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Corbusier ~ chapter eight
by Biscuit
It wasn't to me that Colin opened up his mouth about his life. Not back then, and little since. Any number of reasons, really. He's told me that he didn't want to burden me with it, that I was young, that I was innocent. That's what he says, anyway. I think he was ashamed. I suspect that even if I'd been older he wouldn't have told me the things he told Joe. In the years since, when I've asked him about Sean Fahey, he says, "That's a long time ago. I don't think about it."
It was Joe who drew it out of him. She was tougher than he was and didn't know the meaning of none of your business. Plus, she guessed stuff. Joe looked at Colin and saw things invisible to me and my mom. She'd been, as she put it -- in the life -- long enough to recognize a kind of youngster she'd come to know. Maybe it came from tending bar and hearing so many stories. But she looked at him and saw a kid who had nowhere to go and suspected the reasons why. Either a family that wouldn't accept him, she said, or abuse of some kind. "Unfortunately," she told me once, "it's not so uncommon. I guess I've seen it too much."
All I knew at the time was that after breakfast Joe conscripted him to shovel snow. And when I looked out the window at them, Colin was doing the shoveling, with Joe keeping pace, her arms across her chest. It looked like Colin was talking, stopping to lean on the shovel. His face was so serious, I was scared. I was afraid she would drive him away.
But when I went out there, Colin clammed up and Joe said, "It's cold out here, get your candy ass back in the house."
And I did. Even though I was dying to stay there and hear what they were saying. It was clear that as long as I was out there, nobody was going to say anything. Sure enough, when I looked out again, Colin was talking and Joe was the one who was frowning.
My mom saw me watching.
"Guy stuff," she said. Jesus.
"What am I -- one of the girls?" She raised her eyebrow at me, and I quickly added, "Don't answer that."
Colin, to me, was a beautiful boy, full of mystery. I knew, from where I'd met him and how I'd met him that his life was very different from mine. But what made up those differences I couldn't imagine, beyond the scary tastes I'd gotten in the park and at that movie house.
The thing is, Joe could imagine it, all too well.
"He might as well have gotten off a bus from the middle of nowhere," I heard her say to my mom. "They walk away with nothing, just because they can't take it any more."
Can't take what? I was in the hall. They were in the laundry room and Colin was still outside, shoveling snow.
"But Joe," my mom said, "you can't just take him on like that."
"I don't see why not," she laughed. "Your future son in law."
"Oh God."
"It's not as bad as it could be. Colin's not as young as he looks, which is a good thing. He says he's tended bar since he was seventeen. Totally illegal but what can you expect with that asshole he's been with. Believe me, in the right bar, with that face of his, he'll be making more money than I am."
"A bartender?"
"Imagine that," Joe said low, like a tease.
"But ..."
"But what? It's not like you get to choose, they do. I think they're pretty fucking cute together. Not as cute as you," she said, her voice dropping.
I couldn't hear anything after that except some noise that sounded a lot like kissing. I made some loud shuffling sounds, dragging my laundry bag on the floor.
Joe thought we were cute!
I can't count the things I have to thank Joe for in my life, but her frank assessment of Colin and willingness to help him are right up there at the top of the list. So much, she's done for me.
Colin was quiet when he came inside. It was so strange to have him there. Subdued. Not quite the boy I was used to who'd grab me and tell me he wanted to fuck me. Around my mom, especially, it was like his vocal chords had been cut.
Probably it was because she wanted some time alone with my mother, but whatever the reason, Joe made that afternoon for us when she tossed Colin her car keys and suggested he take me for a cruise. It was the first time all day I saw his eyes light with life.
Oh man, was I excited. I was playing with the big boys now; my boyfriend and a car. This was major league like I'd never experienced before. The stuff of movies. I didn't even know anybody but regular grownups with cars.
My mom didn't look so happy.
"Are you a safe driver?" she asked him. Colin met her eyes for the first time in forever, and smiled.
"Don't worry. I'll bring him home safe and sound. You just say when you want him back." I think he was as pleased to have a way to show her she could trust him as anything else. A small thing maybe, to take me out and bring me home safe at a specified time, but it was a start.
Joe's car was so hot. A battered, hard-roofed jeep, black with black trim. Everything about being in that car with him thrilled me. The way he looked behind the wheel made my dick so hard I felt like climbing into his lap and fucking him on the spot.
We headed north up the parkway. Not far, really. As far as it took to find a likely place to park. I'd been to the River Museum once, and remembered the site as pretty. At least it had been in spring. That winter afternoon it was stark, and few people were around. A scattered handful of cars in the lot.
Colin did talk, a little. I made him, asking him what he and Joe had been talking about all that time outside.
"Just stuff," he said.
"Like what?" I pushed a little. Colin played with the gear shift, thinking.
"I've got some things going on at home," he said. "I told her I was thinking about finding a place and she said she'd help me out." He gave me a quick look, and he smiled. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to scrunch up your face like that?"
He would say so much, and no more.
What it lacked in the comforts of my bed, making out in Joe's jeep made up for in glamour. Colin was on guard, in a way. Like on the subway. He never got so carried away that he lost track of our perimeter, like a soldier, through the rearview and side mirrors. He did it even as he keyed me up to the boiling point with his kissing, with his hand stroking my cock. At one point he said to me, "I dream about your dick," and I just about died. Near the end he bent over me and started sucking and I exploded in his mouth. God, was I loud, but I couldn't shut myself up. I sounded like I was taking punches when I started shooting off.
Bastard laughed at me as he was wiping his mouth, but I loved it. Seeing him smiling, knowing the shine on his lips was from me. I was grinning too, feeling like I was about the luckiest guy in the whole world. There was a blossoming sensation inside me. I didn't know all the whys and wherefores of it but I felt it like an expanding pleasure. That time in the jeep, when I wrapped my hand around the warm shaft of his cock and lost myself in sucking him, it was the best I'd ever felt it.
I think it was the easing of fear, in both of us, that made every suck of his dick sweeter for me. I made him squirm for it until he trapped my head against his stomach to fuck my mouth. So good to feel him swollen up out of control and spurting. I made him kiss me after, until our lips were practically numb and we were in danger of needing to start over again. When he nudged me away from him, pushing me back in my seat, I felt this unstoppable grin come over my face, so out of control that I hung my head down to try to hide it.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing," I said, trying to wave his attention away from me. But I laughed out loud. All I could think of, right then, was him telling my mother, "I love him."
I think I nursed that grin all the way home, watching the world fly by in the colors of winter sunset.
He got me home in plenty of time to meet my mom's deadline. The four of us sat down at the table again, for soup this time around. I don't think, on our own, that my mom and I ever sat down at the table together twice in a day for a meal. We tended to drift into the kitchen as the mood or hunger struck. Sometimes together, more often not. We did it now when Joe was around.
Colin was quiet but more relaxed, like he'd earned the right to be there by shoveling walkways and bringing me home. He was done haunting my life, not a ghost through the glass any more. And like magic, I felt more real, right along with him.