Two Point Conversion (10 page)

“I believe this is called foreplay.” Kevin crawled his brother’s body, skipping the fabric covered area to lick the flat abs and dip his tongue into Kyle’s navel. “I want you to enjoy this.” He rolled his brother until he lay beneath him while he worked his way up to Kyle’s nipples. “Would you rather I just climbed on and fucked you.”

Kyle’s arms gave out and he fell flat against the carpet. He didn’t answer, not in words at any rate. He wrapped his arms around Kevin’s shoulders and tried to pull him down until their bodies would be pressed together, but Kevin wasn’t finished tasting him. Kyle thrashed beneath him, sweat filming his soap scented skin. Kevin could smell how much Kyle wanted him. He’d never thought that was possible, to smell arousal. He fought to keep from flipping his brother over and doing just what he was trying hard not to do, fuck his brother hard into the floor.

“God, yes, I want you to fuck me,” Kyle whispered into his mouth, when Kevin finished his journey. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life. And you haven’t even touched my dick.”

“I’ll get there. Eventually,” Kevin whispered back, licking his brother’s mouth as he spoke. Kyle parted his lips and pulled Kevin closer to him. Kevin didn’t stop him this time. He wanted to feel Kyle’s body pressed to his so badly, he hissed at the first contact of flesh to flesh. “First I want to kiss you. I want to hold you and kiss you, so that you know this isn’t just fucking. I want you to know you’re special, and that I love you. I want you to want me as much as I want you.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone like this, Kev. I’ve never felt like this. As if each little whisper will kill me. Waiting for you to kiss me is driving me crazy. Waiting for you, thinking about your tongue in my mouth. I want you so much.” Kyle flicked his tongue over his lips, touching Kevin’s as he did the same. Each meeting sent electricity sparking throughout Kevin’s body.

“I want to make love to you, Kyle.” Kevin couldn’t explain what he wanted. He knew he sounded like some love-sick boy trying to seduce the hottest boy on the block. He didn’t care, this was Kyle. “I want to know what it feels like to be inside you. I want to come inside you.”

“I want you to.” Kyle arched his body into Kevin’s, pushing their groins together. His dick was so hard and hot Kevin had to fight hard not to come at just that touch. “We’ve already fucked once.”

“
You
fucked
me
. There’s a difference. I’m gay. I wanted it. Badly. I wanted it to be you. But until last week you’ve never…I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want you to blame me when regret sets in. I want you so much. But I don’t want to lose you because I pushed you into something you don’t want.” He couldn’t close his mouth over Kyle’s just yet. He had to know if this was a mistake. If this was nothing but sex to Kyle.

“No regret. I love you. I want to be with you. Not just as your brother.” Kyle lay perfectly still beneath him, eyes open, his gaze locked with Kevin’s. He reached up to cradle Kevin’s face with his hands. “I want my first time to be
you. Kevin…” He paused to swallow. “I want all of my times to be with you. I know we’re young. And probably stupid. But…This is right. I’ve never felt like this before. Never. When you kissed me the first time, I knew it then, on the bus last week. Every dark fantasy I’ve ever had came back to me then. I’ve listened to you in the shower for years. I'd hear you cry out when you came, and I wouldn’t be far behind you. I’d close my eyes and pretend it wasn’t you that I was thinking about, wondering what you would look like as you stroked yourself. Wondering who you were thinking about to make you need it every morning. Wondering why my body responded every damned time. Friday, when you kissed me….Fucking kiss me, now. Please don’t make me beg.” Kyle pulled Kevin face down to his, he licked his lips one last time.

Kevin couldn’t stop himself any longer. He closed his mouth over Kyle’s, sealing their lips together. He kissed him until neither of them could breathe. Kyle moved beneath him, rocking into him, gliding his dick against Kevin’s zipper until Kevin thought he would burst. Pleasure sizzled through his body, over his skin…He’d never felt so alive, or loved.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off,” he whispered, thrusting hard against his brother. Kyle raked his back with his blunt nails, trying to pull him even closer. He whimpered and locked his mouth over Kevin’s kissing him, his tongue licking into Kevin’s mouth.

“Want you inside me.” Kyle spread his legs to wrap around Kevin’s thighs. He thrust hard into Kevin.

Kevin groaned and pushed himself up onto his knees. He was too close. Kyle lay on the carpet, his eyes half closed, his body flushed and sheened with sweat. His shorts had worked up from rubbing against each other to expose the patch of white jock underneath. Kyle’s dick jutted out the side to disappear into his shorts, his shaft and balls displayed for Kevin to… He dropped back onto his hands. No more foreplay, time to do what he needed to do or die. He nuzzled Kyle’s crotch, the musky scent of his jock sent electric jolts straight to his dick.

“You smell fucking good,” he said as Kyle arched into his face.

“Suck me,” Kyle whispered, as he threaded his fingers through Kevin’s hair. “I love fucking your mouth.” He writhed on the floor rubbing his balls against Kevin’s face.

“We need lube,” Kevin groaned. He wasn’t going to fuck his brother dry, not for his first time. But, damn he needed to fuck him, and soon.

Kyle writhed as he twisted to reach above his head for something. He cursed when the volume on the television shot up loud. “Fucking remote…Where is it?”

The football game on the TV thrummed loudly, the fans cheered as the teams took the field. Bands played their fight songs. The announcers…announced.
Kevin
licked the base of Kyle’s dick. He inhaled the growing scent of Kyle’s lust and their mingled body odors as he licked his way to the head of Kyle’s dripping dick and swallowed him in one gulp. Kyle cried out in surprise, his body growing completely still.

Kevin raked his fingers over Kyle’s belly, caressing him as he sucked his dick deeper into his mouth. Kyle’s stomach rose and fell in staccato gasps as his cries turned to moans. He spread his legs, resting his feet on Kevin’s shoulders. One hand came back to thread in Kevin’s hair, while he shoved something hard into the hand Kevin had on his belly.

Kevin flipped the lid to the bottle of baby oil that had gone missing earlier in the week, and dribbled some onto his fingers. Without surrendering his brother’s dick he slicked his fingers under the jock straps to circle Kyle’s hole, massaging the oil in while Kyle rocked his hips, moving his dick into Kevin’s mouth at a pace that made him tremble and moan.

“Do it,” he begged when Kevin hesitated. “I want you to.” Kevin slid one finger inside him, slowly, easing it in until Kyle accepted the whole digit.

“More,” Kyle whispered. “I can take it. Feels good.”

Kevin eased a second, and then a third inside, and Kyle went still, letting Kevin set the pace.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to come.” Kevin could feel his brother’s orgasm building. Kyle's balls drew up tight, his dick throbbed in Kevin’s mouth, his ass muscles clamped around Kevin's fingers.

Kevin stopped.

“Not without me.” He rose up on to his knees again, and unzipped his shorts. Kyle fumbled inside the open fly with shaking fingers, but Kevin was too close, just Kyle's touch was enough to bring him to climax. He shoved Kyle’s hand away.

“Roll over. On your stomach.” Kyle looked as if he wanted to argue for a moment, but did as Kevin asked. More oil—this time he slicked his dick with one hand as he
moved up Kyle’s body. He leaned over him, pressing his face into the hollow between Kyle’s shoulder blades.

“I’m going to, now. Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.” Kyle lifted his ass to rub against Kevin. He twisted to look at Kevin. “I want you inside me now.” He caressed Kevin’s face with unsteady fingers wincing as Kevin pushed inside him.

“Oh, God.”

Kevin stopped, the pain in his brother’s eyes scared him. “Kyle?” He didn’t want to stop but he couldn’t hurt Kyle.

“It’s okay. Very…Intense. Don’t stop.” Kyle bit his lip, drawing blood. He pushed back against Kevin, his breath growing rapid and harsh.

“Okay. Lie down, and spread your legs a little.” Kevin held himself still while Kyle adjusted, the move opened him wider and Kevin slid in up to his balls.

“Oh, fuck,” it was his turn to cry out.

Kyle laughed and linked their fingers together on the floor.

“Fuck me, Kev.”

That’s all he needed. His body craved this. He was home. He wanted this, this man, this everything. He thrust deep into his brother, rocking into him when he couldn’t get deeper, Kyle moving with him. He held Kevin’s hands tightly in his, squeezing him with each thrust, each pass over that spot that had Kyle uttering his name, begging him not to stop. His body shook beneath Kevin, trembling as wave after wave of sheer pleasure passed between them.

“I’m…Can’t…Kevin,” Kyle screamed out his name as his body locked tight. Kevin felt every pulsing moment of his brother’s release. “Can’t…Oh, God.” The strangled cry was enough to drag Kevin along with him. Felt so good, like molten lava flowing from him into his brother. Hot and wet, sweaty, he panted, needing more. Craving more.

“What the fuck is going on?”

The voice didn’t belong. The searing pain in his arm seemed odd. Torn from his brother’s body, he scrambled to return, only to feel the unforgiving force
of a wall as he slammed against it. The rage in his father’s eyes, the only thing he could see. The sharp sting of a blow to his face all he could feel. He grabbed the hand that held him by his throat. He couldn’t swallow. Or breathe. Already light headed, his vision wavered but not before his father’s rage was replaced with another face, one equally as angry. Kyle. He gasped for breath and fell into his brother’s arms.

Chapter Ten

“Get away from him.” Kyle rolled onto his back in time to see their father slam Kevin against the wall. The television blared from when he’d hit the remote earlier. Still riding an orgasmic high, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Their father raised his hand against his brother, held him tight to the wall with a brutal grip on his neck, Kevin’s face turning red as he struggled. His dick still leaking from interrupted sex. And then it was all perfectly clear.

They’d been caught
.

Kyle was on his feet and across the room before he finished that thought. He shoved his father away from his brother and stepped between them. He didn’t expect Kevin to drop like a load of bricks into his arms. Or for his father to snatch him by his hair.

“Filthy dogs fucking on the floor. The both of you. I expected it of him. But you—” He turned Kyle around to face him, but he stepped back as Kyle growled at him.

“Don’t fucking touch my brother. I’ll kill you if you touch him again.”

Kyle felt Kevin lean against him—he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His arms went around Kyle’s chest. Kyle reached behind him to steady his brother, realizing that he needed the support from the attack.

“Both of you filthy queers. Fucking each other. We moved you into separate rooms and
still
you let him corrupt you,” the man they called father stood before them ranting.

“He didn’t corrupt me. He didn’t rape me. I didn’t corrupt him, or rape him. Whatever else you want to scream and rant about….Just shut up. This isn’t your business. We’re adults, this is consensual. Not your business.” Kyle screamed back shocking his father into silence. “And who the fuck are you to condemn us for anything, when you were going off to meet your girlfriend? With mom away, dad will play. But he doesn’t wait for her to go away. He’s fucked other women for years.”

The veins in his father’s neck popped, his face turning a strange shade of reddish purple. Kyle swallowed hard and waited for the blow to come. But it didn’t. He opened his eyes to see his father’s arm captured in Kevin’s outstretched hand.

“Don’t. Just don’t even think about it,” Kevin said from behind him, his voice raspy and filled with fear and anger. “He’s mine. I’m his. You have no say in anything.”

Calvin Beauchamp backed down for the first time in their lives. Their father backed down, and stepped away. He turned and walked toward the television. In seconds the set lay on the floor in a heap of smoke and shattered glass. Silence now filled the room.

“You’re right. You are adults. Nineteen. Old enough to take care of yourselves. And make decisions for yourselves.” Calvin turned back to face them, his face gone stone cold. “Pack your shit up and get out of my house. You have one hour. If you’re here when I get back…You will regret it.”

Kyle stood with Kevin draped over his shoulder, ice cold with fear. Kevin didn’t move or even seem to breathe as they waited for more. There would be more.

“And before you high-tail it down the street, just know I’ll call the police and report the underage drinking that goes on down there. You’ll all be dragged down to the police station, and his parents will be charged for supplying the beer.” Calvin Beauchamp didn’t look back as he walked out of the den.

Minutes later the front door slammed and Kyle’s knees gave out. He sank to the floor with Kevin following.

“I’m so sorry,” Kevin sobbed against his neck. His strong brother couldn’t stop shaking. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, Ky.”

Kyle turned in his arms and held him. He tucked his nose into Kevin’s neck and fought back the urge to cry.

“Not your fault. It’s not your fault, Kev.”

“We shouldn’t have—"

“It’s okay, Kev. It’s my fault. I teased. He said he’d be gone. I—"

“Not your fault. Not your fault. Mine. We—"

“Should we call Mom?” Kyle didn’t know what to do. Their mother had always been the one to stand up for them when their father went on a tirade. But this time…They were grown men now. In a
bad
situation.

“And tell her what? 'Mom, Dad threw us out after he caught us fucking in the den'?” Kev gave a bitter laugh and pulled away. He wiped at his face and winced when he swiped near his eye.

The area around his eye was beginning to swell and turn a light shade of purple. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth from the slap.

“Fucking bastard. Don’t touch it, Kev. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He stood dragging his brother to his feet. It was then that he noticed Kevin’s soft dick still exposed through the fly in his shorts, followed swiftly by the peculiar feeling of cum trickling from his ass down his thigh. He tried to fight back the burst of frantic laughter.

“Oh, God, we had…” He stopped and bit his tongue. No use crying over spilled milk now.

“What are we going to do?” Kevin followed him up the stairs like a lost puppy.

“Clean up. Wait him out. Call his bluff.” Kyle shivered with the thought.

“He keeps a gun in the glove box. If he comes home drunk and pissed—"

“I know. Fuck, Kevin, I know. I don’t know what to do. Pack for a few days and hide out with Lucas and Cody.” Kyle pushed Kevin onto the toilet seat and wet a wash cloth with cold water. “Here hold this over your face. The cold will help stop the swelling.” He didn’t want to tell him there was blood.

“He said he’d send the cops about the beer. He would, too. He’s just that kind of asshole.” Kevin held the cloth to his face with one hand and reached for Kyle with the other. He cradled Kyle’s face, swiping his thumb over his cheek and top lip. “I love you. I’ll go. You stay, it was me. He’s pissed at me. You say I took—"

“
No.
What the hell do you think I am? I’m not throwing you under the bus to save my own ass, Kevin. I love you, too, fucking moron.” He meant to push Kevin’s hand away but ended up holding it to his face. He turned and placed a kiss in his brother’s palm. “Okay, an hour. Fuck forty five minutes now. I need to wash and we should change and pack. Grab necessities. School. Books. Uniforms. Clothes. We’ll find someplace to crash for a few days until Mom gets home.”

He left Kevin sitting on the toilet looking dejected, and stripped quickly, tossing the cum-soaked clothing into the hamper they shared. Kevin’s one-eyed gaze followed him into the shower. Kyle closed the curtain. They didn’t have time to do what the heat in his brother’s eye promised. Water pressure dropped as he soaped his body, and he peeked out to see Kevin using the wash cloth to clean himself up. He dropped the now soiled cloth on the floor and left Kyle in the shower.

A few minutes later Kyle stepped into Kevin’s room just as he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. He turned to face Kyle, there was no smile, no warm welcome. Just panic.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Kyle found his gym bag and tossed it to him.

“Football.” He looked in his brother’s closet and found another bag and tossed that one, too. “Clothes. And anything you might need. Toothbrush. Stuff. Whatever. Like we’re going for a week to Grandma’s house.” He kicked Kevin’s unopened book bag and remembered he’d left his down in the den. “Don’t forget that.”

Kevin nodded and started packing. Kyle left him and went into his own room to do the same. He closed the door and leaned against it. And that’s when he lost it. He screamed and threw his towel across the room. Tears weren’t coming. Just anger. The door burst open and Kyle found himself trapped in strong arms.

“Fucker!” Kyle screamed. “He’s a scum sucking mother fucker. I hate him. I’ve always hated him. We never had a father, just…” It was his turn to sag to the carpet with Kevin holding him all the way down. “I’m scared, Kev. I can’t help it.”

“Me too.” Kevin nuzzled his neck, his mouth warm when he kissed Kyle. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay.”

“Will we? We don’t have any family left here. We’re alone. Mom is in Georgia. Grandma is dying. It’s just him and us. We have no money. Or jobs. I don’t know what to do.” He clung to Kevin, holding onto him for dear life.

“We’ll figure it out,” Kevin said as he stroked his hair. “We’ll go get something to eat. Pretend it’s any other night. We’ll call around. Sean maybe. Or we’ll park the SUV somewhere and call Lucas to come get us. Let’s just get dressed and get out of here.”

“Yeah. Makes sense,” Kyle replied, nodding along. He wasn’t hungry. His stomach hurt too much to eat. “I have Mom’s bank card. He can’t cancel that. Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

“Okay. Pack. Quickly. We’ll go…Somewhere.” Kevin lifted Kyle’s face to his and brushed a kiss to his lips. “We’ll be together. That’s all that matters.”

“Yeah.” Kyle closed his eyes and fell into the kiss. His heart raced in his chest. But he didn’t know if it was from the kiss or fear of the unknown.

“Get your bank card too. It’s our money. I don’t care where it came from. Summer jobs, college savings.”

“I forgot about that.” Kevin climbed to his feet and stood over him. “Yeah. Okay. Hurry up. I’m starving.”

“The quicker you get out, the quicker I can get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” Kyle followed his own advice and found his gym bag. When he looked around Kevin was nowhere to be seen.

He dressed quickly, and packed even quicker. Just throwing clothes into the bags, he didn’t care if anything matched. Underwear and socks. Cleats and Chucks. Deodorant and hair gel. Ipod and computer. When he was packed he went downstairs to the den to gather up his backpack. Kevin sat in front of the dead television set. His gaze unfocused.

“Phone, wallet, keys, bank cards?” Kyle asked. Kevin nodded. “Toothbrush? Uniform? Workout clothes?” Kevin nodded again. “Then let’s go get something to eat.”

Pretending that they carried a week’s worth of shit with them just to go out to dinner seemed to help.

“You drive,” Kevin handed off the keys. He still seemed dazed. “I can’t see all that well.”

Kyle waited for Kevin to get into the SUV after they’d put everything in the back.

“Should we maybe go to the ER to get your eye checked?”

“I’ve had worse. I’ll be fine with some Advil and a cheeseburger.” Kevin didn’t sound like he’d be okay. He sounded shockey.

“Okay.” Kyle looked at his brother one last time before putting the car in reverse and heading out of the neighborhood. He didn’t ask where Kevin wanted to go. He figured it didn’t matter at this point. Someplace where their dad wouldn’t show up. Where they could sit and get their bearings. Maybe call their mom.

Sometime later he and Kevin sat on the tailgate of the SUV, Kevin sipping a milkshake. He seemed better. They watched kids from school, out for a normal Saturday night, just hanging around. “Want to go see a movie or something? We could—"

“Not tonight.” Kevin cut him off before he could suggest dropping in on the school dance. Or any of the other million things they could have done tonight. “What if we check into a motel or something and just sleep.”

“We can do that.” Kyle swung his legs as he took the last of his fries and tossed them onto the pavement. “What about calling Lucas?”

“Too close to the house. I’d be tempted to go and…” Kevin didn’t finish his thought but Kyle knew where he was going with it.

“Yeah, me too.” He slurped the milkshake he didn’t want. Anything to pretend this night wasn’t happening. “Hey, there’s Coach. Wonder if he’s got a hot date?”

Coach Davis left the restaurant with a fairly large bag of food. He looked both ways before crossing the parking lot, headed straight for them.

“Oh, shit. He’s coming this way.” Kevin ducked his head. “Get rid of him.”

“Yeah,” Kyle agreed as Coach stopped in front of them. He looked at them strangely.

“Flint called me a while ago,” wasn’t exactly the opening Kyle expected. Neither was the man just standing there like he wanted to chat. Coach never chatted.

“Oh, yeah, how’s Lucas?” Kyle didn’t know what to say or do especially with Kevin practically shaking beside him.

“He’s worried about a couple of his teammates.” Coach cut to the chase. “He says he saw them load up their SUV like they were leaving for vacation. He says their family situation might be a problem right now.”

Kyle just hung his head. He wanted so much to deny what the man was saying.

“Look at me, Kevin.” Kyle looked up thinking Coach had gotten them confused again. But he was actually looking at the real Kevin. “Look me in the face, and tell me nothing is going on.”

Kevin looked up and Coach took a step back. He wiped his hand over his eyes.

“Okay…Okay. Who did this?” He looked back at Kyle but there didn’t seem to be any accusation in his gaze.

“Our dad,” Kyle answered for his brother. “He kicked us out of the house.”

“Kyle!” Kevin said, shaking his head.

“No, Kev, I’m not shutting up. We have no place to go. We...” But he shut up anyway because he didn’t know what else to say or how to ask for help.

“Is this because of yesterday?” Coach sighed and shifted on his feet. He looked around. Kyle did too—there was no one close enough to hear them. Everyone they knew was across the parking lot gathered around a car with music blasting. They were going to get kicked off the property, but that wasn’t unusual for a Saturday night. “About what you told me in the locker room?”