Love For Sale

“Oh, sorry to wake you.” Cole said to me when I woke up.

“It’s okay.” I yawned, rubbing my eyes. “ I know you didn’t mean to.” I woke early in the afternoon from Cole playing the piano. He was sitting down at the bench, sheet music on the stand, and a pencil next to it. He had only played a few cords, but he stopped when I woke. “What are you doing anyways?” I asked, shimming off the piano. A blanket was wrapped around my body, so I brought it with me.

“Playing.” Cole scoffed. I rolled my eyes at such a sarcastic answer, and I joined him on the bench.

“What are you playing then?” I asked, narrowing the question down.

“My music.” Cole replied, his answer still vague, and he wrote down five new cords on the sheet music. He repeated the notes he had, and I listened to what he played.

“I haven’t heard it before. Is it new?”

“As a matter of fact, it is.” Cole smiled down at me.

“It’s new?” I cried.

“Yep,” Cole’s smile grew, “this is only the beginning though. I got the idea this morning.”

“What made you start writing music again?” I asked, looking from him to the sheet music.

“You did.” Cole breathed, leaning his forehead against mine. “You have inspired me to write music again. I plan on performing again too, once I finish a few more songs.”

“That’s great.” I beamed. “Can I play this one when you’re down; it sounds beautiful.”

“You can,” Cole replied, looking at the sheet music. “But not this one. I don’t want you to play this one.”

“Why not?”

“Because this one is special; this one’s for you. And when I am done and ready, I am going to play it for you.”

“Okay.” I sighed gloomy.

“I’m sorry. But don’t worry, life will not come to an end if you can’t play it.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. “Now come on, let’s have some breakfast.” And he kissed my temple as he got off the piano bench.

During breakfast, he continued to tell me his plans on how he was going to create thirteen new songs, and would go back on tour again after he got his CD out after a few months. While he told me his plans, I couldn’t stop smiling. I was so happy for Cole that he was becoming his old self again, and I told him I supported him one-hundred percent. I laughed a few times at him too, he was so excited, and he went back to his piano and ate his pancakes while he composed his music. I let him be with his music while we ate, and listened to him play and stopped every so often to write notes down on the sheet music. When I was finished, I cleaned up the mess we made, and rejoined Cole at the piano.

“Is this the same piece?” I asked, looking at the sheet music.

“Nope. Different.” Cole replied, looking at the piano keys. He played the last few bars he wrote down, and I closed my eyes. It sounded just as beautiful as the first piece, but it wasn’t as blissful as the first. As I listened to the notes, I was unaware that I placed my hands on the keys Cole wasn’t playing, and I felt the vibrations. Cole stopped soon after and I heard him sigh. Once he stopped, I picked up where he left off, and began playing what sounded like it fit the piece.

“Kyle?”

My eyes shot open when I realized what I was doing, and my body shrunk. ”Sorry, Cole.” I gave a nervous chuckle, and scratched the side of my cheek. “I got too into your music.”

“No, it’s okay,” he smiled. He was impressed with me, and tried to play what I was playing on the high notes. “Could you teach me that part?” he asked, once he couldn’t get the notes that I played.

“Yeah.” I was shocked that he liked the small part that I played, and I showed him note-by-note. When I pushed down on one key, he would try to match it with another. We did that for three cords, and once we finished, Cole played it back which he thought it would fit. “Do you like it?” I asked, scared that it sounded awful.

“It’s nice,” he replied with a sigh. He licked his lips as he stared at the paper in front of him. My heart raced as he thought and I thought he was going to discard the cords I created. He sighed again, and again laid his head against mine. I looked up at him with a weird look on my face, and I saw he was smiling softly. “Thanks.” I heard him say, and he kissed the top of my head. “I was stuck with that. Thank you for helping.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled back at him, feeling proud of myself. “I think I will leave you to your music.” I told him, moving off of the bench. “I don’t want to intrude anymore then I already have.”

“You don’t have to leave.” Cole told me, resting his hands on the bench beside him. “I don’t mind if you stay in the room.”

“I know. But I might be tempted again with composing some more. It’s your music.”

“Why thank you. But I really don’t mind, I get stuck with cords all the time. If you don’t mind, can I call on you from time to time?”

“Sure.” I nodded.

“Thanks,” and Cole gave me a peck on the lips before I hurried off upstairs to get dressed.

I was really happy to see the old Cole back. I haven’t seen him like this before, but Daniel said he had. He told me how he would work his ass off to get the right piece down on paper. He even said that he had would work for days on end without sleeping or eating. I thought that was pretty intense, but I didn’t worry too much about it, that is until the fifth week into his work. It started with the small things first, not saying hello to me, or not coming to dinner. He would come when I yelled at him to come, but he never really left his piano any other time. No matter how much time he spent at his piano though, he would make time to come to bed with me. We never did anything, but we spooned and I would fall asleep listening to Cole talk more about his music. But by the fifth week, the small things turned into a big problem. He had stopped coming to the dinner table to eat, had stopped talking to me, and I would end up going to bed alone. I tried to coax Cole to come to bed with me a few times, but he would always reply the same thing: “In a minute.” But that minute would turn into ten, then an hour, and then the whole night. I couldn’t count how many times I would find Cole slouched over his piano keys, and a half full coffee cup. When I first found him sleeping at his piano, Cole told me he was sorry, and took the whole day off from his work. We ended up going out to a Beaver football game. He had season tickets, and today was a home game, so we went. It was a new experience for me and I enjoyed it. Cole seemed to have a good time too as our team was ahead by fourteen points. But I thought he wasn’t enjoying himself as I hoped he would. We were seated in the suite area, so it was pretty nice, but every time I looked over at Cole, he was antsy. His right leg was bouncing uncontrollably, and he was tearing up his napkin he held in his hands. I pressed a hand over his and leaned into him.

“Relax.” I whispered to him, nuzzling up against him. “Enjoy the game.”

“I am,” Cole replied, smiling at me. He stretched, dropping the napkin he had, and wrapped an arm around the back of my chair. “Don’t worry about me.”

I smiled back at him and turned back to the game. Cole said not to worry about him, but I was. After halftime, I found a new napkin back in his hand, and a pen in his other. I sat back in my seat to see what he was writing, but I knew what it was. Glancing over his shoulder, I saw Cole was writing down notes. I rolled my eyes; how could he think with so much noise around us? The Beavers won the game, but Cole had missed half of it because he was too into what he was composing on the napkin. I wanted to scold him for not taking a break like he said, but I wanted to wait till we got into the car before I said anything.

“Enjoyed the game?” I asked as we sat in the parking lot full of cars that were trying to exit the stadium.”

“Yes I did.” Cole replied, concentrating on changing lanes. “How about you? Didn’t you say that this was your first college football game?”

“Yeah, it was, and thank you again for taking me. I hope you did enjoy your time too at the stadium.” I told him, my voice changed and I let out a tired sigh.

“Is something the matter?” Cole asked, tilting his head down so he was looking me straight in the eyes.

“No, nothing’s the matter.” I gave him a fake smile, and turned back towards the window. “It just seemed that you were spending more time writing on the paper you had, than watching the football game.” I sighed again.

Cole let out a sigh and I saw out of the corner of my eyes, that he was resting his elbow on the driver’s door. He knew he had kept a promise with me, no working on his music while we were out, but he broke his promise and he knew it. He let out another sigh and positioned his hands on the steering wheel. A car allowed him to pass, and Cole took the opportunity as we drove out of the stadium parking lot, and onto the road towards home. We didn’t talk for most of the car ride home. Cole knew that he had done wrong. I could tell from time to time, that he was staring at me (rather his eyes being on the road), but I ignored him the best I could. I was angry for what he did at the game; I didn’t want to talk to him about the subject anymore. Cole tried to apologize to me about today throughout the drive home, but I brushed him off every time. Cole went as far as to bribe me with ice cream when we got back into the city. I didn’t reply to Cole’s persuasion tactics, he tried again once we passed a Sonic joint, but again I didn’t say anything. By the time we got back home, Cole had stopped trying talk to me, and I was on the verge of tears. I was thinking about everything today, holding it all in until now. Cole didn’t bother trying to talk to me again when he pulled in the drive way, and got out of the car after he turned it off. I stayed in the car and I watched as the headlights shined on Cole. He was acting normal from where I was at, but I could tell that he was hurting inside. The car’s headlights stayed on for a bit longer, but shut off when Cole opened the front door. I thought he would go inside and shut the door, but I could still see him standing on his porch. He was waiting for me to come in, but I didn’t want to. I knew that Cole would just go back to his piano and would transfer the chords from the napkin to his sheet music. I didn’t want to hear his music right now; in fact, I didn’t even know if I really wanted to hear his music ever again. The more I thought and felt about what Cole was doing, the more I felt like I didn’t want to be with him anymore. I felt two hot tears roll down my cheeks, and I wiped them off, but that didn’t stop more tears from flowing.

“Kyle, come on.” Cole said, opening my door. I didn’t even notice that he had moved from the porch to the side of the door until now. “Kyle, what’s wrong?” he asked, seeing my tears.

“You don’t love me anymore.” I sobbed. I looked up him as I said this, and I was now crying buckets of tears.


“What are you saying? Of course I love you.” Cole said soft-heartedly. He bent down so he was at eye level with me, and placed a hand on my thigh. “Why would you say such a thing?”

“Because you care more about your music than me. You don’t know how hard it is to go day after day and not be able to spend time with you.”

“What are you talking about…I do.” Cole replied. I could tell he was feeling guilty more and more as I cried and confessed my feelings about him and his music.

“NO YOU DON’T!” I cried, my tears flowing even faster. “Not as much as you think you do. Every time I see you, you are at the piano, playing and composing your music. I am happy that you are writing music, but I feel like I have taken a bake seat in your life. You never even come to bed anymore.” I sobbed.

Cole stared at me in shock as I spilled my heart out to him. Looking at him, I saw that he didn’t know how much his music was affecting me. He stared down at the ground once I said my two bits, and I felt his hand clench my pants. “I’m sorry, Kyle. I keep forgetting that you are a kid.” I heard Cole say after a minute of letting everything sink in. I looked up at him and I heard in his voice that he was crying too. “I didn’t know how much this was hurting you. I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and brought me into his chest. He gave me a peck on the temple and stroked my hair. I sobbed even louder as I felt Cole stroke me, but they were not tears of sorrow that streamed down my cheeks; they were tears of joy. This was the first time in weeks that Cole held me like this. “I promise this won’t happen again,” he whispered, and he kissed me again on the cheek.

“Promise?” I asked, pulling out of the hug.

“Yeah.” He gave me a soft smile, and wiped away the loose tears that ran down my face. “Pinky promise.” That made me laugh, thinking a grown man would use a pinky promise to seal a promise. I didn’t know who did that anymore. I laughed slightly harder as he held out his pinky to tell me he was serious, and I wrapped my pinky around his. “Come on, it’s late, and we’re both tired.”

“Okay.” I smiled, my cheeks smudged with tears, and I climbed out the car. Cole wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and we slowly walked into the house. “Hey, Cole.”

“Yeah?”

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied, and we pecked lips at the bottom of the stairs. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for some fun.” Cole told me and he gave me an extra kiss on the hand.

“Why don’t you come up with me?” I replied, not willing and trusting him to go upstairs alone.

“I will. I just need to finish things up down here. Don’t give me that face, I promise that I will join you for some bedroom fun. We both are overdue for some fun.”

“Fine.” I pouted. “But if you’re not up in five minutes, I am coming down here and forcing myself on you.”

Cole rolled his head back and laughed, “Deal,” he said, and I headed upstairs to get ready.


Cole kept his promise that night, and for the first time in over five weeks, both Cole and I got some. We ended up doing it three times that night: once in the bedroom, once in the shower, and once again on top of the piano. However, I didn’t want to do it on the piano, it just happened that way. After we took our shower together, we ended falling asleep. Unfortunately, I woke up around three in the morning to find Cole at his piano. And to my word, I pulled him away from the instrument, and I forced myself on him. Cole didn’t mind though, and we climbed back on the piano after I got him in the mood. After that night, Cole had moved his work to his school office, and used their pianos. The idea of using the school’s pianos was his idea, and I agreed with it. He said that this way, he would be forced to come home and spend time with me. In the end, Cole’s idea worked out great, and we were both able to spend quality time with one another. But now it was summer and Cole had summer classes to teach, and I found myself back in the same situation that I was in three months ago.

It was the middle of July, and with global warming, it was fucking hot as hell. Oregon usually wasn’t this hot in the summer, but this day was extremely hot. When I first arrived in the state, I was surprised that most of the houses here didn’t have air conditioning, so it was no surprise when I discovered that Cole didn’t have it either. But I wished that Cole had it now. Cole was away at school, leaving me to sit and wither away like a raisin on his couch. Channel surfing like I usually did while Cole was away, I stopped to watch the news to see the local weather report. I got bored with the T.V. after three news reports, and I turned off the set before the weather came on. I tossed the remote on the coffee table in front of me, and walked out of the room. I was really glad that Cole had a pool in the backyard, and right now was the perfect time to use it. The pool itself was about ten feet long, with a diving board and a small slide in the nine foot deep end. On the opposite side of the pool, near the shallow end, there was a medium size Jacuzzi that could fit at least six people. The Jacuzzi sat up three feet above the pool, with a small divot in wall that allowed water to flow into the pool below. Around the pool, there were lawn and lazy chairs for guests to sit in or for one to sunbathe on. They were white-washed and they looked like they had seen some wild parties in their day. Opening the sliding glass door, I could feel a strong heat wave rush into the house, causing my skin to get clammy. I let out a long sigh and went to get a towel from the hall closet before I set out into the hot sun.

My feet danced along the hot concrete as I made my way to the nearest lazy chair. I tossed the beach towel onto the chair, and quickly slid up onto the chair. I was glad that the chair had a cushion on it, otherwise the seat would be just as hot as the ground. Allowing my feet to cool off, I pulled out a pair of sunglasses I bought a few days ago, and a bottle of sun tanning oil. I didn’t know how hot it was, but I guessed it was around the lower nineties, a perfect temperature for sun bathing. I brought the phone out with me just in case Cole was going to call, and set it down next to me. Before I applied the oil to my pasty white skin, I took off my boxers so I wouldn’t get any tan lines. It felt good to take off my boxers, and I sat back down and applied the oil to my skin. I spent an hour outside in the blazing sun, causing my skin to turn a light golden brown. The sun felt good, but I decided to go inside and take a shower. Before I went back inside, I walked over to the pool’s edge and dove into the cool water. It felt wonderful to dive into the water; it was like a hot knife cutting into butter. I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought about this sooner. Coming back to the surface, I did a couple of laps around the pool before I dove back below the water. I was able to hold my breath for a full minute and a half, but a second after that, I hurried to the surface. I let out my breath when I hit the surface, and I took a couple of deep breaths for my lungs to re-inflate.

“Nice day for skinny dipping.” I heard a voice behind me. I spun around when I heard the new voice, and I was met by a new face. “Hey Sexy.” He smiled and he leaned on the pool net he was holding.

I smiled back at him, and I began checking him out. “Hello.” I replied. His smile grew bigger, and I swam over to the edge.

Getting closer I could see his features better, and I saw he had braces on his teeth. His reddish, orange hair was flowing gently in the wind, and I could see the freckles that covered his face. He was well built, and I could tell that he hit the gym often. Moving my eyes down, I liked what I like what I saw. He wore khaki board shorts, black sandals, and a black tee shirt that wore the company’s logo he worked for “Jessie’s Pool Cleaning Service” it said.

“Here to clean the pool?” I asked. It was a stupid question because he wore the pool cleaner shirt, but I didn’t care; he was cute, but not really my type.

“Yes I am,” he said, walking over to place the pool net off to the side. “You don’t have to get out,” he told me. I had swam over to the shallow end of the pool to get out, but he stopped me once I reached the stairs. “You can still swim if you want to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just don’t swim in the deep end for about fifteen minutes.”

“It’s okay. I need to get out anyways.”

“Suit yourself.”

I got out of the pool just as the pool guy was putting the chlorine in the water. I was worried about what he was going to say when I came out of the pool, but I held my head up high and strutted back over to my towel. I crossed the guy’s path as I reached for my towel, and I glanced over at him. I grinned and tried to hide my laugh when I saw him looking at my naked form, and I decided to have a little fun. I grabbed my towel, and dabbed myself dry. I licked my lips a few times, and once I patted myself dry, I slowly dried my hair next. I jumped when I heard him drop the small strainer in his hands. ‘I still got it!’ I thought.

“So, what’s your name?” the pool guy asked. I could tell he was trying to get his eyes unglued from me.

“Kyle.” I told him, sitting back down in the lazy chair. “What’s yours?” I asked back.

“Jessie.”

“So you own your own pool cleaning service?”

“Yep. And Mr. Varani is my number one client.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he was my first client I had for this job; he’s a great guy.”

“Yes he is.” I grinned. I moaned, recalling last night, and I guess Jessie heard it, because he asked if I was okay. “I’m okay.” I replied, trying not to blush and thought of an old dirty bastard to keep my erection from showing.

“So are you Cole’s nephew or something?” Jessie asked next. He was new pulling the leaves out with the long net he brought with him.

“You can say that.” I said, picking at my nails. Cole had told me when we were out to tell people that I was his nephew, even though he was an only child.

“That’s cool; I wish I was living with Mr. Varani.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, curious to think that Jessie might want to get into bed with Cole. If that was the case, then he would have to fight me for it. But it wouldn’t matter if I win or lose, Cole would still be with me in the end.

“Because he is a hot guy.” Jessie told me. “I wouldn’t mind spending time with him.” I frowned as he smiled, and I could tell he was thinking of some sexual fantasy of him and Cole together. He laughed when he wiped the fantasy from his mind, and I felt jealousy rush over me. I wanted to go over there to give him a piece of my mind, but I knew that our secret relationship would be out, putting Cole and I into the line of the firing squad.

I’m going inside; do you want something to drink?” I asked. My voice was snappy, but Jessie didn’t really notice, and I got up to put on my boxers.

“Yeah. Thanks.” His smile returned, and he went on cleaning the pool.

I went inside to get a coke, and returned with a second can of coke for Jessie. I didn’t want to be generous to the pool guy, but I had to, or else he would get suspicious about Cole and I. I put on a fake smile when I went back out, and handed Jessie a warm can of America’s favorite drink. “Sorry, all that we have is warm cans.” I told Jessie, handing him the drink. We did have ice cold cans in the fridge, but I thought him not worthy of a cold drink. To play along, I got myself a warm can too so that Jessie wouldn’t think otherwise.

“It’s okay.” Jessie took the can, and opened the pop top. I opened mine too and I sipped my soda, but Jessie chugged his down. “You like warm soda?

“Kind of. I don’t really care if it’s warm or cold, as long as it’s drinkable.”

“What other weird things do you like?” This guy was strange; he liked warm soda. I didn’t know anyone who liked that sort of thing.

“Well, fries dipped in a chocolate milkshake…chips dipped in a margarita. Girls, guys…and you.” His voice changed, and it was almost sexual as he lowered his gaze. His expression changed as well, almost as if he were looking deep into my soul, and he came closer to me. I backed away as he stepped closer, but he didn’t stop there.

I dropped my can of soda as he reached for me, and I gasped as he lowered his lips over mine. This came as a shock, leaving my mouth open for him to guide his tongue in. And that was exactly what he did. I pushed him away when I felt his tongue over mine, and he gave me a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his braces shining in the sunlight. “I thought you wanted it.”

“What gave you that idea?” I yelled, trying to get the taste of warm coke out of my mouth.

“You were presenting yourself to me a while ago; I could tell you wanted me.” He stepped closer to me, causing me to back up right into the lazy chair. Jessie pinned me down once I fell, placing both arms on my sides so I couldn’t get up. He straddled me to pin me down even more, and he pushed himself on me. I pushed him back, trying to get him off me, and I tried to get up. “Stop struggling,” he breathed in my ear, and he pinned my arms above my head.

“Let go!” I yelled, struggling to break free. “Jessie let go!”

“No,” he smirked evilly, and he started to push my boxers down. “My, you’re big,” he chuckled, exposing my member to him, “but I’m bigger.”

“Stop!” I cried, but Jessie didn’t listen.

To shut me up, he wrapped his mouth around mine and forced his tongue into my mouth again. I gasped as he started playing with my tongue, and I groaned. I gasped when I felt him press up against me, and I struggled even more. I heard Jessie laugh through the kiss, and he grabbed ahold of me. I cried as he started stroking me, and he gained speed with every stroke. I pleaded with him to stop, but he just kept saying that I wanted it. I closed my eyes when I couldn’t take it anymore, and I tried to think of Cole. Jessie lowered his kisses down further to my torso, and I bit my lip. His strokes were getting faster, and I cried out. I hid my face so Jessie wouldn’t see me cry, but I could tell he could.

“Cole.” I groaned, hoping that he could hear me all the way from his office, but he couldn’t.

“You’re uncle is not going to save you now.” I heard Jessie say. “He won’t be home for a while.” He laughed again, and positioned himself at my entrance.

When I felt him, I was able to release my hands, and pushed him hard. He fell back a little, but he sprung back, and tightened his grasp on me again. I let out a loud cry as he pierced through me, hoping that the neighbors could hear me so they could call the police. Once my violator was all the way in, he began to thrust back and forth in a swift motion.

“I see you’re not a virgin,” Jessie said, noticing how stretched I was. He thrust even harder and faster in me once he noticed this, and he moved his mouth over mine again. I cried through the kiss, sniffling as Jessie fucked me senseless. “Why aren’t you giving in?“ he grunted, thrusting as hard as he could into me. I let out a loud cry of pain. I had been crying only a little, but by Jessie’s remark, I haven’t been crying enough. He began plowing into me harder, causing him to thrust deeper than anyone before him. Cole hadn’t thrust into me this deep. I was happy that I hadn’t given in yet, the reason why was because I was thinking of Cole. He was holding me together. However, the more Jessie fucked me, the harder it was to think.

I clenched my eyes shut and concentrated on my thoughts of Cole thrusting into me, but after a while, Cole began to fade and I couldn’t see him anymore. My mind was a blank, and I couldn’t think. Jessie had moved his kisses all over my body as he thrust, but now his lips were over mine again. As he plunged his tongue into me a third time, I moaned, and wrapped my arms around him.

“Now that’s it,” Jessie moaned.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I replied, screaming out of pleasure.

Jessie laughed and pulled out of me and repositioned me so I was now on all fours, and he re-entered me. I let out a low moan and arched my back. Jessie clenched onto me like he was a little child, and he let out a low groan. Just as I was beginning to feel good, he came in me. I whimpered when he pulled out, and I sat up. He had walked back over to where he left his shorts, and he quickly put them back on.

“Thanks for some fun,” he smirked, collecting his pool equipment. “We should do this again next time. See you around.” He waved to me as he left, leaving me high and dry.


“Hello, Kyle.” Cole said, opening the front door. Cole had returned home thirty minutes after Jessie left, and five minutes after I finished myself off. “How was your day?” he asked, kissing me before placing his briefcase by the front door.

“Okay.” I replied, dazed from what happened to me today. I had felt bad for what I did, and I needed to tell Cole what happened, but I didn’t know how to tell him. “Why are you back so early?” I asked. Cole had spent most of his days at the school, composing his music and teaching, so why did he arrive back so early today?

“Can’t I come home early to spend time with my favorite boy in the world?” Cole asked, kissing me again. I was confused still, and I prolonged telling Cole about how I had sex with another man. “Come on now, let’s have dinner.” And I followed him into the kitchen to help him make dinner.

(A/N: I want to take a moment and thank my beta, Lisa for all the work she has been doing proofing this story for me. THANK YOU LISA! :D)