I said. "You'd send him away just to hurt me. I'm not surprised."
"Well, you've decided to talk," she said, smugly. "I guess I know how to make you behave now."
"You make me sick!" cried Kendal. "What are we to you? Bargaining chips? I really can't believe you!"
"Kendal, stay out of this," said Mother.
"I won't," she said. "This is stupid. I hope that Dad takes you to the cleaners in court, Mother."
The two of them argued for the rest of the meal. I don't think either of them ate more than a few bites of their food. Evan and I were silent, but Jim made a few of his feelings about the matter known. Mother didn't acknowledge him, though. She acted as if she never heard a word he said.
Finally, she sent Kendal home and told me and Evan to get out of her sight. We were more than happy to comply. The two of us took our plates to the kitchen and then went to my room. We did stop long enough to say goodnight to Jim, though. The look on my mother's face when we both said goodnight to Jim was priceless.
"She's trying to break you, Chris," said Evan when we were alone in my room.
"She won't succeed," I replied. "I won't stay here with her, Evan. If Dad doesn't get custody, then I'll run away. I swear."
"He'll get custody," said Evan. "Don't worry."
We were quiet for a while after that. I don't think either of us really believed that Dad would win the custody suit, but we didn't want to talk about it anymore. Finally, I decided to take a shower. I left Evan on my lap top while I took a longer shower than normal.
When I came back out of the bathroom, Evan was ready to take his shower. I sat at the computer and waited for him. I couldn't believe that he was really here. Even after everything that had happened, it still seemed like a dream. He was here, and I wasn't alone.
I sat at my desk and cruised the net while Evan was in the shower. He took a long shower, too, so I supposed that he had a few things that he wanted to think about. When he came out of the bathroom in only a towel, I had to turn around and take notice, though.
"I see some things haven't changed with you," said Evan, smiling at me.
"You know how much I love to look at you," I said. "I painted pictures of you all the time."
"Well, nothing is stopping you from touching me, Chris," he said. "I have really missed you. It was hard getting used to sleeping without you beside me."
He walked over to me, and I reached out to let my fingers run over his pecs and abs gently. I was rock hard in seconds. I had wanted to do this for so long. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. His body had gotten harder while I was away from him, and his muscles showed the long hours of working out that he'd been doing.
He pulled me up out of my chair and walked me over to the bed. Slowly, he pushed me down onto the bed and fell on top of me. Our mouths came together, and we kissed each other lightly at first. Our kisses grew more insistent after a few minutes, and soon our tongues were fighting for control of each other's mouths.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he assaulted my nipples. I was in heaven. I'd missed him so much, and it had been a while since I'd had sex. He seemed to know how bad I wanted him, because he started trailing his tongue down my stomach. He kissed my navel before moving on to my dick. He licked around in my pubic hair for a while, driving me crazy.
"I missed you, little brother," he said as he stroked my dick and looked up into my eyes.
"Not as much as I missed you," I said.
He stuck his tongue out and licked around the head of my dick while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I had to close my eyes from the pleasure he was giving me. He must have been waiting for that, because he closed his mouth around my dick, and then I felt his nose in my pubic hair. I thought I would cum right then and there, but I managed to hold it and enjoy his mouth on my dick.
He sucked my dick hard and fast, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to stand it much longer. I wondered if he was trying to make me cum already, but I didn't dare say anything to him. It just felt too good for me to stop him. I just gripped the sheet in both fists and let him go at it.
After a few minutes, and when I was sure I'd cum at any minute, he let my dick slip out of his mouth and started to suck on my balls. I could feel him tugging them away from my body with his mouth, so I assumed he knew just how close he had me. I loved the feeling of his mouth on my balls, and when he took them both into his mouth, I gasped.
He let them fall from his mouth and pushed my thighs up until my feet were on his shoulders. I felt his tongue on the skin between my balls and my ass, and I couldn't help but moan. I put my hand over my mouth, so I wouldn't wake up Mom and Jim with my moaning.
When I felt his tongue slide over my asshole, I thought I'd cum just from the pleasure it sent through me. He lapped at it for a few minutes, and then I could feel him pushing his tongue inside, and I shuddered. I'd never felt anything like it before, and I wanted more. I shoved my ass into his face like a slut, and he obliged by sticking his tongue further into me.
I was rocking my hips, and he was digging his tongue in and out of my ass. I wanted to jack off so bad, but every time I touched my dick, he'd slap my hands away. I guess he didn't want me to cum yet, so I just laid there and tried not to think about my dick.
He pulled his tongue out of my ass and pulled my legs back down. He swallowed my dick and began to suck me furiously. I knew that I'd cum at any minute, and I warned him that I was close. He just kept on taking my dick into his throat and pulling back. When the first shot of cum left my dick, he buried it in his throat and let the rest shoot down his throat. He swallowed over and over again, working his throat muscles around my dick. I wanted to moan again, but I held my tongue.
When the last shot of cum had run down the back of his throat, he took his mouth off of me and moved up in the bed to lay beside me. He looked me in the eye and smiled at me. I couldn't even smile. I was busy trying to catch my breath. Waves of pleasure were still unfolding throughout my body.
"I want you to do something for me," he said, reaching into his gym bag on the floor. He pulled out a tube of something and handed it to me.
"What's this for?" I asked, stupidly.
"I want you to lube your index finger and run the tip of it around my asshole for a few minutes," he said, lying back and lifting his legs.
I crawled over him and down the bed until I was in a good enough position to get to his ass. After squirting some of the lube onto my finger, I used my other hand to spread it all over my finger. Then I put my finger right next to his hole and started to slowly trace the ring of his asshole.
"Like this?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.
"Just like that," he said, closing his eyes and putting his head back.
I did that for a few minutes, marveling at how the lubricant didn't dry up. I used my other hand to stroke his dick. There was still lube on that hand from spreading it over my index finger, so my hand slid up and down his shaft easily. He started to breath heavier, so I knew he was enjoying it.
"Feel good?" I asked him.
"God, yes," he said. "Now push your finger into my ass real slow and work it in and out."
I pushed my finger into him, and started to finger his ass like he said. His ass was warm and tight around my finger, and his hole clamped down on it like a vice. He started to shiver, so I thought I might be hurting him, but when I stopped, he told me to keep going.
I could see that he was biting his lip as I fingered his ass, and soon he asked me to lube up two fingers and insert them into his ass. After fingering him with both fingers for a few minutes, I started to twist and turn them inside his ass. He started to buck his hips slightly, fucking himself with my fingers. His legs spread a bit wider, and I started to stroke his dick faster.
"Fuck me, Chris," he gasped. "Lube your dick and put it in my ass."
I took my fingers out of his ass and spread lube onto my dick. When I climbed between his legs, he pushed a pillow under his butt. That raised his hole a bit, and I put the head of my dick against his asshole. He tried to shove his ass onto my dick, so I slowly started to push against him.
Surprisingly, my dick went right into him. He gasped, but then he started to rock his hips, and I took hold of his dick again. His ass was so tight around my dick, and I loved the feeling of his hot and slick ass around me. I pushed in and out of him slowly, and stroked his dick in the same rhythm.
After a few minutes of this, he asked me to go a bit faster. I was worried that I'd hurt him, but he assured me that he would be fine, so I sped up my thrusts. I was reminded of the night that James had ridden my dick. I remembered how tight and silky his ass had felt around my dick. Evan's was different. It was better for some reason. I didn't know why. I just kept fucking him.
When I felt his balls on my pubic hair, I knew I was all the way inside of him, and he jerked. I thought I'd hurt him until he smiled dazedly up at me and started to buck against my dick again. In a matter of seconds, his dick erupted, and his ass clenched down on me. It gripped my dick and milked it as jets of cum shot from his dick and landed on his chest and stomach.
I gripped his thighs and shoved my dick in and out of him faster than ever. I was gripped by my own oncoming orgasm. For a moment, I didn't care if I was hurting him or not, but when I looked into his eyes, I started to worry about it. They looked far off and dreamy.
"Yeah," he gasped as I fucked in and out of him. "Just like that."
I fucked him for a few more minutes before my own dick swelled up and shot my cum inside his ass. When it was over, I collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
"I missed you, Evan," I said into his neck before coving it with kisses of my own.
He rolled me onto my side, and my softening dick slipped out of his ass. He held me in his arms and pulled me close. We were both on our sides, and his cum glued us together. I drifted off to sleep with the feel of his soft breath on my cheek.