The Gus Diaries

Part 80

Marci Visits II
 

I can’t believe Britin is still standing despite the way the rest of the weekend turned out.

Marci and I had finally come to some sort of understanding, or maybe a better phrase would be peace treaty, just as we heard a knock on the door, alerting us that Jeff was here.

“Look, Marci, just wait here a minute. I’m going to get Jeff and tell him what happened.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Marci started curling her hair around her index finger. It was strange seeing her nervous. “Maybe we can just keep my stupid indiscretion between us.”

“Sorry, Marci, I don’t keep anything from Jeff. I tried that once and it got me into a shit-load of trouble.”

I left the room and jogged down the hallway when I heard the knocking get louder. As soon as I opened the door, Jeff plowed through and pushed me back.

At first I had no idea what the fuck was going on until I looked past him and saw Steve marching in right behind him.

“Look who followed me here.” Jeff looked directly at me while gesturing in Steve’s direction. “I had no idea or I would have called to let you know what was going on.” Then he turned to Steve but was clearly still talking to me. “I’ve never been stalked by a crazed boyfriend on a fucking mission, so I didn’t think to check in my rearview mirror to see if anyone was consistently behind me when I was driving.”

“Hey, are you referring to me?” He stood as tall as Jeff, only with much broader shoulders. “I have every right to be here, because if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to protect my claim.” Steve’s voice bellowed in the front hallway of Britin. “I may not be the smartest guy in the class...”

“That’s for sure,” Jeff mumbled under his breath.

“What did you say, big smart-ass super-jock?”

“Nothing.” Jeff lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “But can you quiet down, you’re not on a football field.” His impatience and irritation were obvious.

“As I was saying, I can tell when my girl has roaming eyes.”

“Now there’s an image.” Jeff snorted and I poked him in the ribs.

Steve ignored him and continued his tirade. “All she talked about all fucking week was going to Britin and working with the best writer in her class. We barely even got to make out this week. She was so damn busy preparing. How the fuck do you prepare to write a paper? Just put paper and a pen in a backpack and you’re ready.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Let me guess, you’re not getting an A in English.”

Steve looked at me confused, “I’m not getting an A in anything -- what the fuck does that have to do with it? I put in fucking long hours on the field -- that’s where I’m getting my good grades, and if I don’t screw up, I’ll get a scholarship out of it.”

Jeff was trying hard not to laugh and barely succeeding, while I just rolled my eyes. Before I had a chance to calm the asshole in my front hallway, I heard footsteps coming from two directions. “Shit!”

First, Marci walked quickly in our direction. “Steve, what are you doing here?” She tried to keep her voice even, but I could tell she was as shocked as the rest of us.

“I came to make sure you were just studying and doing that damn project like you said.”

“Isn’t that what I told you I’d be doing? Why didn’t you just call me?” For a pint-sized person she seemed pretty powerful. “And who are you to come checking up on me anyway?” She stamped her foot to add strength to her question.

The additional footsteps quieted, and I turned slowly to see Dad and Pop sitting about halfway down the stairway... smiling. “Sunshine, you didn’t tell me we were having live entertainment. I would have made popcorn.”

Pop snickered, “I think it’s some sort of teen soap opera gone very wrong.”

“I see what you mean -- two gay characters... and they’re actually touching each other before our eyes.”

I probably would have thought all this was funny if I wasn’t so irritated by Steve’s presence. “Could you two please go back upstairs? I’ll handle this.”

“Sonny Boy, call me overprotective, but I like your face, it looks a lot like mine and I’d like to keep it that way.” Dad smirked and Pop smacked him playfully on the arm.

“Fine, but try and let me handle it.” Dad nodded, adding nothing more. “Marci, please speak with your boyfriend so he can leave, and we can all head up to bed.”

“Bed!”

I glared at Steve. “In separate rooms, you asshole!”

“Look, Steve, we were just finishing for the night so why don’t you...”

“Come on, Marci, let’s go out. I’ll bring you home and then bring you back here tomorrow, first thing in the morning.” I could see that Steve really didn’t trust me, which was pretty fucking amusing since it was Marci who kissed me.

“Steve, you’re being ridiculous and totally Neanderthal.”

“That’s telling him, Marci,” Jeff piped in and I glared at him.

Steve seemed pretty desperate, and it made me wonder just how weird Marci had been behaving all week. “I’m not some damn ape -- and I do know what the word means so don’t start, jock.”

“The name’s Jeff and don’t forget it.” Jeff started approaching Steve and I stepped between them.

“Jeff, back off. You don’t know what you’re saying.” And then my big mouth got away from me. “He may have a point. She kissed me -- and I don’t mean on the fucking cheek -- and shoved her tongue so far down my throat she could taste my dinner.”

Everyone, including my dads, yelled, “What!?”

I stood there staring at Marci, “Fuck, it just popped out.” I felt my face turning bright red.

“Just popped out! Gus, how could you do that?” Marci looked at the entire group. She definitely had their undivided attention.

Steve came over to me, “I should beat the crap out of you.” Now it was Jeff’s turn to get between us. He was clearly pissed off.

Dad immediately stood up. “Hey, ape boy, touch one hair on my kid’s head and I’ll have to...”

“Brian, shut up.” Pop stood up. Despite the fact that he was far shorter than Jeff, Steve or me, we all froze when he stood between us. “You,” he pointed at Jeff. “Go wait upstairs and cool off in the shower. You smell like the diner and that’s not a compliment.”

“But, Jus...”

“I said go and I mean go.” Jeff had no intention of mixing it up with Pop, and he grabbed his backpack and stomped up the stairs. That’s one fire I’d have to put out later. I hoped the shower would help take the edge off.

Then Pop looked at me. “You, go sit next to your father and do not take any relationship advice from him at the moment.” He glared at me and then at Dad.

Dad smirked and moved over on his step, patting the space next to him. “Plenty of room, Sonny Boy. Have a seat. I’m leaving this one to Justin.”

“Now, you.” Pop pointed to Marci. “If you have problems with your boyfriend, don’t add to them by cheating on him, even if it is with someone you know deep down is wrong for you. Your actions tonight could have hurt Gus, Jeff, Steve and yourself. I doubt that was your goal, now was it?”

I nearly gasped when I saw a tear run down Marci’s face. She shook her head. “I just, I wanted to...” she pointed at Steve, “I like him so much and he treats me like property. I don’t care whether he’s as cognitively capable as I am.”

Dad and I had to control and swallow our laughter when we saw the confused look on Steve’s face. That guy really was a stereotypical football player, but for some insane reason, Marci seemed to genuinely like him.

She sniffed a few times and continued, “I just wanted to make him jealous and to know that he’s not some exclusive owner who can tell me what to do and who to see. I want, I want, I want him to...”

Pop softly added, “To respect you and give you the attention you deserve, even when he’s with his football buddies.”

Marci nodded her head, wiped away a tear and looked at Pop. “How did you know?”

“Let’s just say some stories can be reinterpreted and revisited in every generation.”

I noted Dad was no longer smirking. He was looking into Pop’s eyes and the two had one of those unspoken conversations.

“Marci, are you really attracted to Gus or was he a really great guy who was there at the right time and who you figured you could trust because he was so different from Steve?”

Marci had regained control and the tears stopped. She turned to me. “Sorry to create this stupid mess, Gus. I know you love Jeff. You’re really lucky.”

I spoke softly to help reduce the intensity of the situation. “I know. I’m going to head upstairs in a couple of minutes and make sure Jeff can see how much I appreciate him.”

Pop’s eyes opened wide and Dad jabbed me in the ribs. “Try to contain your instinct to talk too much. You definitely got that from Justin.”

“Hey!”

“Now, now, Sunshine, I’m just trying to give our son some sound advice before he opens his mouth when there’s no one around to protect him from himself.”

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the group at the bottom of the stairs.

Steve moved closer to Marci and took her hand. “I don’t have too many words to say how I feel, but you should know I care a lot about you -- look what an ass I made of myself tonight. That should tell you something.”

Marci gave Steve a hug and leaned her head against his chest. “Not too big an ass. Just give me some space to be more than only Steve’s girlfriend.”

Steve whispered, “Okay.” Then he looked up at me. “You’re lucky this worked out alright. I was even thinking of challenging you to some kind of sports challenge to show Marci just who was more of a man.” Everyone stared at him. “I know -- that would have made me really look like a big ape. Truth is, I didn’t know what the fuck we could do that would put us on an even playing field, with you on the basketball team and me on the football team.”

“We could have played ice hockey, one-on-one.”

“That would have worked, but I’m pretty good at that. I played a few times on a local league, you probably would have been wiped out in minutes.”

I nodded and said nothing.

Marci chimed in. “I’m glad that’s not going to happen.” She looked up at Steve. “I won’t play anymore games if you’ll start showing me some respect.”

“You got it, babe.” He picked her up and laid a really hot kiss on her lips.

“Sunshine, can we please remove the hetero portion of the evening from our home?” Dad was really playing with us all now, but it helped lighten the moment.

Marci and Steve laughed. “Now, you go home and I’ll keep my hands and lips to myself until I see you Sunday night.”

Steve ran his fingers through her long dark hair. “Promise?”

“I promise.” They gave each other a quick kiss and Steve finally left.

Marci turned to Pop and hugged him. He seemed a bit taken aback but he smiled. His smile broadened when she kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much. I could never really figure out how to tell him what I was feeling.”

Dad called out, “Better be careful, Justin, Steve may come after you next.”

“Ha,” he deadpanned in return.

Marci started running up the stairs, scooting between us. “Thanks to all of you. Goodnight.”

“Night, Marci, see you in the morning.”

“Night, Gus, you really are a great guy. I hope we’ll hang out a lot more after this weekend. I’ll just bet you’ll be a great friend to talk to -- most of my girlfriends can’t keep a secret or only want to talk about hair and make-up.” She turned and practically skipped the rest of the way to her room.

Pop joined us and sat on the step below.

I looked from Dad to Pop. “Thanks, this could have been a lot more fucked up without you.”

“Our pleasure, Gus. The last thing either of us wants is for anyone to get hurt over a foolish misunderstanding.”

“We’re not into cleaning bloodshed off the fine hardwood floors.” Dad snorted; Pop and I chuckled. “Speaking of bloodshed, don’t you think ice hockey might have been a bit rough if that kid’s had some experience?”

I smirked and leaned in to make sure Marci couldn’t hear us. “Dad, Pop, remember where I was raised. I learned to use a hockey stick before I could hold a basketball.” I got up to start heading upstairs to see Jeff.

“Now that’s our brilliant offspring.” Dad’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. He looked directly at me. “Oh, and Gus, congratulations.”

I looked at him, confused. “For what?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you now have your first official fag-hag who’s not a member of your family.” I laughed and yet was a bit intrigued by the thought.

Pop just smiled. “Come on, old man, it’s time for us to head upstairs, too.”

“Old man, who the fuck are you calling old man? I’ll show you -- I have the energy to go all night if I have to.”

When I heard Pop say, “Prove it,” as the two ran to their bedroom, I gagged.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

Jeff was waiting on the bed. His hair was wet from his shower and he lay there naked before me, smiling as I closed and locked the door.

I stripped off my clothing in record time and crawled up to the top of the bed to join him, kissing my way from the top of his foot to his lips.

We started to kiss slowly and passionately, but our desire took over. I could feel my lips swelling as the heat of our kisses increased, his tongue pressing into my mouth and fighting for dominance.

He pulled away and looked at me, his feral eyes matching mine. “So, how was that compared to Marci’s kiss?”

“Marci who?”

After that, our bodies became one as we continued to kiss hungrily. When Jeff pressed into me, somehow never separating our lips for more than a moment, I heard his message loud and clear.

I cried out his name as I climaxed. His sheathed cock ramming into me, hitting that special spot within over and over. The intensity more than I was prepared for.

He followed almost immediately moaning out the word, “Mine.”

I gripped him tightly, “Yours.”

After he pulled off the condom, we fell asleep holding one another tighter than usual. We belonged to each other and no one was going to fuck that up -- not even my new fag-hag.
 

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