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Corbusier ~ chapter seven
by Biscuit
He showed up two weeks later, in the middle of the night. I thought I was dreaming him. The tap-tap at the glass woke me slowly, my eyes opening without my even knowing why. It had snowed, the first snow of the winter; still coming down when I'd gone to bed. By the time Colin woke me, the storm was over. The moon was shining down on a thick white blanket of it, and him. He was peering in, tapping softly.
I managed to wrestle the storm window open for him to climb in through that night. Neither of us thought about the fresh crisp tracks he'd left from the street to the garden wall, from there to my window. Joe would see them the next morning when she went out to get the paper.
My elusive boyfriend was about to be collared. A thing he needed, badly. He thought he'd come to say good bye, and I was so unaware. It wasn't the first time I sensed his sadness, but I was far from really understanding it. Mostly what I felt was thrilled by him being there even if there were prickling hurts over how long he'd stayed away and the strangeness of our last time together.
The first thing Colin said to me though, was, "I'm sorry." He didn't say for what, but it was enough. I only had to hear him say it and I forgave him everything. My bare feet in the tracked-in snow, I threw my arms around his neck even though the cold was so intense it almost burned me. Colin kissed me once, hard, grasping my hard dick through my sweatpants for a swift squeeze.
"Get back in bed," he said, letting go of me. Oh man, I was so cold and hot all together! I got under the covers and started wiggling out of my tee-shirt and sweats, my dick already throbbing.
Since Colin had exploded into my life, my body knew what it wanted and craved it without regard to time, place or anything else. There weren't enough hours in the day to jerk off as much as I needed to. I was so obsessed by wanting him, I practically dreamed about him with my eyes wide open from morning until night.
The sharp physical need was only one more strange and different thing for me to cope with that fall and winter, among so much was that was shifting and changing. For all that I was having a rough time, for Colin things were much worse. His life was unraveling fast, and much more seriously than mine.
The night of the snow, Sean Fahey had finally snapped and thrown him out, fed up with Colin disappearing all hours of the day, showing up only for work and staying out half the nights. With two hundred dollars in his pocket and a vague plan to find a distant cousin of his who lived in Jersey, he'd come to say good-bye to me and then head for the bus station. But then, I only found that out after the fact.
He peeled off his wet things with me watching from the warm bed, filling my lovesick eyes with the sight of his long bare legs as he shucked his jeans. The silver moonlight was a soft glow on his naked body.
He slid into my bed and I covered the chill of him with my heat, diving for his mouth. All of him was cold but his hands and legs, especially, were like ice. If it weren't for that I think I'd have come all over him the minute my hard dick touched him.
Colin had big hands. Even before they heated up it was heaven to feel them moving over me, up the backs of my thighs, over my ass and up my back, covering so much of me with the span of his long fingers. I'd only known the small soft hands of my mom, of Megan, before.
He was warm by the time he got on top of me but the lube was shocking enough to make me gasp, still icy from being stashed in his jacket. I gritted my teeth and tried not to wince away from the cold wet glob of it he was rubbing into my hole.
I was folded face down with my legs pinned and it was a fast fuck, both of us too excited to last long. I shot my load into my wadded up sweatpants that were still in the bed with us. Quick as it was, it took no time for us to get hot again and start over, me on my back by then.
It was like an oven under those blankets afterwards. He was curled around me, his soft cock nesting under my butt.
"I got to go soon," he said, and I was thinking I ought to get up and wash myself, but I didn't move and he didn't either. The next time my eyes opened it was broad daylight. Except for the fact that his cock was hard, Colin was wrapped up around me exactly the same as when I'd closed my eyes.
Fuck.
Broad daylight and the voice of Joe.
"It wasn't a break-in," she said.
She was at the foot of my bed, in her coat. My mom behind her, in her pajamas.
Oh God.
"Go on," Joe said to my mom, who took off, and the next second Joe was yanking all the blankets off my bed in one vicious pull. I saw it coming and yelped just the same. Poor Colin was torn from sleep. He leapt a foot in the air, swearing, and came down on his ass next to me with his hand shielding his dick.
"You better cover that thing up," Joe said. "What the fuck do you think you're doing sneaking in here in the middle of the night? And you!" she zeroed in on me. I was scrabbling for the edge of the blanket to cover myself. "What kind of bullshit is this? You're fourteen years old, for crying out loud, you're not allowed to sneak guys in here in the middle of the night!" Then, I swear to God, she looked at us and grinned. "Do I make myself clear?"
I nodded sheepishly from behind the blanket I'd pulled up to my chin. Colin, I think, was in shock, blinking, trying to pull the world into focus.
He rubbed his hand over his face.
"It's not the kid's fault," he said. "It's mine."
"The kid?" Joe asked, incredulous. "And that would make you what, exactly?"
Colin shivered. He was goosebumped all over, but made no attempt to cover himself more than the shield of his hand over his cock.
"Look," he started, and she interrupted.
"No, you look. You did a really dumb thing. For what? So you didn't have to come to the door and meet his mother? Fucked up. Fifteen minutes," she said. "You guys have fifteen minutes to come out smelling sweet and sit down at the table for breakfast." She turned at the door, pointing at Colin. "And don't try to get out the way you came in."
When she closed the door behind her, he sat, still, just staring at it.
I was already used to Joe's gruffness. I'd gotten broken in fast to her way of talking hard which barely concealed her affection. I knew, harsh as she'd sounded, that she only meant to make plain that we'd fucked up and she was making sure we knew it. God knows I wouldn't fuck up that particular way ever again.
"Colin," I started, carefully, feeling like everything was my fault, no matter what he'd said. I was the dumb fourteen year old kid. Oh Jesus, fourteen. So much for that lie. He looked around at me, and I understood that look on Joe's face when he'd called me a kid. Fresh from sleep, pink with cold, naked, he looked even younger than he did in his clothes. "Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you? Christ, no." He was looking at his clothes and I was afraid he'd try to slip out in spite of what Joe had said to him. Then he looked back at me. "Fourteen?" he said, as if he was just then hearing what she'd said.
"I'll be fifteen at the end of the month."
He shut his eyes, falling back on the bed. I think I was seeing him hit the wall. Colin Daley couldn't admit it yet, but he was exactly where he wanted to be. It didn't matter that Sean had thrown him out, the truth was he'd run away, had been running since the day he met me. And it wasn't New Jersey he was running to, it was to me.
So, moan as he might, and look lost, he'd landed himself right in the soft heart of my life that he was craving, even if he couldn't say so.
I couldn't help myself, I looked at him, stunned on my pillow, and I jumped his bones. I dragged the warm covers with me, thinking, fifteen minutes -- that's five minutes at least, to maul him.
"You're crazy," he said, but I was all over him, grinding my hard dick into his. He looked up at me, scowling, his pale brows furrowed and his bright blue eyes closed to slivers and I kissed him.
"Four minutes," I nearly grunted it, jabbing his stomach with my dick. I don't think we even needed that long once he gave in to me.
Colin thought somebody should be beating the crap out of him and instead Joe was making him eat breakfast. I could feel the distress coming off him in waves.
"You've been here before," my mom had said to him when we came out, damp from showering, dressed. She was sitting at the table with her coffee in her hands like she was using it to stay warm. "Colin, isn't it?"
"Yes," he said, his eyes only rising to meet hers briefly.
"Mom," I said, trying to deflect her attention from him. "I'm sorry. It was late and I didn't want to wake you guys up." So lame. Which her eyes said clearly.
"Corby. From now on," she said, "no one stays here without my permission. I don't care how late it is, or who it is, you have to ask me. Sit down, both of you. You're making me nervous."
I sat down in my chair and watched Colin sit down across from me, looking like he wanted to die. Joe put a plate of food in front of him that made his eyes bug. He mumbled, "Thanks."
Only Joe was at ease at that table. Thank God for the holding of silverware and the action of eating, or else me, my mom, and Colin might have frozen stiff where we sat.
"I am such a damned good cook," Joe said, and I glanced at her, grateful that someone could speak. I nodded my agreement and she favored me with one of her winks. "So, Colin," she said, "how long have you known Corby?"
"Ah, October, I think," he said, giving me a quick glance.
"And where did you guys meet?"
"At the park," he said, and I felt a chill.
"What park?" my mom asked.
"Uh, Van Cortland," he said and I felt my mom's green eyes on me, not him. She knew. She had to know. Didn't she? I looked at her and found her eyes questioning. I'm such a huge wimp. My mom really only has to look at me and I cave. That I had a single secret from her was only the measure of how distracted she'd been since my dad left. I guess it's a byproduct of how many years it was pretty much just the two of us. That and the fact that she never freaked out about stuff. A lot of parents will say their kids can tell them anything, but my mom really meant it. And I always had. All she had to do that morning was give me that look that said her radar was back on and functioning and I spilled my guts. The truth is, I was relieved to do it.
"He's the one, mom. The guy I hit. The thing is, after it happened, he followed me home, to, well, to apologize, kind of." I felt the heat in my face. "Maybe more than that," I choked out. Both she and Colin were gaping at me. I looked at Joe, who knew nothing about this stuff and just looked very curious. Jesus, I was like a car that had lost it's brakes. "I didn't know how to tell you about it, that's how come I only said what I said about Chad."
"Well, there's a name I know," Joe said. "You don't give a shit about Chad, do you?"
I stared down at my scrambled eggs and shook my head.
"You harassed my son and his girlfriend and then you followed him home?" my mom demanded of Colin. She was more outraged by this than by finding him in bed with me. That's how she is. Sex, even if she wasn't comfortable with it, was something she was willing to cope with, deal with. Violence, harassment, they were a whole other ball of wax. Colin had never faced the like of my mom. He didn't understand my mother could be more upset about him harassing me than fucking me. I felt like I had to save him. She's little and soft but she's got this power you don't expect when those green eyes of her flash at you.
"Mom, don't. You don't understand how it was."
"Well, maybe you should tell me how it was, then." I'd succeeded in drawing her fiery eyes back to me but, oh shit. Her anger was suddenly palpable. All the restraint she shown about everything else had evaporated into righteous indignation.
"Listen," Colin said, "I think maybe I should go."
"Sit," Joe said.
"Corby, you let him in here after what he did to you and Megan, are you crazy?" my mom said, her voice breathy like she was on the verge of losing control. I felt Colin's desperation to escape, her outrage, and Joe's bullish determination to make us all sit there and face each other. A pressure built in my chest that felt like it was going to burst. I had to make her understand how it was I could do such a thing. And that's when I blurted it out.
"I love him."
I brought the house down.
My mom's groan was disgusted and defeated all in one. Colin's groan was the equivalent of "oh fuck", the sound of a guy hanging by a twig that bending in half. The sound Joe made was something between a snort and a laugh.
"Baby," my mom said, her anger broken in the face of my hot confession. She reached out to grip my hand on the table, and then looked at Colin with daggers in her eyes.
"And what about you," she said, and you could almost hear the word "asshole", or worse, unspoken at the end of it.
"I ..." he started, and a long breath came out of him. He looked so despairing, like he had nothing more to lose. His blue eyes met mine with a little shake of his head, like at the church when he broke down and danced with me. "I love him," he said. Soft, soft words, so quiet he nearly swallowed them. I could have leapt and pirouetted around the table, but I held back, trying not to beam at him too brightly from under my lashes.
That's all he needed to say, really, for my mom to calm down. Not that she believed us, either of us. But she believed we believed it, and that was enough for the moment.