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Chapter 4 – a past we’ll never forget

The drive to Kyle’s was silent, but it was welcome. They had nothing to say. Thoughts were drifting through their minds faster than they could speak them. Rene sat in the back, she too was silent. Holding Buttercup in her arms like a precious treasure. Veron and Rene were finally beginning to realize what they had just done. They ran away from home, and were now mere drifters, hoping that they could get far enough away from their Mom and Marek and closer to their father. Veron realized what he had just done in taking Rene with him. He put not only his own life in danger, but hers as well and it frightened him. She did not need to see the type of life he had.

He knew questions would arise once they were safe in Kyle’s house and we wondered what he would say to them. If he could tell them the truth of his life, his job. Everything was becoming more and more complicated the more he thought about it, and truthfully, it worried him. He didn’t even know how he had managed it, how he had put up with it. Let alone how to explain it without basically telling them his life story, but maybe that’s what he had to do. He had to tell them about his life story. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against the cool window. ‘It’s going to be a long, long day.’ he decided before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Kyle quickly spared a glance at Veron then into the backseat at Rene. Both were asleep and Kyle didn’t blame them. Already they’d had a rough day. Kyle moved his hand to rest on the younger mans knee, his thumb gently caressing the tight white leather. His gaze shifted when he felt someone looking at him, and smiled when Veron’s hand to rest lightly on his. “It’ll be okay. When we get home, you’ll have a couple days to just sit, and we’ll take care of it for a while.” He smiled, once more casting a quick glance at Veron.

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Veron sat quietly at the diner table. His mind however was at places other than the table. Silently he moved a piece of meat into the corn and stared at it with a dull look. He didn’t know where to go, how to get there. He momentarily thought of leaving Rene there, it would be safer, after all. And in his line of ‘work’ it would be hard to take care of a six year old girl at the same time. He smiled as he thought of lying in Kyle’s arms once again. It wouldn’t last long, and they both knew it, but it would be nice while it did.

He shivered when he felt a cold gaze slide up his body, it was the fourth or fifth time that night that Kyle’s older brother looked him up, and it was frightening. He was used to being looked at like a piece of meat, eyes filled with lust watching every movement. That was his job after all; being looked at normally had no effect. This time it did; this time he was scared. It was the same feeling he’d felt when Marek looked at him like that and it was highly unpleasant.

“So, you’re still doing your job, eh Veron?” Jerek asked after a moment. “I hear you’re pretty good. You should come down to The Four-horseman with me and a couple friends tonight, see if you can’t make a little bit of… Extra cash.”

Everyone stopped eating, even the two young girls; Rene knew they were saying something mean to her brother. So, she figured she had a right to listen. After all the annoying one sitting next to her was becoming annoying. What the hell is play-dough anyway? she asked herself Sounds like something in a bakery… filled with strange colors and trolls.

“Jerek.” Their mother scolded, “Not in front of the children. You can discuss that later. When we’re all done eating.” Nodding briskly she picked up a piece of potato and stuffed it in her mouth with very little grace, but in an instant it said ‘shut the fuck up and eat. You’re embarrassing me.’

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Supper passed quickly after that, everyone ate in a hurried way that either meant, ‘I want to get this conversation done with’ or ‘I want to go to bed’ Mostly the first however… Veron’s insides were turning, causing an amount of turmoil inside him that he wasn’t used to. The main thing, he felt emotion. He felt guilt, and worry at what Kyle would think of him if he accepted Jerek’s offer.

He stole a quick glance at a very malicious looking Kyle. It was scaring seeing that in him. He was usually very compassionate, very caring… Veron looked back at his plate, and a slow tear dripped from his eye. It was his fault that Kyle was so angry, he caused so many problems.

“Well, I think everybody’s done, eh little buddy.” Jerek stated ruffling Veron’s already mussed hair. “Shall we send the little ones to bed, then talk?” Once again more of a statement than a question.

“Yes, I suppose we should.” Their mother said briskly. “Rene does have pajamas right?” she asked a bit more kind, though almost seeming to expect that she didn’t.

Rene spoke up then, “Yes. I do. But Veron is putting me to bed.” She said rather defiantly, and very matter-of-factly. “Veron always puts me to bed! And YOU’RE NOT MY MOM!” She screamed.

“Rene, sweetie.” Veron said snaking one Mesh clad arm around his little sister’s shoulder and pulling her closer for a hug. “It’s gonna be okay. Everything will be okay. Just go upstairs, I’ll be there in a bit to tuck you in and say goodnight.” Veron promised, giving her a light kiss on the cheek before letting her go. “I know this is hard, but you have to listen to Mrs. Stamen okay.”

Rene sniffled and her little hand stayed clung through the mesh of the shirt. “I don’t want to, I want to go home.” Her tear stained eyes locked with her older brothers. “I want it to go back to how it used to be, I want us to be friends again.” She buried her face in Veron stomach and laced her other hand through his shirt. “I’m not letting go!”

Veron sighed. “You don’t have to babe. C’mon.” He said as he started walking backwards toward the stairs. “I miss it too, but right now, this is our home. You will learn to obey the rules of this house, and that means you need to go to bed now.” Veron kneeled down and pulled his shirt off. “There. Now, go to bed.”

“Can I wear it?” She asked innocently.

“Yes. Just go to bed.” Veron said quickly. The he stood up and pushed her toward the stairs. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered.

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“So.” Jerek questioned after their talk. “You’ll do it? I pay you three-hundred dollar’s, and you’ll spend the night with me?” His eyes were filled with anticipation for the coming night. He knew it was an offer Veron couldn’t refuse, and he knew it would piss off his brother more than anything.

Veron sat back, eyes closed, hands wrapped around his knees, “Yes,” He whispered, his voice filled with guilt. “I’ll do it.” He detested that thought and hated himself for allowing it, He felt guilty, because Kyle was sitting beside him, his head resting on Veron’s shoulder. A quiet reminder of why he was still living. And he wished he could get out of the hell he always seemed to place himself in.

Kyle’s hand ran quickly up and down Veron’s bare chest. “It’s getting late. Now that we’ve discussed this, can we go to bed? There really is no reason to worry about it anymore than we really have to. Is there?” Kyle was right. There was no point in over-thinking the circumstances, and everybody was tired.

“I suppose so.” Jerek said quietly. “But first, I get a kiss, I’d like to have a taste of what I’ll be sharing my bed with tomorrow.” His smirk was full of lust and selfish pride. “After all, I won’t take something that ends up being garbage.” Jerek took a step forward then another. Coming in full contact with the couch, he bent over, one hand on either side of Veron’s head, then winked and liked his lips. Veron moved forward the rest of the way, closing the gap between them, not because he wanted to, but because he wanted it to be over.

He hated to admit it, but Jerek’s mouth, was soft, and warm… He almost wanted it. But the kiss was broken as both pulled back and looked at each other. “I think I’ll want you more than once. I hope you can handle it.” He said, pulling rather roughly on Veron’s left nipple ring. “Have a good sleep, little boy. Dream of me.”

As soon as Jerek was out of sight, Kyle stood up, pulling Veron with him, and grabbing him in a demanding passionate kiss. Full of heat and fire, a passion and lust he’d never known. Lips bruising with the force as their kiss deepened, tongues battling for dominance as hands roamed over each others bodies; spreading the fire wherever they touched. They pulled back only for air, and Veron took advantage of that quickly divesting the older boy of his Pantera shirt and throwing if on the floor.

His nimble fingers ran defiantly across his warm chest, stopping to play with the dark buds. Licking then biteing them into hardness. Reveling in the sounds of his lovers moans and quiet cries of pleasure filled pain. He moved his fingers deftly over Kyle’s toned stomach and chest, marveling in his beauty, kissing wherever his fingers touched. “Kyle, please. I need you so badly tonight.” He whispered between kisses and love bites.

“Lie down.” Kyle whispered, pushing on Veron’s shoulders until he was sitting on the couch. “You’ll have me, you just need to wait. It’s my turn to play.” He replied devilishly, causing Veron to moan in anticipation with an eagerness he didn’t know could exist. It had never been like this before. Before it was slow, and careful. Not like this, not with this much intensity it was almost frightening, but he didn’t have time to think as Kyle’s warm mouth closed over an already overly sensitive nub, pulling quickly on the nipple ring. Veron was powerless to stop the frenzied and overwhelming emotions that seemed to attack him now that he was vulnerable. He cried out as teeth latched onto his nipple and pulled. Forcing his back to arch at an angle that shouldn’t be possible, his hands digging into Kyle’s back, clawing until blood and sweat made it too hard to grasp the tightly muscled body. His tormentor continued despite what Veron did to try to make him focus on the one thing that was really bothering him, the one thing that really needed attention.

“God’s, Kyle!” Veron whispered as he continued to torment him, his neck, ears, and nipples, not withstanding the pain and pleasure brought on by small bites and licks. “Please, I need you. Now!” Veron growled. Tugging his lovers head back and looking him in the eye. “Now!” He whispered forcefully.

Kyle readily nodded and moved lower, kissing his way to the waist band of Veron’s pants, teasing him with his lips and tongue before slowly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. His erection evident under the thin material of his leather pants. Kyle smiled, and kissed the skin. One thing he loved about Veron, he never wore underwear. “Stand up.” He said, grabbing the younger man by the waist and holding him steady until he gained his balance. With precise quick movements he pulled Veron’s pants down to his knees, smiling as he once again forced him to sit on the couch, then removed the pants fully.

With a false skillfulness he bent down to take his lover into his mouth, humming in the back of his throat in a way that sent visible shivers though Veron’s body. He moaned and thrust upward into the heat of his companion’s mouth; begging silently for release.

Kyle pushed Veron back down and removed his mouth from the engorged member, and licked the underside, where the vein was. Veron’s moans and silent pleading increased with each stroke. Kyle enveloped him again, swirling his tongue around the head than dipping into the slit, licking the pre-come from it. One hand reached down to remove his own pants as he continued his ministrations. He wrapped his hand around his own erection and pumped it in time with the pleasure he was giving his lover.

He only barely felt the pain that swam over his back and shoulders as long nails continued to dig and scratch at him he hardy hearing his lovers muffled cries as he moaned, sending waves of pleasure through Veron’s body and his own. He could feel Veron’s cock beginning to throb, and knew he would come soon, so he sucked harder, swirling his tongue, and dipping it into the slit, then deep throating him.

Veron came quickly, waves of pleasure washing over his body as Kyle continued to suck on him, refusing to let any of the sweet nectar fall. Kyle came soon after, then collapsed onto Veron’s lap.

After a few moments of harsh breathing and panting. Kyle moved to sit on the couch beside Veron. “I missed you.” He whispered, kissing his ear and pulling him into a tight hug as the fell into a lying position on the couch.

“I missed you too, Kyle. So much. I missed you so much.”

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Oct 14, 2005

Yesterday was amazing. Everyone welcomed us with open arms, some a little two open for my liking however. Kyle’s older brother was hitting on me the entire night. Even willing to pay money for ‘my services’. It’s no secret what I did at night. Why I went to the clubs to dance. They knew it. Kyle never really minded much aside from the few times that I’ve gotten hurt. Beaten up by johns who didn’t want to pay me. I’ve been getting tired of it. The thing that bothers me most though is that I told him I would do it. He promised me $300 just for my body, for one night. And I... was more than willing. It makes me feel guilty. True that me and Kyle are not dating, but still. I’m going to be having sex with his brother in his house. It makes me feel dirty.

It didn’t happen last night. For that I am glad. Last night I got to lie in the arms of Kyle. I missed him so much. I think I’ve cried more from missing him than I ever have of missing dad. I know that sounds mean, but Kyle is this amazing mix or temperament and comfort. He’s warmth and security. I know it’s not love. We both do. But it’s nice to have a friend. One that’s willing to make love to me at night. Willing to hold and kiss me and tell me that it is going to be okay.

I love Kyle for that. Last night .. Gods, how do I explain last night? It was heat and passion, and I loved it. He’s so.. Talented, and yet, I can’t help but hope I’m the only one he’s done that with. I know I can’t be. It was too amazing… But I can have my childish dreams sometimes, cant I?