Tender Hearts Only Get Torn Apart

They go on a fuckin’ date. The only warning is cuteness that’ll make you sick, smut, and a bit of foot fetish. And a bit of language. As always. Oh, and slight incest. :O YES I DID GO THERE LOLZ.
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[Alex’s POV]

“Jason,” I sighed into the phone, “I don’t care what movie we go to see. Or what we eat. Calm down.”

I stared at my nails, listening to my… boyfriend… rant on and on about how he wanted our first date to be perfect, and what if I was allergic to seafood, or if I didn’t like scary movies?

“Jason. Hush. I love anything and everything. I’m not allergic to anything except shellfish.”

“Then why the fuck couldn’t you fill out those forms for a goddamn library card?! That‘s the most boring allergy I‘ve ever heard of!” he screeched, sounding almost like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I sighed. This was already the longest phone conversation I’d ever had, at a lovely ten minutes and thirty-four seconds. I’d nearly choked Matt when he’d handed Jason our number with a smarmy little grin, right when he was putting on his coat and walking out the door. That bastard brother of mine, he knew I had social anxiety and had taken it upon himself to ‘cure’ me of it by shoving me into as many awkward situations as possible.

“Look, Jason- if you’re coming to pick me up in an hour, I have to go get ready. You’re smart, you can figure something out, right?” I deliberately made my voice sweet, lovey-dovey. I didn’t do it often, but whenever I did, I certainly got my way.

Jason was silent for a moment. “Yeah…” It sounded strained, like he was admitting something he didn’t want to believe. I shrugged, gave him a curt yet exasperated goodbye, and hung up the phone.

I ran upstairs quickly- there were only two rooms up here, Matt’s room and a master bathroom.

As I trudged up the stairs, I thought about everything that had happened yesterday. It had been weird when Jason had come over- he’d kept looking around, I guess to see what had changed since Robert had lived here. I’d painted the walls since the off-white was just far too boring, but other than that everything was much the same. He’d told me later that even most of our furniture was in the same place. When Matt had asked me how Jason seemed to already know his way around the house without ever having been in it before, I just shrugged. I didn’t want him or Ma worried over the house’s past, and anyways it most certainly wasn’t my place to say any thing.

I walked into the bathroom, eying the bright yellow walls and bumblebee decorations distastefully. I hated it, but it had been Matt’s only request for the house (besides his room being painted magenta, of all the damn colors of the rainbow he just had to pick THE gayest). So I stripped to my skin and bones, pushed aside the bumblebee shower curtain, and picked up my peroxide.

Moving to the rather large mirror I stared at my reflection. There was a small black and green tinted bruise on my shoulder from Jason biting me last night, and my nipple had a small silvery scar on the side from where I’d had it pierced. I’d totally hated it afterward, and was still disappointed that it hadn’t healed as well as the piercer’d said it should. I fingered it idly and enjoyed the subtle sting while I distractedly poured the peroxide into a small plastic bowl. I picked up a thick bristled brush and dipped it in the bowl, humming a song and shaking my nude hips a little bit.

“Well this is the happiest I’ve seen you in a while.”

I jumped slightly, slamming my hand down on the counter. When I whipped my head around, I saw Matt peeking in through a crack in the door, staring blatantly at my ass. My naked ass.

I flushed deep red all the way to my toes, and covered my manly bits as best I could with one hand. It didn‘t work very well. “Damn it, Matt! Don’t you know how to knock?” I huffed and returned to my task, picking up the brush and re-dipping it.

Instead of leaving, though, he walked in further, closing the door behind him. He smiled at me, taking the brush. “Here,” he murmured, “let me do it. You can’t see the back very well, you don’t wanna make them look weird.” And he began to slide the brush through my hair softly, tugging the strands just enough for it to tingle my scalp.

My shoulders slumped and I visibly relaxed. I knew Mattie was probably more excited about my date than I was, so I didn’t protest. I even let my hand fall away from my dick to rest on the counter, soothed by my brother’s ministrations. It was really relaxing to have someone doing this for me, usually I had to stretch awkwardly to highlight the back of my hair.

“Matt, you’re spoiling me,” I muttered with a chuckle. He just smiled and dipped the brush again, with unnecessary flair- but that was Matt, of course.

“Don’t worry. You take care of me all the time- I should help you out more than I do.” He smirked. “Besides, I expect you to take the heat from Ma.”

I looked at him questioningly, meeting his blue-grey gaze in the mirror.

“She’s going to be pissed that she’s not getting grandkids,” he said smugly. Matt had always been bitter about ma being alcoholic and for never being around when we were younger, but he’d never been this mean about it. I was slightly shocked to discover this sudden nastiness. It seemed like every day he surprised me.

His long-fingered hand, with the nails painted purple today, stroked my shoulder while he smoothed my hair, trying to get it to part right. With a noise of discomfort, I tried to squirm away, but he just pulled me closer.

“I am sooo jealous of your little boyfriend, you know,” he sighed into my neck. After setting the brush down, he wrapped me into a hug and continued, each word chilling my blood.

“I’ve always wanted love to find me, a nice young buff man that would take care of me... I even fell in love with you, but how long could that sort of thing last? It‘s so wrong, I know, but still…” He sounded so forlorn about it, but I could feel him smiling against my back.

He looked up, and I saw the sunny grin in our reflection. I just stared at him, just a bit shocked, and he sighed.

“Sorry. I guess everybody just needs their Jason, right?” He smoothed my hair and knocked me lightly with his shoulder before pulling away, making to leave.

Right when his hand began to twist the silver knob, my blood began moving again. I reached out desperately, stopping him with my fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. With no clue what to say to ease his agony, I just stared at him, confused. His own face was twisted into a grimace of sudden pain, features scrunched helplessly to try and keep me from seeing the anger, hurt and sadness. He needed comfort, and I had no clue how to give it to him.

I didn’t know how to do this big brother crap- I always thought Matt could take care of himself! And when he hadn’t been able to, a gallon of ice cream or a session of baking had always fixed any problem he may have had. I got the feeling that a batch of cookies wasn’t going to be the band-aid for this, though.

I awkwardly wrapped my lanky arms around him, folding my hands hesitantly into the small of his back. He was tense for a moment, but after a few seconds of my close hug he relaxed, and just let me hold him. His own arms shakily reached around me and pulled me tight against him, his shoulders shaking. Breathlessly I kissed his neck, feeling him tense and relax. I didn’t want to give him the false hope that I loved him as anything more than a brother, but my naked body pressed against his clothed one like this didn’t feel nearly as wrong as it should have. Blushing, I inhaled the scent of peroxide and honeydew, feeling lightheaded.

Hopefully Jason wouldn’t mind waiting a few minutes longer for me.

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My hair was hopeless. The fresh highlights were a stark yellow-white against the deep brown and gold already there, and I’d just dried it perfectly straight and pushed it back while I got dressed- tight navy denim and a purple tee that said ‘PIMP’, nothing special. Now I was trying to style the rat on my head, with little to no luck. I threw down my hair gel and watched it splatter, stepping on the bright bottle for good measure and delighting in the ‘crack!’ the thin plastic made, the thin goo squishing underfoot and squelching between my bare toes. I sighed and ran a shaking hand through my hair, wishing now more than ever that I hadn’t sworn off coffee. As it were, I was running on empty and getting frustrated as could be with a simple bottle of hair product.

Matt would beat me within an inch of next Tuesday when he saw the colorful mess I’d made. There was blue toothpaste on the walls and sink, see-through green gel spewed across the floor, and around twenty-seven bottles and jars of styling gel and cans of hairspray laying open on the counter. I was hoping that it wouldn’t take forever to fix the mop protruding from my scalp, since Jason was due to pick me up at any moment. I tried fruitlessly to spike it, tease it, curl it, everything. It still hung limp against my cheeks, a layer peeking out here or there. I huffed in frustration, and threw a towel down on the mess on the floor. I’d clean it later.

I was just picking up a bottle of mousse when Matt flew into the bathroom, eyes wide and mouth open.

“YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU’RE NOT READY YET? JASON’S COMING UP THE DRIVEWAY!!!”

My eyes popped open at that, and I frantically began to spray mousse into my hand. A few pitiful white clumps came out, and I shook the bottle, whining when I heard a tiny metallic sloshing. I looked up at Mattie with pleading eyes, begging for help wordlessly.

Ah, I really do love my younger brother. With a determined look, he bent me at the waist and picked up my Tresemme hairspray. One hand ruffled my hair while the other sprayed it relentlessly. “Up!” he screeched, pushing me into the counter when I did so. My hair was now artfully messy, and he teased a few strands to make it look less like bedhead and more like Robert Pattinson’s hairstyle before shoving me out of the room. I caught myself against the hallway wall, barely managing to stay standing. Something hard hit me in the back of my head and then I really did go down.

“Ouch, motherfucker!” Matt quickly went into his room and locked the door, laughing his head off. As I slipped on the pink flipflops he’d thrown at me (his, not mine), I heard a knock on the door. My heart hammered as I stomped down the stairs, skidding to a stop in front of the huge white door.

“Just a minute!” I said breathlessly, checking my appearance over in the hall mirror. I tossed a few bangs into my eyes, smeared the dark brown eyeliner around my eyes a bit more, and then straightened my shirt with a deep breath. My face was slightly flushed, but I ignored it to open the door for Jason.

My jaw hit the floor. So did Matt, who I hadn’t even heard coming down the stairs. There was a crash and a muttered ‘holy shit!’ behind me, causing Jason to turn a self-conscious red. He shifted, and I stared.

“What?” He murmured. “don’t stare.”

His hair, freshly dyed in purple and red streaks, was put up into a messy mohawk with sideways bangs and long as hell sideburns. His ear now sported a flashy white feathered earring that brushed against his neck, shocking against the deep purple of the hair hanging there. His eyes, lined in black, were darker than ever against his outfit, which consisted of a white v-neck, a white PVC half-jacket, and white skinny jeans that laced at the sides. A heavy chain with an angel’s wing pendant hung at his neck, glinting in the dying sunlight that haloed him as he stood in my doorway. It all ended at white combat boots- where the hell had he even found those in that color?!

With a small chuckle, he tipped my head up to meet his eyes, and swooped down to brush his lips against mine. As I gave a contented sigh, I practically melted into his arms, just then noticing the bouquet of white roses pressed against my back. My body locked up and Matt chuckled behind me, gently taking the roses from Jason who smiled at the other boy.

I looked up at him in amazement, not even hearing Matt telling us to have fun as I was dragged out of my house. The door slammed heavily behind me, and I still just stared. This beautiful boy couldn’t be MY boyfriend- he looked like an angel.

“You ready?” He spoke gently as he wrapped his fingers into mine, tugging me close. “It’s not that far away, but I figured we’d drive anyways.” I must have looked confused, because he pointed a long finger to a 1963 Ford Thunderbird done in a deep forest green.

I nearly had an orgasm just looking at the fucking thing.

He laughed when I pulled him to the car, running my hand along the still-warm hood, sighing in pleasure. I turned back to him.

“You mean I’ll be riding in this? It’s lovely!” I was grinning widely, excited.

Jason popped the door to the passenger side open, motioning for me to get in.

“Of course,” he murmured as he slid into his own seat, fingering the stick shift, “only the best, Alex.”

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The Bird was a monster. It ran like a smooth beast, grunted and roared when he’d fired it up, and slid across the pavement like it was made of glass. I was in love with it.

I almost hesitated to leave it when we stopped, palming the soft leather seats lovingly. Jason smiled at that, watching me touch it like I was. With a blush, I left the car and faced the restaurant we’d stopped at.

How many times was my jaw gonna drop tonight?

“Ville de la Lune?!” I glanced back at my date in astonishment, my head feeling full of cotton. Jason just nodded, grabbing my hand.

“Yeah. I know the owner personally, she’ll be seating us tonight.”

The boy had to drag me to the door. I was protesting the whole way, I wasn’t dressed for such a snazzy place!

I was almost in tears by the time we stepped through the door. “Just relax~!” Jason said. “You’re fine.”

A woman with bright red hair in a long braid was yelling at a man in a suit at the front, waving her arms. Her screaming rang through the restaurant, and I did my best to hide behind Jason. The teen just smirked, waiting for the woman to be done.

I took the opportunity to look around at the fancy place, noticing firstly that everyone here was wearing fine dining attire and eating from tiny crystal plates. I shivered, looking down at my brother’s pink flipflops.

Next thing I noticed was that the walls were a deep blue with murals of stars, clouds and a huge moon painted on the ceiling. Tiny lights were embedded in each star, making the ceiling twinkle like a real night sky even though it was only five in the afternoon. The moon, likewise, glowed with tiny lights that flickered brightly. It was amazing, and I held my breath as I looked up at it.

Each table was done up with a black tablecloth, with a huge vase of white lilies and a glistening silver candelabra in the center. Some of them had mosquito netting and gauzy silk wisped around them, blocking them from the view of other diners, creating small private nooks. It was one of these that the red-haired lady led us to after she was finished chewing the man out.

“Jason, it’s been too long! Please, sit. I’ll send a waitress right out to take your order!” The woman was smiling now, and I saw perfect white teeth. She pulled out my chair for me, ignoring the way I stared at her round face and thick freckles. When I was seated, she held a hand out to me, shoving it right under my nose.

“I’m Jessica, owner of this lovely establishment. You must be Alex.” I nodded, slightly intimidated. She shook my hand fervently before strutting off with a huge grin, biting her thumb.

I turned to Jason, who had just settled into the large chair and began looking at the menu, obviously not bothered by Jessica’s strange behavior. Maybe it was normal for her.

Dinner passed by with quite a few awkward glances between us, and light chit-chat. We were both mostly preoccupied with the amazing food that we had ordered- two large medium rare steaks with a vegetable medley.

It was towards the end of our meal that the subject was brought up.

“Hey,” Jason said softly, staring at me from under thick lashes. I set down my wine glass and smiled, showing that he had my full attention. My boyfriend shifted, fingering the fork next to his plate and avoiding my gaze.

“I was hoping, you know… well. I was planning on going to-” he cleared his throat- “to see Rob tomorrow.”

“Didn’t you say he was in the mental hospital?”

Those black eyes peeked up at me. “Well, yeah… but he hardly ever gets visitors. I mean, his mom and brother are dead… so I’m going.”

“Okay. I take it you want me to go with you?” I shoved a forkful of still-bloody steak into my mouth nonchalantly, staring him down. His bare foot touched mine and ran up to my thigh, continuing the game of footsies we’d begun earlier.

Jason leaned close, close enough that I could smell his soap and aftershave. “Yeah. You don’t have to, but I want you two to meet. Really. It would mean a lot to me.”

I didn’t even hesitate to nod. From what I’d heard, this Robert guy could use a few friends right now. His story almost made me happy my Ma was an alcoholic- it was better than her being dead. Jason let out a breath and gave me one of his brilliant smiles, causing my insides to shudder. I hid the blush behind my wine glass, concentrating on the light sounds of silverware clanking and dainty conversation going on beyond our closed-off cranny. I only stopped drinking when I heard him begin eating again.

My own plate was a mess of bits of meat and green beans when I stared down at it, trying to ignore the foot that steadily crept up my leg, toes pinching here and there. I hadn’t stopped blushing since I’d sat down and heard him kick off his boots. I’d also been trying to stop looking at him, which was difficult- he was constantly slouching, perfectly at ease in the low blue light, glowing like the lilies on and around our table.

“Agh!” Red wine went down into my lungs, and I began to cough loudly, my face now as red as the beets Jason was licking with that pierced tongue of his. He gave me a naughty grin after he was sure I was alright, and ran his socked foot right over my growing bulge.

I tried to close my legs, really I did, but his other foot came up and pried my knee to the side, spreading me wide. My fork and hand shook, clanking noisily against the plate.

I wracked my brain for an excuse to get him to stop, but came up with nothing. No waiter would come in until a small bell on the edge of the table was rang, and it was on this bell that I fixed my glazed over gaze as Jason’s foot steadily rubbed my now full erection. I gave up all pretense of eating, dropping my fork to the napkin and gritting my teeth against the pleasure that caused my toes to curl and legs to shake.

I heard a zipper being pulled, and looked over to see Jason smirking, his arm working slowly beneath the table, where I couldn’t see. But I could guess, and it made my breath speed up.

“Oh god,” I groaned, my head spinning. I just wanted to finish my dinner, but instead I was getting a foot-job from my lover! This was insane! I covered my mouth when I felt my own zipper being tugged down by his toes, that clever bastard. His eyes were half-lidded and focused steadily on me as he used only his now-bare feet to open my fly and pull out my dick. I wasn’t even aware that he’d taken his socks off, that’s how far gone I was.

His foot was disastrously soft as he ran it up the side of my length, the top of his foot to the bottom of my cock. I felt myself twitch, and he used the tip of his big toe to smear the precum down my length. His arm worked harder and my breath came faster as he formed a tunnel with both of his feet and began stroking in earnest, causing my mouth to pop open in a silent groan and my hips to snap into him.

“That’s it,” I heard him murmur over my heavy panting. “Come on, baby. Fuck, you look so hot… I wanna shove myself into your tight little mouth so bad…”

My head began to hurt with the effort of holding back my noises, my hips snapped faster and faster, and my hand reached inside my own shirt to finger a hard nipple. I grit my teeth on a whine, listening to the wet sound of my thrusting and him pumping his own cock.

He finally grunted and hunched forward, eyes trained on my red sweaty face. I heard a wet splash and a sucking noise as he wrung the last of his come from himself.

It was the sated look on his face that brought me to my own climax, and I raised my hips entirely off the chair, thrusting once, twice into the warm, tight tunnel of his feet before tensing and letting my jizz fly everywhere. The first shot hit under the table with a wet smacking sound, before he used his feet to aim my penis towards me with a cocky smile, letting the second shot hit me on the side of my face. I’d had no clue I could shoot that far, and I moaned with my mouth closed as I finished, his feet milking the last bit from me before falling heavily to the floor.

I was all-too ready to sit back and just rest, but Jason had other ideas. He reached a long arm over the table and pulled me to him, knocking my glass and the vase over but not paying it any heed. With a grin, he began licking my come from my cheek and nose, shoving his tongue into my mouth to let me taste. I murmured softly around his tongue, palming my still exposed dick and letting the afterglow seep through my nerves. When he finally released me with a wet smack, I sighed and collapsed into the chair, allowing him to tidy up the room a bit.

He lovingly wet a napkin in his water glass and used it to wipe my half-hard penis dry before kissing it and tucking me away, zipping and buttoning my fly. I smiled lazily at him, running my fingers through the surprisingly soft hair on his head. He grinned back up at me, resting his forehead against mine.

Our next kiss seemed to drag on forever, and the wonderful steak I had hoped to finish was all but forgotten as he wound his arms around me.

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Back in the Thunderbird, on the endless road. It was getting to be late, and we’d decided to skip a movie in order to get some rest so we wouldn’t feel like shit tomorrow. The wind was in my hair and whistling in my ears, and we couldn’t stop smiling. Neither of us felt a need to talk.

On my doorstep, he bent down and kissed me like a gentleman, chastely but with a swipe of a tongue across the seam of my mouth. I beamed up at him, not letting go of his hand.

“So, is seven thirty tomorrow okay?”

I nodded, jerking him into a hug. He held me for a while, his chin on top of my head. His heart was beating wetly against his ribs, I could hear it. My own beat in time with it.

The sweet moment was ruined when my front door slammed open, and a short stooped woman with hair curlers in her blonde locks glared up at us.

“Ma!” I said, shocked to see her at home… not to mention sober.

“Alexander! I was beginning to think you’d never come home! Isn’t it proper to introduce me to your date before prancing off? I didn’t raise you to be a tramp!” She glared up at me angrily, talking around the cigarette in her mouth. I heard Matt laughing loudly from the den behind her.

“I-I’m sorry Ma! Uhnm, well…” Jason stepped around me and held out his hand, smiling winningly at my ma. I looked at him in shock.

“Jason Brooks, ma’am, I’m your son’s boyfriend. I apologize for not meeting you earlier, I wasn’t aware you were in.” His hand eclipsed hers as he shook it lightly, and she chuckled before tugging him down.

“Well, what a charmer,” she said into his ear. “I’ll chop off your dick if I find out you hurt my baby.”

I groaned in mortification- wasn’t it bad enough she was meeting him in a flowery nightgown that exposed her wrinkly legs? Obviously not! But Jason just laughed good-naturedly, tugging me close.

“Of course not,” he muttered against my lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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So, I’m trying to follow a basic plot I have set out in my mind, but I’d like to make Alex’s mom less of a villain. She has her reasons, it’ll be explained soon enough. Next chapter is the looney bin! Yaaay! Rob’s side story is being written. Pease review and tell me if you liked this chapter! I made it super long to make up for not updating last week! Sorry! I love my readers! Please let me know what you think, dearies!