Michael burst out laughing, “What?”
“I thought exactly the same thing the first time I laid eyes
on him. The funny thing is we were actual y watching Buffy
at the time. Would you believe he even has a long black
leather coat?” Michael smiled wistful y. “Actual y the
watching Buffy part came later.”
As he was chatting with his parents, Gypsy yel ed for
Michael to hurry the hel up. Michael rol ed his eyes toward
his mum because he knew the tone in his sister’s voice
wel . He knew he had no one but himself to blame; he would
have a lot of making up to do before his sister would
completely forgive him for leaving, and then she would
make him work hard for it. Gypsy had always thought she
owned Michael… and for a while there she had.
Realistical y, she probably stil did and always would. As
much as he complained about it, deep down he knew that
he would always need her.
“Do you have to leave straight away, or can you stay for
a while?” His dad asked. “I don’t think you are getting away
from Gypsy quickly tonight. She real y has missed you a
lot.”
“We can stay for a while.” His father’s words made
Michael feel guilty as al hel . Michael stood up from the
table. “You want I should do the dishes, Mum?” He said as
he kissed her cheek.
“Dad and I wil do them,” his mum said, as Gypsy
complained yet again from down the hal about how he was
taking too long. “By the sounds coming from your sister, you
better go and rescue your Chris.”
Feeling wildly happy Michael walked to his old room.
Christian and Gypsy were already lying on the bed,
scrol ing through the song choices on the Make Me a
Singing Star DVD. Michael just knew Gypsy was going to
force them to play. Rol ing his eyes at his sister, he walked
toward the bed.
“Come here, Mikey.” Gypsy patted the bed beside her,
and then snuggled in close to him as he lay down. “I’ve
missed this. Snuggling this way. It kind of reminds me of
being up at Grandad’s farm when we were little.” Gypsy
pressed her nose into Michael’s neck and inhaled deeply.
“You smel different. It’s kinda nice.”
Turning to Christian, Michael mouthed “Sorry” over her
head.
Relaxing back against the pil ows Christian just smirked
in response. He was curious to how Michael had smelt
before and what made Gypsy notice. Or for that matter, how
had she even picked up on it?
The moment the first song fel from Michael’s lips
Christian feel in love just that little bit more. He was torn
between watching Michael’s lips or watching the words and
film clip on the screen. In his opinion, Michael had the voice
of an angel and Gypsy’s wasn’t far behind him. Together
they just took his breath away. It was right then Christian
realised these two siblings were special. More special then
even they knew. As he watched them together they almost
seemed to be the same person; two halves of a whole. It
absolutely fascinated him.
§ § § §
“Do you want to leave?” Michael asked later after Gypsy
had final y, though reluctantly, gone to her own bed to sleep.
Michael knew she didn’t want to let him out of her sight for
fear he might disappear again. Michael didn’t know what
he could say to reassure her how he would never be far
from her again. He needed her just as much as he needed
air? Okay, bad example. How could he explain he just
needed her — ful stop, end of story?
Taking the hand Michael offered to him he sighed in
contentment. “This is nice,” he said, and brought the hand
to his lips. Michael liked that — a lot. “But we might want to
change to a movie. I don’t know how much more of this
singing I can take for one night, though, I could listen to you
both sing forever. You both have beautiful voices, but mine
is just…bad,” he ended in a giggle.
While Michael was up changing the DVD, Charlie came
and him in the room.
Giving his dad a hug Michael asked, “Dad, is it okay if
we crash here tonight?”
Charlie seemed surprised at the question. “Of course
you can. Michael this is your home just as it has always
been. Your mum wil be pleased,” Charlie said as he
backed out of the room. “We’l see you in the morning.
’Night, son. ’Night, Chris. Oh, and Michael? It is good to
have you home,” Charlie said and nudged the door closed
behind him.
“We’re staying the night?” Christian asked bemused, “I
thought being here would be kil ing you. What was he
looking for? I mean your dad seemed to purposely come in
here to check up on us.”
Sighing deeply, Michael spoke softly. “It does, but it’s
more bearable with you here where I can bite you if I need
to quel the urge to fang out on my family. We’l do whatever
you want to do.” Michael took a deep breath. “And Dad was
making sure Gypsy wasn’t stil in here.”
“Why would he care whether Gypsy was stil in here or
not? You are both adults.”
Blushing Michael said, “Because he once caught us in
bed together.” Christian’s eyes bulged in shock. So he
quickly added, “It’s not what you are thinking. I used to
suffer with bad nightmares. Real bad ones. Whenever I had
one she would come in and talk to me until I calmed down.
One time we fel asleep and Dad walked in and found us.
We we’re ful y clothed, but I had my arm around her waist
and was curled up against her back, so he misinterpreted
what he saw.”
“How old were you?”
Michael’s blush deepened. “We were eighteen, and
even though it was innocent Dad kinda freaked. He never
told Mum, but he has never trusted us alone. When we
decided we wanted to move into a flat together Mum was
al for it, but Dad…”
“I wondered why you and Gypsy stil lived at home.
Maybe now he knows you’re gay he wil calm down.”
Christian came over and wrapped his arms around his
waist. His breath was cool against the back of Michael’s
neck. “I am so proud of you, Michael Marsden. I want to kiss
you. Do you think kissing is al owed here? I mean this is
your parents’ house after al .”
Michael’s laugh was deep and low as he turned to face
Christian. Leaning in, Michael kissed the corner of
Christian’s mouth. “What sort of kisses do you want?
Butterfly or ‘oh my God, I want your body’?”
“How about we start off with butterfly, and end with ‘oh
my God,’” Christian said as he ran his tongue up the side of
Michael’s neck. He bit down gently onto his flesh as
Michael shivered.
Michael put on Die Hard: With a Vengeance, and
locked his bedroom door before returning to the
bed.
Stepping closer to Christian, Michael kissed his throat as
he unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off Christian’s
shoulders, al owing it to fal to the floor. Christian gasped as
Michael’s mouth travel ed to his now bare shoulder, kissing
and nibbling as he went. Christian’s own hands fumbled as
they hastily removed Michael’s clothing. Christian was
overcome by the desire to caress the perfection of
Michael’s body.
“If you’re trying to seduce me, I should let you know it’s
working.”
His gaze locked with Christian’s as he pushed him back
onto the bed and fol owed him. “Are you sure you want to
do this? Is this what you truly want?” Michael knew Christian
could see that his body was ready for him. Hard in al the
right places, and Christian’s own body seemed more than
ready, wil ing, and able.
“Who goes first?” Christian asked shyly, even as he
al owed Michael to manoeuvrer him into position. The
closeness of Christian’s body and the anticipation of what
was to come almost made Michael nearly explode before
they had gotten anywhere near the good stuff. Reaching
down he pul ed on his bal s to stop his impending orgasm.
Christian closed his eyes, just waiting. It couldn’t
possibly hurt too much; homosexuals did it al the time. His
eyes shot open in surprise when Michael pul ed him
backward off the bed until his knees hit the floor and
relaxed when Michael knelt between them and grabbed a
hold of his waist.
“I’m ready for you,” Christian murmured as he felt the
gentle pressure of Michael’s fingertips against his opening.
Strangely his body understood what was about to happen
and it welcomed Michael’s touch.
Christian’s whole body shivered as Michael tried to
penetrate his arse. Then he groaned as he felt Michael stop
and his hole burned with the beginning of being stretched
without lube.
“Wait, I need— I need something slick to help with this. I
don’t want to hurt you,” Michael muttered.
Through hooded eyes, Christian watched as Michael
almost tripped in his haste to get the dresser. Opening a
drawer, Michael grabbed the bottle of hand lotion from in
there. Christian watched as Michael opened it and put a
good sized amount on his fingers as he knelt back down
and rubbed it tenderly around Christian’s pucker. Christian
gasped and tried to relax as a finger was slowly inserted,
with a slight in and out movement to ease the way.
Listening was beyond him as Michael babbled sil y love talk
as he played; stretching Christian for readiness and
Christian loved every minute of it.
Biting his lip, Christian grabbed fistfuls of the bedspread
at the first searing stab of pain as Michael pressed the
finger deeper into him. His breathing became more ragged
with every gentle thrust. “More,” Christian moaned as the
pain soon turned into blinding pleasure. This felt so right
Michael being inside him. He needed more.
As Michael added a second finger, soon fol owed with a
third, Christian couldn’t keep from groaning out loud.
Suddenly, Christian felt a jolt as Michael’s fingers hit a spot
inside which made him arch up off the bed. Holy Fuck!
What the hel was that? Michael kept touching the same
spot over and over again, and Christian began to leak large
drops of pre-cum from his rock hard cock. This he could so
get used to; it could soon become an addiction.
“Oh God! Michael, more!” Christian shouted a little too
loudly, especial y when they were trying to be quiet so the
rest of the house didn’t hear and know what was happening
in the room. His body spasmed and Christian felt his hole
clench around Michael’s fingers, squeezing them tightly.
“Again! Yeah, right there! Touch it again. Oh fuck. I—
Please, I need you to fuck me.” His body jerked violently,
and almost caused Michael to lose his hold on him. His
hips thrust forward as Michael wrapped his other arm
around his body, and began to stroke him in time with the
movement of his fingers. Lust shook him as Christian tried
hard not to shoot his impending release al over the side of
the bed. He didn’t want things to end before they real y got
started.
“More. Don’t stop!” Christian panted as Michael’s
fingers slid free. “What? Michael, please.”
He reached back with his right hand and he pul ed
Michael’s face to his. “I love you, Michael Marsden, love
you, love you, love you,” he kept repeating as their lips met,
and tongues entwined.
Michael reached again for the hand lotion, and used it to
slick up his own hard and leaking cock, the slight contact
nearly made him shoot his own load of cum. This had nearly
been over before it had even begun. Cautiously, he placed
the throbbing slicked up tip against Christian’s waiting and
eager hole but he hesitated for a moment before slowly
pushing in. Michael groaned. The feeling was incredible
and intense. He wanted to push in completely, but didn’t
want to hurt Christian. This is heaven, Michael thought as
he swal owed hard the moment Christian’s heat surrounded
him in slow and steady increments.
Hesitating, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yessss. Go, more. Al of it. Michael!”
At the incoherent words he pushed in completely. In that
second Michael wished he could see Christian’s face right
now. Would it be creased in concentration or maxed out in
bliss?
As Christian groaned in pleasure Michael felt his rhythm
become erratic. It was like his body couldn’t make up its
mind what it wanted. First he went fast, then slow, then fast
again. Hel , he didn’t even know what pace he should do,
that’s how much of a novice he was. It was al wonderful.
Michael had never felt anything like it before. In his whole
life he hadn’t imagined just how great it would be, and how
intimate it was, or how right Christian’s body would feel to
him. With each thrust he aimed for and kept hitting the spot
inside which he knew would send Christian’s body into an
orgasmic spiral. Michael could tel from the sounds he was
making just how much Christian was as lost in the
sensation as he was.
“I’m coming! Right now!” Michael pressed his forehead
in between Christian’s shoulder blades as he poured
himself into Christian’s clenching arse. As he kissed
Christian’s back, he heard his lover gasp at the force in
which he came. Col apsing against his body, his breath
came hard and fast. It was enough to make him come a
little bit more. Michael loved knowing he had satisfied
Christian.
“Don’t,” Christian pleaded as Michael went to pul away.
“I’m not ready for it to end.” Christian sighed, so Michael
rocked gently behind him. Lovingly Michael caressed
his
cheek, and kissed him behind his ear as they both moaned
again. He knew Christian had enjoyed what they had just
done. Just as he knew Christian was getting off on the
feeling of Michael stil being inside of him taking control,
and loving on him a tiny bit more.
Kissing Christian between the shoulder blades, Michael
increased his rhythm. His hand slid around Christian’s hips
and caressed his hardness. They both quickly reached
another climax and Michael could feel the tight clench of
Christian as he added to the wet spot on the side of the
bed. When Michael had finished, Christian didn’t complain
this time when he gently pul ed away. They both just knelt
there breathing heavily and loving every minute of it.
The explosion on the television startled them. The movie
had been forgotten, the noise completely blocked out, so
intense their focus had been on each other that nothing else
in the room seemed to exist.
Chuckling, Michael got up and switched off the movie.
“We don’t need any more distractions, do we?” He was a
little unsteady on his feet, but for al the right reasons.
Making a detour to the dresser, Michael grabbed some
tissues and cleaned himself up before walking back to the
bed and doing the same for Christian.
Michael sat nervously on the edge of the bed, his hand
caressing Christian’s back.
“Did I hurt you?” Michael asked. He was a little worried
because Christian stil hadn’t managed to move. Michael
was relieved when Christian final y turned, and bestowed a
dazzling smile on him. It took his breath away, and the love
he could see in Christian’s eyes was almost too much.
“That was fricken incredible,” Christian pushed himself
off the bed and knelt before Michael. His hands rested
lightly on Michael’s thighs. Smiling brightly, Christian moved
until he was kneeling between Michael’s legs. Wrapping his
arms around Michael, he hugged him close, as his mouth
sought out Michael’s lips. “You were perfect,” Christian
answered as they parted. “I could have let you do that al
night long. I want you to do that al night long.” He chuckled.
“How soon before we can do that again?”
Christian made each new kiss more erotic. Slowly, he let
his hands slide down to grasp Michael firmly on his arse.
“Can I do the same to you?” He pul ed Michael to the edge