Consider this the second edition of my story. I looked back at my early works and saw how much I have improved as a writer and thought it only behooved me to polish up what I had written. So, I went through and edited the story stylistically and structurally. The story is still the same, just shinier.
Note to readers:For those of you who have been asking about Opportunity Cost, I am not done with it. As son as I get done with all the re-writes, it will pick up right where it left off. It just took a while to write the next part because I knew where I wanted the story to go but not how to get there. But I have found the perfect segue and will start writing as soon as I can. Thank you all for your patience
Disclaimer: This is a homoerotic story I have written, so if you aren't allowed legally, morally or ethically to read it, then don't. And don't post this anywhere else without my expressed permission. Feedback is very much encouraged, so hit me up at bluedragon314@gmail.com
Ch. 4
The next morning, I woke up to muffled laughter. But it wasn't so much laughter as it was giggling, and it was coming from the bathroom in Brian's bedroom. I sat up and collected my wits, wondering what was going on in there.
I heard the shower turn off, but the laughter continued. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom burst open and out through the steam came Aaron's glistening back and ass followed by Brian's ripped body. They were holding each other closely and their lips were locked in a deep, fiery kiss. Aaron slammed Brian up against the wall as his tongue fought for superiority in Brian's mouth. Brian's hands were feeling up and down Aaron's waist and back, paying special attention to that round, shining ass.
All of a sudden, Brian broke from the kiss and said, "You'll need to move, Kyle. We're gonna need that."
I came to my senses and realized that I was in their way, not that I would've mind if they "played through." But not wanting to impede their progress, and feeling just a little embarrassed, I hastily got out of bed and made my way for the door.
"Hey, Kyle, enjoying the show?" said Aaron as he rubbed his leg up against Brian's muscular thigh, as if to rub it in that he was all over Brian and I wasn't.
It was working.
To spare myself any more teasing and embarrassment, I left the bedroom and went downstairs as their sounds of passion resumed. James was on the couch watching TV with the volume up really loud. He was trying not to make eye contact with anything but the screen. I sat down in my recliner, reveling in the images now burned deep into my mind.
From upstairs, I heard the trumpeting of furniture sliding across the floor followed by a loud thud. James turned the volume on the TV up even louder.
He looked over at me, making pointed gestures with the remote, and said, "When you get a boyfriend, make sure you aren't so loud. In fact, try to do it over at his house instead of here. I don't mind having you guys here and I don't mind that you're gay, but all that noise is putting images in my head that I'd rather not have."
"What's wrong?" I said. "Are you afraid of seeing another guy naked?"
"Of course not," he said. "I've seen Aaron naked plenty of times. I just don't want to think about my best friend having sex, least of all with a guy. It just feels really weird, and it'd be even worse thinking about my kid brother doing it."
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that any time soon," I said.
"Why not?" he asked. "Are you not interested in a boyfriend?"
"Of course I am," I said. "I'm just not quite sure about my ability to get one."
"There's plenty of places around here to pick up gay guys," he said. "There's some underage clubs downtown, and--"
"It's not that," I said. "I know how to find them, I just don't know if I can attract them."
"Are you kidding me?" said James. "First of all, you're my brother. And if genetics has anything to say about it, you are at least as good-looking as I am. Even Aaron says you have my cute smile. And Brian said he thinks you have a really hot butt."
"What?!" I said, sitting straight up. "Are you serious?"
"No, I made that last part up," he said. "But trust me, you will have no problem attracting other guys. And if they don't think you're cute enough, you can always wow them by reciting the atomic weight of chlorine."
"35.45 AMUs," I said.
"What?" asked James.
"35.45 atomic mass units," I said. "The atomic weight of chlorine."
"Smartass," said James as he threw a pillow at me.
Suddenly we heard shattering glass from upstairs followed by riotous laughter.
"What the fuck are they doing up there?" said James.
"I think you answered your own question," I said.
James tried to turn up the TV, but it wouldn't go any louder. So he tossed the remote in my lap and walked over to the dining room to get his iPod. He then made for the garage and I could hear him turning up his iPod very loud as he passed.
I turned the volume on the TV way down. I didn't mind the noise from upstairs, or the images it put into my head.
After a while, the noises stopped. I realized they were showing Star Trek IV on the TV, which I hadn't been paying much attention to. Then I heard Brian and Aaron come downstairs.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, my head spun around to try and catch a glimpse of what I had seen before. But they had clothes on this time (each in boxers and a t-shirt) and were holding hands instead of making out. They leisurely made their way into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Where's James?" asked Aaron.
"He's in the garage," I said. "Trying to think about anything but you two getting it on?"
"What? Has James turned into a homophobe all of a sudden?" said Aaron.
"No," I said. "He just thinks it's weird thinking about his best friend having sex."
"And what was it like to think about your best friend having sex?" Brian asked me.
That question as loaded as pirate on shore leave. I wasn't quite sure if I should answer it or not.
Brian laughed and said, "It's ok. I'm just teasing you."
Aaron leaned over and laid his head in Brian's lap and Brian gently stroked Aaron's hair. They looked so calm, so peaceful. There was a gentle glow about them. The blue in Brian's bright eyes seemed to sparkle and Aaron's brown eyes were alight with a warm glow. They looked so happy, nothing like what they were like last night.
"So what's up with you two?" I asked. "Last night you were at each other's throats and now you are acting like nothing's wrong."
"Obviously you've never heard of make-up sex," said Aaron.
"Sex is the great equalizer, Kyle," said Brian. "We all want it, we all like it and, when we're in the middle of it, we usually don't focus on anything else."
"So, when you're mad you just have sex and that fixes the problem?" I asked.
"We usually just forget what the problem was," said Aaron. "It's usually about something petty that didn't matter in the first place, and a quick romp in bed will get rid of any bad feelings."
"But you shouldn't say things that hurt Brian in the first place," I said. "If you love someone, you shouldn't say things that would make them feel bad. Right?"
"Sometimes it can't be helped," said Brian. "Sometimes you're mad or scared or excited and, without thinking, you hurt the one you love by mistake. Love is patient, and part of that is having the patience to let your lover cool down and remember that they didn't say what they did to hurt you."
"There was this one time," said Aaron, "when we were at my parents house and we were staying overnight in my room. We had been talking about having sex for a while but Brian was still unsure about it. I told him it was ok and that I didn't mind dating a prude. I didn't mean to sound so cold, but he was pretty hurt. He didn't even want to stay that night and went to stay over at your house instead. In the morning I went to apologize to him and, before I knew it, we were naked in his bed doing things I didn't even know were legal."
Aaron got a mischievous look on his face and his hand crept up Brian's leg and ventured into his shorts. Brian lightly smacked Aaron's butt and said, "Not here."
Sensing I might be in the way again, I said, "You know, since you guys are done and all, maybe I should go tell James he can come back in."
"No, wait," said Aaron. "I have an idea."
Aaron sat up and raised his voice, saying, "Are you sure, Brian? Do you really want to do that, especially with Kyle here and all?"
Picking up on Aaron's devious ploy, Brian loudly said, "Sure, I don't mind. You always said you wanted to do it while someone else was watching."
"But what if James comes in?" said Aaron, feigning concern.
"That's ok," replied Brian. "He can watch, too."
I heard the garage door open and we watched through the window as James ran out of the garage into his truck and started blasting hard rock. Then we all busted up laughing at my brother's acute case of homophobia.
"That was great," said Brian.
"Nice job with that whole 'he can watch, too' thing," said Aaron.
"Thanks," said Brian.
This little trick was the perfect segue for me to ask something that I had wanted to ask for the last six months, but had always been afraid to.
"But would you guys really ever let me watch you?" I asked.
"No," said Brian.
His quick response surprised me, and I kind of felt bad for asking.
"Don't feel bad about asking, though," said Brian. "We've talked about letting you watch before. We knew that you were bound to walk in on us some day and we needed to know if we would kick you out or ask you to pull up a chair. We decided that we don't want anybody watching us make love because we want it to be something special that only the two of us have."
I had often thought about that myself. I had walked by their room a number of times while they were getting it on and wondered what would happen if I opened the door just a bit. But I decided against it in case they didn't like it.
"We even considered having a threesome with you," said Aaron, quite matter-of-factly.
Now that was something I had considered at least one night a week. (I'll admit, I schedule my fantasy life. Brian and Aaron on Saturdays, Charlie Hunnam on Mondays and that cute guy in English on Tuesdays, for example.) But I had never though of hearing Aaron say they had considered the same thing, and frankly it was making me very excited.
"Yeah," said Brian. "Aaron said he was thinking about what it would be like to have a threesome. I said the only guy I would do it with was you since you are already close to us and since you have a cute butt. But we decided not to, again because we want sex to be our thing."
"Wait, what did you say?" I asked.
"I said that sex was our thing and no one else can be a part of it," said Brian.
"No, before that," I said.
"I think he's talking about when you said you like his ass," said Aaron.
"Oh, yeah," said Brian, bashfully. "Well, you do have a cute ass."
If I wasn't excited before, I sure was now. I had never thought of myself as cute or hot or exceptionally attractive, and the hottest guy I know just said he likes my ass. It was raising more than my self-esteem.
"You know, I was just talking with James about that," I said. "He said you liked my ass, but then said he was making it up."
"Well, I do," said Brian.
"And why would you be talking with James about your ass?" asked Aaron.
"I wasn't," I said. "I was talking about my ability to attract guys, or the lack there of."
"Well, I don't see anything lacking," said Brian. "You're a very cute boy."
"That's right. You have your brother's smile," said Aaron.
"And you have a very charming personality," said Brian. "If you were just more outgoing, you'd have to beat cute guys off with a stick."
"But that's just it," I said. "I'm not outgoing at all."
"You're a lot more outgoing than when I first met you," said Brian. "You just have to get used to hanging around people you don't know. And what are you laughing at, Aaron?"
"You said, 'beat cute guys off with a stick,'" said Aaron. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
"Oh, grow up Aaron," I said.
"You know what I think we should do?" said Aaron. "We need to give Kyle a crash course in outgoing behavior."
"And how would you do that?" I said.
"Take you clubbing," said Aaron.
"Sure, that's a great idea!" said Brian.
"No, it's not," I said "I hate clubs."
"You've never even been in one," said Brian.
"I don't care," I said. "If it's anything like a school dance, I don't want to go."
"It's nothing like a school dance," said Aaron. "It's a bunch of people who get together to hang out, listen to loud music, dance like idiots, try to get laid and score some drugs."
"That's exactly like a high school dance," I said.
"Sorry, I wouldn't know," said Aaron. "I went to private school. The most exciting social events we had were football and communion."
"Come on, Kyle," said Brian. "It'll be fun."
"I don't care," I said. "It's not my kind of thing. I don't like hanging out and bumping against random strangers."
"But that's how you'll become more outgoing," said Brian.
"I don't want to go, and nothing you say or do can make me," I said.
"I'll let you see me and Aaron naked," said Brian.
"Deal!" I said.
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