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Beau and Colt originally show up in Boys of Grizzly Valley 3 - Go Bag Find it here
They then show up in Andrew's Trust, chapter 6 for a few chapters. Feel free to read about them here They will be regulars here in Counting.
AJ
We're put to bed at six o'clock and we are woken up at three in the morning. We shower and walk around the house like zombies, well, at least us younger kids do. Zeke and Zack seem to be just fine. Heck, Colt fell back asleep at the breakfast table. The camper was packed last night, and the horses loaded before Beau, Colt, and I even get out of the house. Then we load into our new Chevrolet Suburban and we're officially off for the Junior Rodeo Finals in Grizzly Valley, California. I can't really tell you what happen those first four hours because all us boys fell asleep.
The rest of the first day, to tell you the truth, was filled with music, twitter, TikTok, and YouTube videos for Zack, comic books, Rubik's Cubes, and puzzle books for me, coloring books, kiddy books that he has to read out loud, and cartoons on the video screen on the back of Mom's chair for Colt, and a drawing pad and colored pencils, a Hardy Boys book, and YouTube videos for Beau. Zeke and Parker where riding with Dad in the pickup truck and I have no idea what they're all doing, our hotel experience was pretty short. The biggest problem we had was two hours after we went to bed, the door that joins the two rooms together that us kids were sharing opened and the sound of two people fucking like crazy flooded the room and Zack sleepily walked in and closed the door behind him. We watched him stumble over to Colt's side of the bed and squeeze his way next to Colt. Beau and I snickered, and Zack told us to never mind and go back to sleep.
Then finally, on the end of the second day we pull into Hossenger's Dude Ranch. Dad and Parker go and get the stall assignments for the horses and lock them in. The twins and Mom put the camper up and Beau and I help bring bags into the camper. Colt slept in the truck. Once Mom assigned who sleeping where, Beau retrieves Colt while I strip down and get in my pajamas. I'm brushing my teeth when Beau returns and Mom takes Colt from him, telling him to change into his pajama bottoms. Soon, Beau is brushing his teeth next to me, something Mom insists he learn to do. Until he moved in with the Hossenger's, he never even owned a toothbrush and when they bought him one, he says he never used it. He has to use it now though, because Mom will check. She also checks behind our ears, our fingernails are clean, our underwear to make sure we wear one a day, and our mouths to make sure we swallow our pills. Well, that last one might be just me. Anyway, once we're all done, Beau sleeps in the middle, holding Colt, and I sleep against the wall, holding Beau, and it doesn't take us long to fall asleep. Later that night, I'm awaken by the older boys and Dad coming inside the camper. Zack kisses each of us boys on the forehead and whispers to me to go back to sleep. I smile to him and close my eyes.
The morning traffic in the trailer wakes me and by sitting up, I wake up Beau. Colt is already at the breakfast table and Mom sits next to him drinking her coffee and helping him read a kiddy book. Beau and I greet each other with a grunt as we get out of bed and play rock, paper, scissors to see who showers first. I win and fish out my shower bag heading to the bathroom. He's right behind me and we share the tiny toilet to relieve ourselves. After a short game of crossing pee streams, he leaves the bathroom and mom says, "Morning you two. Leave the bathroom door open please and you have ten minutes AJ, don't waist them."
"Leave the door open! Why?"
"Because I want to make sure you take a shower. No skipping it!"
Rats, I was so going to skip it. "What if someone walks in here?" I ask grasping at any excuse I could think of.
"This is coming from the boy who prefers to run around all day naked?" She responds and I hear snickering from the other two boys at the breakfast table. Might as well get this over with.
Beau
I lose rock, paper, scissors so, I have to shower after AJ. Alice says he has ten minutes and after taking a piss, I head over to the table. Scratching my chest, I look out the screen door and see Jack sitting next to Pop. I bust through the door making an awful racket and run straight into his arms. "Hey, Pop, I've missed you so much!"
"Good morning young Beau. Are you getting along with the Colter's?"
Before I can answer I'm passed by Colt, who runs and jumps into Pop's arms almost knocking him down. "Pop, Jack and Awice's home is so coow! I am in a woom wif A-yay and Bow. It's a fawm with cowes and howses, fouw wheewers, snowmobiwes, and fey bought us wots of cwothes, and toys, and undewweaw, and in the mowning we can wun awound naked!"
Hossenger faces Colt looking excited and then, looks to Jack kind of shocked and says, "That's great Colt, I'm glad you're having a good time. Beau, are you enjoying yourself there also?"
"Yes sir. It's great and I'd like to stay if that is okay, please sir."
Hossenger belly laughs like he's known to do and tickles Colt. He gives me a serious look when he is done tickling Colt and says, "We'll see. Now is not the time to discuss it, okay?"
I suddenly feel I spoke out of place and I'm about to apologize, when Jack grabs me and tosses me up in the air and catches me, making me laugh. From the trailer I hear AJ, yelling that it's my turn and Jack lifts my arm and smells my armpit then acts like it smells like Buddy's rear end. "Stop," I tell him and push him away laughing.
"Come on Beau, it's your turn in the shower," Alice says, and Jack puts me down so I can run inside.
AJ
Mom fills the injector as I use the towel to dry off. I quickly swallow of my pills, and she gives an even quicker check to make sure my mouth is empty. Then checks everywhere else to make sure I'm clean. I can't wait to grow out of this. I'm on my way to get dressed. As always, Zack has put out all our clothes for today. I pass Beau on his way to the shower, and I give him a good morning peck on the cheek making him giggle.
Passing the door, I see Dad and Mom, holding Colt, standing out front with the man that was helping run the rodeo in Cut Bank. I hop out of the trailer and right up to Dad, who picks me up and puts me on his hip. Mom is telling the man how great it's been having the boys staying with us, saying, "Beau, has even called me Mom a couple times."
"Can I caww you mommy, now? Bow sed we haf to wait."
The adults laugh at this, and I don't understand if they're laughing at how Colt talks or what he said. Mr. Hossenger tickles Colt stomach with one finger and says, "I do believe this is the most I've heard him say since I've first met him. Colt, you're a cute as a bug."
"You can call me whatever you want, Colt. I'd like it if you called me Mommy," my mom tells him softly and he hugs her tightly. He's so happy, I think he might explode.
"He's quite the talker," Dad says. "I'm not sure if you remember or not, but this is our little AJ?"
"Oh course, You're a very good cowboy. First place in three events, I'm expecting great things from you tomorrow," Mr. Hossenger says as he shakes my hand. Mr. Hossenger looks like Santa in overalls. He's as fat also, and you can't help but laugh when he does. "Did you know I raised your dad till he was just a little bit older than you. I didn't think I'd ever find this rough and tough little boy a home, but I did. Your Dad was quite the fighter. He was in trouble all the time."
I look to Dad, and he's blushing and gives me a cheeky smile and shrugs his shoulders. "Alright, that's enough embarrassing me. Randy has invited you boys for breakfast," says Dad. Colt and I cheer. He puts me down and continues, "As soon as Beau gets out and dressed, we'll head that way. I'd like to be on the grounds as soon as we can to practice so we're not doing it in the noon-day sun. Refill on your coffee Randy?"
"Yes, please."
Dad takes all the coffee cups and heads inside to hurry Beau by telling his ten minutes are up. They weren't, he still has two and a half minutes left but who's counting, hehee.
Once Beau joins us, Randy takes his and my hand and we all leave towards the house together. Along the way, Mr. Hossenger continues to tell us stories about the Dude Ranch.
Our trailer is parked real close to Mr. Hossenger's house. I guess it's a camping spot reserved for family and friends and Dad is family just like now we all are. The house looks like a two-story log cabin with a nice big front porch with rockers, chairs, and a couple tables. To the right of the house is what looks like an outdoor kitchen with a refrigerator, countertops, stove, grill, pizza oven, and enough seating for like twenty people, I did the math. There is also a huge fire pit, and I can't wait to see that lit up tonight.
We walk through the gate a large woman, not as big as Mr. Hossenger, turns and sees us coming and Colt practically jumps from Mom's arms to run up to her and give her a hug. Beau is not far behind him, and they have some private time with her as we catch up to them. By the time the rest of us get there it's clear to see, or hear, that Colt's been talking nonstop to her. Her face is one of amazement and she is even laughing a little. "This is my wife, Martha. Martha this is Jack's fiancée, Alice Docker and their little boy, AJ. He's the rising star I told you about."
"Oh yes, well, it's lovely to meet all of you," she says putting Colt down and walks over to Dad. She gives us both a huge hug and then Dad leans down and kisses her cheek. "It's so nice seeing you again, Jack. You're such a big boy. Well, sit down, sit down, I've made plenty of food to get our little cowboys ready for the day."
"Can I help you with it?" My Mom asks once she gets Colt sitting still next to Dad.
"Thank you dear, if you can get those plates," Martha asks pointing to a stack of plates next to the dining table.
Mom and Mrs. Hossenger make quick work of making breakfast and in the meantime us three boys run around playing tag and eat until we're about to bust. Two hours later Dad was saying, "You best go get ready for riding. AJ and Beau need blue jeans and boots at the least. Now go, go, go.... I'm right behind you." With that, Dad gets up and herds us boys towards the camper and Colt stays with mom and Mrs. Hossenger.
Beau and I race the last twenty steps and almost collide with the door trying to outrun each other. Dad comes up behind us to unlock the trailer door as we heave for air and then use it for laughing at each other. We rush inside and Dad warns us not to doddle, "We're already behind as it is."
We both have our clothes off and I see that muscle defined body of Beau's I can't help but take his shirt from him and kiss him deeply. His arms travel down my arms slowly and then makes the jump to my butt. It's gentle at first, his hands test how squishy my butt is and then he grabs them hard and pulls me to him. Suddenly he is in control and I'm at his mercy. He kneads my butt, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them together than pulls them apart so far it hurts. When he pulls them apart like that my rosebud opens and I can feel it beginning to twitch.
"Hey!" Shouts Dad from out by the fire pit. "No kissing! Just change your clothes and hurry up!"
Beau and I stand back from each other, and I quickly look out the window to see Dad poking at the fire.
"How'd he know?" I ask.
"Well, I'm hot as hell and you can't seem to control yourself around me," Beau says with a smirking grin as he gets his and my jeans from the drawers. Tossing my jeans, he giggles and sings, "Don't you wish your boyfriend was, hot, like me?"
I laugh and pull my shirt off and grab my jeans saying, "I wasn't the one that was stretching my little hole. Were you planning on putting something inside?" I say with a cheeky smile and after he blushes at the thought of sliding something inside me, I add, "I wouldn't mind you know." But then quickly add, ".... not that I'm rushing you or anything."
He throws a rodeo short sleeve shirt at me. "Not today, your dad is going to come in here soon we better hurry," he says changing the subject.
We both hop on one foot putting our boots on as Dad looks in on us. "Good job boys, hurry up!"
Beau
Walking the long walk from the house, or our camp site, past the fields of camping trailers, gives me the willies. I thought I could do this, but every time I walk past a trailer, I look for the sign that some cowboy is looking for a boy fuck toy. The cowboy would screw a hat hook on the outside next to the door. If he wants a boy, then he hangs a cowboy hat on the hook. If he wants a woman, then he hangs a tie on the doorknob. I would walk these rows of campers at night looking for hats on hooks. Just the thought of what I did, makes me hold myself a little tighter. Jack stops me and AJ in the middle of the road and kneels down in front of me. I do my best to look anywhere but his eyes because if I look into his gentle eyes, I'll lose control and start crying, I just know it.
"Beau, son, can you look at me please?" He asks and as soon as I do, my tears begin to start flowing. "Beau, you're shaking. I was afraid this would be too much for you."
"No, I mean, I can... Dad, please don't leave me alone," I plead with him.
"Oh, son, I'm sorry we brought you here. We'll take you back to Randy's," Jack says and then goes to pick me up, so I back up.
He looks a little confused, so I tell him why I backed off, before I get in trouble, "I have to do this. I'm tired of being afraid. Please, dad... just don't leave me alone."
He thinks it over and takes a look around at the faces of the cowboys that are walking by us. I risk recognizing someone and look around also. AJ won't take his eyes off me and then says, "Come on Dad, or we'll be late." Then he smiles at me and takes my hand. Dad's not willing to take any more chances than he has to, so he picks me up and places me on his hip.
He looks to AJ and then to me saying, "Okay boys, stay close and promise you will come and tell me if anyone acts weird and inappropriate towards you."
We promise and Jack takes my hand walking us to the horse barn. I can't help to feel like the eyes of every cowboy is on me. It helps that there are more kids than adults here, but it still creeps me out. Having Jack hold me, makes me feel a little braver. I'm real glad it's not a grownup event. I know I can do this; it's been over a year since that night and coming here brings it all back. Pop never allowed us boys out of the house during rodeo events and if the Dude Ranch was full of people. This is the first rodeo at the Dude Ranch I've been a part of here since that night.
Jack carries me into the stall and flashbacks of two little boys living in the end stall during the day and me, working at night sends a shiver down my spine. "Hey kiddo," Zack says bringing me out of my nightmare, "Zeke's got Checkers all saddled up." He holds up AJ's spinal protection vest and tosses it to Jack who catches it. Jack puts me down and I rush to Zeke hugging him, "Thanks Zeke," I tell him, and he lifts me to the stirrups. I fling my leg over the saddle and settle in. It always feels better in the saddle. I always feel like I have more control over my life.
AJ complains and complains, `It's too tight,' `It's crooked,' `I can't breathe.' Soon, Dad is at his wits and looks to Zack, who is giggling at his father's trouble.
Zack walks over and removes the vest and says, "Sorry Dad, looks like AJ isn't riding today, take him back to the camper.
"Noooo, put it on! I want to ride!"
Zack stops and looks at him with a very serious look in his eyes saying, "Then stop complaining. If you ride-you wear this vest."
AJ looks back to Jack and then to Zack. His shoulders slump and his head nods in defeat. Zack strolls over and kneels to put the spinal vest on. With some Velcro sounds and a check that he can breathe correctly, AJ is ready to ride Stepper and the drama is over.
We ride out to the arena and there are twenty or so boys practicing everything from riding and roping. A boy rides up to us and I recognize him from the Cut Bank competition. I lean over to AJ and whisper, "Who's that?"
"Rex Walker," AJ says loud enough for him to hear as he rides up to us.
"Hey, AJ, Beau, I'm glad you guys came," he says, and his horse turns around and trots up next to us.
"Okay boys," instructs Jack, "You two start your warm-ups, then you can run barrels."
"May I practice alongside you guys?"
Jack pats Rex's horse and says, "The more the merrier, just follow Beau."
Rex smiles and AJ takes off galloping around the arena, then I take off riding behind him. I take a quick look to see Rex behind us. I'm a little bothered that Jack was so quick to let him practice with us. Rex almost took first place from AJ in two events in Cut Bank and one was just bad luck that he got second. We three take five laps around the arena as Jack instructs us on riding the rhythm, lean more forward, or to use our knees better. Then we line up and the horse's muscles ripple with excitement.
"This is my favorite part," AJ says, and he spins Stepper around in a tight circle as Rex watches with curiosity. Then he bolts in a full-on gallop in an instant with the command, "Yip-yip!" Stepper explodes from us sending dirt all over Jack. AJ's laughing can barely be heard over the noise of the hooves hitting the ground, then with the command, "Ho boy! Ho!" The horse digs in his hooves and slides to an apparent stop, it at the last moment AJ yanks on Steppers reins and yells, "Yip-yip" and the horse drifts like one of those cars in the movies and rockets towards us passing with such speed that my cowboy hat almost falls off if not for my quick reflexes.
Stepper prances up next to me and AJ is praising him and Jack feeds him a slice of a dried apple. "I can't... my horse can't do that," stammers Rex.
"No one's can," I say plainly. "That's why AJ is the best." Sure, that last part was a ribbing towards Rex, but all is fair in the rodeo. You can't convince me that AJ didn't do that to drive a point into Rex and the others watching, that he's here to win and isn't that what we're here to do? Jack looks to me crossly for saying that and I suddenly feel ashamed for making Rex feel bad. "Sorry, Rex, I didn't mean it like that."
Rex looks as if he doesn't know what to do when Jack takes his reins and pets his horse. "What's your horse's name Rex?" Jack asks in a supportive tone.
"It's, um, Silver, sir. Like the Lone Ranger's horse."
Jack smiles and nods saying, "I've always loved that show. That's a great name. Beau, it's your turn, down and back if you please."
I spin Checkers in a circle and take off down and spin him again heading back. I'm nowhere in AJ and Stepper's league, but after practicing it for the past month with AJ, I've learned a few tricks. On the way back I can see Jack talking to Rex.
AJ
We practiced for a while and Dad spent most of the time running us and our horses through drills. About in the afternoon, I don't wear a watch, we put the horses up and did some running ourselves. Before we did that Beau took off his shirt and I was allowed to take this stupid vest off and my shirt like Beau. The hot breeze feels good on my skin as Beau and a shirtless Rex, line up on the line. I like Rex, his southern accent is really cool and seeing him without a shirt is so hot. I fist bump the other two boys and join them on the line that Dad drew in the dirt. Sweat drips from our glistening bodies as we practically wait for the whistle to start.
After we got our exercise, some of the other rodeo boys joined us and someone brought a soccer ball, so a game broke out. Before we knew it horses were put away and all the boys joined in. Their trainers retreated to the sides to talk about their little cowboys. I didn't last long, my body was about at its limits before we started, but I didn't want to seem like a baby, so I played with them as long as I could. Beau stops playing the same time I did, for my benefit I'm sure, and he joins me on the sideline not too far from where dad is standing.
Suddenly Beau's face lights up and he pulls on my shoulder as he runs to the arena side. "Max! Grayson!" He yells and waves his hand high above his head. Two men and three young boys, about our age, are walking by until one of the older boys hears Beau. He gets his family's attention and then the boys hurry to the fence to meet Beau and me.
"Wow, I can't believe it's you guys!" Beau says excitedly and him and one of the boys hug through the fence. "Man, I've missed you guys."
I begin to feel like a third wheel and look behind me to make sure I could still see Dad. I mean, I don't need another spanking for running off. Dad looks towards me and nods and then heads our way. "Hello Beau, who's your friend," asks one of the men.
Beau smiles at them and then introduces me, "Mr. Thomas, this is my new brother, AJ."
I lean forward and shake the men's hands saying, "Hello, sirs. It's nice to meet you." Then two strong hands lay on my shoulders and suddenly I feel better. Looking up into Dad's face I give him a smile.
"Hi, I'm Jack," my dad says as he leans through the fence and shakes hands with the Thomases.
"Jack is my new Dad," Beau says proudly and hugs Dad's leg.
"That's great Beau. Nice to meet you, I'm Andrew and this is my husband, Ethan," says the taller Thomas. "You've got a great kid there, Jack. It was a pleasure to have him with us for as long as we did." Did he say, husband? I've never met two men that got married. I've seen it on TV, but never had a chance to talk to them. I have so many questions.
"Andrew, can the guys come play soccer with us?" Beau asks with excitement causing the other three boys to join into the asking.
Mr. Andrew asks Dad if that is okay and Dad says, "The more the merrier," and us four boys run off towards the soccer game.
I learn that their names are Max, his boyfriend- Grayson, and their little brother Josh. Watching Beau and the Thomases mix in with the rest of us kids is pretty cool. I've never met any of Beau's friends before or even heard him talk about them. Grayson is the tallest and his hazel eyes suit his face. He's tall and lean and seems to be athletic. Max looks to be just a little taller than Beau and way taller than me.
Suddenly Beau stops Max in the middle of the field and holds him by the shoulders, so he can get a better look at his face, "Oh cool, I never noticed before. Max, you have green eyes, just like AJ."
"What?" I say and join Beau looking into Max's eyes.
Max glares into mine and smiles saying, "Oh wow, I've never met someone with green eyes like mine, well, yours are more emerald than mine." Then he slaps my shoulder and says, "Look, we're going to be great friends. Us green eyed people have to stick together." Then he moves me to the side real fast and the soccer ball flies into his chest popping it up and he juggles it with his knees. He quickly measures the field and launches it across the arena in between the goalie barrels. Grayson congratulates his boyfriend and lightly touches Max's cheek. Max and Grayson are inseparable and the little touches they give each other tells me they really care for one another.
The smallest Thomas boy, um Josh, is still bigger than me, but not by much. He seems to be determined to run with the big boys, and I can feel my head begin to spin as I try to keep up with him. Then, as if I should have seen it coming, I stumbled down on my knees and the world spins around me. Beau's face appears in front of me. For a few seconds sound is blurred and then his voice cuts through the noise. "AJ, are you okay?" His hands help me up and he begins to brush the dirt and dust off me. Leading me by the hand, he takes me over to the water pump just outside the arena.
The water pump is one of those old fashion pumps that you lift up and pull down a long handle. Water comes splashing out into a shallow pool that horses normally drink from, but now, it serves as a concrete kiddy pool. I heave on my inhaler as the water gushes out the nozzle and splashes all over us soaking our jeans and rinsing a days worth of sweat from every body crevice. Max and Grayson, holding hands, jump into the shallow pool splashing us both and soon Josh joins us. We begin pushing each other into the stream of water and before we know it all the boys have joined us, laughing, splashing, and enjoying the moments of relief.
Dad is never too far from Beau and me, but to tell you the truth, I think Beau keeps a more of a watchful eye on how close Dad is to him and then he adjusts to make sure it's never far. Therefore, when it was time for lunch all it took is one of dad's whistles to get us to say our goodbyes and take off running towards him. Dad picks up the wet Beau and then pulls me close to him as we walk back to the trailer.
"You two are soaken wet," Dad says as he messes up my matted hair.
"Yeah, it feels better then sweat," I say happily as I look up to him. Beau's eyes and head are on a swivel. Looking out for something mixed in with the trailers on the way to our camper. I know some scary things happen to him here. He told me he was nervous about coming back, but also told me he thought it is something he has to do. I think it has something to do with how I'm so afraid of daddy. I could never be next to him or with him, knowing what he did to me or wants to do again. I feel bad for Beau. We get back to the camper and us boys change into our shorts and shirts, but not right away. Dad said since we could see the house from the camper, he would meet us there.
with his light blue briefs in his hand. I leave my underwear on the bed and creep up behind him. I softly lay my hands on his perfectly tanned back and he jumps a little. Laying my cheek on his back muscles, they ripple as he relaxes again as he returns to watching out the window. "We're safe. The door is locked, and Dad is watching us from the fire pit. Oh, and we're alone, to do whatever we want."
Beau side-eyes me and I kiss his back. He whispers, "AJ, I'm just not sure I'm ready to... the kissing is nice, and I love when you touch me, but I'm not sure I want to be intimate that way."
I kiss the back of his neck and near his ear making him exhale, he almost melts in my hands. "Then, let's kiss," I whisper as I lay him down on the bed. I startle him looking at his body, his eyes are closed and he's shaking.
I kiss his chest, and then, a nipple. A soft moan slips out along with his tongue to lick his lips. His hands caress my shoulders as I work myself up to his lips. Our lips meet and I allow all my weight to lay on his chest as he begins to take charge with the kiss. My hand gropes his abs and my right-hand slides down to his groin and I cup his balls. I move them around and rub the soft ball sack, gently and lovingly. His moaning and grunts begin to get louder, and his dick begins to grow in my hand to full size.
Our mouth's part leaving my tongue sticking out above Beau's mouth. Beau looks ashamed and I think he's about to cry.
"What's wrong?" I ask as he looks away from me, and his bottom lip begins to quiver. I scoot up and rest my bare bottom on his stomach. My hard on begins to soften and lays gently over my small balls. "I'm sorry, you said you liked it when I touch you. I guess, I just thought..."
"No, it's okay," he says wiping a tear away from his steel eyes. "I'm sorry it's so small."
I study his face and ask, "What's so small?"
He looks frustrated when he answers me, "Come on, AJ. My cock is tiny!"
"What? It is not," I say and push myself down his legs, so I can get a better look at his willy. He covers his face with his hands and begins to sob. Why does he think it's small? It look's average size to me, so before he takes his hand off his face, I lick his dick.
His body jerks scaring me a little, but I keep my face near his junk. He looks down at me and asks, "Don't you care that I'm small?"
My eyebrows go up as I think about his actions. "Beau, it's not small. I've seen a lot of different boy's privates and even seen a lot of boy porn that my Daddy used to make me watch over and over and your penis is about the size of every nine-year-old. And most importantly, I've wanted to suck on it since the first day I've met you." Then, I licked it again. "And I can't wait for you to be ready to slip it inside me."
He wipes his tears again and takes me gently by the face and pulls me to his lips. The kiss isn't that great because he's covered in tears, but I'd never change this moment for anything.
"Boys! Is everything okay in there. You seem to be taking a long time to change clothes," my mom says very loudly sending me scampering off Beau and searching for my underwear. The door opens with a click and Mom stays outside and keeps talking without coming in, "I'm coming in there, you better answer me if you want me to stay out here."
"I'm fine.... we're fine, Mom!" I shout with panic in my voice. I notice that the sound of shuffling around behind me becomes still, so I look at Beau and he seems beside himself with his underwear on backwards. He's staring at me; I have one leg in the wrong hole of mine. The silence is broken with a snicker at first.... then a giggle.... then laughter. We get dressed, the correct way, but it isn't easy, the room is kind of messy. Mom tells us both to calm down a couple times. Once we are dressed, mom comes in and checks the trailer to make sure we weren't doing something stupid. During the inspection, she decides that we were just being boys goofing around and walks with us towards the fire pit. The whole way, we exchange snickering faces and giggles.
I hope you are liking the last few chapters of Counting. If you have extra time, check out my other stories:
"Fire" is about a time when Zack, Zeke, and Alice share a quite time on the back porch one evening. I used to know what chapter it took place in but I've written so many, I just don't remember now. It was too short of a story to post on Nifty, but I thought it was interesting. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44356165
"Not Capable of Love" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/not-capable-of-love/
"Jaded" https://archiveofourown.org/works/46783999
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