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Chapter Sixty
Bren drove into Texas Roadhouse's parking lot and pulled into a parking space. He hurried inside the restaurant and walked up to the hostess counter.
"Welcome to Texas Roadhouse. One?" a young man greeted.
"I'm meeting someone here," Bren answered.
"Bren?"
Bren turned around and saw his brother standing beside a large barrel of peanuts. "Hello, Chance."
As Bren watched his brother coming toward him, he thought Chance looked as uncomfortable as he felt. Bren wasn't sure how to greet his brother. With a bit of hesitance, he held out his hand. "It's good to see you, Chance."
It was an awkward moment for the brothers, and the young man that had greeted Bren asked them to follow him. They walked in silence, following their host to a table. "Here we are," the young man said sitting a basket of hot rolls on the table. "Enjoy."
"How have you been?" Bren asked.
Before his brother could answer, their waiter came asking for their drink order. Both men ordered a margarita, and the waiter left.
"I'm fine," Chance said answering his brother's question. "Tell me about you. What's going on in your life?"
Bren shrugged his shoulders. "You know. Life, work, the usual things."
"You're still teaching?"
Bren nodded. "I am. Ninth and twelfth grade boys."
"No girls?"
"It's a boys' school, Chance."
"Then I assume the school is private."
The waiter returned with their drinks and took their dinner order.
"It is," Bren answered. "All of our students, for one reason or another, have been removed from their parent's custody. The school works with Child Welfare, and that's how the students come to my school."
"Is it difficult to teach kids with that type of background?"
Bren smiled. "They're kids, ages fifteen to eighteen. Kids are kids. It doesn't matter whether the school is public or private."
"I see. Did you do anything special for your birthday yesterday? I was out of town on business and didn't get back until late last night."
Their food arrived, and they stopped talking. When the waiter left, Bren said, "I understand. The staff at my school gave me a surprise party. However, the only surprise was the flavor of ice cream and what kind of cake it was." Bren smiled thinking about his birthday party. He didn't think his brother would want to hear about all of the birthday fucks he had received.
"So, Bren, are you really happy?"
"I am." Bren buttered a roll and took a bite of it. "Chance, I've met someone."
"Do you still think you're gay?"
Bren laid his fork down. "Chance, there is no `thinking' about it. I am gay."
"I guess that means the special person in your life is a man."
"It is. His name is Tom Varney, and he teaches in the same school that I do."
"This school. Just where is it located?"
Bren explained a little about the Community where he lived. "It was established by Chad Thomas. Chad is a doctor, and his sole purpose in life is to help make a better life for boys who haven't been as lucky as you and me. Like I said earlier, these boys have been removed from their home environment and headed for the Child Welfare system. I'm sure you know enough about that program to realize that's not always a good thing."
"Does your school know about – Tom, is it?"
The waiter returned, and they each ordered another margarita.
"They do," Bren answered. "In fact, that's the main focus of where I live. It's a place where people are accepted the way they are and no judgements are passed."
"So, if this place is so accepting, does that mean everyone living there is gay?"
"The staff, yes. I really can't say as to all of the students, but I do know that many are."
Bren watched his brother push his plate to the side. The waiter returned with their drinks, and Chance asked for the ticket. "My treat for your birthday," Chance told him.
"Chance, I'm very happy. Please know that."
Chance took a sip of his drink. "Do you ever think about Mom and Dad?"
"I do. Perhaps not as much as I used to, but I do every now and then."
"One of the last things Mom said to me before they left – before the accident, was that she hoped the two of us, you and I, would become closer."
When Bren spoke, he could hear the quiver in his voice. "Mom was the best. She and dad both were. Chance, I lived for several years knowing that I was gay, and keeping the secret made me so miserable. Mom and dad had always been supportive of anything I did, with every cause or project I tackled. I began living in fear that if I told them about me, I would lose their love. Their support. The secret was eating away at me to the point that Mom came to my room one evening and insisted that I tell her what was bothering me."
Chance smiled. "Mom could be insistent, couldn't she?"
"Insistent and persistent. She came into my room one night and said she wouldn't leave until I told her what was bothering me."
Bren choked up for a moment, and his voice deserted him. He took a quick drink and said, "I told her, obviously." Bren's eyes watered up, and he blinked to clear them. "Do you know what the first thing she said after I told her?" Not waiting for his brother to answer, he said, "I know. Chance, she already knew about me."
"She told me about her talk with you," Chance said.
"Honestly, I think Mom probably knew even before I did." Bren smiled. "Mom was –"
"Mom," Chance finished when his brother became silent. "The last talk we had, she told me she knew that you and I weren't as close as we used to be. She made me promise that I would try and change that."
Bren was quiet for a moment. Then, "Chance, you gave up two years of your life when you moved back home after the accident. I'm not sure that I ever thanked you for doing that."
Chance shrugged his shoulders. "It's what Mom and Dad would have wanted me to do."
Bren leaned back in the booth. "We've talked about me. What about you? Are you happy? Is there anyone special in your life?"
"There was. Her name was Mindy. We dated for about a year, but, for whatever reason, we began growing apart. I guess we just didn't have what it took to make the other one happy."
The waiter had returned Chance's credit card. He signed the ticket, and they walked out to the parking lot.
"This has been nice, Chance." Bren gave his brother another hug, and this time the embrace didn't seem quite as awkward as the earlier one had.
"You know," Bren said stepping back, "You can visit me anytime. I live in a gated community, so you would need to call me first. In fact, I wish you would. I really want you to meet Tom."
"Come to your apartment?"
"Probably not. I live in the dorm, and most of the students live on the same floor as my apartment. The Founder doesn't like for visitors to be where the students live." Bren didn't think his brother was ready to hear about the "no clothing allowed" rule.
"The Founder?"
Bren smiled. "That's what we call him sometimes. The Founder and Chad Thomas are one and the same."
"I see."
"Chad is a great guy. He's a lot like us. He lost his parents in an automobile accident, but, unlike us, the accident resulted in Chad coming into a shit load of money. He's made good use of his inheritance. It allowed him to establish the Community where I live. It's also provided income for guys like myself."
Just before they parted, Chance said, "I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you truly happy, Bren?"
"I am, Chance."
Chance placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Then I'm happy for you, Bren."
Feeling emotional, Bren hugged his brother one last time. "Love you, Chance. Call me."
"Love you, too, Bro."
On his way back to the Community, Bren allowed his thoughts to run free through his mind. It had really felt good spending time with his brother. The visit over the meal had made him remember how close the two of them had been while growing up. Their relationship had changed when Bren had told their mother that he was gay. After that talk, Chance had put up a wall that kept Bren on the outside.
A little later, as Bren was waiting for the security guard to open the gate, he suddenly realized there had been a piece missing in his heart. He thought he had been happy since moving into the Community and teaching school there. He also thought finding Tom had made him happy, and it had. All of it had, but tonight, after spending time with Chance, Bren realized just how much he had missed having his brother in his life. He was aware that living and working where he did might make spending time with Chance a little difficult, but he was going to do his best to make it happen.
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Bren was about to dismiss his senior class Monday afternoon when he saw Barry standing in the doorway. The student motioned for Bren to join him.
"What's up?" Bren asked.
"Step out in the hall for a moment, will you?"
Bren did as the student asked and wondered what was so important that Barry thought he needed to interrupt class time.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought I should give you a heads up about something."
Bren looked back at his students for a second and then returned his attention to Barry. He listened as the student described the talk he'd had over the weekend with his roommate.
"I think you'll see a big difference in Sawyer when he comes to class today."
"Well, aren't you going to tell me what's different?" Bren asked as Barry headed back to his classroom.
Barry smiled. "Wait and see. I just wanted you to be prepared."
Puzzled and not sure what had just transpired between him and Barry, Bren returned to his class. Standing at the door he said, "You guys have your assignment. Enjoy the rest of your day."
Cole was the last to hug his teacher. As usual, the student's hug was very intimate. He loved to tease and flirt with his teacher, and one of those ways was to press his crotch into Bren's pubic region. With his dick pressed hard into his teacher's bush, he kissed Bren lightly on the lips. "Your late class is going to be very interesting today."
Bren pushed the student back. "So I've been told. Care to explain?"
"Wait and see." Cole gave one of Bren's nipples a twist and left, leaving his teacher feeling even more puzzled.
Tom was waiting at the door, and when Cole left, he asked, "What's going on, Bren? Barry told me he needed to speak with you, but when I asked why, he said you would tell me later."
Bren smiled and gave his partner a quick kiss. "I'm in the dark, same as you. It has something to do with Sawyer, but I don't know what the hell it is. I hope this means that the kid's going to begin participating in classroom activities."
Tom heard students coming and looked down the hallway. Bren's late class was arriving. Tom grinned and said, "I believe Sawyer will be a different student in your class today. I'll see you at six."
Bren stood at his door ready to greet his last students of the day. Jon and Chase entered the room first, and he gave them each a welcome hug. As he hugged Ben, Bren became aware of Sawyer in the background. The student was naked, and his eyes were cast down at the floor.
As Ben walked to his seat, Bren turned to Sawyer and said, "Good afternoon, Sawyer. I'm so glad to see you today." He waited to see what the student would do, and was happy when the boy gave him a timid hug.
Jon turned around in his seat and grinned. "There's more of him to see today."
Chase pulled the empty chair beside him out from the table. "He's glad to be here today." Chase looked at the empty chair and said, "Have a seat, Sawyer."
Bren walked to the front of the classroom without addressing any of the comments. "Let's get busy, guys. I know that it's been almost a week since our last class, so I'm going to give you some reading time today." He told his students what page to turn to. "I'm want you to read this chapter, and next time we'll discuss it. Are they any questions?"
"What if we finish before class is over?" Chase asked.
Bren smiled. "Then read the chapter a second time. I'm certain that you'll see something that you overlooked the first time."
Bren sat down at his desk and looked at the stack of test papers left by his last class. He would use this time to do some grading. The next few moments passed quietly as he read the answers. When he finally looked up from the papers, he found himself looking directly at Sawyer. This afternoon was the first time he had seen the boy naked, and he admittedly was curious.
Sawyer was sitting at the table with his history book opened in front of him. The table hid most of the boy's body, and all that Bren could see was Sawyer's chest. He could see a shadow between Sawyer's two nipples that looked like the beginning growth of hair. Bren studied the boy's face. Sawyer was well on the way to becoming a very attractive young man. For the first time since coming to class, it looked as if Sawyer's hair had experienced a comb. Before today, whenever the boy came to class, the black hair on his head had appeared to go in several different directions. Today Bren could see that effort had been made to make the tangled curls look at least partially tamed.
At the end of class, Bren gave his students a five minute restroom break. He remained at his desk, and when they returned, he silently watched each one take their seat. He was glad to have a moment to study Sawyer. The first thing that caught his attention was the boy's dick. Sawyer was only fifteen, but his cock definitely didn't look like it belonged to a fifteen year old. "Wow," he thought. Sawyer was definitely blessed in the dick area. The next thing Bren noticed was the boy's thick patch of black pubes. They were so think that Bren had to wonder how old Sawyer was when the first pubic hair appeared.
"Okay, let's get started on our English," Bren said pushing papers to the side and reaching for his English book. After paying close attention to Sawyer's body, he decided it best to remain seated at his desk. His dick had suddenly chubbed up, and Bren knew his students didn't need to see him getting hard. Time to move on, he decided.
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Barry was sitting at his desk Monday evening working on a math assignment when his roommate called his name. Barry looked up and watched Sawyer close the book on the desk in front of him.
"Yes?"
Sawyer rotated his text book, and his eyes followed each turn the book made.
"What is it, Sawyer?"
"I've been thinking about something."
Barry flipped his book shut and turned around in his chair. "About what?"
"You told me that you fucked Cole."
"I did." Barry smiled.
"I'm sorry, Barry."
"Sorry? That I fucked Cole?"
Sawyer shook his head. "He had to move out because of me. That's what I'm sorry for."
"Sawyer, Cole's a great guy. I know he acts crazy a lot of the time, and he's one hell of a tease and flirt, but deep down inside he's a very sincere person. You have no reason to be sorry for anything. Cole agreed to share a room with Ben."
"I think you should fuck me."
Barry shook his head and wondered if he had heard the boy correctly. "What did you say?"
"I said that I thought you should fuck me."
"Sawyer, can I ask you something?" Seeing the boy's nod, Barry asked, "Have you ever been fucked before?
"No."
"How about you? Have you fucked anyone?"
"No."
Barry thought a moment about what he wanted to say. "Was your invitation for me to fuck you made because you knew that Cole and I fucked?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Let me tell you something, Sawyer. I love to fuck, and I won't deny it. There's no other feeling like it. I also love the feeling of having a cock in my ass. But that's me. Just because my first roommate and I fucked does not mean that the two of us have to. I repeat, you don't have a damned thing to apologize for."
"I've heard other guys talk about how great it is. I guess I'm kind of curious what it might be like."
"Have you ever kissed guy, Sawyer?"
"No."
The conversation was making Barry horny. He felt his cock chubbing up, and without thinking, he gave it a couple of tugs. The action caused his dick to get hard. When he looked underneath the desktop, Barry saw that his roommate was also hard. The boy's cock jetted out from thick black pubes, and the tip rubbed the underneath side of the desk.
Barry went to his roommate and pulled the boy to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Sawyer's body and pulled the boy to him. When he felt the Sawyer's dick pressed against his, Barry didn't pull away. He smiled at Sawyer and slowly lowered his face until his lips touched the boy's mouth. When Sawyer didn't object, Barry began kissing him, mentally trying to focus on what his roommate's reaction would be. Sawyer seemed to be okay with what was taking place, so Barry continued kissing him. He hugged Sawyer close and felt the boy's body coming alive against him. Barry ran his hands down Sawyer's back, and when he came to the kid's ass, he gave it a gentle squeeze. Barry felt the boy's dick jerk against him a second time. He became aware of Sawyer leaking pre cum into his bush, and the fact caused Barry's heart to race. God, he was so fucking horny!
Barry broke the kiss and placed his hands on Sawyer's chest. He traced one of the boy's nipples with a finger until it was thick and erect. Then he moved over and did the same thing with the other one. Sawyer leaked more pre cum into Barry's pubes.
Barry smiled. "Are you alright, Sawyer?"
The boy's answer was a silent nod.
Barry's hand went down to his roommate's thick wiry bush and ran his fingers through the black curls. Thick curly hairs wrapped around his fingers as Barry pushed them through Sawyer's luscious pubes. Then Barry wrapped his fingers around Sawyer's cock. "Let's lay down on the bed, Sawyer."
Barry fell on the bed beside Sawyer and smiled. Without speaking, he leaned over and kissed the boy. When he raised up, he asked, "Do you like kissing, Sawyer?"
"I do. You're a good kisser."
Barry grinned. "How can you say that? If I'm the first guy you've kissed, then you don't have anything to compare to."
"Whatever. I still think you're a good kisser."
Barry began kissing Sawyer's body, beginning at the boy's nipples and worked his way down the almost hairless chest and belly. When he came to Sawyer's belly button, he felt the short curly hairs that indicated the beginning of a nice treasure trail tickle his tongue. Each movement of his tongue sent more pre cum flowing out of Sawyer's cock. When he reached the mound of thick pubic hair, Barry tongued through it, leaving the tight curls wet and matted against the boy's skin.
Barry eyed his roommate's dick. He was amazed to see such a large cock on a fifteen year old. He took a moment to wonder what it might feel like inside his ass. Then he pushed the thought aside and took hold of Sawyer's hard shaft. The tip was wet from all the pre cum that had leaked out, and Barry was anxious to see what it tasted like. He took the head inside his mouth.
Sawyer moaned. "Fuck!"
Barry took his roommate's reaction as a signal to continue. He lowered his mouth another inch on the boy's dick and waited.
"God, I can't believe how good this feels," Sawyer sighed.
When Barry saw his roommate's eyes staring into his, he winked and took the rest of Sawyer's dick inside him mouth. His nose got lost in the middle of Sawyer's pubes.
"Oh. My. Fucking – God, I think I'm going to die!"
Barry brought his mouth half way up the boy's hairy shaft and stopped. He gave it a playful suck and slowly moved back down to the hairy base. At the same time, he began tugging on Sawyer's nut sac. Like the boy's hint of growing a treasure trail, Barry could see that one day soon Sawyer's nuts were going to be covered in a thick coating of black hair. When Barry's fingers felt the edge of his roommate's asshole, he stopped. While he would love to explore and play with Sawyer's hairy entrance, Barry realized this wasn't the time. He suddenly felt Sawyer's hands on his head.
"Stop! I'm going to cum."
Barry began working the boy's dick faster, moving his wet mouth up and down, and his face slammed into the boy's wiry bush each time Sawyer's cock hit the back of his throat. He felt boy's cock shake before shooting the first rope of cum across his tongue. Barry sucked eagerly, not wanting to lose any of the precious cream. After Sawyer quit cumming, Barry refused to let go of the boy's dick. He loved feeling his roommate going soft in his mouth. When Sawyer went completely soft, Barry's nose dropped in the middle of the boy's thick bush. He finally let Sawyer's dick slip out of his mouth and watched as a thin string of cum came with it.
Barry grinned. "You're going to be so fucking hairy one of these days." He ran his fingers through Sawyer's pubes and felt the sticky bits of cum against his skin.
Sawyer broke the silence and asked "Aren't you going to fuck me?"
A serious look appeared on Barry's face. "Are you sure that's really something you want to do?"
Without any hesitation, Sawyer said, "Yes."
Barry smiled. "I want to fuck you, Sawyer. And I will fuck you, but it won't happen tonight."
Barry was on his stomach between Sawyer's legs. He rolled over and laid on the bed next to the boy. His dick stood hard and proud surrounded by his brown body hair. He touched the tip of his dick, and a string of pre cum attached to his finger. He smeared it all around his cockhead and stroked his dick a few times. Then he pulled his hand away and let it rest in the middle of his brown pubes. He played in the mass of curls for a few seconds before giving Sawyer a grin. "For tonight, I would love for you to jack my dick until I cum. Would you do that for me?"
Sawyer took hold of his roommate's cock and gave it a couple of timid strokes.
Barry placed a hand over Sawyer's fingers. "You can stroke a little faster. It's not going to break."
Sawyer jacked faster, and Barry leaked more pre cum. It landed on the boy's fingers, making it easy for Sawyer to jack his roommate's dick. As he stroked, Sawyer repeated what Barry had done to him. While one hand jacked Barry, the other played in the brown pubes that grew wide-spread around his cock.
"Feels so good, Sawyer. Doing an awesome job." Barry moaned as he said the words.
Barry felt the boy's hand leave his bush and go down to his balls. "Yeah, play with my balls, Sawyer."
"God, you're hairy down here," Sawyer said.
Barry felt the boy pinch one of his nipples, and it caused his cock to jerk against Sawyer's fingers. He felt his roommate's hand moving down his stomach.
"Fuck." Sawyer smiled. "I like playing in your hair."
"I like you playing in my hair."
Barry felt his balls tingle, and he knew he was about to cum. He surprised Sawyer by raising up and kissing the boy. Sawyer stopped jacking him.
"Fuck, don't stop." Barry kissed Sawyer again and felt the boy stroking his cock once more. The two things together sent Barry over the edge. "Fuck! I'm cumming, Sawyer!"
The first wave of pleasure flowed through Barry's body, followed by a second, and a few seconds later, a third and fourth hit. The last two were the strongest. By the time he had stopped erupting spunk, Barry's chest and stomach were covered with heavy drops of cream. Barry had fallen to the bed when his orgasm began, and now he laid there with his eyes closed. He was slowly coming down from his orgasmic high.
"Damn, you made a mess."
Barry opened his eyes and saw the cum on his body. Then he looked at Sawyer's hands that were still wrapped around his dick. A good amount of his spunk had ran through the boy's fingers. He grinned. "That was almost as good as fucking, Sawyer."
Sawyer shook his head. "Seriously?"
"For now, it is."
Sawyer let go of Barry's cock, and when he did, Barry saw that his roommate was hard again. "Sawyer, would you like to experience one more new thing tonight?"
Sawyer gave a nod, and Barry told him to lay on his back. While the boy was moving Barry scooped up the cum on his chest with his hand and rolled over so he was facing Sawyer. He wrapped his cum-coated fingers around Sawyer's cock and slowly massaged it. Then, "Jack your cock, Sawyer."
Watching Sawyer jacking off excited Barry, and he wanted, no, he needed to feel the boy's hard shaft in his hand. "Sawyer, can I jack you?"
Sawyer removed his hand, and Barry took over. His body was so close to Sawyer that he felt his cock rubbing the boy's leg. Damn, he had another hardon. He saw the pleasure on Sawyer's face, and jacked faster. Then he got an idea. As he jacked, he leaned over and sucked one of Sawyer's nipples inside his mouth.
"Fucking hell!" Sawyer's body jerked, and Barry felt the kid's dick shake. Sawyer was about to shoot his second load of cum for the evening.
Barry continued jacking the boy with one hand, and with the other, caught the cum as it flew out of Sawyer's cock. Once the boy had stopped erupting spunk, Barry fell to his back and spread the cum on his dick. He started jacking off and enjoyed the way Sawyer's spunk made his dick feel.
Sawyer watched his roommate jack off and decided help Barry out. He got between Barry's legs and began playing with his furry ball sac. While holding Barry's hairy balls, Sawyer got an idea. Barry had told him that Cole had fucked him. The brown hair beneath Barry's balls was thick, and Sawyer pushed a finger through it. A second later his finger was touching his roommate's furry asshole. He pushed the tip of one finger through the hair and into the opening.
"Goddamn it! What the fuck are you doing?"
Sawyer immediately pulled his finger out and fell backward on the bed. "Sorry."
Barry stopped jacking off. He raised his head up so that he could see Sawyer. Smiling, he said, "Sawyer, you didn't do anything wrong. Please, will you put your finger back in there?"
"But you – I thought I made you mad."
"No, not at all. You just surprised the hell out of me." Barry began slowly jacking his dick once more. "If you're okay with it, you can go deeper inside me."
Sawyer got back in the same position and slowly placed a finger against Barry's hairy hole.
Barry felt a movement as the kid pushed a fingertip back inside him. He pushed his body up to encourage Sawyer to go deeper.
Sawyer took the hint and pushed his finger all the way inside his roommate's ass. Thick curly brown hair pressed hard into his hand. He wasn't sure what he should do next."
"Finger fuck me, Sawyer." Barry jacked faster as he spoke.
Still not certain about what he should do, Sawyer began working his finger in and out of his roommate's hairy wet tunnel.
"Fuck me harder," Barry groaned.
Barry stroked his dick, and Sawyer finger fucked Barry's ass.
"Faster," Barry moaned.
A moment later Sawyer felt his roommate's ass suck his finger deeper inside him. Suddenly the walls of Barry's ass clamped down hard on his finger, and Sawyer knew that Barry was getting ready to cum.
"God, yes!" Barry cried out.
His cock shook in his hand, and a rope of cum made its way slowly out of his pee slit, followed by a few more weak spurts. He grinned. "I think I'm out of cum for now."
Sawyer wasn't sure what to do, so he just remained where he was with his finger still planted inside his roommate's ass. When Barry saw the puzzled look on the boy's face, he let go of his dick and smiled. "You were awesome, Dude. Come here." Barry held out his arms.
Sawyer removed his finger from Barry's dripping ass and fell into his roommate's arms. The two shared a sticky hug.
"How about the two of us sleeping in the same bed tonight? Would you like that, Sawyer?"
"I would."
Barry kissed the boy lightly on the mouth. For some reason, he suddenly felt very protective of his new roommate. Sawyer kept his head on Barry's chest and they were content to stay that way.
Barry felt himself drifting to sleep when he heard Sawyer say something.
"What was that, Sawyer?"
"I said I hope you weren't too disappointed."
A frown appeared on Barry's face. "Why the hell would I be disappointed?"
"You didn't fuck me."
"Sawyer, we had this conversation. I told you I wasn't going to fuck you tonight, and I meant every word I said." Then grinning, he added, "But you fucked me."
"With my finger."
"Hey, it felt good."
Barry looked into his roommate's eyes. "Look, Sawyer, it's most likely going to happen. Me fucking you, I mean. You've admitted to me that other than jacking off, you have never had sex with a guy. This is all new to you, and I can understand how excited it makes you feel. Shit, it still makes me excited. You saw how hard I got with you tonight? Damn, Bud, I came twice in less than half an hour. Does that sound like I was disappointed?"
"I guess not. I just don't ever want you to be."
They became quiet, and a few minutes later, Sawyer rolled off Barry's stomach and turned over on his side.
Barry rolled over and moved so that the boy's back was next to him.
"Night, Barry."
Barry moved until he was touching the boy's back. He placed a hand across Sawyer's stomach, and the boy moved back against him.
"Night, Bud."
Sawyer went right to sleep, but it took Barry a little longer. Until this evening, Sawyer had been just a roommate. And a stubborn belligerent one at that. Now, for whatever reason, he felt that not only was the boy his roommate, but he was someone Barry needed to protect. Well, maybe protect wasn't the right word. By the time he felt himself falling asleep, Barry still hadn't decided exactly what his role was in Sawyer's life. His last thought was, I'll be here for you, Sawyer.