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It was after ten thirty when I awoke to the bed moving. I could still hear partiers out in the living room, though it was quieter than it had been before. People were settling down, some leaving, and the remaining probably didn't want the neighbors to call the cops on them for disturbance.
"What the hell?" As the bed shifted again, I got up on my elbow to look over toward my desk. There was Hunter, dressed in a pair of boxers, sliding into the other side of the bed. I quickly began gathering the blankets up around me. "Oh, no! You get the floor for as long as I must share my room with you! Get out of my bed! Damn it! Get your cold feet away from me, you jerk!"
Grabbing some of the blankets away from me, he snuggled down into the bed like a little k**. "No way in hell am I sleeping on the floor. Get over it or go sleep on the couch. Just shut the hell up."
Well, I wasn't going to stand for this! Turning sideways, I braced my feet against his side and began to shove.
"What the hell?" With a laugh, he grabbed his pillow and hit me in the face with it.
Not one to give up so easily, I went up on my knees and started shoving at him with my hands. Maybe if I could just roll him out of the bed, that might work. Before I knew it, he'd grabbed both of my wrists and flipped me over on top of his chest, holding my hands down near his hips. "Would you please settle down and go to sleep? I'm tired and really not in the mood to dominate you into letting me sleep in the bed. It's happening, so get over it."
It was just my bad fortune that I'd come to the realization earlier in the day that he turned me on. Yes, that's right, the guy that tormented me, unbelievably gave me wet dreams. This was so not happening.
The feeling of his chest smashed up against mine, my heat seeping into his cool skin, the strangely erotic grip of his hands on my wrists began to do things to my body that for a moment I prayed I was imagining. Petrified when I realized that yes, my timid little body was responding to the closeness of his, I closed my eyes and hoped for a bolt of lightning to strike me dead.
"Um, Todd?"
"Shut up, just shut up," I whispered in desperation and dropped my head to his shoulder in abject humiliation. As if my day couldn't have possibly gotten worse, now this happened. Great. "Please just shut up and let me go."
With a heavy sigh, he brought our hands up and with a heave of his shoulders, rolled us over so he was laying on top of me.
"Wha-what the hell are you doing, Hunter? Get off!"
"Shh." He brought our hands above my head and slowly began to grind his hips into mine. That was when I felt him grow. My breath hitched in my throat not allowing me to stop him. He began to move faster, rubbing us together through the clothing of our sleepwear. My back lifted off the mattress, a groan escaping me. I couldn't help it, it felt so wrong and so good.
Neither of us lasted long. I came on a whimper, him on a groan. When he let me go and rolled back over to his side of the bed, I flailed one hand on top of my nightstand, grabbing my inhaler. I think I'd used it more in this one day than I had in the last week.
Though my mind whirled with what had just happened, I took a small amount of pleasure in knowing that his breath wasn't terribly steady either.
My voice shook badly as I said, "Fine. You can sleep in the bed tonight. Just stay on your own damn side."
With a shaky laugh, Hunter turned on his side away from me. "Night, Todd. Now shut the hell up and go to sleep."
Yeah, sleep. THAT was the first thing on my mind right now, uh-huh. I couldn't believe my younger soon-to-be stepbrother had just held me down and humped me until we'd both shot our loads. Oh, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind right now.
The next morning, I skipped breakfast. Apparently, Hunter had told Mom that I wasn't feeling well last night and had gone to bed early, so I had a good excuse to skip the breaking of the morning fast. If I had tried to eat, I probably would have upchucked in a rather unappetizing way, anyhow. Hunter had been in the shower when I'd awoke, so I quickly made my way down to the guest bathroom and washed up. In full shock, embarrassment, and no mood to face anyone, I donned my depression clothes, as my mother called them. Black sweats, black Quicksilver zip up hoody sweatshirt and some grey wool socks that I loved. Hood up and pulled low over my head, I didn't have to look at anyone if I didn't want to. It was like being in my very own portable cave.
"Aw, baby, you still don't feel well?" I heard my mother asked as I came shuffling out of the bathroom. I could just see Hunter down the hall towards the kitchen over her shoulder and could feel all the blood rushing to my face when he looked over at me. Mom came over and put her hand under my hood to feel my forehead. "Baby, you feel a little warm. Maybe you should just take it easy today."
"Yeah, I think I'll stay in my room. I just want to grab some coffee."
"Sure, come on into the kitchen and I'll get you a mug. Frank made a fresh batch just a few minutes ago."
I shuffled behind her, head down as far as it could go so, I could only see people's feet. Dear God, those were Hunter's feet, weren't they? How could a guy possibly have sexy bare feet? That was just mean.
"Honey, I just feel awful. Frank, maybe we shouldn't go out today? My Mom and Dad wouldn't mind putting it off for another day."
"Sure, love, if you think that's best."
Forgetting I wasn't looking at anyone, I raised my head, shaking it vehemently. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to hang around and dote on me when I just wanted to be left alone. "No, no. Please, go out, have a good time! That way you guys won't catch whatever it is that I've got. Please, don't let me keep you here."
"Are you sure, honey," Mom asked, concern on her face.
"Of course I'm sure, Mom. You know me, I'll just be sleeping and playing online. Go, have fun." I took my mug from her. She knew just the way I liked it. One third creamer, three packets of Splenda, and a little coffee to top it off. "I don't want Grandma and Grandpa to be disappointed."
"Well, okay, if you're sure."
"I'm sure, Mom."
"Just take it easy today, promise?"
Smiling, I kissed her on the cheek. "Promise." With that, I retreated to my room. Ah, solitude, my best friend. Online gaming with coffee in hand, my favorite past time.
Twenty minutes later while I was taming a horse online, there was a knock on the door. Frank stuck his head in as I peered at him from under my hood. "Well, we're going to head out, Todd. It'll be nice and quiet for you, too. We're dropping Grayson off at a friend's house and Hunter left a while ago to talk to one of the college counselors about scholarships. We'll see you in a couple of hours, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Feel better."
Thirty minutes later, I was in Britain trying desperately to help kill the Ettin that was lurking outside the gate. Beside me was one of my best buddies, Lord Xavier. I'd met him in my first week of playing nearly two years ago and we'd helped each other out with things in game and in life. He told me all about his football team and how he was sorry that he'd disappointed his dad when he'd told his old man that he loved football and hated baseball with a passion. His old man was a baseball fanatic and had tried to push it onto his son since before he could walk. Apparently, his dad was sad over the baseball, but was there for every game his son played, cheering him on. I, in turn, told him about my father trying to kill me and me landing in a psych ward. At first, he didn't believe me, but as our friendship grew, so did our trust of one and other. We talked about school, things we wanted to do with our lives, and every little thing that popped into our head.
"So, how's the new family working out," he typed as he delivered a devastating blow to the Ettin's head.
"You wouldn't believe how miserable I am," I responded, rapidly trying to heal both of our wounds from a safe distance.
"Oh yeah? That bad, huh?" The Ettin hit his foot, causing him to limp around the page.
"Well, not all of it. I mean, the guy my mom is marrying is alright and the little twerp is kind of cool when he's not trying to shoot everyone with a squirt gun." I dove in with my sword and . . . Missed. Crap. I needed to work on my anatomy, so I didn't miss so much. He was getting all the good shots!
"So, what's the problem? The bully you were telling me about from school. He's the guy's son, isn't he?"
"Yeah, the jack ass. He moved into my room, even slept in my bed last night!"
"LOL! Where did you sleep?"
My emotion italics showed me bowing my head in shame. "In the bed next to him."
"ROFLMAO!" He swung his sword and hit the Ettin in the chest. "You're k**ding me, aren't you? Seriously man? Did you snuggle until dawn?"
"STFU man! You have no idea how traumatizing that was after he tormented me through the wedding celebration." The Ettin hit me in the head and my plate mail may have been damaged. I swung again and hit him in the jaw. "If I tell you something, you promise not to freak out on me?"
"In the two years we've known each other, have I ever freaked out? Well, besides the whole thing about you almost dying by your psychotic father and all that." He grinned at me.
"Okay, here it goes." On a sigh, I stared at my keyboard. This guy was one of my best friends even though we had never met in person. If he couldn't accept what I was about to tell him, then no one would. Somehow, saying it to him in game seemed more real to me than any of the conversations I'd had in person with counselors over the years. "He got me off last night."
"WTF? Say that one more time?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "He got me off last night and I don't think I've ever been more turned on." With a devastating blow to the Ettin's head, I said, "I'm gay and the biggest bully I've ever met is the guy that I like. How sick and twisted is that?"
"Holy @&$%!!!!!" The Ettin delivered a killing blow to Lord Xavier, and his body fell to the ground. Quickly pulling up my spirit speak skill, I found him and conversed with his spirit. "Hey, man, um, I'll be right back as soon as I get resurrected. Can you grab my stuff and meet me by the west bridge?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right there!"
His little spirit quickly ran off to get resurrected as I began looting his body. I was only able to do that because we were just outside of the protection of the guards. Did he have any idea what this was doing to my Karma?
I met up with him at the west bridge and handed over his stuff. "Um, that Ettin was pretty tough, huh?" With my emotion italics, I kicked at a pebble.
Xavier's italics showed him ruffling my hair. "Don't worry about it. You're not the first sick and twisted guy I've ever met. Hell, you tried to kill yourself after your father failed. You think this shocks me? Never."
"LOL You're a bastard, you know that?"
"Yeah, but that's why we get along. Hey, I've got to go, I've got a meeting at college. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah, cya later, Xavier."
"And Todd?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't stress it. Everything will work out fine, I'm sure of it."
"Yeah."
He logged off and so did I. I just didn't feel like playing anymore. Granted, I'd now been on for over an hour, but for me that was an extremely short period of time seeing as how I could be on for six hours at a time and not even realize it. Told you I was a dork.
I left the computer up and crawled into bed fully clothed. Now that the house was quiet, I really was tired. Last night hadn't been exactly restful, all things considered.
"What the hell?" As the bed shifted again, I got up on my elbow to look over toward my desk. There was Hunter, dressed in a pair of boxers, sliding into the other side of the bed. I quickly began gathering the blankets up around me. "Oh, no! You get the floor for as long as I must share my room with you! Get out of my bed! Damn it! Get your cold feet away from me, you jerk!"
Grabbing some of the blankets away from me, he snuggled down into the bed like a little k**. "No way in hell am I sleeping on the floor. Get over it or go sleep on the couch. Just shut the hell up."
Well, I wasn't going to stand for this! Turning sideways, I braced my feet against his side and began to shove.
"What the hell?" With a laugh, he grabbed his pillow and hit me in the face with it.
Not one to give up so easily, I went up on my knees and started shoving at him with my hands. Maybe if I could just roll him out of the bed, that might work. Before I knew it, he'd grabbed both of my wrists and flipped me over on top of his chest, holding my hands down near his hips. "Would you please settle down and go to sleep? I'm tired and really not in the mood to dominate you into letting me sleep in the bed. It's happening, so get over it."
It was just my bad fortune that I'd come to the realization earlier in the day that he turned me on. Yes, that's right, the guy that tormented me, unbelievably gave me wet dreams. This was so not happening.
The feeling of his chest smashed up against mine, my heat seeping into his cool skin, the strangely erotic grip of his hands on my wrists began to do things to my body that for a moment I prayed I was imagining. Petrified when I realized that yes, my timid little body was responding to the closeness of his, I closed my eyes and hoped for a bolt of lightning to strike me dead.
"Um, Todd?"
"Shut up, just shut up," I whispered in desperation and dropped my head to his shoulder in abject humiliation. As if my day couldn't have possibly gotten worse, now this happened. Great. "Please just shut up and let me go."
With a heavy sigh, he brought our hands up and with a heave of his shoulders, rolled us over so he was laying on top of me.
"Wha-what the hell are you doing, Hunter? Get off!"
"Shh." He brought our hands above my head and slowly began to grind his hips into mine. That was when I felt him grow. My breath hitched in my throat not allowing me to stop him. He began to move faster, rubbing us together through the clothing of our sleepwear. My back lifted off the mattress, a groan escaping me. I couldn't help it, it felt so wrong and so good.
Neither of us lasted long. I came on a whimper, him on a groan. When he let me go and rolled back over to his side of the bed, I flailed one hand on top of my nightstand, grabbing my inhaler. I think I'd used it more in this one day than I had in the last week.
Though my mind whirled with what had just happened, I took a small amount of pleasure in knowing that his breath wasn't terribly steady either.
My voice shook badly as I said, "Fine. You can sleep in the bed tonight. Just stay on your own damn side."
With a shaky laugh, Hunter turned on his side away from me. "Night, Todd. Now shut the hell up and go to sleep."
Yeah, sleep. THAT was the first thing on my mind right now, uh-huh. I couldn't believe my younger soon-to-be stepbrother had just held me down and humped me until we'd both shot our loads. Oh, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind right now.
The next morning, I skipped breakfast. Apparently, Hunter had told Mom that I wasn't feeling well last night and had gone to bed early, so I had a good excuse to skip the breaking of the morning fast. If I had tried to eat, I probably would have upchucked in a rather unappetizing way, anyhow. Hunter had been in the shower when I'd awoke, so I quickly made my way down to the guest bathroom and washed up. In full shock, embarrassment, and no mood to face anyone, I donned my depression clothes, as my mother called them. Black sweats, black Quicksilver zip up hoody sweatshirt and some grey wool socks that I loved. Hood up and pulled low over my head, I didn't have to look at anyone if I didn't want to. It was like being in my very own portable cave.
"Aw, baby, you still don't feel well?" I heard my mother asked as I came shuffling out of the bathroom. I could just see Hunter down the hall towards the kitchen over her shoulder and could feel all the blood rushing to my face when he looked over at me. Mom came over and put her hand under my hood to feel my forehead. "Baby, you feel a little warm. Maybe you should just take it easy today."
"Yeah, I think I'll stay in my room. I just want to grab some coffee."
"Sure, come on into the kitchen and I'll get you a mug. Frank made a fresh batch just a few minutes ago."
I shuffled behind her, head down as far as it could go so, I could only see people's feet. Dear God, those were Hunter's feet, weren't they? How could a guy possibly have sexy bare feet? That was just mean.
"Honey, I just feel awful. Frank, maybe we shouldn't go out today? My Mom and Dad wouldn't mind putting it off for another day."
"Sure, love, if you think that's best."
Forgetting I wasn't looking at anyone, I raised my head, shaking it vehemently. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to hang around and dote on me when I just wanted to be left alone. "No, no. Please, go out, have a good time! That way you guys won't catch whatever it is that I've got. Please, don't let me keep you here."
"Are you sure, honey," Mom asked, concern on her face.
"Of course I'm sure, Mom. You know me, I'll just be sleeping and playing online. Go, have fun." I took my mug from her. She knew just the way I liked it. One third creamer, three packets of Splenda, and a little coffee to top it off. "I don't want Grandma and Grandpa to be disappointed."
"Well, okay, if you're sure."
"I'm sure, Mom."
"Just take it easy today, promise?"
Smiling, I kissed her on the cheek. "Promise." With that, I retreated to my room. Ah, solitude, my best friend. Online gaming with coffee in hand, my favorite past time.
Twenty minutes later while I was taming a horse online, there was a knock on the door. Frank stuck his head in as I peered at him from under my hood. "Well, we're going to head out, Todd. It'll be nice and quiet for you, too. We're dropping Grayson off at a friend's house and Hunter left a while ago to talk to one of the college counselors about scholarships. We'll see you in a couple of hours, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Feel better."
Thirty minutes later, I was in Britain trying desperately to help kill the Ettin that was lurking outside the gate. Beside me was one of my best buddies, Lord Xavier. I'd met him in my first week of playing nearly two years ago and we'd helped each other out with things in game and in life. He told me all about his football team and how he was sorry that he'd disappointed his dad when he'd told his old man that he loved football and hated baseball with a passion. His old man was a baseball fanatic and had tried to push it onto his son since before he could walk. Apparently, his dad was sad over the baseball, but was there for every game his son played, cheering him on. I, in turn, told him about my father trying to kill me and me landing in a psych ward. At first, he didn't believe me, but as our friendship grew, so did our trust of one and other. We talked about school, things we wanted to do with our lives, and every little thing that popped into our head.
"So, how's the new family working out," he typed as he delivered a devastating blow to the Ettin's head.
"You wouldn't believe how miserable I am," I responded, rapidly trying to heal both of our wounds from a safe distance.
"Oh yeah? That bad, huh?" The Ettin hit his foot, causing him to limp around the page.
"Well, not all of it. I mean, the guy my mom is marrying is alright and the little twerp is kind of cool when he's not trying to shoot everyone with a squirt gun." I dove in with my sword and . . . Missed. Crap. I needed to work on my anatomy, so I didn't miss so much. He was getting all the good shots!
"So, what's the problem? The bully you were telling me about from school. He's the guy's son, isn't he?"
"Yeah, the jack ass. He moved into my room, even slept in my bed last night!"
"LOL! Where did you sleep?"
My emotion italics showed me bowing my head in shame. "In the bed next to him."
"ROFLMAO!" He swung his sword and hit the Ettin in the chest. "You're k**ding me, aren't you? Seriously man? Did you snuggle until dawn?"
"STFU man! You have no idea how traumatizing that was after he tormented me through the wedding celebration." The Ettin hit me in the head and my plate mail may have been damaged. I swung again and hit him in the jaw. "If I tell you something, you promise not to freak out on me?"
"In the two years we've known each other, have I ever freaked out? Well, besides the whole thing about you almost dying by your psychotic father and all that." He grinned at me.
"Okay, here it goes." On a sigh, I stared at my keyboard. This guy was one of my best friends even though we had never met in person. If he couldn't accept what I was about to tell him, then no one would. Somehow, saying it to him in game seemed more real to me than any of the conversations I'd had in person with counselors over the years. "He got me off last night."
"WTF? Say that one more time?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "He got me off last night and I don't think I've ever been more turned on." With a devastating blow to the Ettin's head, I said, "I'm gay and the biggest bully I've ever met is the guy that I like. How sick and twisted is that?"
"Holy @&$%!!!!!" The Ettin delivered a killing blow to Lord Xavier, and his body fell to the ground. Quickly pulling up my spirit speak skill, I found him and conversed with his spirit. "Hey, man, um, I'll be right back as soon as I get resurrected. Can you grab my stuff and meet me by the west bridge?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right there!"
His little spirit quickly ran off to get resurrected as I began looting his body. I was only able to do that because we were just outside of the protection of the guards. Did he have any idea what this was doing to my Karma?
I met up with him at the west bridge and handed over his stuff. "Um, that Ettin was pretty tough, huh?" With my emotion italics, I kicked at a pebble.
Xavier's italics showed him ruffling my hair. "Don't worry about it. You're not the first sick and twisted guy I've ever met. Hell, you tried to kill yourself after your father failed. You think this shocks me? Never."
"LOL You're a bastard, you know that?"
"Yeah, but that's why we get along. Hey, I've got to go, I've got a meeting at college. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah, cya later, Xavier."
"And Todd?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't stress it. Everything will work out fine, I'm sure of it."
"Yeah."
He logged off and so did I. I just didn't feel like playing anymore. Granted, I'd now been on for over an hour, but for me that was an extremely short period of time seeing as how I could be on for six hours at a time and not even realize it. Told you I was a dork.
I left the computer up and crawled into bed fully clothed. Now that the house was quiet, I really was tired. Last night hadn't been exactly restful, all things considered.
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