Chapter 16 - Summer After Junior Year
Kevin hadn’t been able to make it to Double D’s campus in May. They
were both occupied with finals. It meant that by the time Double D got
back to Peach Creek, he spent most of his time faithfully watching
Kevin’s driveway, eyes peeled for his SUV. A week later, Kevin arrived.
He said hello to his parents, threw his bags into his room, and strode
across the street, trying to be as casual as possible.
Double D’s spare key was where it always was. He let himself in, put
the key back under the pot, and grinned when he heard footsteps on the
landing above.
“Where’s my dork?” he bellowed.
Said dork appeared at the top of the stairs, breathless. His smile was
so wide, sincere, and unapologetically thrilled that Kevin felt
something in his chest tighten to see it. Finally, another lazy summer,
uninterrupted with the skinny boy across the street.
“Oh, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin!” He dashed down the stairs and lunged at his
much missed lover.
Without missing a beat, Kevin caught him, whirled him around in a
circle, and kissed him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Kevin!” The giddy sock head began raining kisses
across his face. “Oh, Kevin, I couldn’t stand it without you.
Everything was so dull! I could barely concentrate on my finals!”
“Can’t say the same. Finals kicked my ass.”
Double D pulled back enough to see his face. “Language, mister.”
“You’ll probably never break me of the habit, so save your energy.”
With a breathless laugh, Double D tucked his head against Kevin’s neck,
inhaling the heady scent of spicy cologne that brought back such violent
memories of their time together, he felt himself get lightheaded. And
Kevin was happy to hold him there in the entryway, silently enjoying the
sensation of being home again. Something undeniable had changed.
Kevin didn’t know when, but at some point, he found that Double D felt
familiar and perfect in his arms, against his chest.
“Are we going to go swimming?”
Kevin frowned and pulled himself out of his thoughts. “Huh?”
“You usually ask me to go swimming.”
“I think we’re past that, don’t you? I mean, I don’t need to lure you
over to get you naked and bent over something.”
“I suppose you’re right. I think you know more about the formalities
of--”
“I haven’t fucked your perfect ass in six weeks. I’m surprised you’re
still talking.”
One hour later, that was how Ed and Eddy found them. It couldn’t have
been a more traumatic view, really. Their childhood pal, sock head
himself, was kneeling on the island counter in his kitchen, grasping the
far edge of the granite, panting like a bitch in heat while some jock
knelt above him and pummeled away at his ass. There, for all to see,
Double D’s swollen member swung back and forth between his lily white
thighs while his reddened, wet anus was spread around the much larger
cock sliding in and out.
And it wasn’t just any jock, either. The red ball cap and auburn hair
told no lies. There was Kevin, poised above their friend, grinning like
the devil’s son.
“Kevin . . . ugn, Kevin . . . breed me . . . punish your naughty girl . .
.”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”
Double D shrieked and Kevin lunged off of him so quickly, he nearly fell
of the counter completely. Zipping up his shorts, Kevin was swearing
under his breath while Double D tried to cover his lap with one of the
decorative towels hanging from the oven handle. The four of them stared
at each other for a while before Double D squared his thin, naked
shoulders and straightened his hat.
“Forgotten how to knock, Eddy?”
Eddy was still short, especially in comparison to the 6’4” Ed beside
him. While Ed stared vacantly, Eddy’s jaw was practically on the floor.
Apparently, it had never occurred to him to flee and give them
privacy.
“How was I supposed to know you’d be in here doing gay stuff?” he
muttered.
Something about that statement made Kevin flinch. Without a word to any
of them, he stormed out of the kitchen, still fighting to zip up his
shorts.
“Kevin, don’t go!” Double D called in vain. “I’ll make Eddy go!”
But the front door had already slammed shut, leaving Double D naked,
damp, and forced to face his best friends alone.
