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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 52
So a quiet week went by really fast. My friends, or the inner circle, were scattered all over the place for a Friday night. Bryce was out with Lisa, trying to hold on to what was left of his senior year love affair, the straight one, that is. Jack was in D.C with his dad. Ginny was going out with Kyle. Jason was out of his town with his parents. I hadn't heard from Tristan this week. He had been moving through the halls quietly. Ty, well, Ty was at the club playing a challenge for second seat. On top of being a nervous wreck all week, he had pretty much thrown in the towel and said it was a loss before the game could be played.
Ashton Pecker, I'm sorry, did I say that? Ashton Becker was a private school boy who acted like he had signed some deal with Lacoste to feature their brand everyday. He was privately trained and played on both his school tennis team and the club tennis team. I figured he was using the set of leagues to bolster his scholarship money and get him a place on some priss-pot team at whatever ivy league school he would attend. Didn't matter. This was the club and it was Ty and everything was fair game. I gave him an amazing pep talk yesterday and one after school. He turned in early last night so that he would be rested. The unfortunate thing about the challenge games is that spectators are not allowed. They are private and witnessed by the team only. I would have loved to be there, and in fact, given I had the night to myself, I thought I might drive over to the club and just wait in the parking lot for them to finish, to be there, just in case, no matter the outcome...show my boy some luv!
Mom and dad were out which was fine with me. They were having dinner with the Mayor, Mr. Buxtehude and his wife. My mom's tone toward them had changed a lot since she had accepted the job working for him. My step dad didn't seem to have feelings one way or another. He was probably trying to figure out how to wrangle some legal work with the city, or with the mayor himself. In their world, it was all about connections and back scratching. I was happy that I had the house to myself. I ate the leftover shrimp pasta that mom had cooked the night before and I sneaked a glass of wine from the bottle left on the counter. As I was sitting on the couch preparing my next move, the drive out to the club, the doorbell rang. I asked myself what "fresh hell" was this going to be!
I opened the door to find a very waried Tristan Lane standing there, his eyes were red and he was fuming.
"Tristan, what's up? You ok?" I asked as he inched into the door, past me, taking a seat on the second step.
"Fuck, Josh, sorry to barge in but my mom and I just had a knock out fight and I'm exhausted. Do you mind?" he asked.
"Absolutely not. Come on back to the kitchen," I advised. I poured him a glass of wine from the bottle and handed it to him. He looked at it and laughed.
"What's funny? You look you need something to calm you down!"
"The fight we had was about her drinking!" and I cracked up laughing.
"Is it bad?" I asked. I kind of knew because Jack had eluded to it and Ty confirmed she has always gone through drinking spells.
"It's not like she's a sloppy drunk stumbling around the house. She's actually a high performing drunk," he said with a snicker. She's been going out with her friends a lot lately and they are always picking her up and dropping her off. She has that Volvo that just sits in the garage. What gets me is that she always has a glass of wine or a glass of gin in hand.``
"Well at least she's not rough about it. She's never looked like that kind of lady. She's always so put together," I offered.
"Yeah, she's not going to let her image go. The crazy thing is, Josh, she pours a glass, then sets it down and forgets she poured a glass and pours another! It's so stupid. Jack comes over and there's three or four glasses of something or another sitting around the house! Jack actually finished one of the glasses of gin for her!" When he laughed I joined him. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be funny.
"Let's go upstairs," I said. We went into my room and I stretched out onto my bed. He laid down beside me on his tummy and I put my arm over him. He kept rubbing his forehead.
"It's ok, Tristan. I'm sure you got your point across, whatever that point was."
"I was so judgemental," he whispered. "I hated talking to her like that. They have given me so much freedom and haven't interfered in my life. Maybe I owe them the same, I don't know."
"Well, you said they give you that freedom because you never give them any trouble and you make good grades. What if the situation changed and you came home drunk all the time and started screwing up classes?" I asked.
"That's a fair point. So you think it's ok if the kid jerks the parent's chain?"
"I think so, if it's for the right reason. What does your dad think?"
"Well he's always been so protective of her. He's the one who's afraid to confront her. He told me that until she starts trying to drive under the influence or if she gets crazy, he doesn't want to pick at her."
"Well, I think it really needs to come from him. Maybe your next assault needs to be at him," I said. He raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, not! Well maybe you're right. I should."
"In any case, it's over. You need to relax. It's quiet here. Ty's playing his challenge tonight."
"I know and I'm really anxious about the outcome. That Ashton is a real tool. I'm glad he's at the Academy and not our school. His friends are crazy and spoiled fucks on top of that!" I turned on my tv and there was some show on. I kept my arm wrapped over Tristan and he seemed to appreciate the affection. No, I was not thinking about how many ways I could fuck him in my bed. The way he looked and felt didn't make me feel that way. I was honestly glad I could be the comforter.
There were some funny lines in the tv show and we were laughing which told me Tristan was relaxed. I was glad for that. I had poured the remaining wine for us and we were sipping on them when a little after 9 pm, Ty stormed through the door, up the stairs and into my room.
"Ty!" I shouted, startled to see him come in so abruptly. I pulled my arm away from Tristan.
"What's going on here!" he barked and I hopped off the bed.
"Nothing Ty, really nothing. Tristan was having a bad..." and Ty started to cry, like "dropped his head into his hands" kind of cry.
"Hey, come on, Ty. We weren't doing anything, I promise," I said, as Tristan climbed off the bed.
"Ty, Josh was being a friend," Tristan said. Ty looked up at us.
"I know. I'm not worried about you two!" He sniffled. "I'm glad you're here, actually," he said with a snotty nose snicker. He got a funny grin and announced, "I won the challenge!" and oh my God, Tristan and I were so shocked.
"Yeah babe you did it!" shouted Tristan, jumping up and down. I reached over and let him fall into my arms.
"I knew you could do it," I said.
"Fuck, Josh, everybody's is blowing up. No one could believe that Ash could lose. He is furious, and I mean he's mad. He threw his tennis racket down and stormed off the court. Coach was really pissed."
"Uh-oh," said Tristan.
"Who cares? Did you offer him a tissue to wipe his nose with?" I asked. Ty laughed.
"It's not funny, Josh. He's a little bitch. I almost wished I hadn't won but..."
"You're glad you did!" I said and he laughed.
"It felt amazing, Josh." Tristan and I pulled him into my room and dropped him on the bed. We laid down on each side of him and let him tell the story. Ashton won the first set but Ty won the next two and the game point had to be extended twice because they kept tying. Tristan and I were both on pins and needles. He said in the last set, the team was so eerily quiet, like you could have heard a grasshopper land on the court.
"Josh, I can't believe I'm going to be playing in the second seat. I'm thinking two things," he said.
"I bet I know what they are," said Tristan. "One, you don't know what playing other second seaters will be like and if you lose to them it will look bad. Second, you know in two weeks, he's coming back for his seat. Right?"
"Yep, you got it, Tri," Ty said.
"Who cares if he takes it back? The big win is that you played your best and you had to have been amazing out there. Wish we could have watched," I said.
"I agree," said Tristan.
"So what were you two doing?" Ty asked. He gave us a suspicious look.
"Tristan had a fight with his mom and, well, he wanted to hang out here. He told me what was going on and I comforted him," I said, with some sarcasm.
"I bet you did," Ty said. Tristan laughed at the sarcasm and threw it right back.
"Oh if he had comforted me that way, you wouldn't be telling us your news until tomorrow. Oh Josh, I need some comforting!" snapped Tristan and he backed his ass up against my crotch. Ok, that got me a little aroused, causing us all to laugh.
"You staying over?" Ty asked.
"Can I?" Tristan replied.
"Yes!" I said, and they both looked at me and laughed.
It had gotten late and we were laying on the bed watching the small tv in my room. I don't know why we didn't move to the den but honestly we were so comfortable just piled up on the bed.
"Hey listen guys," Tristan announced. "I have to tell you something else but this has to remain between us. I mean it. It could cause a lot of trouble but I have to tell."
"Whatever!" said Ty. "You know our stuff always stays between us. What is it?"
"Well, it's just that, you see, things were...nevermind. I can't tell," Tristan sighed, looking down at the bed.
"Fuck that! You need to spit it out now. You got us going!" I said.
"Well, Roman turned real friendly after prom. He said that I showed real spunk and he was impressed. You know, flattering me and all. We were chatting and texting. He was so hilarious. Like, I couldn't wait for his next text kind of thing." I met the guy once and I didn't find him very engaging at all. Not sure what Tristan saw in him.
"And?" said Ty.
"Well, we met one day after school." Tristan bowed his head and ran his hands through his curly hair. "Oh fuck," he said in a high pitch.
"You didn't?" asked Ty.
"We did. Well, I did. I sucked him! There!" I was speechless and didn't feel compelled to say a word. Ty, well that was a different story.
"Tristan! You sucked off the new football quarterback? Roman? Seriously? I can't believe it! I mean, before, that was one thing but now, with Jack and all. Tristan," Ty said, quieting down.
"I didn't go looking for it. I don't think he did, either. He just didn't have his entourage around him and so we agreed to meet at the coffee house over behind the mall. I got into his mustang and we drove around. He was just so fucking cool about everything. Wanted to know how long I liked boys and all. He's really funny. He has a bit of "dreamy" to him as well. I had never noticed it before," Tristan said.
"I haven't noticed it either!" Ty said judgmentally.
"Don't judge, Ty. He's trying to be honest about it."
"Well..." and I interrupted Tristan.
"Just get to the good stuff. Was it good?" I asked and Tristan giggled.
"Such a perv!" shouted Ty, who had rolled onto his side to face Tristan.
"Oh fuck was it! He wasn't miserably large like Jordan but he got hard and fast. He let me kiss him and I unzipped his pants and that thing popped out of his boxers. I couldn't get down on it fast enough!" said Tristan in an excited voice.
"And he didn't try to stop you?" I asked.
"Oh no. He leaned back. Once they lean back, you got `em," Tristan said.
"Did he cum?" asked Ty.
"Oh yeah," Tristan said quietly. "It was very intense. We were about to go a second time when his phone went off and he had to go. He said he knew I wouldn't bust him on this and I won't, except for you two. Please don't..."
"We won't Tristan. We have all stepped over the line."
"What about Jack?" asked Ty.
"Well, it doesn't concern him. I mean, Roman isn't going to fuck me. He just wanted some head." Tristan was quiet for a moment looking at us. "You know you can only drink so much coca-cola and then you need a pepsi! I don't care if you like it or not. I just needed to tell you. Besides, Ty had Jordan all these years so I'm going to have Roman!"
"I'm not judging, Tristan. In fact, I was already suspicious," I said.
"How is that?" asked Ty.
"I saw them come out of school one day together, practically rubbing against each other. I wondered what was going on then," I said.
"That would have been the day," Tristan said.
"He was stand-offish for a day or two after that but he's texting me now. It's all friendly stuff. He hasn't said anything flirty or sexual since then. Oh my God, his dick was amazing," Tristan said, then sighed, then looked at the tv. I looked over at Ty who was smiling and shaking his head.
"So, Jack..." I said before I was interrupted.
"Nothing to do with him," said Tristan.
"You have to be careful messing with the athletes, Tristan. We've talked about it, remember?" said Ty.
"I know I know. I like them though and it might be only momentary fun but it's still fun. All those pheromones and, oh fuck," he said in a hiss.
"I get it," I said. "Just please be careful. These guys will throw you under the bus if it comes to their reputations," I suggested.
"I know," Tristan said quietly.
It was nearing 11:30 and I figured the parents would be home soon. And no sooner than I had that thought, we heard car doors in front. The car service was dropping the parents off from their night out.
"Quick, let's get up," demanded Ty.
"Fuck that," I said. Tristan cracked up. "We aren't doing anything wrong. We're just three friends watching tv. Get back on the bed," I told Ty. He smiled.
The parents clomped up the stairs. It was evident mom was sharp but Bill looked like he had one too many. He probably needed it to get through the evening.
"Well," said mom. When she came into the room. "Don't you all look...comfy!" she chirped.
"Just watching some tv. How was the dinner?" I asked.
"It was great. We really had a good time. I was very impressed," mom said. Then, Bill came in behind her and looked at the three of us piled up on the bed.
"Well, looks like everyone is home and safe. How are you, Tristan?" Bill asked.
"I'm good sir. Thank you. Big night with the Buxtehudes?" Tristan replied.
"You could say that," Bill laughed. "Ty, you have some news for us?"
"Oh yes," Mom said, just remembering. .
"So," Ty said quietly, teasing them. Baiting them. "I won!" he shrilled. Mom's eyes popped wide open. Bill got a big grin real quick. Tristan put his arm over Ty and gave him a one-armed squeeze.
"Ty, that's fantastic. I am so proud," and he eased over to Ty and put his hand on his back. "I know that took some effort. Well done!" Bill commented.
"Congratulations, Ty. That really is impressive," Mom said. "Tomorrow, let's go to lunch. It's on me!" she said humorously.
"Well you can't expect these two to pay for theirs!" shouted Tristan, getting wrapped up in the moment. We all laughed. Mom and dad left to go to bed. They looked tired. I'm sure Mr. Buxtehude kept them on their toes through the whole evening.
And because Ty and Tristan were both they slipped back to Ty's room to turn in. I so wanted to go with them. I wanted to stay glued together for the whole night. It had been so long since Tristan had stayed over and I was so revved about Ty winning that match. He was my man and just when you thought he couldn't get any better, he did! Its not so funny is it, when the little gay kid in your high school can beat the second seat player on the tennis team. I mean, let's be real. Ty is not privately trained and he isn't but so athletic. He rarely works out and I don't know where he gets his firm build. In fact, that win could have been more about Ashton's game than Ty's. But, in sports, it doesn't matter. Ty won the match and that's all there is. Good for him, I say.
I wasn't particularly tired and I really wanted to stay up and party but those two pansies just had to turn in. I think I dozed because I woke up around 2 am and the tv was still on. I got up and took a piss. I couldn't resist peeking so I opened the bathroom door and saw Ty and Tristan sleeping in Ty's bed. I crept through the room and stood by the bed. I could smell them, the mix of bodies and colognes. Oh my God, was I horny. I got the super erection just standing there. Ty was sleeping on his back with the cover half way up. Tristan was on his tummy with one leg kicked out. His ass was so gorgeous, formed and shaped in his tight underwear. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping and waking with Ty but it would be good with Tristan too. "In fact," I thought to myself. What was it Keith Burch said at prom? You only get one chance to change the world? So I thought, "I'm going to change it! Hell with rules and consequences and all that shit."
I reached down and felt Ty's cock through his underwear. He stirred. I reached over and gripped Tristan's ass cheek with the palm of my hand. It was so firm and plump. His leg kicked gently. I went back to Ty's cock and he woke up with a start.
"Hey," he whispered.
"Shhh," I said, using my finger to cover my mouth. He grinned.
I gripped him and he began to stiffen.
"So bad!" gasped Ty. I pulled his undies down and took his cock in my mouth. It tasted good and salty. His legs tensed. I pulled away from his cock and leaned over him and lifted Tristan's undies just a bit and bit into his ass cheek. He let out a surprised groan. He lifted his head and turned to see me.
"Josh!" he whispered. Then he looked over to see Ty grinning. "Oh," he said quietly.
"Somebody's being bad," Tristan sang.
"Oh he is," said Ty.
"Shut up, both of you," I said and as I crawled in between them, I said, "We are much too close to the end to worry about everybody else. I'm sorry but it started with you two and it's always going to be you two!"
I took them into my arms. I leaned to my right and Ty was right there ready for the attack I put on his lips. I knew his lips inside and out. I would know his lips if I were deaf and blind and didn't know anything else. His tongue slipped into my mouth bringing his warm spit behind it. Tristan put his arm over my chest and rested his hand on Ty's arm. I broke from Ty and looked to my right. Tristan's eyes were glowing in the dark. I swear he must be a vampire, thinking back to when I first met him and he was sparkling. I kissed him. His soft lips melted onto mine. He moaned from down deep. Ty leaned over and kissed my neck. I pulled them both close. I don't have to tell you that I was raging hard.
I turned back to Ty who leaned upward and assaulted my face, pushing my head in between the pillows. Tristan's hand gripped my cock. I thought I would cum right then! Tristan put his tongue in my ear and swirled it around leaving a wet trail of saliva. He made sucking noises in my ear that caused my whole body to stiffen. Then he turned and went down to my dick and took it in his mouth. I could see why the athletes liked him so much. He had mad skills. I would have loved for him to suck me all the way. Then, in a surprise move, Ty broke from my face led Tristan back to us and he lunged into Tristan's face! Their lips met in a kiss that was destined to happen. Ty put his right hand on Tristan's cheek and cradled it as they made out. Watching this was hotter than any porn I had ever seen! Ok, I had seen enough. I leaned forward and they scooted in next to each other. They both had amazing looks on their faces. Their bodies were so beautiful. Their dicks were hard. This thing had really thrown them off guard and you could tell they were wondering what was coming next.
I lifted Ty's legs to expose his smooth ass and hole. I bent down, ran my tongue over his hole and began to tongue him and eat him out. His legs jerked and convulsed in response.
"Oh fuck, that's so hot!" whispered Tristan.
"Be quiet, you're next!" I told him. I pulled away from Ty's ass and a string of spit clung between my mouth and his ass. Tristan lifted his legs slowly, looking in anticipation. I moved over to him and gave him the same. I remembered his taste immediately. His plump ass cheeks wanted to cling together and I had to work to get into his hole. He was clean but a little sweaty. It drove me nuts. I peeked up and he and Ty were kissing again. I thought it was over for me as I felt my dick pulsate. I had to stop. I was too close to cumming.
I moved back to Ty and lowered myself onto him. He looked at me with surprise in his eyes. He had just came to the conclusion that he was going to get fucked in front of Tristan. I pressed but I couldn't get in. Tristan grabbed some lube and poured it on his finger. He pushed his finger into Ty and moistened things. My arms were trembling as they held me up in the plank position. He pulled his finger out and ran it down my cheek.
"Do it," Tristan commanded. I pressed in with greater ease this time. "Aw hell!" I hissed. Ty gasped. As many times as I had done this before, this time felt like a first. There was an electricity I had never felt. There was some kind of intensity that I'm not sure if teens are supposed to feel. I began a slow grind in and out of his ass. His legs were bent upward and were almost resting beside his head. I kissed him. Then Tristan pulled my face up and kissed me then kissed Ty.
"This is it, babe," he said to Tristan, gasping. "This is how it is," he uttered.
"It's amazing, Ty. You two are so fucking hot!" Tristan said.
"Josh!" Ty snapped. I froze, not sure if something had gone wrong. "Get up," he said gently. I eased out, my cock leaping upward toward the ceiling and leaned up on my knees. Ty rolled from under me and on top of Tristan. "Oh my fucking God!" I thought. Was Ty going to fuck Tristan? Was I going to try and stop him?
Tristan wrapped his legs around Ty's waist and they began to make out. They rubbed their dicks together. I slipped in between them and Tristan's cock pushed into my mouth then I moved slightly and Ty's entered. The precum was flowing like crazy. It did not appear that Ty was going to fuck him as this looked more like a pretend fuck so I got behind them and pushed my middle finger into Ty's ass. I did the same to Tristan who moaned. I began fingering them like it was the end of time. They rocked back and forth, holding on to each other for dear life. They gasped and hummed. Suddenly, Tristan's body froze up and tensed.
"Uhhhh!" he gasped. "I'm cumming!" he said and his cock flooded his load in between his and Ty's bodies.
"Keep going, Josh!" Ty demanded. I pulled my finger out and placed my cock at his hole and pressed into him. I entered him and was only in for a hot minute when he threw his head back and sighed, loud and hard. He came. I recognized the signals. His ass tightened around my dick. That was it for me. I pulled out. They parted and I could see the huge cum loads smeared on their torsos. I grabbed my cock and shot an incredible load. Some landed on Tristan and a good long shot pelted Ty. Tristan's hands were behind his head and his legs were spread. Tristan knew sexy and he knew he was sexy. He looked so at ease. Ty leaned up and took my cock into his mouth and sucked out whatever was left. My muscles were exhausted. My head was reeling with voices and thoughts. Was this one of the most amazing things I had done? I was sure it was.
We all remained in place for a minute. Tristan was the first to move. He turned his body toward Ty and said, "that was supposed to happen one day, Ty. I'm fucking glad it did. I hope you're ok, sweetie."
"Oh Tristan, I have wanted it too. It didn't go as far as I would've liked but it was amazing. I love you," Ty said.
"Never mind me," I said. They looked up at me from their backs and giggled. They pulled me down and we heaped our bodies together, Ty and Tristan on each side of me. Ty tightened his body to my right side and Tristan pulled into my left.
"What about Jack?" asked Ty.
"Please not now," Tristan said. "Some things are bigger than him. Besides I suspect he's already done the same thing with somebody else," he said softly, without emotion.
"Huh?" I asked.
"I said not now. Please don't ruin the most special night," Tristan said. He gasped and I could tell he had started to cry. I rolled quickly onto my side and Ty peered over me.
"Tristan, baby!" Ty said.
"There's fun and there's boyfriends. Then, there's something else and I don't know what it is but it's you two. It's most always been Ty but it's been Josh since last October. I feel things and I sound stupid," Tristan gasped. He calmed down, as Ty and I laid there with him. I was totally feeling it. Waves of feelings swept over me. While there was Ty and my feelings for him, there were feelings for other people as well. Ginny and Bryce, and yes, Tristan. Even feelings for my friends at home. I wouldn't imagine having an intimate encounter with Diesel. Had only thought about that once or twice but Micah? Probably. The fact is, and we understand it better some day later in life, our hormones were probably at fault for us using sex to express our love for each other. I suspected it was always the case for teenagers. To say you love someone is only good for the moment. All it would take is one thing to happen and that moment would be forgotten. To put sex on it, made it real. And the affection we had for each other was real. It had always been real. It would always be real.
"It's time to stop worrying about it. Tristan, I love you and have since I met you. I might never love anyone like I do Ty but you? You're special and there is something that goes beyond boyfriends and labels like that. I am so thankful for whatever life changes I had to go through that I could know you both. Fucking incredible," I whispered as I laid my head back on the pillows. Ty kissed my cheek and said, "I agree. You're right, Josh" and Tristan curled up alongside me.
I woke around 6 and had to pee. It was the longest walk of my life out of that room and back to my own. I woke again around 8 when I heard Bill say something to my mom on his way down the stairs. He was going to the office to do some work. I think he wanted Ty and me to do some weed work in the garden. I had to be at work at 11.
I was taking a shower around 9 when Ty stormed into the bathroom. "Josh Josh, you need to get out of the shower. I need you!" he shouted.
"What! What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped as he jerked the shower curtain away.
"Josh, it's bad. There's gonna be trouble! Hurry up!" he ordered. I rinsed and dried myself and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked into Ty's room where he and Tristan were sitting on the bed together. There was no mention of last night so I wasn't sure if that was the problem.
"Ash called," said Tristan. "It's bad," he said.
"Be quiet, Tristan," said Ty. "Let me tell it."
"What happened?" I asked, not sure how to process what was happening.
"Ash called. I was surprised to see his name on my phone. Tristan grabbed his phone and pressed voice recordings and recorded us. This is what he said," said Ty. He lifted Tristan's phone and pressed the play back.
"Hey Ty!" barked Ashton. I could tell his snobby southern drawl. He sounded hostile. "You little prick. You don't know what..."
"Hey Ashton, listen..." said Ty.
"Shut up and don't interrupt me you fag! My dad is mad. My coach is mad. Everybody's fucking mad! You are going down for this! You should've minded your own business and stayed at number three! You are to-tal-ly go-ing down!" and then he hung up. All was quiet. Tristan was pale. Ty was biting his lower lip.
"What the fuck?" I asked. "Can't that spoiled piece of shit come up with anything better than that?" I asked. "Let him try something. Just let him!" I shouted.
"Josh, calm down. I don't know what he thinks he can do to me."
"Maybe when he takes it back in two weeks he will calm down," suggested Tristan.
"Yeah maybe," said Ty. "Let's hope so. I don't want any trouble on the tennis team."
"When do you have to go back?" I asked.
"We have a practice this afternoon for the matches tomorrow," Ty said.
"Play it cool and don't rouse him," I said. "Test the waters when you get to the club. He won't show his ass there," I said.
"Don't mention the call or try to talk it over with him," said Tristan. "It will only stir things up."
"You're right," I said. I thought Ty was going to bite his lip so hard he would make it bleed. I took his fact into my hand and lifted it by his chin. "Hey babe, you did nothing wrong. Don't worry, ok?" I asked, calming him down.
"I have to go guys. I have to assess the damage from yesterday," Tristan said, reaching for his shoes and slipping them onto his feet. "Thank you. Thank you both for last night. It was what I needed on so many levels. Ok? And Ty, don't let that fucker scare you. He's just a brat!" He kissed Ty on the cheek and gave me a smooth kiss on the lips. Then he headed for the door to leave. Ty and I remained where we were. I was so worried about Ty and this new perceived threat.
Ty and I went downstairs. Although Ty was upset, he chose not to show it or discuss what happened. No need getting everyone wound up.
I was at work at 3 pm when the call came from Ty. He was crying.
"What is it, Ty? What's happened?" I asked, trying to keep a steady voice.
"He's done it. Ash has really done it," Ty said, heaving and hiccupping.
"What?" I asked, sternly.
"He's outed us," Ty said and cried some more.
"What do you mean "he's outed us"?" I asked.
"He told a bunch of people that I was in love with my stepbrother and is probably fucking him and he posted a picture of you and me out on that date. Remember the pic that Brett had? I guess Brett gave him a copy of it. It's over Josh. We're ruined," Ty said, and he hung up.
First, my heart sank. Then my hands shook. Then I stomped my right foot and kicked the trash can that sat by the garage clear across the lot, that just missed a very expensive car.
"Josh! What the hell is wrong with you?" asked the supervisor, dropping his rag on the hood of a car and walking over to me.
"There's been some trouble at home. It's bad but I don't know how bad. I'm going to have to go. I'm sorry but I have to," and my voice was shaking and he knew I wasn't kidding.
"Get your towels up and head out. You're clearly upset." I did as he asked and ran to my car. Starting the vehicle up, I swore out loud. "God Dammit!" I screamed. "That fucker doesn't know what he's done!" I pulled out of the dealership quickly and raced home. So many thoughts went through my head. What the fuck were we going to do now? How the hell did such a beautiful night turn into such a terrible day? Why weren't we allowed to have a beautiful night without it going into a nightmare state! What was "the empire" going to say when they found out. Why the fuck didn't I have Keith Burch's number in my phone!!! I needed help and had no one to turn to. I ran a stop light and I heard someone blow their horn at me.
"Calm down, stupid!" I said to myself. "You're going to wreck the car and we don't need that shit again!" I tried to slow my heart rate and get my thoughts in order. How did he get that picture from Brett Winters? We hadn't heard anything from him in months. He said "probably" meaning he doesn't have evidence. Let's just see. And I didn't have to wait long to see. I pulled along the curb on Park Avenue and just did get out of the car when I looked up at the house. The front door slowly opened. My mother and my step father walked through the doorway onto the front porch. Ty came out behind them.
"Oh fuck," I said to myself. The longest walk from Ty's room to mine early this morning was nothing compared to the walk from my to the house. I wondered if I had had a stroke because it seemed my legs could barely move. "Napoleon marched across Europe faster," I thought.