Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 12:47:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 12 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. Twin Spin Chapter 12 In the car, Kevin said, "J, I wasn't acting back there in the steam bath. I really meant what I said." "I didn't think you were acting," I said. "What's your advice," he asked. "Well, if I had any advice, I'd have given it to you back there," I said. "I'm beginning to understand a lot more about the dynamics of yours and Brian's relationship, though." "It's pretty fucking complicated, isn't it?" "I'll say. Hey, I know. Why don't you get a friend of your own?" "Yeah. I'd like that. But who? You're my friend, but you're really our friend, and that's the way it's got to be." I decided to try some humor. "How about Vick?" My comment had the desired effect, and Kevin laughed so hard I thought he was going to side-swipe a car. When he settled down, though, he said, "Not Vick, but there may be somebody else around there that I could be friends with. I think I'll start working out at their gym every day. Maybe I'll meet some people. That's a hard thing about moving to a new city. You don't know anybody, and we probably won't have a chance to meet anybody until school starts. Hey, you want to go to a movie?" Abrupt change of topic. "Yeah. Let's go." We went to the mall we had been to before to get the books and took in a movie. Kevin called Chuck to let him know we wouldn't be home for dinner, and after the movie we got something to eat in the food court of the mall. We fooled around for a couple more hours, browsing in bookstores and music shops. We went to a department store and did a little shopping, but neither of us bought anything. By nine o'clock, the place was ready to close. "Let's go bar hopping," I suggested. "Cool. Where?" "While you guys were at camp, I came down here a couple of times and scouted out a few places. There's not a big nightlife in Asheville, especially compared to New Orleans, but there are some pretty nice places." "Why don't you drive," he said. And I did. The places I knew about were in the vicinity of the UNCA campus. They were college hang-out kinds of places, the kinds of places I felt most at home in. Kevin had no trouble getting into the first place, and he and I shot a few games of pool. We tossed back a couple of beers and left. The second place had "open mike night" for local musicians. Some of them were pretty good, but most were just amateurs. We stayed for a couple of beers and moved on. The third place we went was a lot more crowded, and the people there were ready to party. That place had a DJ, and he was playing dance music. 1990's style. Kevin and I went in and order beers, and, by the time the bartender served them up, we were dancing. The women seemed to outnumber the men, which is really rare in a club, so we soon found partners. The girl Kevin was dancing with was very pretty, and she moved like somebody who had studied the fine art of bar dancing for years. Kevin kept up with her, though, and the athleticism of his natural moves came through in his dancing. Pretty soon, I got hot, and I wished I could take off my shirt. Kevin got hot, too, apparently, and he did take off his shirt. Actually, the girl he was dancing with took it off him, and he cooperated gracefully. He wasn't the only shirtless guy in the place, but he was damn sure the best looking and the best built. People had been staring at him before, but now they really eyed him. Men and women. After another song, the girl I was dancing with said she had to rejoin her friends. I found a table and sat down. Kevin and his partner danced again, and then they came over to where I was sitting. Kevin introduced her as Lauren. She was a rising sophomore at UNCA, and she was going to summer school. She was still only eighteen, but she had a birthday coming up in September. She was from Atlanta, and she didn't have a boyfriend. She kept looking admiringly at Kevin, and he returned her gazes with equal admiration. "Did you come out by yourself," I asked, hoping that maybe there was another girl loose somewhere in the place. "No," she said. "I came with my roommate and two other friends, but they left already. They have early classes tomorrow morning. I don't have anything until one." "J, do you have any cigarettes," Kevin asked. "I smoked my last one a couple of hours ago." "No, Kevin. Sorry. I'm fresh out, too." "I'm gonna see if I can buy some." He got up and left the table. Lauren and I smiled and made friendly small talk, and Kevin was back in a few minutes with a box of Marlboro Reds, his usual brand. He offered one to me and to Lauren, and we both accepted. "These are strong," she said. "I usually smoke Marlboro Lights. When I smoke at all." "These are cowboy cigarettes," Kevin said. "At least that's what the ad says." That was about as dumb a remark as I'd heard him make, but Lauren thought it was amusing and laughed accordingly. Little flirt, I thought. Now I was beginning to feel a little jealous. "Who needs a beer," I asked. I had to take a piss, and I thought I'd stop at the bar on the way back to the table. "I do," Kevin said. "Lauren? How 'bout you?" "Yeah, sure," she said, eyes glued to Kevin. I left and went to the restroom. There were only two urinals and one stall, and all three were taken. In fact, guys were lined up two deep behind each one. I stood in line and waited my turn. When I finally finished, I went to the bar for the beers, and, again, I had to wait to be served. By the time I got back to the table, Kevin was holding her hand on the table top. They thanked me for the beers. Kevin took a long pull on his, and Lauren sucked hers pretty well, too. Then they got up to dance again. The DJ played a rap song, and Kevin and Lauren danced the Donkey Butt. They were all over each other, and people all over the room were watching them. They were the most watchable couple anyway, but the sexy dancing made them more watchable. I started stiffening up a little, and I figured Kevin must have a pole in his pants. They danced another song the same way, and then a third. The DJ watched them intently and said something about taking up a collection for a hotel room. Lauren blushed a little when everybody laughed at the DJ's line. She whispered something to Kevin, and they left the dance floor. They didn't come back to the table, so I figured they went outside. That little fucker, I thought. He's gonna get laid. I'd have put money on it. I knew better than to go after them, so I decided to try my luck. I danced with a girl who was chewing gum. I hadn't noticed that when I went up to her, otherwise I wouldn't have. After the second dance, I feigned having to pee again and excused myself. I went back to the bar for another beer and returned to my table. I figured it wouldn't be my night to score. Kevin and Lauren were gone a good while. Then Kevin came in by himself, got a beer, and joined me at the table. Before he sat down, he put his shirt back on. "Hi. Where's Lauren?" "I took her home. She lives just a couple of blocks away, so I walked her." "Did you meet her roommate," I asked. "No. She was asleep." "You were gone pretty long," I said. "I'm sorry, J. That was rude of me to leave you all alone that long." "Forget it, man. I can take care of myself. I was just wondering . . . ." "If I scored?" "Well, yeah." He thought for a few minutes, and I wondered what was up. "Yeah. I scored. And you know what else?" "What?" "I'm takin' her out tomorrow night. For dinner and a movie. And maybe a little dancing, too. What do you think of that?" "All right," I said, and gave him a high-five. "When you decide to get a friend, you don't waste any time, do you?" "That's right. I forgot about that. Listen, about this afternoon. Please don't tell Brian what happened. I feel like a complete asshole about that whole thing, and he doesn't need to know. Okay?" "My lips are sealed. But you know, as shitty as it made you feel, that's how good it made me feel to know you have that kind of confidence in me. And who knows, it might not be long before you have to hold me, naked and with a hard-on, as I sob my guts up. That's what friends do for one another. I'm cool with it. Just don't do it too often, okay?" "Okay." He grinned at me, and I felt a strong urge to kiss him. I resisted the urge, of course, but it was there, nevertheless. In a second, Kevin said, "I gotta piss" and got up from the table. I had to piss, too, so I went with him. The restroom was less crowded than earlier, but we still had to wait for the guys at the urinals to finish. Kevin stepped up to his while the guy next to him was still there. Kevin pulled out his cock and started to squirt. The next guy, who turned out to be the DJ, looked over and said, "Hey, dude. Did you get laid?" Kevin looked at him, nodded slightly, and said "yeah." The DJ must have looked down at Kevin's cock (he and Brian tend to stand further back from urinals than most guys do) because he said, "Jesus Christ, look at the cock on this fucker. You'd get laid if there was only one woman left on earth. You lucky son of a bitch." I knew Kevin would love that. He finished pissing and turned around before he put his dick away so the rest of the guys in there could see what he had. After a second or two, he slipped it back into his jeans and walked out. The DJ was laughing at what had gone on, and other guys were grinning. When I got back to the table, Kevin said, "I know, I know. I shouldn't do stuff like that. My dad's popped me more than once for that kind of shit. But I can't help it. I like for people to see my cock." "Well, it's a sight to see. There was nothing out of line about what you did. The DJ loved it, and so did the other guys in the room. It was just funny." We lit cigarettes and finished our beers. It was after one o'clock, and the evening was grinding down in the bar. We left, with Kevin driving home. When we got home, Brian was in the den. "Where the fuck have you been," Brian demanded. "Whoa, Huck. I've been out. Out with J. Lighten up." "Why didn't you fuckin' call me, man? Didn't you know I'd be worried about you?" "I'm sorry, Brian. Jesus, man, I called Chuck. He knew we were out. We've been out all day." Brian threw his arms around his brother and hugged him hard. "God, I was worried. I know you don't like Lloyd all that much, but I like him. Can't we work this out?" Oh, my God, I thought. Those two were incredible. "There's nothing to work out, Huck. J took care of me. I'm cool with Lloyd. And I do like him." Brian laughed a laugh of relief. Then he said, "You met a girl, didn't you?" Kevin nodded. "And you fucked her, didn't you?" Kevin nodded again. "And she's more than a casual lay, isn't she?" Kevin nodded again and grinned. "You fucker," Brian said. "Let's have a drink. I know you've had a few already, but I haven't. I've been waiting up, pacing, over your fucking ass." "You knew nothing had happened to me," Kevin said. Brian only grinned. Brian got a very good bottle of scotch, some ice, and three glasses. He poured us each a drink. I was in the middle of a sinking spell, and I needed to be in bed. I sipped my drink down a little and put more in it. Then I said, "Guys, you're the most complicated fucking people I've ever known, and I love you both. But I'm about to crash. I'll see you guys in the morning. Who's sleeping where?" "Lloyd and I are in my room," Brian said. "Why don't you sleep in your room, and I'll sleep in mine," Kevin said. "Cool," I said. "Good night." I thought about everything that had happened during that day, and I realized I was truly earning my salary. In the days that followed, Kevin and Brian began feeling more comfortable in their new home, both the house and the city. Kevin's relationship with Lauren seemed to be developing, and they spent time together, either in person or on the phone, every day. Lauren had an older brother who was going into his senior year, and Kevin became friends with him, too. Through Travis, the older brother, Kevin met a number of other people who became his friends. He went camping with his new friends, and he spent several nights at Lauren's apartment or at his "office," I didn't know which. On the nights he was home, he sometimes slept with Brian or me, but usually he slept alone. Near the end of June, Kevin went through a couple of rough days when Lauren packed up at the end of the first session of summer school and returned to Atlanta until the fall term began. I tried to cheer him up by reminding him that Travis and his other friends would still be in Asheville, but all he said was "big fucking deal." I think the boy was smitten. Atlanta isn't all that far from Asheville, of course, and Kevin could have driven down to see Lauren anytime he wanted to. I say "could" because it didn't happen. She went home on a Tuesday and left for eight weeks in Europe on that Friday. Brian's relationship with Lloyd took a similar course. Lloyd spent a lot of time at the house with us, and he and the twins worked pretty conscientiously on wrestling. Lloyd decided he wanted a physique more like theirs, so he put himself on a weight loss program, and by the end of June he had lost fifteen pounds of fat. Kevin took the two of them to the gym at the Finch Building and introduced them to Steve. Steve fixed all three up with exercise programs, and they devoted themselves to their training with almost religious zeal. Especially the Finches. Brian and Lloyd's relationship took a hit in the last week in June, too. Apparently, the agreement had been that Pete would let Lloyd live with him and not pay any expenses provided Lloyd served as housekeeper and cook for Pete and Tim. Either that, or Lloyd had to find a job and contribute to the cost of the apartment. Lloyd did neither, and Pete and Tim confronted him with it. There was a knock-down, drag-out fight, and Lloyd lost. Pete sent him to Boise. Brian, too, went through a period of funk, but, like Kevin, he got over it.