Carter and the Biker Boy

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Carter and the biker boy

Chapter 28

Just as the weathermen predicted, we got a lot of snow. At five-thirty in the morning the email came out saying that all classes were canceled for the day, and travel by car was not recommended. At six, Mom called to check in to make sure I was okay. She told me she would have to stay at the hospital until the storm subsided. There was a good chance that she would not be able to come home until tomorrow morning since she had to work later tonight.

Apparently we already got over fourteen inches of snow with possibly as much as five more inches before the storm moved on. The winds were then supposed to pick up, causing bad drifting. The email from school warned us that school would probably be canceled tomorrow as well. We would be expected to do e-learning tomorrow if that turned out to be the case.

Wyatt was still sleeping when I looked at him after coming back to my room from using the bathroom and talking to my mom. He had taken the covers off and was sleeping on his back, and looked very handsome laying there and my eyes scanned the length of his thin frame stopping to notice something that was indeed awake. I couldn't help but notice him and it was nice. Of course it caused a response from me as well, but I quickly dismissed the notion of getting close or touching him or even crawling back in bed with him.

I did the right thing. I went out to the living room and sat on the sofa watching the snow fall outside. My thoughts drifted all over the place trying to make sense of what had transpired last night between Wyatt and me, talking about Dylan and what he had done to both of us. There were no cars on the road, and the world outside my living room window looked white, pure-like. I pondered our conversation and found no feasible solution. I was almost asleep when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Parker.

< Hey babe how are you? Awake yet? How about the snow? Pretty cool huh?

I had to think quickly in case he wanted to come over. Judging by the snow, Wyatt would not be allowed to drive home. So if Parker did decide to walk down, I would have to warn him about Wyatt being here.

< Good morning my love. I am good. I really miss you! Crazy weather huh? At least we get a couple of days off!

< Yup, so cool! Your mom home?

< No. She had to stay at work.

I was then ready for his next question.

< Can I come over?

< Call me please.

I knew he would be perplexed why I wanted him to call, and as soon as I answered his call, he asked what was going on. I filled him in on what transpired last night between Wyatt and me. He listened carefully, pausing when I told him some of the unpleasant details. When I finished giving him the condensed version he sighed, and it was quite clear that he was very much appalled at what transpired between Wyatt and Dylan.

"So I take it Wyatt spent the night with you correct?"

"Yes. He is still sleeping." And without really thinking much about it I told Parker that Wyatt was sleeping in my bed and that we have both slept in the same bed. There was a pause from Parker that made me realize what I just said and how it could be misconstrued for something worse than what it was. "Did you and him...." I interrupted him and quickly and emphatically responded that we had not, nor did either of us want anything from each other sexually.

"I'm sorry for making that assumption, babe. You did the right thing and truly are a good friend to Wyatt. So can I come down so together the three of us can make sense of this?"

"Of course you can mi amor. Please be careful. Are your parents home?" I asked.

"No. Dad took Mom to work in his four wheel drive truck. I will walk. Good thing I still have my cold weather gear AND it still fits me!"

We both laughed and before long he was here. We embraced, and kissed each other for maybe ten minutes or more. His now more muscular body felt so good against mine that I was instantly as hard as he was. We both needed each other badly but knew that Wyatt could wake up at any moment. So instead we sat together watching television, occasionally stealing a kiss.

Shortly after the first program ended, I heard the toilet flush, so I knew Wyatt was awake. When he came out to the living room and saw us sitting together he immediately apologized to Parker for interrupting our time together. Parker shook his head and told him that it wasn't an issue at all for him. In fact, Parker apologized to Wyatt for what happened to him at the hands of our perpetrator. The two then hugged, Parker held Wyatt tightly, reassuring him that everything would be okay.

"Anybody hungry? I asked and both agreed that we were all hungry. Since Mom had been teaching me to cook, I offered to make chorizo with eggs and flour tortillas. We ate nearly two tubes of chorizo, almost eight eggs, and nearly a dozen of flour tortillas. We also finished the half gallon of orange juice. Finally we were full. Both Parker and Wyatt helped me clean up the kitchen, and once it was clean, we went back and began to talk about what happened to Wyatt.

"We need to figure out what sort of action we can take that guarantees that Dylan doesn't hurt anybody else like he hurt us." Parker began. "The worst part of this entire mess is that I wonder if Dylan is aware of what he's done to us? And maybe if he does, then he has to realize that I don't want to come out, and neither do you, right Carter?" I nodded my head in agreement and then Parker added more thoughts.

"Wyatt, are you not willing to come out either are you okay with everyone knowing?"

Wyatt paused before he spoke. "I am a senior here, so my time is short. I just am afraid of being the victim that gets Dylan in trouble, you know? Is it fair to ruin his future and be labeled as an offender for life?"

Parker got upset now.

"Wyatt! Dude! Did he think about your feelings when he raped you? Not once, but twice? Was that fair to YOU? What about us? You're not the first and probably not the last. Oh this is just a mess! "

Suddenly a very eerie thought came to my mind. So eerie that it gave me chills.

"This is completely hypothetical, and I could be way out in left field, but he called you Dayne, right?" I asked Wyatt. " Do you think Dylan had something direct to do with Dayne's death? Did he ever mention anything to you before about his brother?"

Wyatt was now deep in thought. "No, but here is something totally freaky. I did see a picture on the hutch in the family room at his house and it was of twins, babies that if you really think about it could be Dylan and Dayne."

I felt chills run down my spine, and they weren't from the frigid wind that had started to blow the snow against the window in the front of the house. I hadn't thought about Dylan and Dayne being twins. The story Dylan told me about what happened to Dayne seemed credible. Why would I have any reasons to doubt him? At the time when he called me Dayne when he was rough with me, I had accepted his story. But now? How could Wyatt's theory be verified?

I brought this up to Wyatt and Parker. We thought about it and at the same time we both said, "Chase might know!"

"That's a great idea," Wyatt agreed. "Chase has known Dylan longer than we have, so maybe that's a great place to start. If Dylan lied to you Carter, then we have a place to start to figure out why he is the way he is."

I nodded my head in agreement. "We could get an understanding at least, right?"

Surprisingly, Parker angrily spoke up rather quickly.

"Wait! You guys are trying to accuse Dylan of sexually abusing both of you and you're thinking about WHY he did it and are questioning his mental state of mind and are feeling sorry for him? Seriously? Um this affects me in some pretty serious ways! Yes he abused and raped you, Wyatt. Babe, clearly he abused both of us. But if we take this thing really deep, we had better think about the consequences WE might face. Have you thought about that? Again, are you ready to come out at school? Your mom is so supportive and great. But my parents are not. They will send me away to some private school back in Texas. Babe, we will be restricted from seeing each other. Are you ready for that to happen?"

I looked down at that damn bad spot in the carpeting again. Parker was right and I couldn't stand the thought of losing him. In my own mind, heart, and soul I knew that coming out at school was something that was going to happen sooner or later. I wanted to survive my freshman year and establish myself as a good student who gets good grades before I reveal the real me at school. The fear of being exposed before I'm ready would be difficult and would mean the end of Parker and me.

"So what are your thoughts, babe?" Parker impatiently interrupted my thoughts and my blank stare at the carpeting. With a pensive but fearful look in my eyes, I drew a deep breath as I tried my best to find a way out of this mess. It was as if my choice was to like fight or fly. Wyatt almost had the same look on his face.

"Why don't we just try to cut his dick off?" I replied, trying desperately to lighten the mood.

Both Parker and Wyatt began to laugh hysterically. "A beautiful dick like that? Are you serious?" Parker replied. You have to admit that we're all envious..."

Wyatt interrupted. "Yeah a great dick, but too bad its owner is so messed up."

After we laughed hysterically for a few minutes, the mood returned to dark, thinking about what we needed to do. Parker then added some comic relief of his own.

"He does have pretty big balls too you know, and maybe if we cut them off, his dick won't matter and then he won't want to have sex anymore. Imagine?" Wyatt and I both immediately grabbed our crotches as the mere thought of losing our balls scared the crap out of us.

"But seriously guys, what can we do, I mean realistically?" Parker once again brought the tone of the conversation back to a serious level, despite us still thinking about being without our God given prized possessions.

Wyatt was at a loss for words. He was actually staring at the same hole in the carpet I was staring at. Searching for answers, searching for words, my fifteen year old mind then went into investigative mode, founded on knowledge earned from watching too many episodes of crime drama shows. "Wyatt, I hate to bring this up. But if we're going to do anything to accuse Dylan of rape, we're going to need evidence, right?" Wyatt looked up from the hole in the carpet and nodded his head in a tentative manner. "You had mentioned something about your white Tommy underwear having, um, blood stains, right?"

"Yeah..." He replied tentatively and with apprehension.

"Do you still have them?" I asked again with hesitance.

"Actually I threw them away, and yesterday was garbage day."

"Oh, okay. Well that kind of blows that approach. I think if we are going to make an accusation of rape to the police, we're going to need some hard evidence, otherwise it's not going to stand up at all." Both Parker and Wyatt looked at me like I was full of crap, but unfortunately, it only made sense. "I don't know. I can...ask my Mom when she gets home what can be done, and we can go from there. But I seriously think, guys, that unless we've got something to support our accusation, anything we try to do legally will be laughed at unless we have evidence."

Now Wyatt and Parker looked at each other and as Wyatt hung his head, he agreed that I was probably right.

So I asked both of them again.

"Do you want me to talk to my mom?"

Silence fell amongst us again as my words forced us to decide if we really wanted to jump off this precipice.

The moments long silence was interrupted by the snippet of a country music song on Parker's phone, signaling a call from his dad.

"Hey Dad, what's going on?" Parker answered the call from his dad. "Yeah, I'm still at Carter's house. Not much, we've just been playing video games and all that stuff. Yeah, talking about this hot girl we met at school. I think she's hot after me and not so much for Carter, dad. Hey, don't get so upset Carter! So what's up dad?"

Wyatt and I were just about ready to lose it and started throwing the pillows from the ends of the sofa at Parker, almost knocking the phone out of his hand.

"Okay Dad, thanks. Yeah, I'll be waiting. Bye." After ending the call with his dad, Parker picked up the pillows from the floor and threw them back at us. "Alright, you guys want a war? Remember I'm on the wrestling team!" We each just responded with "Ooooh, scary wrestler boy!"

"That's it!" First Parker tackled me, and we started rolling around on the ground while Wyatt just sat cross-legged on the sofa, cheering me on. But then to my surprise, Parker got up and tackled Wyatt, dragging him onto the floor. He was just as surprised as me, but before we knew it, all three of us were wrestling around on the floor. It wasn't long before Parker pinned Wyatt, counted to three, and raised his hand in victory. He then tackled me, and I was laughing so hard that he pinned me in less than three seconds.

The three of us sat on the floor now, realizing to ourselves that we were hard. It was a moment that in any other situation might lead to us going further, but both Parker and I knew that wasn't going to happen in front of Wyatt, and it was obvious that Wyatt was mildly embarrassed as he got back up from the floor and sat back on the sofa and almost immediately hid his erection with the toss pillow.

We all looked at each other and laughed again at the obvious that each of us noticed, including Wyatt as he stole a few glances at both of our sweatpants. An awkward moment of sorts, but then Parker and I embraced, our slightly sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, causing us to get even more aroused.

Our embrace ended in a deep passionate kiss, right in front of Wyatt, who was now looking at his phone, or so we thought. We broke our embrace just in time before Parker's dad drove up to the house in his big four wheel drive truck.

"Okay, guys, I gotta go. Love you, babe." Parker winked as he quickly put on his boots and grabbed his coat, hat, and gloves. "I'll text you later after I think about what to do, okay?"

We both nodded our heads, and I opened the door to let my boyfriend out. I waved to his dad as Parker trudged through the nearly two feet of snow on the ground. The frigid December air cut through my sweats and chilled me enough that I shut the door quickly. The cold caused my erection to completely dissipate, and as I closed the door and sat on the sofa, when Wyatt removed the pillow from his lap, my quick glance detected that he was indeed still hard.

"So what should we do about the whole Dylan thing?" I asked Wyatt again.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I think I have an idea." He replied. Taking a deep breath, he began to unveil his plan.

Wyatt detailed his plan to me, and I have to admit it was a decent plan. Basically it involved the three of us going to the birthday party, which of course all three of us were invited. Beyond that, the details would be unveiled once we got together with Parker again, maybe as soon as tonight or tomorrow. Parker promised to text or call me later after his parents went to bed to discuss any sort of plans, so that might be good enough of an opportunity to discuss what should be done.

It was almost three-thirty, and I'd yet to hear anything from my mom. Chances were pretty good that she'd have to stay at the hospital now, since this was the normal time she would wake up. Just as I thought, my phone rang, and it was her.

"Hola mi amor, How are you?"

"I'm okay, mama. How are you? How did you sleep?"

"I slept okay, about as good as a person can sleep at work. I miss my bed and seeing my Angelito. Is your friend still there with you? Como se llama?" "Se llama Wyatt. Si, todavia esta conmigo. Probablemente se quedará en la casa otra vez esta noche." I told her that yes, he would probably stay the night again, providing the roads were still bad.

"Esta bien mi amor, cuidate mucho esta noche. El es como ti, verdad?"

I told her that yes, I would take care of myself and that yes, Wyatt is like me. She then told me to be careful and remember about Parker and what we have and not to mess that up. I told her that Wyatt is a good guy so don't worry about me doing something I might regret later. She told me there was enough food left from earlier in the week to warm up: some enchiladas, quesadillas, and even some carne asada with refried beans and red rice left. She told me to be careful and that hopefully she would see me in the morning, if they had the roads plowed. She had heard that the wind was supposed to blow all night and that the snow plows probably would not go out until morning at the earliest. She had to go then and said that she'd try to call me later on her break.

Wyatt and I were both hungry and as we went to kitchen to start warming up the food, we noticed the clouds in the west were clearing and the sun's bright orange ray nearly blinded us as we gazed out of the kitchen window. The strong northwestern winds had picked up, blowing the light fluffy snow everywhere. It would be a cold, blustery December night. Thanks to the winds, we now had a drift along the side of the house that was almost as high as my bedroom window. There was also a drift in the front of Wyatt's car that was as tall as his trunk lid. So even if he wanted to leave, it wouldn't be happening tonight.

I turned on the evening news and of course the coverage of the snowstorm/blizzard was all that was on. We had received close to nineteen inches, and some areas in the city received almost twenty-two, a record. With winds set to gust out of the northwest at twenty-five to thirty miles per hour, wind chills were expected to be several degrees below zero. Needless to say we were quite elated when the reporter said that all schools in the area would be closed tomorrow, but most would be using an e-learning day, so we had to check our school's website or wait for a call from the school in the morning. Needless to say, since we did not have school tomorrow, Wyatt would not be able to go home tomorrow as the sheriff of Winnebago County declared all streets closed and non-essential travel extremely discouraged.

Shortly after the message was broadcast about the roads, Wyatt's ringtone, some Elton John song about the sun going down, started playing. It was his mom wondering if he was okay.

"Oh hi Mom. Yes, I'm still at Carter's house. Yes, I'm doing fine. No, his mom isn't home; she is still at the hospital. Yes, it's okay with her. Yes, I'll leave as the soon as the roads are plowed. Okay. Good night. Bye."

I noticed that his mom didn't tell him she loved him, or anything and I felt kind of bad for him. It made me realize just how much my mom lets me know that she loves me. Sometimes it seems like it's overkill, but is that really all that bad?

We ate most of the enchiladas, most of the refried beans and red rice along with several flour tortillas. It seemed that Wyatt really enjoyed Mom's home cooked Mexican food. He helped me clean up the kitchen, and then we went back to my room where we sat on the bed for a little while and talked while we digested our food. Wyatt sat on the foot of my bed looking at my collection of Stephen King books while I sat with my legs crossed by my pillow.

"Wow, you have like almost all of King's books, don't you?" Wyatt asked with admiration in his voice.

"Yes, I do. I love reading his books." I replied, proud of my collection.

"Which one is your favorite?"

"Um, that's really hard to pick, but my most recent favorite is one from a quite a few years back: 11/22/63. It's got elements of time travel and of course suspense. It's just a cool book that brings up the question of what if JFK hadn't been killed. What would life in the States be like? I just loved it. But now that I'm thinking about it, I think I was reading that book when Dylan crashed his bike in front of the house."

"Wow, that's ironic, don't you think? I mean thinking about time travel and all, imagine if you could have been out front standing between that car and him, or if you would have been somewhere else at that moment in time. He wouldn't have gotten hit, and you two might not have met, thus avoiding this mess."

I hadn't really thought about it, but what he brought up was true. Wyatt looked down at his socks and now seemed to be in a pensive mood. He was suddenly quiet again and I didn't think too much about it, but he did seem to be either at a loss for words, or he was carefully contemplating what to say next. I broke the moment of long silence that hung in the air too long.

"Yeah, it is ironic. I guess somethings are meant to be."

"True, but if you stop and think about it, had you not met him at least when you met Parker he would have been your first, and it would have been really something special, don't you think?"

"Theoretically, yes. But in reality, no."

"What do you mean by that?" Wyatt responded, with a quizzical look that seemed to be a crafted, set up a question to find out more about my first time. I played along and began to dole out the bits and pieces of my past.

"Well, sadly Dylan wasn't my first."

"No? May I ask more about your first time?" I had nothing to hide so I told him what happened between me and Javy. I left no stone unturned and told him all of the sometimes shameful details. When I finished bringing him up to the present day relationship between me and my cousin, not only was Wyatt upset about how Javy had treated me, but it was also obvious that he was aroused by what Javy had done.

"So if I can ask, do you think that -- and this might be a dumb question -- but had you not fooled around with Javy and been forced to have sex with him that you might have considered yourself to be straight, you know, like let's say a girl you know, had given you a blow job and you actually had sex with her. Would that have changed who you are today?"

A quick notion of having sex with the only girl I really hung out with was Emma, who I'd not really seen for a long time now. My response to Wyatt's question was quick and to the point.

"No. While I can appreciate beautiful girls and all, the idea of having sex with one of them just isn't all that appealing and is almost appalling. Would I be different today if I hadn't had my first sexual experience with Javy? Maybe, but not gay? Probably not. Even my mom knew that I was probably gay before I did. Most moms know these things."

Wyatt just stared straight ahead at my book collection, picking up "Dreamcatcher". He looked at the back of the book more or less pretending to read the synopsis of the book before speaking again.

"That's interesting and I agree -- it's the same situation with me. I've known pretty much all along that I've been attracted to guys. For me it's the athletic guys like Dylan, and sometimes guys older than me, like guys in their early twenties, the more mature guys. Don't get me wrong, I find younger guys cute, but if they act immature, forget it. No offense, okay?" And I'm just content not being out right now. I guess that's making me think long and hard about this whole Dylan thing. Yeah, coming out probably would be okay, but I'd just rather wait until I'm in college, away from here."

I nodded my head that I understood. I then had to ask a question and was afraid of Wyatt's response.

"Do you think that I'm immature?"

"You know Carter, I don't think neither you nor Parker act immature for freshmen. In fact you guys are the two most mature guys your age that I've met. Actually, I'm very happy to have met both of you, and consider you guys good friends."

I smiled and found myself saying words that I hoped I'd not soon regret.

"Thanks! Well I'm glad to have met you too. From the first time we met at Dylan's I thought you were a nice guy, intelligent, and attractive. I'm glad we got a chance to meet."

Wyatt just smiled and seemed a bit shocked that I'd called him attractive. And then he said it.

"In fact, if you and Parker were not a couple, I'd be interested in more than just us being friends." I felt a fire ignite somewhere deep inside. That familiar feeling of getting hard. "I know you guys have been with other guys while you were dating, right?"

I nodded my head in agreement.

"But if that was due to being abused by Dylan, Isaac, and your cousin that really doesn't qualify as cheating, right?"

Once again I nodded my head.

"So if I can ask, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but have you been with anyone else willingly while you guys have been dating?" I nodded my head again, getting nervous now, feeling the same way I felt when I was on the wrestling mat in Parker's basement. I felt a familiar wetness in my briefs. The words came slowly and were tentative at first, but I then cleared my throat and confessed about the time in San Antonio where Nathan and I were together alone on that Sunday morning, and he let me be on top of him. I could tell that Wyatt was definitely aroused by what I'd confessed to him. Our innocent conversation had now become a speeding train heading in the wrong direction and I began to think neither of us wanted to hit the brakes.

He now put "Dreamcatcher" back on the shelf, and moved to the side of the bed, within a few feet of me, as I was still sitting cross-legged next to my pillow. The notion that it'd been almost two weeks since I'd been with Parker answered the question as to why I was ready to explode.

"How did Parker react when he found out about you and Nathan, alone, and even though the three of you had been together, was he upset that you were alone with Nathan?"

"Yes. He wasn't happy at all, which surprised me. I mean we're a couple and we had professed our love for each other on the observation deck of the Tower of the Americas, but it seemed like we were okay having an open relationship. But what happened almost caused us to break up when we got back home and talked about it." I was being as honest with him as I could. But then...

"So even though you were both with Dylan and Javy at the Halloween party, do you think that there were any hard feelings there, or was it cool because you were both with those two at the same time?" His question got me thinking and brought me to a realization which I'd accepted before but now questioned again.

"We agreed that we should not let something like that happen again. But inside I feel like Parker is attracted to my cousin and did enjoy being with him at the party." I replied, as Wyatt moved a bit closer to me. I how felt his hand on my shoulder, his touch radiating warmth and the feeling of electricity began pulsing through me now. The speeding train was gaining even more momentum and the notion of stopping it was eroding fast. My head began spinning with the soft touch of Wyatt rubbing my neck now. In the back of my mind I knew I should stop. If something happened between Wyatt and me, it might just spell the end of my relationship with Parker...if he found out. But my will to resist was melting fast. I closed my eyes as Wyatt continued to rub my shoulders and neck with both hands now. His firm but soft touch had me melting into him.

"We are fractured souls." He whispered now, our bodies inching closer to each other. "We've both been hurt by those who we should have trusted to not hurt us. You've been hurt by your cousin, Dylan, and Isaac. Dylan's hurt me, and I understand not only the physical pain, but the mental suffering as well. You're a trusting guy, a great guy, and you deserve to be treated well. I, I, um," Wyatt was almost stammering now. "Okay, Carter, I'm just going to say it. I wish we could have met before we both met Dylan. Can I, um, you know, just hold you?"

I nodded my head and opened my arms to him, trying to make sense of what he had just told me. His arms enveloped me, and I felt the warmth of his thin body against mine. My heart was racing, sensory perception was now on overload. Wyatt held me against him, and I could feel his heart beating against mine. His soft hands were still rubbing my neck, shoulders. and upper back. No words were spoken as he just held me for several minutes; he was still sitting on the side of my bed and I was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, feeling very horny.

"We can't let those people in our lives hurt us anymore. No matter what happens going forward, we just can't let Dylan and Javy have their way with us. Don't you agree?" I nodded my head again and mustered the strength to choke out the words that I agreed with him. Carefully, tentatively, and slowly he moved to my neck. I felt like I should have resisted, but I couldn't. I felt his lips so soft and caring touch my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I almost melted into him, and the notion of stopping was fading fast from my mind. As I turned my head to him, our eyes met. His gaze into my eyes was caring, dreamy and sexy as hell. Our hands met; his touch was soft. I moved closer to him, and he moved closer to me. As his eyes closed, mine did as well. The touch of his lips on mine sent my passion soaring. Tentatively we kissed, as if tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time. Soft at first, then a second. The third and fourth time the tempo increased as his tongue found mine. Finally he broke away from me and held me tightly to him.

"You're a great kisser, Carter." He once again whispered. We kissed again, and again. Together we stretched out on my bed, now side by side. I glanced down to see him and I liked what I saw. My resolve was fading fast as we continued kissing. My hands were now around his neck, rubbing his shoulders as his caressed mine.

I was becoming so much in need of him that if he would have touched me, it would have been over in an instant.

But he didn't touch me. In fact, boldly my hands found his chest, teasing his taut nipples under his sweatshirt, causing him to moan into my mouth as we continued kissing.

Then as my hands continued to move to their goal, his hands quickly intercepted mine and stopped me.

"We shouldn't go any further." Wyatt whispered in my ear. "It would be for the wrong reasons. It's okay to just kiss and hold each other though, don't you think?"

My young hormones were raging, that speeding train heading with seemingly nothing able to stop it. But as his words echoed in my mind, my logical thought processes somehow returned, and I regrettably nodded my head. "You're right." I whispered, barely forming the words. "This would be wrong in so many ways, I suppose." My little head was no longer making the choices for me.

Wyatt nodded, although as we embraced side by side, I felt his body next to mine and could feel his heat through his sweatpants. I'm sure he felt mine too, as it was still stiff and leaking a great deal in my briefs. "Yes, it would be wrong. You're with Parker. You guys make a great couple, and I wouldn't want to be the one to ruin what you have." He whispered, his words making great sense to me, snapping me back to reality. "But if he ever leaves you or you guys break up, don't forget about me, okay?"

I nodded my head in agreement and felt my eyes getting heavy. We shared another kiss or four before we fell asleep in each other's arms. At some point during the night, we broke our embrace and rolled away from the bond we'd held for more than half the night. I woke up around three in the morning cold, as the winter's chill had permeated the room. Turning to my right to look at Wyatt sleeping peacefully next to me, I reached down to the foot of the bed, pulled the sheet and heavy Mexican blanket over both of us, and once again felt the heat of his body warming me. I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The sound of the snow plow lumbering down the road alongside my room woke me up. It was nearly eight-thirty in the morning. I glanced over to see Wyatt still sleeping on his back. The orange hues of the morning sun, now shining brightly as it slowly rose above the naked tree line in the southeastern sky cast a warm, soft glow across his face. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic manner, with slow, deep breaths, as he was deep in his sleep. He was smiling and it appeared that his hand had found his morning wood, as there was movement under the blankets. I wanted desperately to touch him, feel his length with all of its heat in my hand, but I knew that I'd cross the line that we drew in the sand last night. He respected my relationship with Parker, and I respected his wish to keep me honest. This did torment me ever so slightly because of the kissing we'd done over the course of the late night until we finally drifted off to sleep. I had to come to the realization that cheating on Parker would just not be the best thing for me to do at this fragile stage of our relationship.

What I'd failed to notice or hear was that Mom had come home and was now fast asleep in her room. I also didn't notice that Tio Javier must have plowed the driveway and shoveled the walk up to the front door. Mom was able to drive around Wyatt's car to put her car in the garage. Since there was no snow on Wyatt's car, I'm guessing that Tio Javier and possibly Javy cleaned the snow off Wyatt's car before they plowed the driveway. Sure enough several minutes later I got a text from Javy.

< Hey cabron. So your new boyfriend spent the night with you. Does Parker know?

Now I was really pissed. Javy had become a real jerk lately. In fact, I didn't even respond to his text. Why bother, right?

Despite the roads once again being open for travel, I didn't want to wake Wyatt. I was so tired and now pissed off over what Javy said, so I quietly went back into my room, crawled back under the covers next to Wyatt, and fell into another deep, dreamless sleep.

When I woke up again it was nearly ten thirty. It felt so good to sleep another two hours after the late nights spent talking to Wyatt the past two nights. Then the reality hit me. Today was Friday, December seventeenth, one day before Dylan's party. I felt a jolt of nervousness course through my body. I had woken up totally relaxed, but now my mind was working overtime wondering about how our plan to handle Dylan would work. Moving around in my bed, it was hard to get comfortable, so I thought I'd best get up and get the day started.

Wyatt had been sleeping all night and all morning to this point, but as I moved in bed trying to get comfortable, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Looking over at me, he smiled and whispered, "Good morning sleepy head, how are you doing this morning?"

"I am doing okay. It sure felt good to sleep, didn't it?" Wyatt responded that it did indeed and asked what time it was. I told him the time and he was concerned that we'd missed part of the e-learning morning classes, but I told him that I looked for an email earlier and didn't see anything for us about e-learning. So we were lucky again -- no classes.

Checking his phone, he realized that he'd gotten another text from his mom. She told him that the roads were now clean and that he needed to come home. After several minutes, he was ready to go. Since it was quite cold out, he started his car to let it warm up. When he came back in the house, he asked who plowed out the driveway and cleaned off his car. I told him it was my uncle and Javy.

He just responded with an "Oh, okay, tell him thanks." When I showed him the text Javy sent he changed his mind and shook his head. "Has your cousin always been that sarcastic and mean to you?"

"Not always. I think he changed after the team won the soccer championship. It's very upsetting when he sends crap like that, because I don't know if he's going to actually text Parker or he's just joking."

"Yeah, let's hope it's the latter and that he doesn't actually tell Parker. But in reality, Parker knows the truth, right?"

"If he trusts me, he will know that nothing happened between us." I responded.

"Likewise, I will tell him the same, you know I will. I wouldn't do anything to disrupt what you guys have. You know that, right?" "I do indeed."

We embraced, and before letting me go, Wyatt gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Thanks Carter. You're great friend. Let's text later to talk about Dylan's party, okay?" I nodded my head in agreement. "And don't worry, he will get what he has coming to him, agreed?" I nodded my head again. "Okay bud, have a great day and we'll talk later."

We said our good-byes, and I watched as he drove away.

Since Mom had worked the past two nights in a row and couldn't come home due to the snow storm, she was very tired. I knew better than to bother her or wake her up before her alarm. That meant that she would probably get up just before she had to go back to work.

The rest of the day I did some homework, exchanged texts between Big T, Parker, and Wyatt. Fortunately, there wasn't a lot of work to do for school, so just after eating a light lunch, I took a nap. I think I slept for close to two hours, waking up just before three o'clock.

Although we'd come to a conclusion about what to do at Dylan's party, what Dylan had done to Wyatt kept gnawing at me. Through texts with Parker and myself, I had made my mind up that I was going to talk to my mom before she went to work, or at the latest tomorrow morning when she returned from work. I did not ask if both guys thought it was okay. Since she had told me before that I could talk to her about anything, it seemed like the best idea to put my trust in her.

The afternoon sun slowly began to fade away as the sun crept close to the deep southwestern horizon. The winter solstice was just a few days away, and slowly the days would begin to get longer again. How I longed for those summer nights biking to Rock Cut with Parker. Summer seemed so far away now, but that is just how it is living here in this seemingly frozen tundra place we call home. As the darkness began to creep in from the east, I heard Mom's alarm go off. I rehearsed over and over in my mind what I would tell her about Wyatt, and if the conversation turned to my experiences with Dylan, I vowed to come clean to her. My nerves were now getting the best of me.

I sat on the sofa watching television when Mom came out of the shower.

"Hola mi amor! How are you, Angel? It feels like forever since I've seen you! Come here mi amor, give me a big hug!" Of course I hugged my mom and it felt so good to be in her arms again. We talked for a few moments while she ate her breakfast and got her things together for work. It had been somewhat quiet at the ER during the snowstorm, which was good. She then asked me about who was in bed with me this morning. I told her it was Wyatt, and she figured that was who he was. I told her nothing happened between him and me but I did tell her that I had something to talk to her about that involved Wyatt and me. But as soon as I told her I had something to talk to her about, her eyes lit up, and suddenly she interrupted me.

"Oh! Sabes que? Tengo noticias para ti! Una sorpresa! Do you want to know now, or can you wait until tomorrow?" Mom had news for me about something and so of course I wanted to know what the surprise was about.

"Well, next Wednesday, I got a surprise too. and guess what? We're going to Mexico over the Christmas break! We leave on the 22nd and will return on the first day in January! We will get to see abuelito and abuelita and with go to all of the parties in San Miguel de Allende! Aren't you excited mi amor?" Obviously I was ecstatic! I'd never been to Mexico before! Now I remember why she got my picture taken at the drug store in August before school started. She got my passport! Mom filled me in all of the details while she finished eating and as she got ready for work. We talked about the trip and now I was super excited! Soon she was ready to leave, and I'd almost forgotten about what happened to Wyatt. In all the excitement Mom barely remembered to ask me what it was I wanted to talk to her about until she had one foot out the door.

"Oh Angel, what was it you wanted to tell me that was muy importante?"

"Um, it can wait mama. I know you have to go to work. We can talk later."

"Are you sure, mi amor?"

"Si, mama, I'm sure. So, um have a great night at work! I love you!"

Just as quickly as she had gotten up, showered, and got ready for work, she was out the door and gone. My question about what happened to Wyatt would have to wait.

But hey, at least I was going to finally take a trip to Mexico! Like an excited kid on Christmas Eve, full of anticipation.

Next Wednesday could not get here soon enough!