Truth Behind the Lies

Review Responses
bambi4real: Payback IS a bitch. A big bitch!
Anon: Haha, absolutely.
b: Well good, I'm glad you love it.
Anon: I totally agree. You see just how much of a whore Dennis is in this chapter.
Civako: Thank you very much. Things are getting better for Shay and Randy, but near the end of this chapter, you'll see a problem and a "could be" problem erect itself.
womo: Yes, definitely a 'what goes around, comes around' scenario.
MikiyuSado: Yeah, Richie is in quite a pickle with his children. More will come of that later.
Sasurto: Thank you for reviewing. Don't know yet if I'll give Richie and James a happy ending or not.
Kitsuneluvr: I agree, good mpreg is hard to find at times, so I'm glad you like mine. It's my first real go at it and I'm trying not to make it suck. Haha, yes 'poor everybody'. Doesnt seem like there's enough shoulders in the world for all these characters to lean on.
Bookworm51485: Couldn't have been said better. Reality is gonna rear it's head to Larry and he's gonna see what he had. Na, I was just picking with you about your ideas.....although at the end of this chapter, you might go, "Oh shit." As for the last paragraph of your review about Shay and Richie, I'd swear, it's as if you can see my thoughts or something.....you'll see what I'm talking about partially at the end of this chapter and more so in the next.
sinheart: No, no. I'd never stop writing, that WOULD be cruel.
Kyo-nezumi: Haha, do I see hope for LarBry? I don't know quite yet honestly.....possibly.
coyo: WHAT??!! Please tell me you are joking. I'm black too and I couldn't imgaine something so.....I don't know. My God, that is terrible! I am so sorry that happened to you. And it's a real shame that it did, cause it just shows us how much more time we still have to go in this world before people are treated as equals. I hope they catch the bastards. Why should you feel stupid and useless and worthless? Those USELESS people who did such a STUPID thing to another person to 'perk up' their WORTHLESS lives, are the only ones who should feel that way. I don't know you personally, but your enthusiastic reviews always bring a smile to my face, so keep that in mind next time you THINK you're worthless......See, NOW I'm pissed.

Kitsuneluvr brought up something I was wondering myself. Would you all like to see a sequel after this, focused on Jack and the other children? Yes or no. ALSO, I'd like a little input on the twins. Any thoughts on baby names for a girl and a boy? Mind you, please don't send names like Bob and Lucy or etc. They are nice names don't get me wrong, but a bit plain for what I'm looking for here.


Chapter Eighteen



Very late Friday night

“Oh….oh….yes, Randy.” Shay tried to whisper as he and Randy made love. Randy had been the initiator that night, climbing in naked for bed after he took his shower. He awoke Shay with his light touches and soft kisses to his neck, which led the blonde to his knees, holding the brunette’s legs over his shoulders. But soon, that position began to pain Shay in his back with the growing dual weight of the babies, so Randy spooned him from behind and Shay found that position much easier on his body. "Harder....do it harder."

Randy wrapped his strong arms around Shay’s lean torso, right above his faintly protruding belly, and rocked his hips powerfully into his lover, causing him to moan uncontrollably. Shay leaned back into him, closing his eyes, and biting his lip as wave after wave of erotic pleasure seethed through him. His body felt hot and his skin began to tremble and Randy knew his younger lover was verging climax, so he lowered one hand, wrapping it tightly around the base of Shay’s erection…….then slowed his penetrations. What were once short and fast thrusts, became long and oh so slow. It drove Shay crazy.

“Randy……oh God…..Randy please.” he pleaded writhing around, but the blonde didn’t listen. There isn’t but a few more times we can do this together before you get turned off from sex with the pregnancy and all. So with what times we have left, we gotta make them last. He was pretty sure Shay’s trembles were over and the desire to orgasm had passed, but he wanted to be sure so he kept his hand held around his cock, slowly moving it up and down, grazing his thumb over the tip on occasion. Bending his outer leg with his foot flat on the mattress to aid him in his slow torture, Randy tried to prolong the end as hard as he could. But the muffled moans Shay was making into the pillow, the way he was reaching behind and grabbing the blonde’s ass, and the way his internal muscles were massaging his organ, sent him over the edge.

Randy regained his speed, much to Shay’s satisfaction, and fucked the brunette with such passion and vigor, that his lover’s words of pleasure came out incoherent; one or two words mixed with pants, groans, and gasps. Shay came first, his body stiffening, and milked Randy into his as well.

***

Saturday morning


Bryant was seated in the family room, sipping coffee and watching……..hell, he didn’t know what the cartoon was. To him, it looked like a bunch of talking animals doing really stupid stuff. But Jack, who was sitting right under his arm, was enjoying it to no end, so he endured.

Bryant was a very early Early Bird and had fixed himself a cup of coffee to sit in front of the tv with. He’d grabbed the remote and turned it to one of those weekend edition morning shows. When the show went to commercial was when he heard Shay and Jack coming downstairs. Jack found his grandmother flipping through channels and climbed on the couch next to him. But when he passed by this particular cartoon, Jack pointed to the tv and called out, “Back.”

“For what?”

He pointed again. “Back G’ma.”

“Ok, ok.” Bryant turned it back to the cartoons and that was what they watched for the next 45 minutes. How long can one cartoon be?!

***

Randy found Shay in the kitchen grabbing eggs from the refrigerator and a pan, placing it on the stove. He made to fix Jack a breakfast of eggs and buttered toast then decided to fix himself some as well……except his would be covered in ketchup. Since being pregnant, Shay had the oddest craving to put ketchup on everything—what made it even more odd, was that he actually hated ketchup. Bryant and Randy watched him eat it over his baked chicken and gravy the other night and they nearly gagged.

“Good morning.” Randy said chipper as he practically bounced into the kitchen in his old, ragged, baggy jeans and t-shirt, and wrapped his arms around his lover from the back.

Shay momentarily closed his eyes when he felt the blonde’s soft lips kiss his neck. “G’mornin’ to you too. You’re up awfully early. Normally you like to sleep in late on the weekends.”

“Well, our little one-on-one last night energized me a bit.” Randy bit his earlobe. “I woke up this morning with a sudden urge to do a little gardening. I figured I’d start to work on it now while it’s still early and cool before this afternoon when it gets really hot.”

Shay cracked eggs into a bowl. “That sounds nice.”

“You could join me, you know.”

“I could, couldn’t I?” Shay smiled, hinting at his own lack of interest.

Randy chuckled. “Come on, baby—it could be fun. Digging into the earth, getting your hands dirty planting beautiful plants and flowers into the ground, all the while taking in the fresh morning air…”

“Ehhh….”

“Shaaaaaayyy.” Randy nearly whined.

“Okay, okay. I’ll help you.”

The blonde smiled. “Great. I’m gonna go to the nursery then and get some plants and I’ll be back.”

“Okay then.”

With a kiss, Randy let go of Shay and started for the door but stopped when his lover called him. “Randy? You’re leavin’ now? You don’t want any breakfast?”

“Na. Not in the mood for watching you eat ketchup in your eggs.” Shay gasped and he winked. “I’ll grab something on my way.” He left.

“Whatever.” Shay finally finished breakfast and yelled for his son. “Jack, come on and get breakfast, love!” As he heard swift little feet run towards the kitchen, Shay grabbed the fixed platter of food and a bottle of ketchup, heading for the table.

***

Same time, different place


So he’s not there. Then that’s a good thing, right? Bryant’s gotten better and Larry took him home. Yeah, that’s it. I mean, why else would he not be at the hospital? Buggy thought as he drove his truck over to the Gibson home. Pulling into the gravel driveway, he spotted Larry’s beige truck, but had no clue who’s black mustang that was parked next to it. Who the hell could be visitin’ this early in the mornin’?

Buggy shut off the ignition and walked to the front door. He was about to knock when he heard, “Baby, you might want to loan me the money now—I’m about to leave for town once I get dressed.” Baby? That voice sounds kinda familiar. Buggy knocked.

“Larry, get that would you? I’m not dressed.”

As if on cue, sturdy footsteps approached the door and opened it. Larry frowned once he realized who it was. “Buggy.” He said flatly.

“Larry. Where’s Bry?”

“Not here.” The leaner brunette answered quickly, before he tried to shut the door in his face. But Buggy was faster, placing his booted foot out and his hand, halting the door.

“Then where the hell is he? He’s not at the hospital?”

“He’s not, huh? Well, that’s where I left him.”

What a son of a bitch. “Where’s Shay? He here?”

“No. He’s gone. Been gone for months.”

Buggy frowned, confused. “What?”

“You stay away too long, Buggy, you miss out on so much information. Word has it, your ‘so misunderstood’ little cousin has gotten himself knocked up again by that blonde doctor he’s been hangin’ out with.”

“He’s livin’ with the doctor?”

“Probably.”

“Larry-love, who’s at the door?” Dennis asked as he came up from behind his lover and hugged him.

Once getting a good look at who that voice belonged to, Buggy smirked. “Dennis?”

The red-head stared at the older man directly. “Yes.”

“Dennis Harper?”

“Yeah. Who wants to know?”

Time to piss off Larry. “My God, it’s been a little while, huh? Don’t tell me you don’t remember me?”

Larry looked sideways at his lover. “You know him?”

Dennis shook his head. “No, I don’t.”

“Come on, Dennis, you remember me. We’ve been off and on for years now. We met 15 or so years ago in the strip club you worked at, The Rocking Horse. You gave me a private lap dance in the back then you rode me as hard as a thoroughbred stallion at the Kentucky Derby.” The tall and brawny truck driver smiled.

“You asshole! That’s a lie!”

“Oh no it’s not. I could never forget that fiery red hair and those long legs. But if you don’t remember that, then you might recall ridin’ with me last year when I was en route to Michigan. You pleaded to go with me.”

Larry pushed away from Dennis. “You what?”

“You’d better watch this one though, Larry. He’ll give you the best night of your life…….while pickin’ your wallet clean all at the same time.”

“Get the hell out of here.” Dennis hissed. Nodding, Buggy walked back to his truck.

***

Same time, different place

“What to get?” Randy looked at the large variety of flowers in the nursery. It was overwhelming how many flowers there were.

“Didn’t take you for a flower man.”

Randy heard the voice and looked to see James two aisles over. In his hands were a big bouquet of rare purple roses, wrapped together in printed tissue paper and a small card was stuck between them. Randy need not guess who the flowers were for.

“Yeah, well there’s lots of things we don’t know about each other.” Randy responded.

James nodded. “True. Perhaps we could take the time out and try to learn more about each other. After all, we are still cousins, Rand.”

“Are we?’

“Come on—“

“No, you come on!” Randy found himself raising his voice in the nursery, so he toned it down. “You treated the person I love like shit and even had the nerve to bad mouth him in my presence. You expect me to just forget all that and be buddies with you again? What kind of fool do you make me out to be, James?”

“Look at us, Randy. Shay has brought a wedge between us, man. We were so close. We were more than cousins, we were best friends. Now we’ve gone over four months without speakin’ to each other.””

“And who’s fault is that? I’m upset that I find out you were the asshole who left Shay and Jack in the dust, but what I’m really pissed about is that after all this time, your thought about this situation still has not changed. You know the truth, James. You know you had something to do with bringing Jack into this world, but you still won’t own up to it. You refuse to accept responsibility. And as a man in general, I expected better from you.”

A young woman dressed in a green polo shirt with the nursery name stitched on it, came over to where Randy was. “Mr. Dodson, I found the sunflowers and white orchids you were lookin’ for.”

“Great, thank you.” The blonde glanced over to his fellow blonde cousin. He gestured with his eyes, the bouquet still in his hands. “Goodluck with those.”

James watched Randy as he followed the young woman away. Perhaps he’s right…..maybe I should accept responsibility…….Take my place in Jack’s life…….as his father. Shay won’t like that, but who said I was doin’ this for him. After all, he’s ruined my life and the best way to “pay him back” for it, is to hit him where it hurts. I’ll make Jack like me. No, even better…..I’ll make the kid love me.

***

Early afternoon

“Baby?” Jack asked, as he sat indian-style next to Shay in the family room, his tiny little finger was pointing at Shay’s belly.

“Yeah. It’s two babies. Your brother and sister are in there.”

Jack’s face scrunched up, not totally believing that. “In d’ere?”

Shay chuckled. “Yep.”

“I see?”

“Well, you can’t look at them now, but you can feel them a little bit. You wanna feel?” His son nodded and he grabbed his small hand, spreading the palm open, then pressed it up against the side part of his stomach—the babies seemed to be really active on that side.

Shay watched Jack’s face as it went from blank to total surprise. “Ah!” He squealed.”

The brunette laughed. “You feel them?” he nodded.

“Can I ki baby?”

“Yes, you can kiss the babies.” Jack leaned over and kissed twice the area where his hand had once been. “Does Mama get a kiss too?” Smiling, Jack nodded, standing on his feet on the couch to wrap his arms around Shay’s neck and kiss him so high on his cheek he nearly kissed his eyelid. The tike had poor aim, but Shay loved every kiss his son gave him. “Thank you. Now it’s my turn!” He quickly brought Jack down on his back, lifted his shirt, and made farting noises on his belly.

“AAAAAHH HAHAHA!!” Jack squealed and laughed so hard, he was gasping for air.

*ding dong!*

“Comin’!” Shay left his son catching his breath on the couch and walked to the door. He blinked when he saw who it was.

“You must be Shay Gibson. I’m Richie McDonald.”



More to come.

Don't forget to let me know what you think the babies names should be and if you would like a sequel about Jack and the other children.