Hey everybody!! I'm sorry for not posting in so long! I was in London and unfortunately didnt have access to a computer to write, only my dinky ipod but to make up for it there you go!!! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to all the people who love and support my stories!!!! <3

I wake up to the sound of a door somewhere slamming; the sound is distant and yet extremely close. At first my sluggish, and sleep filled mind brushes it off as being a part of my subconscious or imagination, but then the most dreadful voice rings up from somewhere. "Marcus I'm home!"

Suddenly any groggy feelings that I had been having are gone, and I'm darting up in the comfortable bed that I was sleeping in only moments before. “Holy shit!" I hiss, just about to dart out of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Marcus mumbles sleepily from beside me, I could take a moment to admire how sexy his voice sounds but instead I struggle to wind my legs out of the sheets and blankets that seem to be doing nothing but sucking me in deeper.

"Your mother is home!" I whisper fervently. To my utter horror Marcus turns onto his side to face me, throwing his arm over my waist to stop me from escaping.

"So?” He mumbles still not opening his eyes, his hand around my waist begins to gently stroke the flesh of my hip, drawing invisible designs. Shivering I grab his hand, bringing the dizzying motions to a stop. "So, we're half naked in your bed, what if she sees us?"

This earns the unveiling of Marcus' crystal blue eyes, "Need I remind you that the last time she caught you in my bed you were completely naked, plus she already knows that we're dating so who cares, lay back down."

What he says makes sense, but still I find a level of discomfort in his mother walking in on us in such an intimate way, "but

"Collin Sanders, lay down!" He orders pushing my torso down onto the bed. Once I’m down he lays his head against my chest, pulling the blanket up over me before running his fingers along my chest, trailing his way through the definition of my muscles.

"Jeez, you didn’t have to be so forceful." I scold thinking back to his demanding tone.

Marcus laughs, the sound sends delicious chills down my body and I swallow back a squeak of pleasure. "Of course I did, you wouldn’t have listened to me otherwise." His fingers draw a light circle around my nipple, and I shiver.

"What do you mean, I always listen to you."

A scoff and then Marcus is rolling on top of me his body settling between my legs as he lays his chin against his arm on my stomach, his fingers continue to stroke my nipple lazily, and I can’t hide the goose bumps that pop up all over my flesh. "You never listen to anyone but yourself, I think you just like the sound of your own voice." He grins at me cheekily.

"Oh please, I'm not that vain and I do listen to what you say, in fact you’re the only person I listen to, you could tell me to jump off a cliff and I probably would."

"hm should we test this theory?” Marcus chuckles with an impish smile, his eyebrows wiggle up and down, and I realize I haven’t seen Marcus act this playful since middle school and it feels really refreshing.

"Sure" I respond confidently, Marcus challenging me like this is causing me to, despite my better judgment… accept.

"Ok whatever I tell you to do you have to do, understand?" He orders, and I nod rolling my eyes in a gesture that says to just get on with it.

Marcus leans back off of me a little bit; allowing me to sit up then looks me in the eyes. “Take off your underwear." he orders. Heat rushes to my face, and I find myself looking away from his lust filled gaze.

"What?"

"You heard me, off!" He orders again. I really don’t want to do this, every fiber in my being is telling me no, but he challenged me and I never back away from a challenge especially if it's from Marcus even if it is extremely embarrassing. Blushing I lay back down and lift my hips up off the mattress, slipping my underwear down my hips and to my thighs, then I sit back up and shimmy the rest of the way out of them before throwing them to the floor.

"Ok, your highness?" I droll sarcastically at him.

Marcus stares at my body as if memorizing it before he speaks again, "Lie down." I obey laying back down on his comfortable mattress.

"Easy enough, now what?” I mutter.

"Open your legs." he orders immediately, and again I find myself heating up under his gaze, shyly I spread my legs open for him revealing myself completely. I feel so bare, and vulnerable and at the same time my breathing seems to have stopped and my bodies senses are now hyper aware.

"Now?" I huff out quickly, keeping my eyes away from him, judging by his next order he doesn’t like this.

"Look at me Collin." Blushing I swallow back a snide remark turning my head to look at him, when our eyes meet I have to physically hold back a moan at the look he's giving me. How can so many thoughts be expressed in one look? He's telling me he wants me, he's telling me he loves me, and he's telling me that I'm beautiful. "I'm looking." I sigh in a lustful way that I never knew I could talk in, and I feel my body begin to boil in need, aching for his touch.

"I want you to run your hands over your body, feel yourself. Slowly and don’t break eye contact" Marcus orders his voice husky and filled with desire.

Jesus, what is he trying to do to me???? Keeping my eyes locked on his I bring my hands up to my head digging my fingers into my hair before gliding them down over my neck, I let out a shallow breath as I run my hands slowly over my chest, then down my torso and before I even realize it I'm letting out a small moan.

"Touch yourself," He orders, still not breaking eye contact, his icy blue eyes seem to be reflecting a hidden fire, and I know that I should stop now, and that this is no longer a childish game between the two of us but I feel so hot and his eyes are just so hypnotizing. Slowly I slide my hands down over my belly the rough flesh of my scar rises up against the pads of my fingers, but I don’t stop quickly moving down over my shaft. When my fingers make contact with the warm flesh I let out a sharp breath, but quickly adjust rubbing my fingers over myself, massaging. I let my thumb rub the pre cum that is beading out of my tip into my skin. Shocks of pleasure shoot through my body and my toes curl against the sheets, as I bite down on my lip and stare up at Marcus.

His tongue darts out over his lip as he watches me pull at myself, my hand moving at a slow aching pace, just as he asked me. At this point I can’t help the sharp pants of pleasure that escape my mouth, especially since this whole situation is just....fucking erotic.

"Say my name." Marcus orders, his voice quivering and I feel his hands softly grab my thighs, inadvertently the pace of my hand speeds up a bit as I look up at him so that my voice is filled with pleasure, "Marcus!" I moan loudly sliding my free hand up over my torso, to stroke myself. "Marcus!" I moan again sliding my fingers up into my hair, gripping and pulling, "Fuck!" I groan at how horrifyingly slow this is my cock aches painfully, begging for release. "Marcus, faster?" I beg up at him.

"No," He orders, "I want you to stop."

"What?" I shriek in horror, he's made me like this and now he wants me to stop? What the fuck is his problem? "Marcus what the fuck are you playing at?" I growl, "I'm not stopping!" and with that I turn my face away from him and pump myself quick and hard, but before I can get anywhere Marcus grabs my hand bringing me to a stop.

"Collin look at me." He orders and before I even realize what I’m doing my head is turning towards him, as if his words are law. When our eyes meet I shiver, and move my hand again but Marcus growls, "I said stop!"

"Ok, ok Jesus, I'm sorry what do you want?" I groan in frustration pulling my hands away from myself. My erection pulsates in the cool air and I wince at how uncomfortable it feels. Marcus stares down at me before smiling coyly. "Ask me to suck you off."

"What?" I gasp in horror, shooting up in the bed.

"Calm down." He orders me before pushing me back down on the bed, "Think of it as a new lesson, now ask me to suck you off with a please."

I stare up at him weighing my options, but finally after a few minutes of discomfort I nod bashfully, "Marcus, please suck me off."

Marcus grabs my thighs, pulling them open further and leaning his head down over my erect member, but he doesn’t take me in, he just lets his warm breath stroke my tip. "Shit what now?" I whine as my body quivers in his hands.

"Say it like you mean it." he chuckles.

"This is fucking ridiculous, I didn’t agree to this!" I moan as he breathes warmly over me, my hips arching up towards him.

"Say it" he grins.

"You make me like this and then just leave me!" I hiss before closing my eyes and biting my lip, my stomach tightening in arousal at his breathe.

"Say it!"

"Marcus, I want you!" I shout in lust, sitting up and grabbing his head in my hands, shoving our lips together. Our tongues meet quickly stroking each other in a lust filled dance, before I pull away and lean my head against his "please," I beg, "I want to feel it, teach me some more."

That’s when Marcus breaks; growling and throwing me back down on to the bed. He pushes my legs up and apart gripping my thighs tightly in his strong hands. Then before I can even begin to think he is coming down on me, his mouth enveloping me completely. A let out a distressed cry, as his warm wet mouth consumes me and my hands dart above my head curling into his sheets, gripping tightly onto anything. His tongue rubs against the bottom of my shaft and I mewl as he sucks bobbing his head up and down over me. My hips jerk up thrusting into his mouth, and I can tell he enjoys it by the moan that vibrates through his throat and around my member. I cry out at the foreign feeling and dig my right hand into his hair, pulling at the short brown matt. As I start to reach my peak, my hips thrust faster and faster, despite my attempt to keep them down into Marcus' mouth. The combination of his moans and his sucking soon has me flying. I scream his name as I come, but not just once, it seems to continuously spout from my lips in a worshipping manner as I massage my fingers against his scalp. Even through the aftershocks of my orgasm I'm mewling his name until my body drops in exhaustion. That is probably why I don't notice Timothy standing in the doorway looking absolutely distraught.

Even as I see him, I’m still gasping for air so I can’t say anything to console the poor kid; he just blushes furiously before darting from the room and into the hallway. "What do you think?" Marcus grins proudly lying down on my quivering legs.

"That was the most amazing thing, I have ever felt in my life." I pant tiredly staring down at the slight shimmer of sweat on my torso. "I mean I've slept with a lot of people, but it’s never felt like that before." Marcus smiles leaning up to kiss my forehead, "I guess you should listen to me more often huh?"

I chuckle, until I feel him against my leg, "Wait, Marcus what about you, don't you want to come too?" I ask, before suggesting shyly, "I mean I could help."

Marcus grins again, "You know, that’s a really tempting offer only if you did, I don’t think I would be able to hold myself back, so maybe it’s better if you go take a shower, and I take care of this myself." Nodding I slide out from under him and move into his bathroom, where upon entrance I step into the shower and wash my body.

The shower is an amazing place, because no matter how uncomfortable you may feel in another person’s home, if you’re in the shower it’s like your think time. Standing here under the warm jet of water I can’t help but feel a little giddy. Marcus has always been my best friend, and I know it should be weird that I let him touch me like that since we’re practically brothers but the only thing I feel is wholeness. Maybe that doesn’t make sense but it feels like for the last couple of years I’ve been empty, just a shell of myself and when I’m with Marcus-like REALLY with Marcus, not just being a dick and ordering him around like my minion-I feel really happy and I can forget what happened to me.

Marcus makes me feel how my own family could never make me feel, and I really like that. Although sometimes it takes me off guard I think I could get used to it, used to the touching as long as it’s him. Feeling clean and refreshed I hop out of the shower and move quickly back into his bedroom expecting to see him lying lazily in his blankets, but when I enter the room is empty. As I make my way downstairs the smell of eggs and bacon greets my nose and my stomach grumbles a response, god I had been so wound up in Marcus I didn’t even realize how hungry I am.

That really says something…..if a man can pick you over his stomach you must be special.

“Well here he is!” A sing song voice calls. Looking into the kitchen I see that Marcus, Timothy and their mother are all sitting at the table passing around plates of steaming food, again my stomach can’t seem to contain its joy.

“Hi.” I greet nervously before taking a seat next to Marcus, since he is so obviously gesturing toward the empty chair.

“So what did you boys do last night, I heard that Marcus took you out on a date?” His mother asks conversationally.

“Uh yeah we just went to a party.” I nod looking over at him as he accepts the plate of bacon from Timothy, and piles the meaty food onto his plate. Thank god his mother seemed to make a Titanic’s worth of bacon……she knows him well.

“Yeah, how was that?” She asks while simultaneously worrying over something Timothy is doing across the table.

“Good,” I say under my breath scooping some eggs onto my plate, the only thing I see at this moment are those fluffy yellow eggs, and how good they are about to taste in my mouth.

“Well isn’t this nice, it’s just like old times!” Mrs. Alexander exclaims sitting back in her chair to gaze at the three of us as we eat. “Only I suppose in the past you boys weren’t having sex, but you know we can work with that.”

The abruptness of that sentence catches me completely of guard and I’m suddenly choking on my food. No!!!!!! My delicious mouthful of eggs…..wasted, all because of that sentence!

“Mom, can we not talk about that at the breakfast table, that’s kind of a private act.” Marcus chuckles not even disturbed enough to look up from his plate, seriously?

“It’s not private if you don’t lock your door and your brother can get in at any given moment.” She counters taking a delicate sip of her orange juice.

Sighing I rub my head not even willing to look up at this point, because if I do I will die of embarrassment. Poor Timothy and his innocence, maybe I should apologize but honestly I can’t even bring myself to do that, since that would require looking up as well.

“Timothy got in?” Marcus questions in surprise finally looking up from his food at his brother, “I didn’t know that,” he directs his gaze back towards me, “why didn’t you tell me?”

What the hell am I being shy about? What’s happened has happened, might as well embrace that. “Oh you know” I look up with a smart ass smile, “I was kind of thinking about other things at that moment.” Like your mouth around my dick you jackoff!

“Oh, so now it’s my fault!” He laughs.

“It’s your door!”

“Nevertheless!” His mother interrupts right as he is about to make a comeback towards my snide remark. “I obviously don’t mind if you are having sex, seeing how if I tried to prevent it you would undoubtedly find another way to do it, and I think that Marcus’ bed is far more comfortable then the back seat of his car.” Marcus breaks out into a bout of giggles, and all I can do is just stare……why is he such an idiot? Yes he usually acts mature, but as soon as it’s about me and him in any sexual way……what a teenager. “Just remember to lock your door from now on Marcus, that way we can save each other any….images that we would rather not see.”

“Yes ma’am I will remember that.” Marcus agrees before looking up at Timothy. “So what did you think huh, he’s got a pretty good body right?”

“MARCUS!” Timothy, Mrs. Alexander, and I all scream in unison silencing him once and for all, so that we can finally enjoy our breakfast in peace.

“I heard awhile back that you got in a fight with someone in school and that you were suspended?” Mrs. Alexander smoothly changes topics. Timothy and Marcus both go silent, seeing as how they both probably witnessed my attack I’m not in the least bit surprised by the awkwardness of the situation. “What did the other guy do?”

“Uh,” I start out awkwardly, “well it was actually entirely my fault.”

When I say this a wave of guilt washes over me at the memory of Caleb, and how I had tried to harm him in the band room at the school. You could ask me a million times over why I had done what I did, and I will never be able to come out with a straight, intelligent answer, because I don’t know why I did it and it definitely had not been one of my greater moments. Especially in front of Marcus, even now I can’t imagine how disgusting I must have appeared to him, how completely insane. Despite all of that every time I see Caleb and Jason at school, with their arms wound around each other surrounded by their friends I can’t help but feel like maybe I helped them in their road to each other. Whether they want to admit it or not, would Jason have realized his feelings for Caleb if I hadn’t swooped in to take him away?

We’ll never know, but I like to think that that is the case. Still maybe that is just a way to rid myself of the guilt, and convince myself out of apologizing. And isn’t that what got me into this whole mess in the first place? Not apologizing to Jason in the boys locker room, and not admitting that I had done something wrong had led Marcus to do something that maybe he would have never thought about doing in the first place.

“Collin?” Marcus’ voice swims around in my head, pulling me out of the dark whole of my mind.

“Hmm?” I wonder as I dig back into my eggs.

“I know you really don’t want to hear this but, I think you should consider apologizing to Caleb for what you did to him.” Marcus Urges setting down his fork to place all of his attention on me.

“Why, the way I see it him and Jason are happier than ever.” I reply pushing my food around on the white porcelain plate.

“Yes, but don’t you think you owe him at least that for what you tried to do to him, I mean what if someone did that to you wouldn’t you want them to apologize?”

That sparks a flame of anger within me, and suddenly my pulse has picked up dramatically and I feel sweat build up on my palms and the panic sets in, before I know it I’m darting out of my chair and out the front door.

If I move I’ll be fine, just move convert my anger, my horror…my memories to energy just run it out. I feel tears prick my eyes and it just makes me angrier because I’m a fucking man, and a man doesn’t cry! A man is strong, and can defend himself!

So what the fuck does that say about me?

“Collin!” Marcus shouts from behind me, “Stop!” I can hear the pounding of his shoes on the concrete of the sidewalk but I keep moving, I just keep running. His hand is what brings me to a stop, wrapping around my bicep and yanking me backwards so that I’m slamming against his chest.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT HUH?” I find myself shouting at the top of my lungs as I push off of him before he can mutter a word. “YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO IF SOMEONE DID THAT TO ME?” Marcus doesn’t say anything he just stands there and stares, and I can’t even read the expression on his face.

“IF SOMEONE DID THAT TO ME, I WOULD WISH THEY WERE DEAD, I WOULD HOPE TO GOD THAT THEY BURN IN HELL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME. I WOULD WANT THEM TO FEEL THE FEAR THAT I FELT, TO FEEL THE PAIN THAT I FELT, AND TO CRY THE TEARS THAT I CRIED BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING THAT THEY COULD SAY THAT WOULD MAKE ME FORGIVE THEM..NOT…ONE ..THING. AS FOR CALEB HE’S LUCKY THAT I NEVER GOT AS FAR AS I WAS GOING TO GO, DO YOU THINK HE WOULD HONESTLY WANT TO EVEN LOOK AT ME, I DON’T EVEN WANT TO FUCKING LOOK AT ME MARCUS!” I take a deep breath as soon as the words leave my mouth, and then I burst into tears.

Yeah…..really fucking manly.

As I cry I hurriedly try to wipe up my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie, but it’s like they just keep coming, endless waves of salty water. Marcus pulls me towards him, and wraps his arms around me cradling me in the safety of his arms. His hand rubs my back soothingly as he hushes me, placing tender kisses all over my temple, and I have to admire him for remaining so fucking intact, because I know that anytime someone has cried in front of me I don’t know what the hell I should do.

“You know,” Marcus begins still holding me close as I start to calm down, only the ever so weak shuddering sob sneaking past my lips. “I wasn’t chasing you down to see what you would say.” My curiosity piqued I stiffen eager to hear what he’s going to say, “I just thought I would tell you that you aren’t wearing any shoes.” It’s only after he reminds me of this that I feel the hot concrete against my feet and I burst into sniffling laughter. Finally I look up at him clenching the front of his shirt in my fists.

“Hi,” He whispers gently staring down at me with his blue eyes that seem so deep and wise, and so full of understanding. “You know,” he mutters as he wipes his thumbs under my eyes eradicating the evidence of my tears, “You look really beautiful when you cry.”

Groaning I smile and roll my eyes, “Shut up Marcus, I’m not a fucking chick.”

He laughs pulling me into his chest again, so that I can hear the deep rumbling sound right against my ear, “I know and thank god for that.” For a few moments we just hold each other there on the sidewalk until finally I pull away from him, hesitantly taking his hand in mine as I make my way back towards his house.

“Marcus?”

“Yeah?” He asks, squeezing my hand.

“Maybe I should apologize.”

“Yeah.”

When we get back to the house Marcus goes to grab my shoes from upstairs, while I sit on his living room couch. His mother has cleared the table and wandered off into some other part of the house, while Timothy has seemingly disappeared. Good thing, since I wouldn’t have even known what to say if they had been in the house when we came back. That would have been incredibly awkward.

But it seems as if I have spoken too soon, because as soon as I think that Timothy walks into the living room like a man on a mission, then parks his small Asian bum right beside me. For a moment I don’t know what to say, I just stare at him as he looks at the floor. “Um, hello?”

That’s all he needs to trigger his confidence, “You know whatever happened, It’s okay don’t think any less of yourself….sometimes we just do stupid things.”  He pauses to flip his black hair out of his almond shaped eyes and I can almost see the strain as he forces himself to console me. “That’s why we always have the option of apology, and forgiveness.” Timothy seems hesitant for a moment, and I swear I see of bead of sweat on his temple, he finally grabs my hand in his teeny little hand and gives it a squeeze, “Good luck.” And then he’s gone…….for a moment I wonder if he was ever really here, seriously astonished that he had spoken so many words to me, and at the same time feeling a sense of brotherly pride.

Damn his ninjaness.

“Are you ready?” Marcus asks as he runs down the stairs juggling my shoes and his keys shocking me out of my stupor.

“Yeah.” I stand taking my shoes from him and slipping them on quickly before letting him take my hand. We part as we enter his car, him sliding cheerfully into the driver’s seat while I slump into the passengers with the sudden desire to throw up all the eggs that I had eaten for breakfast.

No..stay in there eggs.

We drive in silence most of the way and I find myself wondering how the hell Marcus knows the way to Caleb and Jason’s house. Has he been there, why would he even go there, what would he need to do there?

Yes I am rather possessive of Marcus, and I’m also looking for anything to distract me from the matter at hand because I am literally so nervous that the contents of my stomach could hit the emergency evacuation button at any moment. How sad that would be since Marcus’ car is really nice, wouldn’t want to ruin the potential make out mobile now would we?

“Nervous?” Marcus asks as we pull in front of the house, coming to a parallel park at the curb.

“Hell yeah, you know this isn’t something I do on a regular basis.” I mumble staring out my window at the intimidating beige bricked house.

“Good thing we’re starting now then.” Marcus retorts cheerily, and then he is pushing out of the car and slamming the door shut behind him as he makes his way up the driveway. Quickly I bolt after him nervously grabbing his hand.

Marcus rings the doorbell then looks at me with raised eyebrows. “What?” I hiss

“Your sweating like a pig.” He grins holding back a chuckle.

Rolling my eyes I pull at the neckline of my shirt, “I might as well be one, since you’re sending me to my death.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic.” He mimics my eye roll, and before I can come up with a clever comeback the door opens to a disgruntled looking Chad. His brown eyes give me a suspicious once over before he looks up at Marcus to give him a friendly nod.

“Well this is something I never thought I would see” He yawns leaning against the door frame to give me a sour look. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“We came to speak with Caleb and Jason.” I respond seriously, giving my best at attempting to ignore the snide older boy.

“Oh really….ok and when we say speak do we mean attempt rape and beat to a bloody pulp…or just the genuine classic speak?” Oh my god, I thought it was just Caleb who was sassy and sarcastic to the point of complete and utter annoyance, but I guess it must be passed down from one of their parents.

“Seriously, I’m not here to hurt anyone we just want to talk so are they here or not?” I quip quickly losing my patience, and any sense of moral values that might keep me from strangling him.

Chad squints at me for a minute, just locking me in a stare that might be intimidating, except for I know him so instead it’s just retarded. Finally he sighs as if letting me and Marcus through the door is the biggest burden he has ever had to deal with, “Fine upstairs first door on your right.”

“Thank you.” I sigh dramatically before walking into the house and letting Marcus lead me up the stairs and to a door that I assume must be Jason’s or Caleb’s. Marcus knocks three times in a row, and it takes only a second for a loud response to give us access to the room.

Jason is lying on the bed that is pushed up against the far right wall, reading a comic of some sort while Caleb is at the computer clicking away at the keyboard, probably writing some paper for school. Their parents let them stay in the same room together even though they know they’re going out?

As soon as Jason sees us he is sitting up, his brows furrowed in a look of deep confusion while his jaw clenches telling us that he is on guard for anything that might happen at any moment. “Whoa slow down there turbo, we come in peace!” I assure bringing my hands up in a submissive gesture. This causes Jason to roll his eye s at me before throwing the comic he was reading at the back of Caleb’s head.

“What the fuck Jason, I told you I’m not going to have sex with you right now I have to finish this paper Jesus!” Caleb scolds pulling the ear buds from his ears while spinning to look at Jason, but before he can he sees me and flinches.

“Sorry, but we didn’t come to watch you guys smex each other up, if that’s not too much of a problem.” I explain looking around the room awkwardly.

I can see Caleb swallow nervously his Adams apple bobbing up and down, before he finally decides to respond, “What do you want?” he asks his jaw clenching.

Marcus sits down on the bed that Jason is residing on, leaving me standing to do all the talking on my own. Jesus and he says he is such a fantastic wing man, well look at you now. Nervously I shift my weight on my feet rubbing my palms on my jeans, “I wanted to come by to tell you that I’m sorry for what I did, and I know that it was wrong… I don’t expect you to forgive me so don’t feel obligated or anything because I know that I wouldn’t forgive me if I was in your shoes.” I take a deep breath, “And yeah that’s what I came here to say.”

Jason and Caleb both stare at me….none to shyly either and it’s like the room is filled with millions of different thoughts that aren’t being said. I’m about to die from the weight of it all when Caleb finally speaks. “So why did you do it?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you do it, I mean you obviously didn’t like me, your dating Marcus now…so why did you do it?” He asks.

I stare at him and we hold eye contact for the longest time, and even though he hasn’t said he’s forgiven me, I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t have the heart to hold a grudge against me…whether he thinks that I have some sort of issues or that I’m just too pathetic to hate I don’t know. “I honestly don’t know, I was having some issues with myself that I just couldn’t quiet handle, so I had to find ways to release my anger, and I guess you were just another target…but now that I’m with Marcus things are okay….I’m really sorry Caleb.”

Caleb stares at me, biting his lip for a moment analyzing every little bit of me, “You know.” He sighs finally, “I’m not going to forgive you right away.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t expect you too.”

“We might have to double date a lot to make up for it.”

“Ye-wait what?” I ask in confusion.

“Yup, now that you’ve screwed everything up, I guess you’re stuck with me, also I expect a coffee on Monday that might help.” He nods in appreciation of his own words.

“Uh..” I stutter.

“Jesus have a sense of humor!” He moans at me before turning back to his computer, “I accept your apology, now either get out or shut up, because I have a paper to write.”

What the hell…there is only one person I know that could get over something like what I did, that quickly…..and that would be Caleb. In a way I don’t want him to forgive me, and in a way I kind of like the fact that he is friendly yet still on guard at me. I’ve never really had any true friends and although Caleb really bugs me most of the time…I feel like now that we are on the same page we could get along, still not even that can convince me to stay at his house. Turning I gesture for Marcus to follow me out of the room.

As soon as we are out of the door I inhale deeply, “Jesus is that kid weird or what?” I ask to the air knowing that Marcus is right behind me.

“Yeah I definitely did not expect that, Jason didn’t look too happy about what he said either, you know the whole double date thing.” Marcus chuckles.

“Yeah I’m definitely not taking anything he said seriously.” I assure Marcus who as I attempt to pull open his passenger door spins me around and shoves me against it.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he rests his body against mine moving his hands up to grab my jaw.

“Oh you know, just kissing my boyfriend.” He grins before leaning into me, placing a kiss on my neck then licking my flesh before he opens his mouth and begins to scrape his teeth against me. A groan rolls from deep within my chest and I lick my lips running my hands over his abs.

“We should really not do this in front of their house.” I object despite the fact that he is really turning me on.

Marcus sighs in defeat pushing away from me to walk around the car to the driver’s side, “You wanna go home?”

“Yeah, I want to grab a change of clothes and my back pack.”

“Oh?” Marcus questions as he pulls out of the street.

“Yeah, I kind of want to stay with you again tonight…if that’s all right.” I blush looking out my window, at anything but him. His hand on my thigh tells me that my wish has been granted and I smile to myself as we continue the car ride to my house.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Marcus asks as he pulls into my driveway.

“No, it’ll only take a sec.” I assure him hopping out of the car and up my driveway using my keys to unlock the door. The house is dark and eerily quiet, and something seems changed but I can’t seem to figure out what, not to mention at this moment I can’t be bothered as I have an extremely attractive man waiting for me outside. I hurry up the stairs to my bedroom where I grab my backpack simultaneously grabbing my duffle bag and throwing clothes into it. It doesn’t take me long to do this, and in a matter of seconds I’m standing there.. Scanning my room making sure there is nothing important that I might have forgotten when I hear it.

“It’s good to see you again little brother.”