This story is intended for adult audiences 18+
Remember that *** indicates a change in narrator from Nate to Brett.
Part Six
I spent the last day doing the Tara and Margot thing with Jake and it fucking sucked. Tara was such a stereotypical blonde. I mean, she absolutely couldn't take a hint. What was really srewed up was that I had like three days left to be with Brett and Jake and his entourage were about to ruin it.
As "hot" as Tara was, there was no way that Jake would understand why I didn't want to hook up with her whenever he offered, so I kinda had to go along with it. Which was why we were going to the beach with the chicks.
Brett was sulking around the apartment real bad and the looks I caught him giving me could have easily killed a lesser guy, but I was gonna make it up to him as soon as I got the chance.
"You can come, too, if you want, Brett," Jake offered, like an afterthought.
"Yeah, right," Brett said, sitting on the sofa with his arms folded over his chest. He had on a red baseball cap and a jersey that was way too big for him, one of Jake's. I wanted to take it off of him so bad that my dick started filling up. I clenched my teeth and just sat there.
"Seriously," Jake said, preening in front of the mirror. "Tara's got to bring her little brother Mike and he's around your age, I think. You two can hang out. It's better than sitting in here all day."
Brett shrugged.
The minute I saw Mike, my gaydar went crazy. He was so far out that he couldn't get back in and so I decided to go to the beach. I mean, I could really get back at Nate for everything he'd pulled over the past day and a half, leaving me behind while he went off with Tara.
I squeezed into the back of Tara's jeep right next to her brother Mike and pressed my leg against his. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"Hey," I said to him, ignoring Nate when he sat next to me. Jake and Margot sat in the front passenger seat, her on his lap while Tara drove.
"Hi," Mike said and smiled at me. It was amazing how he could lisp with just that one word, but he did it faultlessly. I kinda liked him. He wasn't bad looking really, maybe back home he would be the kind of guy I could have a real chance with. I smiled back at him.
"My name's Brett," I said.
"Mike," he said back and I brushed my knee against his. He blushed real hard and looked at me like he thought I was losing it. I just kept smiling at him. I was in Florida and if he wasn't gay, I would be back home in a few days anyway.
"Cool," I said, real warm. "You lived in Florida long?"
"My whole life."
"So, you can show me around this beach, huh?" I asked him. He grinned.
"If you want me to."
The minute I got him alone, I was gonna kill the kid. He was deliberately driving me nuts. Every time I looked up, there he was glued to Tara's brother's side like a fucking skin graft. And they were constantly touching each other. They were practically holding hands...if they got any closer I wouldn't be liable for what I would do.
He was trying to get back at me. That had to be it. Because I knew he had feelings for me. Everytime we were together, his heart beat like crazy and I could read the emotion in his eyes. It was the kind of emotion you didn't just feel one minute and throw off the next.
What if he wasn't as crazy about me as I thought? What if he really didn't give a shit who the guy was as long as he was getting his rocks off? The thought made me start shaking and for a minute I was so scared.
Scared of what, though? Losing what? This thing was only gonna last as long as we were far away from home in Florida or Fantasyland. As soon as we got off that train for home, this shit was over. So, it shouldn't fucking matter to me who Brett decided to screw around with.
"I want to show this Northerner how to surf," Tara was saying to me and somehow I was dragged off into the water.
Mike wasn't half bad. He told a decent joke and he didn't mind if I got real close to him, which pretty much served my purposes for the day. He showed me all of the cool places on the beach that I would never have found on my own, too.
I made sure to make things look real good when we all sat on beach blankets to eat some sandwiches and cold sodas that Margot had packed. I sat real close to Mike and joked around with him a lot. Every time I looked up, I would catch Nate's eyes on us and a little thrill would go through me. It felt great to be the one in control for a change.
Things were going fine until it started to get dark. Jake, Margot, Tara and Nate were down on the beach somewhere and the crowd had thinned a lot. I was sitting on the sand with Mike, still flirting when he looked up at me.
"I wish you liked me for real," he said quietly and I was shocked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I can tell when someone really likes me and when someone is just playing around," he said. "Everybody knows I'm gay and sometimes I get guys who want to play tricks on me or who just wanna get their dicks sucked. So, I've figured how to tell if someone really likes me and I know that you don't really like me."
He had no concrete evidence.
"You're really cool," I said, sincerely.
"I'm glad that you think so," he said with a warm smile. "And I think I have it figured out about you."
"What?"
"You've got something going on with the guy Tara's seeing," he said and my heart lurched.
"Why do you think that?" I asked.
"The way he looks at you," he said. "And the way he looks like he wants to kill me."
"He's an asshole," I said vehemently.
Mike shook his head. "No, he's not," Mike said. "He's just totally messed up in the head about being gay. A guy like him, you know. It's almost harder for jocks to admit that they're gay cuz everybody expects so much from them. A guy like me everybody already figures is gay and a guy like you people can accept it when you tell them you're gay, but with guys like him, everybody's always shocked when they're gay. So, you gotta figure on him being pretty screwed up about it."
"That doesn't mean he has a free license to be a fucking prick," I said and Mike nodded.
"And maybe he'll figure that out, too," Mike agreed. "Anyway, you two make a real hot couple."
"Whatever," I said, but inside I smiled a little. I hadn't even dared start to think of Nate and I as a couple. I was pretty sure that what was going on in Florida was like the Twilight Zone or something and soon I would be right back in my regular life, the one where Nate treated me like the bubonic plague.
"Anyway, I got one more place I wanna show you," he said and stood up, brushing the sand off of his butt. I stood, too, and followed him down the beach and back into a duney area, where we climbed a few rocks until we reached a sandy stream. He whirled around to face me.
"This is where everybody comes when they wanna make out," he said with a little smile. I peered around for a sign of life, but there didn't seem to be anyone around.
"It seems like a cool place to make out," I shrugged.
"I brought you here cuz I thought you might want to kiss me," he said quietly. "Even though I'm not him. Maybe just once."
He was sweet...and a real nice guy. My heart kind of melted in my chest. I really wished for a moment that I could be the guy to make him happy. I moved in closer to him and placed my lips on his.
I followed them. I know it was stupid, but damn I just couldn't help being jealous as hell. I watched as they climbed some rocks a little ways ahead of me, then I made my way up there, too. When I finally caught up with them, they were standing talking, then getting closer to each other and finally...kissing.
I think I blacked out, but I'm not really sure what that feels like. What I felt was this deep, hard knot of rage just erupt inside of me. My squirt kissing some guy?
I tread over the sand and shrubs until I was right on them, then I pulled Brett off of him hard. Brett looked up at me like I had grown two heads.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked and I knew that I was yelling but I had no control over it. I looked from Brett's shocked face to Mike's, then back. I didn't know who I wanted to punch first.
"We were kissing," Brett said, unrepentant. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
My hands started shaking and I stood there, not knowing what the hell to do with myself. What I really wanted to do was rip Mike to shreds and Brett, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to fuck him until he screamed at the top of his lungs that he was mine and nobody else's.
"Don't fucking do this, Brett." I said real low.
"Don't what?" he yelled back. "Do what the fuck you've been doing with Tara since we got here?"
"That's different," I said.
"Different how?" Brett asked and his voice was wobbling. "I do whatever the fuck I wanna do, you should know that by now, Nate." He threw my words back at me.
"I don't even like girls," I raged at him. "It was different."
"I asked him to kiss me," Mike cut in quickly. "He was just doing it as a favor to me. He told me how he felt about you and everything."
That took the wind out of my sails.
"Don't help me out, Mike," Brett said to him, then looked back at me. "It doesn't matter why I kissed him. The bottom line is that I'm through letting you walk all over me. I'm gay, Nate. That's what the fuck I am and I'm gonna be with a guy who can handle that."
I looked at him, at how serious he was and how hurt he was.
"Fine, then I'll fucking handle it," I said.
He looked at me.
"What do you mean?" he asked warily.
"I mean, if you're only gonna be with a guy who can handle being gay, then I'll have to figure out how to handle being gay," I told him and I grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him up against me. "Cause I wanna be with you...and...I don't want you to be with anybody else but me."
He looked at me, wide-eyed, disbelief all over his face.
"Well, I don't want you to be with anybody else but me either," he said, his voice was starting to shake. "That includes Tara."
"Fine," I said.
"Fine," he said back.
I ran my fingers over his mouth hard, wiping that kiss away. He was mine and as long as he knew it, everything was cool.
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