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Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 30 Disclaimer � This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don’t forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please fty/donate.html Well, I hope you all like this… This was a very hard chapter to write, because I knew a lot of y’all were anticipating this. I welcome all compliments and criticism to ail! Also, this isn’t the finale, in case it feels that way. I still got a few more chapters. Consider this the final climax. Or in terms of one of my favorite games: Non-Stop Infinite Climax! Chapter 30: Like Clockwork. * Dawn of the First Day * – 144 Hours Remain – Breathe, Ben… Come on, breathe. Fuck this stupid anxiety. I’m just picking up my brother at the airport… I’m just an hour or 2 early. Didn’t want to make him wait, y’know? Yet I feel my Cinnamon Toast Crunch wanting to come back up to say hello all over my dashboard. Jeez, this is just… I’ve already done all I can to keep myself from going crazy. I knew I should have waited, but… I couldn’t. You know me, patience is definitely a virtue that I fucked up hard. The magazine I got was already finished and crumbled in the back seat, I’ve listened to this CD like twice, I’ve even cleaned out the trash from under my seat. Tick tock tick tock… Hurry up, stupid pilot, come ooooooooon. Or auto-pilot? 50/50? Same thing, I guess. Should I wait out in front next to my truck? Or should I greet him in the lobby thing… Nah, that’s too much. I open my truck door and think about stepping out… but I shut it right back up. Just… close your eyes, Ben. Relax… Just… Relax…. Re…. Laaaaaaax… . . . . . * KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK * Go away… * KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK * Ugh, I don’t want any… Guess I gotta tell them to fuck off. I yawn and look around, and Army is waving at my passenger window, his face scrunched up trying not to laugh out loud at me. FUCK, ITS ARMY… SHIT SHIT SHIT. Shitty ass “first” impression of the new me… Ugh. That was a decent nap for once… But my neck feels like shit. Stepping out, I unlock the doors and wave at my brother, walking over and rubbing the leftover sleep from my face. Oh, I drooled on myself… “H-hey…” Army waved at me and took his backpack off. “Hi, Army…” I grabbed his luggage and tossed it in the back. I stepped forward, but then I realized he was just stepping quickly into my truck. No hug? Guess that might be a little much for now. Damn it, Ben… Be a little considerate. Things might not happen fast. Or at all… That thought put a weight back in my heart… I can’t get over the hug thing though… What if I really did fuck us over… The drive back to my place was silent… awkward. No jokes, no reading off the billboards, just… weirdly quiet. I felt very out of place. Maybe because in my head, I built this up to be something way different? Maybe it was wrong of me to think we could just melt back into place so easy. It’s just as tough for him too. What I wouldn’t give to just stop the truck and lean over to give him a big hug, but… Can’t. Gotta let him lead. I sort of know what I want… but if he doesn’t, then I’d only be hurting us both. “So…” I tried to stab through the awkward curtain, but I could already feel the weight hitting me back. Power through, come on… Power through! “What did you wanna do today? I know a great place to eat, and we can do whatever you want!” Army didn’t even turn from the window, just hiding behind his backpack still, like a shield. “Whatever you want to do…” Whatever I want to do… Damn, I’m not very good at this. What sends the wrong message? What are my options? I don’t want to send a weird message and throw him off. Bowling? That’s fun… but it could be bad. Army might not like it, I can’t tell with him sometimes. He’s a picky bitch. Plus it might be a little… sexy. The balls, lots of hand motions, polishing. The pier? Another fun time, but… very couple-ish. A bar?… Doesn’t even feel like I’m trying, I just want a drink. Also I can barely sneak myself in sometimes, don’t know how I can handle the baby faced goon. What else is there? Chuck-E-Cheese? … Groan. I’m dumb. And it’s kind of late for the Beach now. It’s already super crowded to get a nice spot, plus once again, Army might hate the sun and the sand and the water and air and stuff. Ughhhhh… Whatever, we’ll just get some fast food and chill at home at this point. Maybe that’s not so much of a bad idea. Keep it simple. Eaaaaaaase into the plan! . . . . . We made it back to my apartment, and I helped Army drag his other bag of luggage up the stairs. Walking in, he tossed off his backpack and other bag, and just walked around my living room. I heard a small whispered “Wow…” as he peeked at my TV, my games, my movies. Guess it’s nice to have a cool thing that fills up a whole apartment, instead of crammed into our old bedroom. He looked up at the walls and saw all the flags I got from shows I’ve been to. It’s really fucking nice to be able to actually display all the shit I’ve picked up over the years, that’s for sure. I grabbed my phone and called a local pizza place I liked… Might as well make it easy. _ _ _ _ _ I’m not really sure what’s going on right now. Ben’s idea of a fun day was a pizza and a few movies we haven’t seen yet. Which is… fine, but you’d think he’d be better prepared? He knew about this for a while. I guess he didn’t plan on this whole weird… pause between us. I feel weirdly uncomfortable right now and I don’t know why. Maybe I didn’t foresee this either… I guess in my mind, we would hug and just fit right back into place, like the corner pieces of a puzzle. You just know they go together. Maybe he isn’t sure how I’m feeling? I don’t know what he’s feeling, and that puts me at odds. I used to be able to really get into how he is, what he’s thinking, but it feels like exploring a new land during a blizzard. It’s cold, lonely, and you can’t see anything. And I don’t want to mess things up for us because Ben only wants to be friends now… Or worse, only brothers. Ben stepped away to his bedroom for a moment, and came back out with some blankets and pillows. “I got you some stuff so you can crash on the couch. I… uhhh… wasn’t sure what you wanted.” I grabbed the bedding from him and nodded… I wasn’t really sure what to say, either. My mind screamed to tell him that we can share his bed together, but that’s just… out of the question right now. “Okay… Umm… Don’t stay up… Too late, at least. We’re going to the beach early tomorrow, so get some swimming stuff ready.” Turning off the TV, I set up my makeshift bed and tried to relax. Ben slunk back off to his room… Yeah, this isn’t going to work. We either address the elephant in the room, or we let it kill us beneath its heavy weight bullshit. Elephantshit? Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue… I tossed and turned for a while, but… for one, its a couch, its not that great at being comfy. And two… He’s right there, in the other room, probably as lonely as I am. Why can’t I fix this? Ben emerged a while later, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Out of habit, I did what I normally did when I was pretending to be asleep while Ben was roaming around… I spied like the dirty pervert I am. He was in his normal sleeping clothes, aka a pair of briefs and nothing else. Even though the lights were off, the ambient hints of torches and flames from the signs and passing cars illuminated Ben better than any model spotlight. In the haze of neon and flashes of distant headlights, it looked like the cover to a Cyber Punk film… The blend of purples and blues and reds. Which only made everything about him more intoxicating to the eyes. And Mind. And Body. And Dick. And Soul. In the few months away, Ben had changed in small subtle ways. Maybe it was his job, or just not seeing him, but… It was way hotter than I had dreamed of. The mushroom cloud like explosion of hair that has taken a fine and distinct look on his body, emerging as a deep dark column on his stomach up to the wide tell-tale shape on his chest, spread like a nuclear strike on my eyes. While his body was still a little stocky and strong, his arms have gained a very nice look to them, a little thicker and more defined. Probably from work. Or jacking off too much… His facial hair has grown in a little thicker and darker too, and his hair is styled shorter. Its only been a few months, but living and working on his own has done a number on his hotness scale. He’s gone from 10/10 to… 14/10? Breaking barriers, for sure. The tattoo on his arm was too dark to pick out the details, but even the dark silhouette on his upper arm was a deep contrast. I could still make out the wolf within the dark detailing, and it looked phenomenal, I can’t wait to see it up close. Up close… Is that what I really want? I guess if I already made it this far, plus my subconscious literally examining every square inch of him… My eyes feasting on every fixation. Maybe I do? Maybe I do… _ _ _ _ _ I finished slowly drinking my water, making sure Army got a view of all my sides. If there is one thing I know about my brother, he will never skip an opportunity to stare at me once the clothes come off. He’s never been subtle about it, but I never really noticed it till after he confessed how he felt and we started this whole thing… Just the way he peeks when reading a book or playing a game. Won me a few matches of Mario Kart because I could just toss off my shirt and suddenly be in the lead. I know it seems… gross and manipulative, but… I gotta jump-start this whole ride, right? I want him to make the choice, but… Sometimes we need a little push. We don’t exactly have all week to get through this shit… . . . . . * Dawn of the Second Day * – 120 Hours Remain – Army and I packed a few things. Some snacks, a cooler of some soda with ice, a few towels, and a big umbrella I found in the storage closet that totally is not mine. Thanks, forgetful person before me. The drive was just like yesterday, awkward and silent. I looked out my window and just watched the overcast. It’s not great beach weather, but I know Army hates the sun, plus the high chance of rain means that the beach will be maybe a little less packed. Maybe that’ll break him out of his shell. Or at least give him a nice tan… Guy’s pale as fuck, haha. We finally pulled up to the entrance to this stretch of beach. So far, so good. Only a few cars ahead of us, no traffic. Looks pretty empty… Nice nice nice. I drove down for about 5 minutes till I found a nice empty spot. Nearest family was barely on the horizon. I backed up my truck, and we unpacked. Still mostly silent, but whatever… If he won’t talk, I will. Army pulled out a super big blanket from the backseat and rolled it out on the sand right behind the truck, while I plunged the umbrella base deep into the ground and secured it. It was pretty wide, tons of shade… Really glad I found this. I tossed off my jacket and laid back on the blanket, wearing only an old busted muscle shirt and a pair of swim shorts I bought last week. Army sat down next to me, fixing his glasses. He was wearing one of my old band shirts, the arms all cut off, showing off his cute shoulders… That creamy light caramel color. Yep, still hot as I remember. Guess it’s time… After spending a few hours tossing and turning last night, on top of my little underwear gambit, I hope I can reach out to him… But I realized something. I’m still his big brother… I can still help and guide him. Even if its for my benefit too. Its best for both of us. That’s what I told myself. That’s what I keep telling myself as I shifted to face him, laying on my side, one hand holding my head up, my other just scratching my stomach, a little anxious. “I… I know we’ve be… been saving this talk for a while… I don’t even know where to start…” I stumbled, completely unsure of myself. This is way harder than I thought last night. I felt scared. What if I do the wrong thing and set him off. I don’t want to make the same stupid mistake I did last time. Army can be a ticking time bomb because he has no idea how to handle his emotions well. Fuck, I don’t either. I just push it away, and he just bottles it up like some kind of sour jam. I don’t blame him, he’s still a kid sometimes… I forget that. Maybe I am too, deep down. A handsome adult looking kid… haha. Army avoided my eyes, way more interested in the pile of sand beside him. “Please talk to me…” I can’t stand this whole shit. “Ben…” He put his hand on my knee and sighed hard. “I don’t… I don’t know, okay? I have like no clue what to do, how this stuff is supposed to go? You’re the first person I’ve ever… And I just don’t-” My hand glided over to his, and we held it. “I don’t either, Army… I’m as clueless as you are.” He finally looked at me, his dark eyes filled with this sort of sadness and longing. “Well, let’s just start with something simple… How do you feel?” “I…” I stopped myself. Do I tell him that I miss him, his smile, his laugh, the goofy shit we used to do, the way we kissed after waiting all day for school to end, the way he would whisper my name as I licked his neck, how he would push me when I was beating him in a game to get me to fuck up. You know what? Fuck it. I’d rather live knowing I tried, even if Army doesn’t want it, because I know what I want. My brain knows, my heart knows… Even if everything screams this is a wrong choice. I could be in a real relationship. I could get married, have kids some day, who knows. But do I throw it all away for him. Hmmm… Eh, marriage and kids are dumb anyway. Annoying snot nosed kids. Let’s be real. Being true to myself and with someone I truly understand and love? That’s what is important to me. I don’t see that changing. “I miss you. I don’t know what you’re thinking or feeling or whatever. This is how I feel… I miss us, Army. Last night, knowing you were in the other room, fucking silent and awkward… I wanted to hold you close and tell you everything is okay. That I’m sorry for all the fuck ups I did, for leaving, because I need you. You make me happy, you make me excited, you make me cry, you make me horny…” I awkwardly laughed at myself. Can’t believe I said that. Come on, Ben, you’re halfway there. Woah, living on a prayer. Just swallow the embarrassment. “Just… You are my best friend, and so much more than that. You’ve always been there for me, even when I was a giant ass to you as a kid, when I was an even bigger ass to you as a… bigger kid? You… I love you, and ever since we finally understood eachother, I can’t get enough of you. That makes me so… happy, but it scares me. I want to make you proud, make you şişli travesti happy, make sure you always have someone there, make you feel safe and… protected… I know I fucked that up once. The guy who was supposed to look after you ended up being your Judas. I own that, and I want to do everything I can to ever make it up. But…it’s a lot of responsibility, being all that to someone, y’know? But you’re… you’re worth it. As a brother, as a friend, as everything we’ve been through. I miss you, okay?” I stopped myself… I could feel the weight of months of shitty emotions pooling behind my eyes, ready to burst like a badly made dam. I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Not exactly the time to cry. “I… miss you, Armando, and I want us to try and… Fuck… fix what we had.” Army reached out and grabbed my hand, holding it tight, his eyes not breaking the stare the whole time I spoke… But he stayed silent for a minute, just looking… Fucker, fucking speak, you fucking fuck face… Say you miss me, say you hate me, say something! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! _ _ _ _ _ What do I do!? Damn it! What do I do!? You incompetent idiot, he just gave you a fucking Hail Mary! A golden ticket! I got a golden ticket, I got a golden ticket… Shit, now that song’s stuck in my head. Do I tell him I feel the same? That I miss him, that I crave him, that I want him, that I need him, that I… Everything! I everything him! Sounds stupid, but that’s how I feel. But… What happens next? After this week? We got a little more than 5 days together before we’re back to this whole situation that broke us apart to begin with… That’s what keeping me from saying something… I don’t want to end up where we started. I don’t want to be told to not pass go and not collect $200, then get sent back to start and try again. I want to finish the game with this bozo… Guess I should say something… Deep breath, Army… “Ben… What happens after this week? When I’m back in Texas, then?” I watched his face droop down and stare at the blanket. The reality must have hit him. Maybe he didn’t even think that far. He normally doesn’t… Big pictures can be heavy… “I-I… I don’t know if I can go through this sort of thing again… I don’t know anything. I don’t want to hurt you with a long distance relationship for lord knows how long. And hurt myself too. I don’t want you to torture yourself with shit like that.” And suddenly a flood of words were at the gates of my mouth, just spewing endless barrage of shit and fear in a stream of paranoia. “And I don’t even know when you’ll be able to move back. 2 years? 3? Could we? Should we? I’m freaking out, Ben… I’m not a strong person, I can’t… I can’t… I fucking can’t handle this kind of stress, the fear, that fucking clawing loneliness that has ruined me for the past few months! I felt empty, even with my friends and with Mom, I just couldn’t… couldn’t… couldn’t…” I sniffed, babbling like a fucking baby. Come on, Armando, finish it before you break down. “An- and if you do move back, I’ll be g-g-graduating and going to college soon after, and then poof… right back in this sh-sh-shit show. And I don’t know if we can fix… something like this again. And…And…” Ben shifted over next to me and punched my arm. “Ow! Hey, what was that for!?” “Stop it. Calm down…” Ben mimed taking a deep breath, like I was a pregnant lady. “Listen… I know this seems stupid coming from me. But why can’t we… just make it work… you know? Long distance? Something I realized over the last 2 months… I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t even look at another person. The one date I ended up going on, she just became my friend. I’m just so focused on work… I want this to work. And with my experience growing, moving back could be easy. Ma could help me look for jobs back in Houston. And we can always just talk on the phone and letters and see each other for a week every couple of months. Not like I’m using my cash for much else than food and games. Spring break, Christmas, Summer? Does that seem so bad?” I looked up at him and smiled “Didn’t think you’d be the optimist… But do you really feel it would work?” “We can at least try, right? That’s the only way we’ll find out. You gotta be a little more hopeful, Army.” “But what if it-” Ben put his hand over my mouth. “Shish. Stop worrying over what bad shit could happen… I’m here with you, and I won’t ever let something hurt you. Even my own bullshit. I’m your big bro… you can trust me.” “Can I?” My voice sounded a little more vindictive then I intended. “Shish!” He leaned in and after what felt like eternity waiting, beneath the waves, under the sea, deep in the sunken wreckage of my heart, past the kraken and the squids and the other monster that lurk deep in the ocean, our lips met… And like lightning, I felt the sparks erupt in me. He felt scalding hot against me, yet I only wanted more. To keep kissing this fucking generator of a man. My hands gripped the back of his head for dear life, my fingers intertwined with his hair, the gorgeous dark hair of his… Everything was as I remembered. The smell, the taste, the feeling, the sounds as he went back up for air after diving deep back into the pool of passion he couldn’t get enough of. He leaned forward, and braced himself on top of me, his big arms pulling me into him, drowning in the endless feeling of cotton, skin, and everything between. And suddenly, I felt myself again… I felt happy. Pure true bliss. Ben, my little ocean explorer… Roaming the depths of the deep for his treasure… And he found it again. _ _ _ _ _ Wow… Fucking wow. Just… Wow. Best. Kiss. Ever. I missed the little dork. . . . . . We stayed like that for a while, just making out. He felt hesitant moving his hands anywhere other than my head and my neck, and I felt the same, though I could feel him grinding his very obvious hard dick against me… And I didn’t feel any urge to escalate it. I mean, I was obviously stabbing him with my own equally hard dick. But that could wait. You know? Maybe it was just… making up for all the lost kissing time we didn’t get. Maybe it was being out in public. Maybe it was the sand. Everyone knows that is the worst thing to get anywhere, and it gets fucking everywhere. Eventually, we just laid next to each other… His head resting on my chest, his finger lazily playing with the scruff on my chin. “You know… Out of all the things I missed… This was the one I missed the most.” “What, playing with my chin hair? What am I, a dog?” “You do got that wolf on your shoulder… Plus, who’s a good boy?” I groan and laugh. He’s got a point. I reach over and open the cooler, and grab us both a Dr Pepper. Army takes his and gulps down as much as he can. Then he gives me a peck on the lips, and rushes to the water, a huge smile on his face. Maybe it was worth it, in the end… . . . . . * Night of the Second Day * – 109 Hours Remain – We drove home, a new energy filled the car that I haven’t felt in so long… The thrill of what’s about to happen, the fire burning all over my skin, an urge to shed all my clothes and grab this cute boy (my boy, again) and just kiss and cuddle and suck and fuck and lick and bite and poke and prod and- Ah, fuck this stupid red light! My hands start drumming at the wheel, fast and rough. Come on come on come on come come onnnnnn. Ugggggggh. Army laughs at me and reaches over and puts his hand on mine. “Calm down, no rush!” “Speak for yourself, dork. This fucking Miss Daisy in front of me driving like she has no care in the fucking world! MOVE IT!” The whole day had picked up pace since that moment on the beach… We had a complete change in ourselves. No matter what, we couldn’t keep our eyes or our hands off each other. We ran into the water and played around, swimming and splashing at each other, but it was getting a little risky. An extra feel here, a deeper kiss there, a lot of grab-ass and grinding on each other for what was supposed to be just horsing around in the water… But the sexual energy refused to be quelled. Even when we made some dang sandwiches for lunch, lots of mayonnaise and spread jokes. And meat jokes. And jokes about being sandwiched. Basically, if it could be a sex joke, it was. Maybe that’s what I missed the most about Army… There was the obvious sexual energy, sure. But… The way we joke around it. Like, no matter what happens, we already try to make each other laugh. Even if he’s hand deep in my shorts trying to play with my dick. Like he’s trying to do now… “Army, please…” I feel his hand petting at the obvious issue I got… “Please what, Ben?” The playful sing song voice of his sending chills down my spine. “Stop playing with it…” “With what?” You motherfucker… “My… Uhhh… My cock.” It felt so nice to feel him just toying with me. I could barely keep my voice steady. Like his own G.I. Joe. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic. He can brush my hair, undress me everywhere… “Oh, this thing?” He gave it another firm squeeze and left it alone, giggling to himself. This is gonna be a long drive… Long long long drive… UGH, MOVE IT GRANDMA! _ _ _ _ _ We made it home safely, though I think I almost killed us a few times… Ben is so easily distracted these days. Maybe its the whole 4 months of abstinence, but he’s like a geyser ready to burst at any second. And it makes him sooooo easy to tease. He’s like dog begging for a bone… Or for his bone to be played. Or both? Bursting in through the door, we could barely make it 2 steps without latching back onto eachother, lips and arms and even legs a tangled mess as we attempted to hop onto a comfy surface to start this long awaited thing… But we both pulled away after a few seconds of kissing. “Did you wanna take a shower?” “Yeah, I feel gross…” “Same!” Our skin was a little grimy after our day at the beach, so it felt… prudent to swap to a shower prior. But getting clean before getting dirty sounds like a plan, no? “You go first, Army, you’re faster than me.” “Why don’t we just share it… Like we used to? Would give us a chance to just…” “I get ya. Yeah!” Ben pushed me in front of him and we rushed to start a shower. As he turned the water on to a nice warm temperature (well, warm for him. Scalding for me… Damn this sensitive body of mine) I grabbed us a towel (just one towel? What is he, homeless?) and some sleeping clothes. I know its going to be a wasted effort to even try to put on clothes after, but hey… gotta maintain a semblance of grace. We finally stood facing one another… Me looking up at his sly smile, him looking down at me at my goofy mug. Just… staring. Lost at finally seeing each-other again after so long. I know it wasn’t that long but still. Ben finally made the first move and stepped forward, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and helped lift it up off of me. And he… took a second, his hands slowly sliding over my body. Like a blind person trying to feel an impression of me… First my arms, up to my shoulders, to my neck, fingers make a glancing pass at my lips before heading down to my chest, going wide to give each nipple a fondle, before circling back and slipping down my back, feeling every vertebrae, till he hits my waist, circles back to my front, and just lingers on my stomach for a second, fingers tangled in my happy trail. “Someone’s grown a few new hairs.” I punch him on the shoulder. “Hey!” “Its a compliment. A boy is becoming a man… ish. Nipples got some cute hairs on them. Gotta work on the rest of that chest though.” “Fuck off,” I giggle in response… Hearing it form him makes it means a lot to me, even if he is gonna be an ass about it. My hands slipped under his muscle shirt and tried lifting it off, though… Due to my lack of height, I needed a little help to get it all the way. Ben tried his best to stifle his laughs, but still… Sorry I’m not a skyscraper of a man like him. Upclose, he was even more breathtaking than the little peeks I got the night before. I walked over to his side, and took a good long look at the biggest change to his perfect skin… “Wow…” was all I could manage after being confronted by that amazing tattoo. I haven’t seen a lot in my life, but… this is definitely the most impressive. I loved the design. When Harry described it, it sounded a little… clich�. But now? The way the trees frame the centerpiece, the dark black and icy blue mixed in with the smokey color of the fur. The wolf looked… so cute. I wouldn’t dare tell Ben it looked cute, but it reminds me of him. He tries to look all stoic and serious, but you know he’s just trying to think of something funny to say. That’s what the wolf resembles… The facade of being cool, when he’s a dork deep down. More like a goofy Husky rather than a wolf. The lips look a little like a sneer than a sneer, his big eyes staring off in the distant. Perfect to me, though. “You like it?” “Yeah, it’s really nice on you. Makes you even cuter.” “Jeez…” Ben blushed and grabbed my chin with his hand, lifting my face to meet his. We kissed, but it was… sweet, peaceful. Just us, together, as it should be, surrounded by the faint mist of our pathetic sauna, adding to the atmosphere. We broke apart, and I stared back into his dark eyes. We ditched our swim shorts and stood there, naked, facing the other, suddenly clashing warm, fleshy swords. Ol’ Big Ben, reliably at attention… Still the most beautiful dick I’ve seen (you know, having only seen 2 in person). Though I guess since he’s been busy with work and has had no sex life, Ben has let his crotch go a little… feral. A dark bush that wouldn’t look out of place deep within the Amazon. A sexy sexy Amazon, though. I bet it smells amazing. Everything else looked exactly how I remembered it though, from the months I spent doing recon on his member, to the months I enjoyed with it in my hands/mouth/ass. Nice to be back home… “Now are we gonna shower and get to fucking around, or are you gonna waste more time gawking at the merchandise?” … Well, it was nice while it lasted. _ _ _ _ _ We didn’t take too long cleaning the beach off of us, thankfully. A little lather and a little rinse, trying our best to not… blow too soon. It was a fucking struggle. Every single time Army runs even just a finger along my skin, I just feel like a water bottle ready to burst. Or if he does any of the other weird shit he loves to do. Smell my armpits, run his finger between my cheeks, lick my neck, rub his face in my chest hair and happy trail, playing with my balls like they were some kind fuzzy toy. All it just drives me crazy, and I crave more and more of it. The little guy had changed a little bit since I last saw him… It was weird, but that’s puberty for ya. A few more hairs here and there, his balls seemed a little bigger or beylikdüzü travesti maybe that was just the hot shower (I know he’s a little bitch about temperature!). Even his voice seemed a shade deeper… Aww, I know I joked about it, but I really think he’s becoming a cute man. Wonder how he’ll look with facial hair… Would rubbing our scruff together be like sandpaper? I hope not… Army loves playing with my hair, rubbing his face on it, I wanna do the same to him! But we still rushed through, feeling clean and refreshed… I grab Army and pick him up, his legs naturally wrapping around my torso, his arms around my neck, our faces pressed against each other. “You ready?” Army asked between the lip and tongue action. “We went through this before like a year ago, dork. Told you to stop asking that!” “I know, I meant- HEY!” I drop him on the bed and get on top of him, kissing him deep and hard to make him stop blabbering. Gawd, this guy really knows how to go onnnnnnnn and onnnnnnnnnnnnn! I’m right here, naked in front of you, dork! Marking a trail of nips, licks, and bites from his face, to his neck, to his chest, to his tummy, to his… wow. I haven’t seen it in a while, and I never thought I would say this but… “I really missed your dick, Army.” “… Wh-What?” Army sounded confused, and blushed a little. “Yeah…” My face hovered over it for a second, enjoying the smell of him mixed with my bodywash. Yep, still fucking delicious. A sort of masculine musk that I just can’t get enough of. Its like a little lighter and sweeter than my own, or maybe that’s just because I’m head over boots for this goofball. “But… why?” “Oh, because I can do this.” I opened my mouth and slipped his cock slowly into it, my tongue working a little on the head before going all the way down. This is what I really missed. Driving him crazy. Listening to the little moans, the small squeals, the tiny gasps, the way he bites his lips to keep from getting too loud, how he tries to push my head away if it gets too sensitive and over-whelming. I love the feeling of making him happy, and this is the most primal way I enjoy that. Best part though? “B-Ben…” Yep, there it is. When he whispers my name, the words fucking dripping in ecstasy. I looked up at his face, both his eyes clenched shut in concentration. “Yes, bud?” “I’m… I’m really c-close…” He tried to talk but the feeling of me slowly stroking his dick made that… hard. Ha. “Aaaaaaaaaaaand?” I kept up the slow strokes, trying my best to look innocent. “B-Ben! I… I don’t wanna g-go… already… Stop it!” “But I wanna see the big show! I’ve waited too long! Plus this is payback for the little stunt earlier in my truck!” Shifting myself up, I laid next to him, my hand never laying off the back and forth motion on that throbbing cock of his. It felt almost like fire in my hands, so damn hot. I forgot how hot Army is… Literally sometimes. My spare hand grabbed his head and steered him towards mine, our lips sloppily dancing together. Well, tried. I was trying to kiss him, but he was basically just panting and trying to not make himself cum over everything. But I’m persistent… “I’m…” “Come on, dork, just give in!” “But… F-FucK!” Army shoved his mouth to mine, biting and breating on my lips as he let loose. And holy fuck, did he let loose! First barrage? Straight into his hair! Second and third spread between our chests and his stomach, followed by another rope… And a last one, leaking out onto my hands. I felt him collapse next to me, trying to catch his breath… Poor guy, all spent. “You okay?” I half-heartedly asked while lifting my semen soaked hand to my face and taking a big whiff… Holy fuck, I missed this. How can a guy smell so good all the time? Even his cum smells great. Fuck, I would bottle this and just wear it out all the time. Now presenting AXE BODY SPRAY: ARMY JIZZ edition! “Fucker… you are… such… a fucking… fucker…” He managed to say after a few minutes, like he just sprinted down a country mile. “Oh please, you loved it.” I rubbed some of the leftover cum on my lips, and leaned in to kiss my brother again. Still fucking addicted to kissing him. I felt his lips run along mine, and we made out. Guess he likes the taste of his own medicine. But I have another plan for some of this extra cum Army made… _ _ _ _ _ “Ready for round 2?” Ben whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck. “You haven’t gone yet, how is it round 2?” “Well… Spread your legs.” I did as Ben asked, I didn’t feel a need to argue… This is the other thing I missed with him gone… Our intimacy. The way he told me what to do, what he wanted, what I wanted. I loved it. Like being in a movie, directed and giving it my best for him. Ben backed up a little and I felt his hands feel all over stomach, pooling the leftovers from his handjob (Holy fuck, I loved how it felt, but damn… I wanted to last longer). Then I felt his wet fingers running along my hole… And… Woooooooooooooooooow! Holy fucking wow! “How does that feel?” “Ben… Ben…” was all I could manage, like a pathetic Pokemon who could only say it’s name. Fuck, it wasn’t even MY name! It was like electricity, just playing with me, using my own cum to just tease me like this, swirling his finger around me, tempting me with the faintest idea of penetration… “Well, brace your self, bud!” I watched as his face dove downward, and… Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwdddddddddddddddddddddddddddd! _ _ _ _ _ Holy shit Army! “Shhhhhhh!!! Watch it! The upstairs neighbors might complain if you moan like a fucking animal in heat, dork!” “S-sorry… Just felt good.” “Ha, it’s fine… Just know this is an apartment. Gotta be a little careful, ‘kay?” Army nodded and smiled at me. “You’re just… really good with your tongue.” “I’ve been starving myself for a few months… I might be a little… *hungry*.” I growled the last word, knowing that Army would love it. And oh did he ever. I never seen his dick go from soft to hard so fast. Maybe I should embrace this whole big bad wolf persona, Army might love it. Just imagine… Me in a ripped up flannel shirt and absolutely destroyed jean cut offs, my hair a mess, looking like I just turned back into a human. That’s a cute idea for Halloween night… Oh right, I was doing something. I plunge my tongue and tease him more, the room loud with the sounds of my mouth and his muffled moaning. Guess he had to shove his face into a pillow again. Poor guy. This was a great idea… Plus the way Army’s cum taste to how much I love eating him out, it’s fucking magical. Wish I had more to just rub all over him and lick it off. Oh well, after all the seed he’ll spill this week, I know I’ll be satisfied for a while. _ _ _ _ _ Ben spent a while just… I know I’ve said he’s great with his mouth, but nothing compared to this. I felt like a Golden Corral right after church, everyone waiting at the steak line, trying to get a bite of succulant meat. Or maybe I’m just hungry right now… I felt him step away from me, just the cool air of the AC bashfully carresing my absolutely sopping butt. Damn Ben… So much drool. I knew he was craving me, but it was like a wolf hunting Little Red Riding Ass. He returned with a bottle of lube and an old shirt. “You ready, babe?” “I mean, I can’t say no after that performance.” “True, true…” Ben giggled as he poured some silky sweetness on his hands. One hand rubbed itself on my ass, while the other hand got Big Ben all slicked up. I felt himself get ready, his scalding head pressed firmly against me… and I waited… and I waited. “Ummm… Ben?” “Yeah?” “What’s the hold up?” “Oh, just… admiring this. You. Laying there, basically begging for my dick, feeling your ass inviting me with every little clench.” “Ugh, just do it already, you sap!” “Yes, boss!” Ben eased into me first, since it had been a while for both of us… I guess he was trying to make sure he didn’t explode… like a balloon and something bad happens. I’m out of similes, I just want my brother to make love to me. I moaned out every fuck I could muster, but it was… it was so fucking hard to not yell and groan as loud as I could. Damn it! Get a house! I want to hear us echo from all the empty rooms back at us, every little Army/Ben, every tiny fuck, every small holy shit, just reflected in our little den of lust and sin. He went slow, every thrust a revelation on how much I missed my brother, how much I desired him. I peeked at him, watching him focus on his dick. The little vein on his temple popping out in concentration, some beads of sweet, sweet sweat starting to pop up on his forehead, his chest puffing big and strong. His eyes met mine as I studied him, and he smiled. “Feel… good?” He said slowly, trying to keep his voice steady. I tried to agree, but my mouth decided it was busy trying to keep composure from more yelling, so I nodded. Ben moved as close as he could, and we kissed, our spit and sweat and tears and love mixing together, pushing past all our previous awkwardness, our hate, our bitterness, our envy. It was… therapeutic in how raw the moment was. Feeling his hips move faster, I knew he was getting close, no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t hold back the boiling passion underneath his cool guy facade, trying not to have the sexual stamina of a first timer. Our eyes locked in a battle of wills, as I felt his thrusting become more feral, more erratic, as he got close. He never spoke, the only sound I could hear was his deep panting racing against his own clock. Those dark eyes of his were filled with heat, like coals… _ _ _ _ _ I couldn’t stop looking at my brother, my boyfriend, my lover, my friend… I felt hypnotized by his eyes. Like, even if they were dark as night, they lit up as we fucked, like some kind of sexy black hole. Maybe I was scared to look away because if I did, he’d be gone again… No words were shared between us at this point, just… this connection. Army knew I was at the brink, and he just held himself to me, his left hand on the back of my head, playing with my hair, while his right was at my side, enjoying the growing rhythum of my love making. I groaned, deep and gutteral, and finally I broke the trance, my eyes clenched shut as unleashed what I assume was Mt. Vesuvius into him, the burning lava of my love erupting deep in that amazing ass of his. We stayed there for a while, dripping with sweat, catching our breath. Holy hell… Backing up, I felt my legs get pins and needles, and I just collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, spent… content. Army sat up and looked down at me. “You… okay?” “Yeah, just… volcanoes…” “What?” Army giggled, got up, and grabbed the towel from the floor next to me. I watched him kneel down and clean the puddle of sweat from my brow. Fuck, it’s like a sauna in here. “Come on, let’s pass out.” “Sounds like… a plan…” He helped pick me up, and we just collapsed on the bed. I never felt so tired… Especially after a fuck. Like, where did all my energy go? Guess it’s just sitting in Army’s cute little bottom… We cuddled close, no blankets, no clothes, nothing. Just us and the ticking sound of my clock… . . . . . * Dawn of the Fourth Day * – 72 Hours Remain – The alarm rang out, but for the 5th time this morning (Is it even morning still?) I just smash that snooze button. We spent all of yesterday in bed, only leaving to eat, shower, and refuel our energy to go back to messing around. That room must have smelled awful to anyone else, but to us, it was heaven. Sweat, cum, even a little BO before Army forced us in the bathroom. Whatever Army and I wanted, the other provided. We 69’d for like a solid hour, just laying next to eachother, my head on his thigh, his on mine. Or how he fingered me for what felt like forever. How I fucked him like 4 different times in so many postions. How he fucked me a few times too. How we made out for a long time, our raw and sore dicks just lazily rubbing on each other as we took a break. How we took a bath, just scrubbing and cleaning eachother and making jokes. How we spent long time just sitting next to each other, just… sharing every and any thought that passed in our heads. Half the time, what we talked about wasn’t even sexy despite us both being naked and killing time between more fucking, lazily fondling either his or my dick/balls/ass/chest/soul. Just dorky shit like… “Ben, if you were in a zombie attack, what would you take with you?” “Hmmm… A machete? No, a spear. Something strong and can protect me from a distance, plus no ammo. You?” “Can I bring you with me?” “Bitch, you’d never leave my side.” “Even if I was bitten?” “Especially… I could fuck zombie you. You’d be a cute zombie boy. You already moan like one when I’m fucking you.” “Ewww…” Just goofy stuff like that… I loved it. That was a fun conversation since “Zombie” Army pretended to start pretending to eating me, making a few joke zombie moans, going down on my dick till it came back to life (Night of the Living Dick? or Dicking Dead?) and suddenly we were back in action. Ahh, good times. Army shifted and looked at me, his hair a fucking mess. “What did you wanna do today, handsome?” “Not sure, bud… Any plans?” I felt his hands fondle my ass a little. “Just one on my mind…” He was fucking insatiable sometimes… I mean, I am too. Must be our genetics. _ _ _ _ _ Ben and I hopped to take a super quick shower, just to clean off for another day of messing around. Guess when it rains, it pours… though in this case, it’s cum that’s pouring everywhere. The whole time, though, our morning wood never wavered, just greeting his neighbor with a quick “how do you do!” of poking and rubbing each other as we rinsed off. After we finished, Ben just dried off a little, and hopped on the bed, on all fours, ready. “Oh, someone read my mind.” I mutter as I approached my brother, that fuzzy cute butt of his just waving around for attention. “Ha, not that hard to read, you dork. You can never get your hands and mouth off my ass anyway. Surprised your dick isn’t just glued there!” “Would you be mad if I used Elmer’s glue as lube?” “I mean… you used to eat it as a kid, what’s new?” “Hey! That’s not… true!” Ben busted out laughing at my hesitation. I gave his left cheek a nice hard smack as revenge. A nice sized red spot started appearing on the pale skin. I plunge head first into my desire, sloppily eating my brother out just like he did for me 2 nights ago. You can just hear him moan himself into a mess on the bed. He will never admit it, but I think playing with his ass ranks highest on his list of sex acts. I’ve never seen him just… lose control like this. It’s so damn hot, how he keeps pressing his hips back into my face, trying istanbul travesti to urge me to go deeper. My tongue plays around with his entire lower half, going from the top of that cute ass all the way down to his nice low balls, fuzzy and warm against my face as I play. My hand pulls his hard dick a little bit back towards me and I lick the tip, a long thick string of precum connecting me to him. The room is filled with Ben’s heavy breathing, stifling himself so he doesn’t enrage his neighbors or whatever he’s paranoid about. Though I think he is really worried I’ll call him out for being a loud fucker like he did me. That’s usually how it goes. I slip a finger into him, just in and out, a swirl here and there… trying to take my time, but… I want to fuck him again, dear lord. I’m like, addicted or something. A second one enters the fray… Ben is just so hot to the touch, feels like my hand is sweltering. Ben forces me out and turns over, pulling me ontop of him and we kiss, embracing hard. “Come… on…” He whispers to me, inbetween another sloppy mess of a kiss. “Turn back around then, dog boy.” “I ain’t no dog.” “Wolf boy?” “That’s better. ‘Awoooooo!'” Ben laughs as he pretends to howl, smiling at me. Ben goes back on all fours and helps me with finding a comfortable spot… Still fucking difficult because he’s a tall ass goon. He spreads his legs a little wide and we find that sweet spot… I grab the bottle of lube and get us both ready… I feel his body tense up as I put the cool smooth liquid on his exposed weak spot, to hit for maxmimum damage. Wonder if I should call my dick the Master Sword… Too dorky? Ben would make fun of me. Or he would love it? … Armando, is now the time for funny game jokes? I still giggle anyway… “What… are you laughing at… back there, dork?” Ben startled me, his voice shakey. “N-nothing!” We both laughed a little as I got myself ready again. Damn it, Army, focus… I gripped Ben’s chest as I slid into him, holding him close and tight so I could feel in control. It’s hard to when the guy’s like twice your size… But I could feel Ben sigh deeply as I entered him… I stayed steady, enjoy feeling him clench against me and try to relax. Its funny feeling how his body reacts to this. I wonder how mine is with him… I’m usually too busy trying to remain conscious when he has sex with me. These sheets are probably ruined after this whole week is done, honestly… But I bet he’ll keep them like this for a night, enjoy the smell, jack off a few times, then toss them in the washer. A nice mix of gross and intoxicating, drenched in sweat and cum and lube. We stayed like that for a while, just me holding on to him for dear life while I enjoyed the soft velvety smoothness of his… ha, weak spot. Honestly, I lost track of time over the last 2 days… just Ben and I, enjoying every single second we could together, from the fucking to the talking to the moments of us just… being together, alone. Not paranoid Mom might show up, not trying to hide anything, not trying to rush and make sure we make it to school. Just… Us. As real boyfriends. Well, real enough, I guess. I still don’t know if we can even go outside without someone being like “STOP, YOU VIOLATED THE LAW!” then arrest us for this whole fucking thing. Maybe some day? Who knows… _ _ _ _ _ * Night of the Sixth Day * – 11 Hours Remain – “Where are we going?” “Can’t tell you that. Just keep the blindfold on, trust me, it’ll be worth it.” “It better be. If you just end up shoving your dick in my face…” “You’d suck it happily, don’t even try to lie.” I could feel Army’s pout from across the truck. This wasn’t exactly part of the plan for the week, but… the idea hit me last night, and I thought it would be the best note to… end on. End? Ugh, don’t think about that yet… Anyway, I thought we could do something we couldn’t do back home, and then I realized. Whats the one thing Army wants deeply? Past the sex and the love and the dinners and cuddling and kicking my ass in Marvel vs. Capcom? That’s right… A date. A public date. With his boyfriend. No hiding, no lying, no pretending. Just us, deeply in love, sharing a night at the boardwalk. Flirting, kissing, holding hands, not having to prove anything to anyone. Back home… Army was scared that someone would see us, would tell Ma, would break us apart because suddenly I’m some kind of abuser and shit. Something you’d see on the evening news. Every kiss, every longing glace, every single romantic thing, done only in the dark and behind doors. Well, we got one night to show off how much we really love each other, to ourselves and to the world around us, the dummies who are probably also on dates and shit. Normally I don’t care for PDA. I got nothing to prove, you know? But we can at least be a real couple for once… for a few hours, at least. I owe him that much. Consider this my repentance for my past mistakes. “I hear crowds… and waves. Oh oh oh! Are we going to Sea World?” Army’s face lit up. “What?! Wait… What? No!” “Awww…” Guess I got to plan for a trip to see Shamu next time he’s here. I park the truck and warn Army to not peek. Also, no more guesses. Don’t want him to build up his hopes for something even crazier like San Diego Comic Con or whatever. We march up to the entrance and I get us 2 tickets. The ticket lady was giving me some weird looks, probably because of the blindfold, but I ignored her. Fuck off, who doesn’t like surprises? “Ready?” “Okay!” Army shouts, the smile on his face making me melt. Aww, you dork… I untie the blindfold, and he looks around. “I know we don’t have Astroworld back home anymore, but… I mean… An amusement park?” He tried to sound excited, but he still looked super confused. I laugh. “Army, wanna go on a date with me?” “A date, but we could… do that… Oh… But all these people… But… we aren’t ho- OOOOOOOH!!!” Watching the mental gymnastics his mind ran through to figure out the point, till his eyes widened and understood. His whole body lit up. Eyes bright, smile big, his cheeks flush. He still looked around to make sure no one he knew (Who the fuck could he know all the way on this part of the country, dork…) but he got on his tip toes and gave me a kiss. Short and sweet, but hey, still in front of all these losers. Still a little nervous, but hopefully he embraces it a little more. “What did you wanna do first, babe?” Army thought out loud. “Food? No, that can wait till after the Whirl-a-Hurl. Umm… Oh, a Carousel!” He pointed to the spinning machine of scary fake horses. “Are you… sure?” Umm… A little… kiddy for us there, bud. But hey, its his night. “Yep! Let’s go!” He grabbed my hand, and we were off. _ _ _ _ _ This was the best idea Ben’s ever had! We held hands and kissed openly, without any judgment or care in the world! It was weird at first, I kept looking over my shoulder in case Mom would suddenly appear, but… Nothing. Not a thing. After a few rides, Ben and I sat down and shared a thing of funnel cake. One plate! 2 Forks! This is everything I ever wanted! Ben cut off a small bit and held it out for me, and I took a bite… This was heaven. It had to be, right? I just feel light and floaty, like I’m a very warm cloud with the occasional bout of super horniness. My brother laughed and brushed his hands through his beard “You got some white stuff on your face, dork.” “Why, jealous it’s not your white stuff?” “Maybe!” I felt his foot play with mine beneath the table. This whole time he hasn’t been able to keep any part of his body off me. A hand hold here, a ass grab there. I think he even tried to feel my dick on the whirl-a-hurl. I looked around, trying to find our next activity. I was thinking of saving the Ferris wheel for last. Let’s see… a house of mirrors? Meh. A shitty “roller coaster”? Even worse. Hmmm… Oh, a haunted house thing! That’ll be fun… plus Ben will have to hold me close and his protective instincts will pop in! “You ready?” “A few more bites first!” “Fine!” We scarfed down the last of the funnel cake and I grabbed Ben’s hand to rush to the next ride (Our hands are being held together! Like wow… I never thought I would enjoy such a fucking trivial thing like hand holding.) Ben saw the approaching building and gave me a funny look. “The Littlest Scarehouse in Texas?” “Yeah, that sounds fun, right?” “I guess…” We lined up and took our seats on the little automated cart. “Army, if something grabs me, I swear to gawd I’ll fucking kill you.” “Not if the ghooooooosts get you fiiiirst!” I tried spooking him for a little extra fun, but this might bite me back in the ass… and not in a good way. “Fuck off Army.” He smiled and tried to play it cool, but I could feel him tense up next to me. I forgot how antsy Ben is around scary stuff. He says he loves it, but I guess its the tough guy routine. I mean, he always needed me to be with him when we played Silent Hill or Resident Evil. His hand gripped mine tonight on the safety bar on the ride, as the little scary engine that could made its way into the building _ _ _ _ _ Glad that’s fucking over! Fuck this stupid ride! And fuck Army for suggesting it! Glad he got scared a lot too towards the end! Serves him right, ha. But… I did like him holding me tight when the little witch corpse dropped from the ceiling basically onto us. His yelp was fucking hysterical. Burned that into my mind to mock him next time he tries to be a spooky bitch. I looked at my phone and noticed it was almost midnight. Gotta head home soon so we can wake up on time. “You ready to go, Army? Your flights kind of early.” “One last ride, then we can leave.” “Yes sir!” I couldn’t say no to him. He hurried to the big wheel at the end of the pier, tugging me along like dead weight. Where’s this energy whenever I wanna do something! The attendant funneled us into the 2nd to last 2 seater left before the next go around. We sat down and buckled in, and waited. “Ben?” “Yeah?” I looked over and saw Army’s eyes shining bright against the lights of the Ferris wheel. He looked like he was tearing up… What did I do… “Th… Thank you.” His voice cracked, it broke my heart a little. “For what, bud?” “Being my brother.” He hugged me tight, well, as well as he could while we were buckled down. More like a hogtie than a safety harness. I held him back, my fingers finding his and lacing themselves together. The wheel groaned a little as it started to move, and we started moving forward, staring out on the growing ocean in front of us, a few boats pockmarked at the ends, their lights blinking to and fro. I turned to my brother… my boyfriend… and I smiled. He tilted his face up and our lips met, just slow and simple, like the kiss in the bathroom earlier… Sharing a moment, enjoying it for what it was. Just pure emotional romance again, light on action, heavy on swelling my heart. It was… magical. Like a proposal at Disneyland kind of magical. My mind was empty, but my heart was full. No thoughts, just feelings. I felt him pull back, and lay his head on my shoulder, staring in the night sky, and I rested my head ontop of his, because I’m still too tall for this dork. I laughed softly to myself, and I think he noticed. “Stop making fun of me. I know I’m short!” He snarled at me, playfully. “Hey! Sorry you’re short… I love it.” “I love you… dickface” “I love you more, buttmunch.” Not the prettiest magical moment, but hey, it’s ours. And no one can take that from us. . . . . . * Dawn of the Final Day * – 2 Hours Remain – “Come on, Army, you packed yet?!” “Yeah! Just gotta find my other pair of underwear!” “Which one!?” “The one you tore off with your teeth!” “OH! I threw those in the wash with my clothes!” We were rushing, trying to make sure we left the house on time, but… getting up this morning was fucking tough. No amount of alarms could shove this hibernating bear out of his bed, his cub right next to him, so warm and soft and cuddly and cute and sexy and- FOCUS, BEN! Got my wallet? Check, feel it on my right ass cheek. Keys? Next to Army’s bag. Phone? Phone… Fuck where’s my phone? “Have you seen my phone, Army?” Army stepped out of the bathroom and looked at me, and busted out laughing. “Did you check your hands, dummy?” I look down and just… Yep, I’m a dummy. I’m just dragging ass this morning. My brain is literally not working. Or it doesn’t want to, maybe if I screw up having Army fly back home, he’ll just stay here with me. Forever? Ughhh… Gotta be responsible. If I fuck this up, Ma might not let me do it again. “Sorry…” I hang my head in shame. I’m stupid. Army smiles and runs up to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “It’s okay. You’re my dummy.” “Just don’t put your hand in me… I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of ass action yet.” We laughed a little, but I pushed Army away so we could finish and head out. He’s a terrible distraction… _ _ _ _ _ We made it the airport with about 10 minutes to spare, but I gotta rush. But I’m glad for the rush. Long Goodbyes seem like they’ll hurt too much. Last night was a blessing because we didn’t pay attention at all… and this morning we haven’t had a moment to even think about anything other than making it here on time. Hell, when I played with Ben’s morning wood, he swatted my hand away. A little half-assedly, but still… He swatted me! I give Ben a kiss… But I couldn’t engage more. It hurt too much. Hell, I’m sure I’ll cry during the flight. I can’t handle this… and I don’t want him to see me get upset. I still gotta prove I’m tough. Grabbing my luggage, I rush to the door. Which was my Gate again? “Army!” I turn and see Ben chasing after me, my backpack slung on his arm. Fuck… “Here you go, dork. Don’t rush off like that…” “But I gotta make-” Ben grabbed me and pulled me close… And he kissed me, deeply, ignoring all the people around us. “Be safe, okay? Also, don’t forget, you’re Gate 7A, okay.” “Thanks… I’ll miss you.” “Oh stop that gay shit, bud! Get going! Tell Harry I said hi! Call me when you get home, okay?” We waved at each other as I ran towards the right gate this time. And so ends a week of… everything. I know I shouldn’t be sad and mourn the loss… I’ll see Ben again soon. Gotta be tough. For the both of us. It’s what I want. What he wants. What we want. _ _ _ _ _ Fucker almost forgot his stuff. I get why… He doesn’t want to spend too much time on the good bye shit. It’s gay, it’ll only hurt us once we realize that we’re gonna be thousands of miles away from each other. But… I’m gonna work to make sure the pain and longing will be worth it. Got to work extra hard to prove myself to my work, my Pa, myself… and to Army, that I’m worth waiting for. Because the main thing I realized after this week? That he’s worth everything. Every laugh we shared, every joke he made at me, every game we beat eachother at, every intimate moment, every kiss, every punch, every hug. Worth it…. End of Chapter 30. Thank you for reading!

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