Bound

Chapter 1

Brian

I'm awake.

I don't want to be awake. I can tell it's far too early to be awake because, well, I'm awake.

I realize that I'm hot, sweaty, and weighted down. I open my eyes and they're assaulted by blonde hair. Ow. I bring my hand up and push the hair out of my eyes.

Memories of the previous day break their way through the sleepy haze addling my brain. A Cheshire grin spreads across my lips and I hold Justin's body tighter. He's lying fully on top of me and all I can see when I look down is his hair. I kiss the top of his head and slide my hands up the back of his shirt.

This is the first full day of our relationship. The start of a new era.

Brian and Justin: The Beginning.

I chuckle inwardly and close my eyes again, drifting off to sleep with my boyfriend in my arms.

Justin

"Up and at 'em!"

Huh?

"Rise and shine!"

What?

"BRIAN!"

Ah!

Ok, we're on the floor. Again.

"Shut up, dad." I hear Brian's voice in my ear and Jack's laughter near the doorway. "It isn't funny."

"You rolled right off the bed!" I look up and see Jack laughing heartily. My vision is all blurry.

Wait a second. We slept here?

Brian gets off of me and stands up. His clothes are all rumpled and his hair is sticking out every which way. He looks simply…adorable.

"What do you need, dad?" He asks.

"Your mother made breakfast. She sent me up here to get you boys. She didn't want to take the chance of…interrupting something and seeing certain parts of your anatomy that she hasn't seen since you started taking baths on your own." Brian chuckles and runs his fingers through his messy hair. "I decided to bite the bullet and come up here myself. I told her that you were teenage boys, and you wouldn't be awake before noon anyway. I was right. She owes me a dollar."

"You bet on whether or not Justin and I were fucking?" Brian asks as if it were a perfectly normal question for a teenage gay boy to ask his father.

I think I may die.

"No," Jack laughs. "We bet on whether or not you'd be awake. But, now that I think about it, for you boys being awake and fucking probably come hand in hand, so to speak."

I pull the covers up over my head to hide my blushing. Brian and his dad are so insane. It's awesome.

I feel Brian jump on top of me and tickle the living shit out of me through the blankets. I laugh out loud and then he stops. He pulls me on his lap and unwraps the blankets from my face like I was a precious package. I look up at him, love shining in my eyes.

"You haven't kissed me in like eight hours," I tell him. "I'm having withdrawals."

"I know. I'm like a junkie looking for a fix."

We laugh. We smile.

We kiss, and it's amazing.

"We'll be down in a minute, dad."

Oh shit. I forgot he was there.

"Take your time boys."

I love this place.

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"Where's your purse?" Jack asked his wife as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Why?" She replied, turning away from the stove.

"Our son is in dire need of a prophylactic again, and I know you have one in there from 1982."

"Very funny."

"I won the bet. They were still sleeping. With all their clothes on, even." Jack smiled smugly and Joan snapped her fingers.

"Well damn." She walked over to her purse and pulled out a dollar bill. She stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans and gave him a quick kiss. "Our boy is in love."

"I know," Jack replied, slipping his hands onto his wife's hips. "You can tell just by looking at them. The looks they give each other remind me of another young couple in love."

Jack winked and Joan blushed. They shared a loving kiss in the middle of the kitchen.

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I stand up and stretch.

All of a sudden, I am all too aware of the intense burning pain in my ass.

Ow. So not cool.

I watch Brian undress and I glare at his massive dick. Stupid penis.

He pulls on a pair of jeans, sans underwear, and a white tee shirt. He would look really hot if I wasn't so mad at his dick.

"Come on." Brian walks past me, swiftly, gracefully, not at all bowlegged.

I hobble along behind him, wincing every few steps. He seems surprised when he reaches back, presumably for my hand, and turns around to see me way behind him.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" He asked, his voice full of concern. He should know what's wrong.

"I'll have you know that you are never fucking me again."

Haha. It looks like someone just killed his puppy.

"What? Why not?"

"My ass is so sore." His eyes soften and the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile.

"Well, I believe that's to be expected, since yesterday I fucked your virgin ass from here to eternity and back."

"Never again, if this is what I have to expect." Who am I kidding? I'm sure I'll be spreading my legs for him within the hour.

"Aw. It gets better. You'll learn to love the ache in your ass." He's standing in front of me now, sliding his hands into the back of my pants. He rubs my ass and whispers into my ear. "Doesn't it feel like I'm still inside of you?"

"Uh huh," I manage as he licks and nibbles on my earlobe. "So when do I get to make your ass ache?"

He takes a step back and smirks at me. I lean forward and kiss his chin.

"Someone's eager." He kisses me so hard that I forget he never answered my question. "Come on. My mom makes killer pancakes." He grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs.

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Breakfast with the Kinneys was an interesting experience to say the least. The pancakes were awesome, but Brian asking if they had a butt donut to soothe my aching ass was not so cool.

As we walk down Brian's driveway on the way back to my house, I squeeze his hand tightly. That's what a family is supposed to be like. Mine is nothing like that.

"I wish I had your family," I say absently as we turn into my yard.

"Well, my parents are looking to adopt." He smirks and I roll my eyes and slap his arm. He leans forward and rests his forehead against my temple. "Besides, you're a part of my family now."

My smile triples in size.

We walk into my house and sit down on the living room couch. His arm goes around my shoulders and I instinctively lean in and place my head on his shoulder. The act is so natural and smooth that I feel like we've been doing it for years.

He looks over at our movies, lined up neatly on either side of the television. He gets up and walks over to them. He pulls out a purple case and holds it up.

"The Breakfast Club? Seriously?"

"What? It's a classic."

"I like it, too. Just don't tell anyone."

"Promise." He smiles and pops the movie in. He joins me on the couch and we begin to watch it.

"Well, I'm bored," Brian announces fifteen minutes into the movie. I laugh and kiss his cheek.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, entwining our fingers together. He looks at me and smiles.

"Want to make out like the horny, sex crazed teenagers that we are?"

"Kay!"

We spend all afternoon doing just that.

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