Country Boys

*Daylith’s View*

‘I think the walk did Timmy good. He seems like he's lightened up a bit now.’ I thought to myself. When we walked in I was surprised to see that my dad was on the couch. ‘He must have gotten home early. He'll be heading to his room downstairs soon.’ We walked around quietly until we got upstairs. It was nice having my room upstairs and my dad's room in the basement because number one, it was warmer, and number two, you can't hear a thing going on in either room.

"Hey, you got anything to eat?" Timmy asked.

"Good one, wait till we get upstairs to ask for food. Yea, we got stuff, go downstairs quietly and help yourself to whatever."



While he was downstairs I jumped in the shower to clean and warm up, then I changed into a pair of boxers and sat on the bed to watch T.V. A couple seconds later, Timmy walked into the room with a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

He sat on the end of the bed with a smile on his face. "It's been awhile since I’ve eaten this. My aunt used to make it home-made."

"Yea well I’m sure that canned soup will pale in comparison." I stated factually.

He blew on a spoon full and ate it. "Sure does. But it's still good on an empty stomach."



Just then the phone started to ring. I quickly picked it up before it woke my dad and I was surprised to hear Katherine on the other end. I glanced over at the clock and it read 10:13pm.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" I asked.

She replied with a pout, "You said you would call me and you never did. I missed you babe, what happened?"

"Sorry about that. I was hanging with my friend Timmy and it was so cold out I think I caught something. I probably won't be in school tomorrow."

“Aww my poor baby. But that serves you right for hanging out with Timmy instead of calling me." She said in a mocking tone.

"So, why do you hang out with that loser anyway?" She asked.

"Oh I don't know, same reason I hang out with you I guess. I must have a weakness for losers." I retorted.

I heard her gasp and she teasingly asked, "Are you calling me a loser?"

I laughed and told her I really had to go. She unhappily said good night and we hung up.



Timmy had finished his soup and when I was off the phone he turned around and asked, "What was that about?"

"It was just Katherine, she wanted to know why I didn't call."

"Figured that much" he mumbled. "So your really staying home tomorrow?"

"Yea, I can skip a day since your not going." I replied.



He got up and went downstairs to put the dish in the sink. When he came back up he asked. "You have something I can sleep in?"

I really didn't have much left. I've been lending him everything for the past couple of days so I guess this means I'll have to do laundry sooner then usual. "Yea check in that top draw."



He pulled out a pair of plain black boxers and went to the bathroom to change. In about two minutes he came out and without missing a second he said, "You know, I've been thinking. When I was with my uncle he had me doing chores, that was the one thing that made me feel like I had a right to live there. But here, I'm just freeloading and it's making me feel really uncomfortable."

He sat down on the bed in front of me and I was expecting him to say more, however, he just sat there as if he was waiting for me to say something. "Yea, so what's your point?" I asked.

"I want you to give me some things to do or something so I can earn my stay here."

"Ohh. I see. Hmm." I thought for a minute. I don't really have chores, we have a dish-washer for the dishes, we pick up after ourselves so there's no messes, we don't have a farm so we can't put him to work. "Sorry bud, but there isn't anything I could give you to do."

"What?! How? There has to be something." He argued. "Don't you have chores you don't feel like doing?" He asked.

"Nope, that's the problem. No chores, no farm. No nothing for you to do."

He looked away in deep thought and I heard him mumble, "damn."



‘Wow, he really wants something to do. I guess I can understand where he's coming from. He's using our house, our clothes, our food, our money, he must feel so useless here.’

"I'll tell you what, I don't have any chores for you but there are some small things you can do for me, like change the channels, make me food, stuff like that." I said as an alternative.

"So your saying you want me to be your servant." He said flatly.

"It's all I've got for you, take it or leave it."

"Fine."



I laughed at the thought of him doing whatever I wanted and a few ideas came to mind. I decided to try them out right here and now. "I need the remote, get it for me." I commanded.

He looked at me as if I were stupid and then down to my hand, "It's right next to you."

"I know." I stated proudly. "I need it placed in my hand."

He let out a sigh and held a smile on his face because he knew I was playing with him. He leaned over my legs and grabbed the remote and roughly placed it in my hand.

"There!" He said.

"Hmm, I didn't like the way you handed me the remote, do it again." I said while puting the remote back down. "But this time say, 'here's your remote Lord Daylith'"

I laughed as Timmy cocked an eyebrow and said in disbelief, "you have got to be kidding me."

"Not at all.. not at all." I stated.

He reached over again and picked up the remote; after gently placing it in my hand he said, "here's your remote, Lord Douchebag."



I grinned at his resistance and retorted, "Oh so you wanna play it that way. Off with his boxers!" I commanded.

He gave me a look as if I were crazy, "what!?" He yelled.

"You heard me. Every time you don't do a command of mine, I will punish you by taking away something I'm letting you use. So now, you lost your privilege to my boxers. So strip em!"

"Kiss my ass man, I’m not doing that." He argued.

"Gladly, but first you need to take off the boxers." I retorted, and was satisfied to see his cheeks turn slightly red.

"No way! You can't be serious!"



I was in fact very serious, he's the one that wanted to pull his weight around here, so here was his chance. "You better hurry up or you'll lose your privilege to use my blankets, and it gets pretty cold at night." I teased.

He stood up and looked at me as if he was in pure disbelief, "But what do I put on instead?" He asked.

"Nada.." I answered.



Timmy dropped the boxers and stepped out of them and as quickly as he could he grabbed a hold of my blanket and wrapped it around himself. Even so, I was still able to enjoy the sight of him stripping in front of me.

"I'm starting to think I'd rather be at my uncle's," He said in annoyance.

I shook my head. "You couldn't have just kept your mouth shut. Noo you just had to say something smart." I grabbed a hold of the blanket and pulled it off, "there goes your blanket privileges."

He quickly turned around so I was facing his back. I took in the image of his masculine back and firm ass. The site was taunting, and it made me wonder why it felt so strange to crave for him. Asher and I sexually relieved each other, why couldn't Timmy and I?

"Look, I don't feel comfortable with you staring at my ass! Do I have a privilege to anything in this house that I can use to cover my body with?!" He yelled.

"Me." I said jokingly.

He let out a sigh and I decided to let him use a pillow. "Here, you can use a pillow." I said while throwing him one.

"This is too fucking weird. Don't you sleep on this?" He asked.

"No but your going to."

Since I gave him the pillow he felt more comfortable to turn around and face me, and that's when I noticed the bruising on his side again. My humorous mood seemed to disappear in an instant, and in it’s place was a mix of longing and sympathy.

"What are you staring at you gay perv?" Timmy asked.

I got off the bed and stood close to him. I placed my hand over his bruised ribs and asked him with seriousness if he was still hurting at all.

"N-no.. I'm fine." He answered, slightly startled.

I felt him get tense because of how close I was to him, and I made sure to go slow since he said he wasn’t gay. I didn’t want to make any quick decisions and end up having him punch me in the face or hate me forever. Then I remembered what I had done earlier. I practically violated him while he was weak by undressing him like that. For some reason I felt guilty for doing that, and a part of me wanted to tell him to get it off my chest. I didn’t realize how strong that will was, and before I could even think, my mouth began to move and I confessed.

"I have something to tell you and you'll probably be so pissed you'll want to leave."

He looked me directly in the eye, completely unaware of what to expect.

"When I took you here, you were passed out on my bed. You were bleeding and bruised so I took care of it. But.. I went further then I should have."

"What are you talking about?" He asked still confused.

"I took off your clothes… all of them."

"What?" Timmy asked, searching for a clearer explanation.

"For some reason I just couldn’t control myself. You were just there… half undressed so I decided to take everything off. And I did it on purpose." He looked at me as if he had no idea what to do or say, so I kept doing the talking, even though it was probably making my situation worse. "I knew that you weren't hurt below the waistline. But I made the excuse that you could be hurt elsewhere to see what you looked like naked…please, just don’t hate me."

"W-why?" He asked.



‘Yes. Why?’ That’s something I wanted to know for myself as well. Ever since the thought entered my mind that Timmy could possibly be gay, I started to see him differently. I slowly found myself feeling attracted to him. ‘Could it be that I want him?’ I thought to myself. And then it was all clear. ‘That's exactly it.’



"Timmy, would you let me touch you?" I hesitantly asked, but the yearning was so strong at that moment I didn't necessarily care how strange it sounded.



*Timmy’s View*

I had no idea what to do. I was standing in the middle of my friends room naked, and he's asking me if he can touch me? This isn't normal. I may never have had a friend before but it doesn't take much to know that this is over the top. I mean, isn't this gay?‘What do I say? Do I leave?’

For some reason I just stood there, thinking. Once again my heart and mind separated themselves. My mind was telling me not to let this happen and leave. But... the other part of me was enjoying everything. The teasing, the commands, the idea of giving him permission to touch me. That was the part of me that kept me from refusing, or doing anything for that matter.

"Timothy. I.. I promise.. I wouldn't tell anyone." He asked with a sense of pleading in his masculine voice.

‘He called me Timothy? How did he know my name was Timothy?’ He was the first person to ever call me that, I even forgot that it was my real name and Timmy was just a nick-name. For some reason I liked the way it sounded when he said it.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I noticed Daylith take a step back with a look of shame on his face. "Ugh I can't believe what I was just saying. I'm sorry man, I don't know what I was thinking. I probably just totally freaked you out."



*Daylith’s View*

He was being so quiet. He just stood there without saying a word. It was just then that everything I was saying registered in my head and I felt a little embarrassed. I let my damn hormones get to my head again. I hoped that an apology would save me, but he still looked away silently.

Just then he turned his head to look me in the eyes, he looked cornered for some reason, like he was desperately searching for words.

"Y-you promise you won't tell anyone?" He asked.