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threedimensionsTimeline: February 2008
Title: More
Summary: Why restrict yourself when you can have more? Andrew dabbles...and finds that he has some figuring out to do.
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Rating: NC17
"I," Andrew announced as he stood just inside Brandon's bedroom door, "am eighteen." He paused. "I'm eighteen, and I like it."
Brandon shrugged. "I'm seventeen and I like that. Though, not for much longer."
"Alice Cooper, dude." Andrew gave him an indignant look and then kicked the door closed, going over to flop down on the couch that was on the far wall.
"Oh." Brandon squinted as he thought about it. "The 80s version of Marilyn Manson, right?"
Andrew's mouth dropped open. "No!" He paused. "But, yeah." He flapped a hand at Brandon's computer in front of him. "Look him up! Play 'I'm Eighteen'. For my birthday. Since I know goddamn well that you're not going to sing to me." He pretended to pout, then perked up as Brandon showed him the bowl he'd been smoking.
Brandon gave him a disgusted look before handing it over. "No shit I'm not," he said. "I don't fucking sing."
"Ever."
"Right. And don't you think that would be weird?"
"I sang to Keith! I do every year."
"Your twin brother, on the birthday that you share," Brandon pointed out. "And that's you. Nothing that you do is weird."
"Aw, thanks." Andrew gave him a grin before lighting up.
"Because everything you do is goddamn weird."
"We're not friends any more."
"Cool. So, do you want some of this?" Brandon gestured to the bag he was holding. "Free," he added. "For being eighteen."
Andrew immediately brightened. "Fuck yeah! Never going to say no to that!"
"Okay." Brandon opened a drawer and got out his scale and another bag and began putting together what looked to be a better birthday present than Andrew had gotten from his parents. He hit off his pipe again and handed it back.
"Sweet," Andrew said, sparking his lighter over the hole in the lid. "Happy birthday to me," he breathed out, immediately feeling his head float away. Brandon always had the best shit. "Thanks. Much better than my car insurance paid for six months and a six-pack of strings. Don't get me wrong, I know the insurance costs a lot, and it's going to make my savings account happy, but...it's my birthday," he almost whined as he passed the bowl back. "You know?"
"Yup," Brandon said, reaching out for it and taking it even though his eyes stayed focused on his task. Andrew saw that what he was collecting looked fucking amazing, and he was even sorting out and removing seeds! "Birthdays and Christmas should be fun things, unless you're the most boring person in the world and only care about practical shit you're going to use," Brandon went on after he hit again. "I'm asking my dad for a wireless recorder, so that I can get some more tracks worked out, a new laptop, so that I can take it places or even have it downstairs when the kids are here, another effects pedal that I've been wanting to try, and a gas-powered RC car." He looked up and grinned. "Just because. And because the kids will probably get a kick out of it. Those fuckers are fast."
"Just because is the best," Andrew said. "That sounds fucking awesome. Can I play with it?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Sweet," he said again. "I'll just coast along the shirttails of your birthday. That's in, like, a month, right?"
"Yup."
"Awesome. Screw the insurance and bass guitar strings. I do appreciate the smoke, though." He paused. "Though, you know what I really want? Is a damn blowjob. You know how long it's been? Even since I've been out with a chick? Sucks."
"Sounds more like it doesn't," Brandon said, adding another small bud to the bag and putting it on the scale again.
"That's right!" Andrew said indignantly. "No matter how much I wish for it, it really doesn't suck itself! It's even my birthday."
He sighed heavily and leaned back on the couch, wishing again that he had a girlfriend—he'd heard that birthday sex was amazeballs, but, unfortunately, he hadn't ever had a girl on one yet and so still didn't know.
"It is your birthday," Brandon mused. Andrew glanced at him and saw that he was considering the bag he'd apparently just gotten to a satisfactory weight. He shrugged and held it out. "Up to you," he said. "This, or a blowjob."
Andrew reached for the bag and then realized what he'd said. "Huh? What...you're going to do it?"
Brandon shrugged. "Sure, if you want. For your birthday. Either or."
Andrew's eyes flicked back and forth between his friend and the amazing bag of dense, dark green he was offering. Sure, he'd thought about maybe seeing if he was into doing something with a guy before, but he hadn't yet. That pot looked fucking awesome, and he was already so high from those few hits that he knew it'd last him forever, especially with the amount that was in there. That would surely have cost a pretty penny if Brandon was charging him for it. His eyes flicked to Brandon's face, then down to his lips. And it had been a really long time.
"Are you good at it?" he asked.
Brandon grinned his what the fuck do you think? grin. "Yeah."
"And...that's really okay?"
He shrugged again. "Sure. I've done it before."
"Well, I'm sure you have." It had been a few months since Brandon and Terry had broken up, but pretty much everyone knew that they'd been fucking the daylights out of each other. Why not?
"No, this, like, birthday offer." Brandon shook the bag he was holding slightly. "One or the other. For friends. I don't mind." He paused. "I like doing it."
"Really? Oh. Um..." His eyes flicked back and forth again, torn in deciding. That bag looked so good. But what kind of person that owned a penis could pass up a free blowjob if it was offered?
Brandon shrugged for a third time, set the bag on the small table between his desk and the sofa that Andrew was on, and picked up the blue and silver pipe again. "Whichever, dude, like I said: up to you." He took in a monster hit, held his breath, and offered it back. Andrew took it and inhaled again...and then he realized that his dick was already hard and throbbing. Well! Didn't that just make it easy.
"Well, uh, if it's really okay...? And not weird?"
"It's only as weird as you make it," Brandon said serenely. "I have no problems fucking around with friends. It's just sex. It's fun." He grinned a little, his eyes as hazy as Andrew felt. "So is that what you want, then? You want me to suck your dick?"
"Yeah," Andrew said when his dick throbbed again.
"Okay." Brandon turned and set the pipe and his lighter on his desk and stood up.
"Right now?"
Brandon gave him a look. "Did you want me to pencil you in for later?" He pointed to the point on Andrew's front. "Looks like that part of you is ready now."
"Oh. Yeah. Uh, now is good."
"That's what I thought," Brandon said, but then he began walking away. Andrew was confused until he stopped at the door instead of going through it and turned the lock. Good idea—pretty much anyone could pop in at any minute.
He came back over the couch and immediately went to his knees in front of him, and Andrew tensed a little when his hands reached for his zipper. Brandon noticed and looked up at him. "Do you want to do it? Or did you change your mind? Which is fine."
"No," Andrew said, a little too loudly. Now that he'd been promised a blowjob and someone was in front of him, his dick was so hard it hurt. He did want it out of his pants and didn't mind someone else doing it. "Probably just nerves, man, I've never...you know?"
"Okay, well...if you want me to stop, just say so."
Andrew took in a sharp breath when Brandon's fingers undid his button and zipper and some of the pressure on his crotch lessened. He was still trapped in his jeans, though, and he lifted his hips a little when Brandon tugged at them. He pulled them and his underwear halfway down his thighs, and heeeeere's Johnny! Brandon glanced up at him as his fingers gripped him, probably to make sure it was still okay, but Andrew couldn't really make a coherent answer as his hand started to slide up and down.
He could make even less of an intelligible response to anything once Brandon rose up on his knees, bent his neck, and licked all around the head of his dick before sinking it all the goddamn way down. Andrew was terrified for few seconds when he thought he might cum right then, and he squeezed his eyes shut and reached out blindly, one hand finding Brandon's shoulder and gripping it tightly while the other landed on his head and pushed him back down as he was coming up. Brandon made a sound that almost had Andrew on the very edge again, not only due to the moan but the vibration, and he squeezed his shoulder and pulled his hair hard, trying to focus on that instead.
He didn't have any concept of time, had no idea how long it lasted, only that it was the best blowjob he'd ever gotten, and when he started to cum, he was moaning so loudly that he probably should have been embarrassed. Brandon had seemed to like it when he'd wrapped his fingers in his hair and guided him up and down hard, matching his pace and burying Andrew's dick right to the back of his throat, one hand still wrapped around the base of his dick and the other on his thigh, squeezing it. Andrew sure as fuck didn't mind, especially when Brandon allowed him to put both hands on his head and hold him down on it while he thrust up repeatedly for the entire duration of his orgasm.
"Holy shit," he said weakly when he collapsed back against the couch, breathing hard. "Oh my god. You were not fucking lying."
Brandon snorted laughter as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why would I lie?" He was also breathing hard. "I told you, I like sucking dick. I know I'm good at it."
"I guess so." After a moment, Andrew caught his breath (mostly) and he reached for a container of baby wipes that was on the table. "Okay if I use these? Or is that wrong somehow since they're for the little kids?"
"No, that's fine." Brandon got to his feet. "I'm going to run downstairs and get some more."
Andrew got himself wiped off and re-dressed, and then he sat back with his eyes closed and listened to the music that was on. He was just thinking that Brandon had been gone a really long time when he came back, another container of wipes in one hand and a bag of Cheetos in the other. "Genius," Andrew said.
"Yup," Brandon agreed, tossing the container in a basket of stuffed animals for the kids when they were there, and the bag to Andrew. He opened the mini-fridge, grabbed two sodas, and went back to his desk. He sat down, set a Dr. Pepper on the table next to Andrew, collected the bag that had still been sitting there, opened his Diet Coke and took a long drink, and then began re-packing the bowl with a bud from the bag.
Andrew opened the bag of Cheetos and munched for a few seconds before remembering oral sex etiquette. "Oh," he said, uncertainly. "Um...am I supposed to, like, pay you back?"
"No," Brandon said, still focused on his bowl and an X-acto knife, where he'd been scraping at the screen. "Did you pay back for your other birthday gifts?"
"No, but...that was a little different?"
"Nah." Brandon finally seemed satisfied and he screwed the lid on, sparked up, took a great hit, and held it out again. "Besides, I already took care of that."
Andrew had already taken his hit and was trying to hold his breath when he realized what that meant. He started to laugh and then choked, and Brandon pointed to his drink. "Oh my god," he said, after he could breathe again. "That's what took you so long? Sucking my dick actually got you going?"
"I'm gay, idiot," Brandon said. "You don't get turned on by eating pussy?"
"Oh. Yeah. I guess that makes sense."
What didn't quite make sense, or maybe it made more than he knew, was how much Andrew thought about that for the next few days. Not only about the blowjob, which really had been fucking spectacular (it must be true that guys were better at it because they also had dicks and knew what felt good—Andrew thought about lesbians eating pussy then and had to excuse himself to his room) but also about Brandon having to take care of himself afterward. It just...kept coming into his head, and he wondered why it was so interesting? One night, he was thinking about it while masturbating himself, and when he pictured Brandon cumming and it made him cum, he decided to do something about it. He'd wondered for a few years, whenever he'd notice guys and sometimes think about them a little bit, if he might ever want to do something about it...maybe now, finally, he had a chance to. He liked girls—he loved girls. But...why restrict himself when he could have more?
He waited until he had another chance to be alone with Brandon, having skipped school a week or so later so that there was a better chance that no one would show up unexpectedly. He had a couple other gay friends, of course, but none that he knew so well...and none who had ever touched his fun parts, that was for sure, and Brandon had acted like he thought fucking around for funsies was exactly that, so. As he expected, Brandon was alone in his room, smoking up and listening to music and fucking around on his computer. "Yo," Andrew said as he flopped down on the couch.
"Hey," Brandon said back, offering him the joint he'd been working on. "No school?"
"Skipped," Andrew said unconcernedly. "What's up?" He hit, hard—he was going to need to be as chill as possible—and handed it back.
"Nothing, just making some playlists for Mark for when he's at work." He gave Andrew an incredulous look. "Can you believe what he said yesterday? That he's never really listened to Eve 6?"
"I know!" Andrew said. "I love their shit. What are you putting on there?"
Brandon gestured to his computer screen and Andrew got up to look over his shoulder. "He probably won't like them as much as some of this other shit, but he has to give them a chance."
"Throw some Lit on there," Andrew suggested.
"I got 'Drop D' and 'Lipstick and Bruises'."
"Oh, right. Better Than Ezra?"
"He won't like them at all—not hard enough."
"Yeah, guess not," Andrew said, and sat back down. "Oh, uh, Live."
"Got 'em."
"Soundgarden."
"He already likes them."
"Senses Fail."
"Got 'em."
Andrew was annoyed that Brandon just thought of fucking everything, apparently. "Nickleback," he said, then laughed at the disgusted look he got. "Okay, okay. Uh. Breaking Benjamin?"
"Yeah, maybe." Brandon turned back to his playlist and busied himself while Andrew broke weed-smoking etiquette and took another few hits from the joint he held. "There. That's fifty songs, should last him a while."
"Send it to me, too?" Andrew asked and passed him back the joint. "I think I have most of what you added, but you always put 'em in a good order."
"Sure."
"And put something on that isn't this." It was Alice In Chains again, one of Brandon's favorites, and Andrew was bored of it.
Brandon gave him another look. "You're so fucking demanding. What would his highness prefer?"
"Goo Goo Dolls, but I want Robby, not Johnny. He's my hero."
"Those ones aren't as good."
"Are too." Andrew pointed at him threateningly. "I'll fight you."
"Not worried, dude." But Brandon did put on 'Out of the Red' and then 'Domino', which were Andrew's favorite songs by the band.
Andrew waited until they were finished with a second joint, spending the time to talk about music—other bands' music and their own, which pleased Brandon, since Andrew was usually chill enough about playing it but not so much about writing it—before he started thinking about how he was going to bring it up.
"We should have sex," he said, just after Brandon had put on Smashing Pumpkins (again) and went into a long spiel about why it didn't matter that Billy Corgan didn't put any real thought behind their lyrics. Well, why not: he was a blurter, and Brandon didn't like it when people beat around the bush.
"We should?" Brandon asked.
"Um...yeah."
Brandon just looked at him while he took another long pull off the end of the joint. "Mellon Collie got you all horny?" he asked after a moment.
"No. Um...you did." Andrew shifted a little nervously at the way he was being scrutinized. "Like, after you—after my birthday. I kinda can't stop thinking about it. I've kinda wanted to try...and you said you were cool with it sometimes with friends, it's just sex?"
"Right..."
"So, I just thought..." Andrew shrugged. "If you don't want to, you know, whatever."
Brandon looked down at the tiny end of the joint for a moment, then he stuck it on a guitar pick and used the end of his lighter to crush it out. "Yeah, okay," he said. "Sounds like you've thought about it. What do you want to do?"
Despite being totally stoned, Andrew felt his stomach jump, a little nervous. "How far do you want to go?"
Brandon gave him a considering look. "How far do you want to go?"
"Um...so, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
Brandon snorted. "Yeah. Not for a while, but yeah." He paused, then grinned. "That's what you want? To fuck me?"
"...kinda?"
"Is it 'kinda' because you're not sure you want to, or 'kinda' because you're not sure I'll let you?"
"Oh, I definitely want to," Andrew said. "That or to get another one of those fucking amazing blowjobs."
Brandon shrugged. "You can have both. But you have to get me off, too—that's the deal. It's no longer your birthday."
"Oh, definitely, I'll do whatever you want," Andrew said eagerly. He had watched a few gay porn videos in the safety of his room and was fairly sure that he could attempt almost anything that seemed to be standard.
"That's always nice to hear," Brandon said, sounding amused. He pointed toward his bed. "Do you want to go over there?"
Again, Andrew's dick was so hard in his pants that it almost hurt. "Yup."
"Okay. Get over there and take your clothes off while I get the door."
Andrew followed this direction at once, feeling only ten percent awkward as he stripped naked in another guy's room and sat on the edge of another guy's bed. Brandon locked his door, went back to his computer and cranked up the music, then came back over to his bed, pausing for a second to look Andrew up and down. "Nice," he said, and pulled his shirt over his head and off. Andrew had seen him shirtless before, mostly during the summer when they'd all gone to a water park or were playing basketball, and knew that he looked good, but deliberately considering him in another way made him look even better. When he unbuttoned his jeans, Andrew pushed his hands away, going for the zipper himself. Brandon stood still while Andrew unzipped his pants and pulled them down a little, considering the bulge in his boxers. He tentatively touched it, then wrapped his hand around it, noting how hard it was, and then he pulled his friend's dick out of the boxers, looking in surprise at it.
"What?" Brandon asked.
"I just—I guess I've never looked at one close up from this angle before," Andrew said. He looked up. "Um...should I...?"
"Whatever you want." After another moment of Andrew studying his dick, Brandon said, "Lick your hand."
Andrew looked back up. "Huh?"
Brandon pointed to the back of his own hand. "Lick it." Andrew thought that was a weird request, but he was the one who had never done this before, so he did as he was told and looked back up. "Just skin, right? A dick tastes the same, mostly. It's just skin."
"Oh." Andrew thought that made sense, so he leaned forward and licked Brandon's dick. Brandon took in a breath and Andrew nodded. "You're right," he said, and did it again. He put the head in his mouth and tried to suck on it. When girls had done it for him, and when Brandon had done it for him just a few days ago, they had all gone up and down on it, so he tried that too, realizing that he had to open his jaw far further than he'd been expecting. No wonder sometimes people said it was tiring to do, especially if it took a long time. It was a little uncomfortable. He backed off and tried focusing on the head again, which was the most sensitive part anyway. I'm sucking a dick he thought, and he accidentally closed his mouth too hard while trying not to laugh, and Brandon jerked. "Sorry," he said, sitting back. "Nerves again? I'm not going to be very good at that."
"You were fine, but that's okay." Brandon pushed his pants down, stepped out of them, and dropped down to his knees again while Andrew leaned back on his hands in anticipation.
Sure enough, Brandon gripped his dick again in his left hand and then went to work on it, and within a single minute Andrew was panting and moaning. He lightly put his hand on his head again and gave a gentle push down, thinking that his last girlfriend had hated that, and he'd forgotten about that when he shoved Brandon's head down last time, but he'd seemed to be okay with it? Andrew decided to try it again, gripping his hair tightly and pushing him down and pulling him up hard a few times. Interesting that Brandon did the same thing he did before, which was the opposite of how Tara had reacted—instead of pulling away from him and telling him to keep his hands to himself, that he was being too rough, Brandon made his own moaning sound and he started to go faster, to suck harder. Andrew held his head in place and thrust up into his mouth, something else both girls he'd tried it with had hated, but Brandon made eye contact with him and sucked hard as he pulled back.
"Fuck yeah," Andrew whispered. "Holy shit. You like it rough, don't you? Come on, suck it. Take it all." He pushed him down again and then tried with everything he had to prevent himself from cumming when Brandon did indeed take all of his dick all the way down and then allowed himself to be held down there. When he did start to pull back, probably needing air, Andrew put both hands on his head and thrust it into his mouth again one more time before letting him up. He pulled all the way back, breathing hard and wiping at his lips, and the considering look he gave Andrew made him wonder if he'd gone too far. "Sorry," he said. "Was that too hard?"
"No," Brandon said. He seemed to hesitate, his eyes flicking away, and then he looked back up at him, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "You're right," he said softly. "I do like that. You can be as rough with me as you want."
"Oh. Well, okay then." Andrew shot his hand out, grabbed his head again, and shoved it back down into his lap. Definitely the best at sucking dick he'd ever encountered, Andrew thought, as Brandon went right back at it eagerly, making more of those sounds as Andrew pulled on his hair. He had to stop, though, no matter how hard it was, or he was going to cum far too soon. He pulled him back and then yanked harder, pulling him off, when he tried to go back down. "Dude," he said, breathing harshly again. "So...what now?"
"Whatever you want," Brandon said again.
"Okay...are you going to let me fuck you?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Sweet," Andrew said, and grinned. "You got a condom?"
"Yeah." Brandon got up from the floor and went to his nightstand, coming back with another container of wipes, a condom, and a bottle. "How do you want me to go?"
"Uh...whichever way you like it best, I guess?"
Brandon gave him another of those contemplative looks. "From behind," he said, tossing the wipes on the edge of the bed and handing the other two items over. "Do you know about stretching first? Like I said, it's been a while."
"Aw, you don't have a dildo? That's sad." Andrew tore open the condom, which was a brand he'd never heard of. When he started to roll it on, he noticed it seemed slightly thicker than the ones he normally bought, which he also thought made sense—to prevent breaking, probably.
When he looked up, he saw that Brandon was now giving him an exasperated look. "I do, actually, if you must know," he said. "But it's not the same as getting fucked, because I'm in control then, and there are angle issues."
"Oh, right. This?" Andrew held up two fingers together. Brandon reached over and put up his third finger, then bunched them together. "Oh. Gotcha. Then you tell me when you're ready, right?"
"Yup." Brandon turned, got on his hands and knees, and spread his legs.
Andrew uncapped the bottle and squirted some clear gel onto his fingers, which was cold and gooshy. He hesitated again here, the tips of his fingers right at Brandon's asshole, realizing that this was one of those 'no turning back' moments. Oh well. He put one hand on Brandon's hip and pushed one finger in. Huh. Tight and warm. That was pretty much all he was looking for in a hole, so. He pulled back, added the second one, and pushed them both in—much tighter, and Brandon jerked and hissed in a breath. Andrew looked up, worried that he'd hurt him or something, but then Brandon pushed back on him.
"You're fine, go ahead," he said.
"Stick it in?" Andrew asked.
"Is that all three?"
"No, two."
"Then do three. I meant don't worry, I'm fine. I'll tell you if I'm not."
Andrew tried, but there was enough resistance that it was almost difficult. He pulled back and did two again, trying a few different angles and pushing them all the way in, until he noticed that Brandon's hands gripping the sheets on his bed were also being used to thrust himself backward. He added the third finger and got them all in; when he tried that all-important reach-around thing, his left hand awkwardly going around Brandon's dick while he pushed the fingers of his right hand all the way down to their third knuckle, he felt Brandon squeeze down on his hand while he muttered, "Oh, fuck."
"Okay?" Andrew asked. He pushed his fingers in a few more times while his other hand squeezed up and down on his dick and Brandon's breathing changed as he dropped his head down to the bed and pushed back. That was hot, too.
"I'm good now. Fuck me," Brandon said. Andrew was more than ready to do so; he pulled his fingers out, got a couple of the wipes and cleaned them off quickly, then added some lube to his dick and lined it up. He forgot that his dick was bigger and longer than his fingers and tried to push in too hard, stopping when he heard, a gasp and then, "Fuck."
"Sorry," he said. "Slower?"
"A little. At first."
It didn't take as long as he thought it might; when Brandon started pushing back on him again, he put both hands on his hips and went harder. He heard him mutter something else, but his voice had gone a little higher and he was still pushing back, so Andrew kept it up. This was great, he thought—he'd done doggy style several times with Tara, but the angle was different, and even with the lube and the stretching, this was a lot tighter than any girl he could remember being with. The angle was perfect, actually, for pulling him back by his hips as he thrust forward.
Brandon's hands gripped bunches of the top sheet and he lowered his face down to the mattress, but he kept his ass up, spreading his legs wider and moaning, muttering something. Andrew let himself go entirely, slamming into him so hard that he pushed him down on the bed, both hands on his shoulders. Fuck yes. Tara had never let him go this hard and the chick before her had been a sexual n00b and said it hurt when he went too fast. He was going to cum and didn't quite want to yet—this was far too awesome to be over yet—so he stopped and pulled back quickly, one hand giving his balls a hard twist.
Brandon raised up a little and looked over his shoulder. "Did you—" He saw what he was doing then and flipped on to his back. "Thank god," he said, as Andrew leaned over him again and he lifted his legs up a little. "I was hoping you weren't done."
"Huh uh. Almost, but I'm good now." He'd seen this position in a few of the videos he'd downloaded and thought he knew what to do, but it took a minute to get the angle right. As soon as he pushed in, he glanced at Brandon's face, saw his eyes roll up and felt him breathe out, then adjusted his angle so that he could push in all the way, pull back almost entirely, then thrust forward again in long, hard movements. Brandon's mouth was open as he panted and made more of those wanting sounds, which Andrew decided was pretty fucking hot, and then he remembered that he had to make sure he came too.
Since he wasn't moving that fast, he could lean back on his knees while still going at it, so he did that, one arm holding up one of Brandon's legs, and reached for his dick with the other; it was rock fucking hard and the head was wet with pre-cum, and when he closed his hand around it and started sliding it up and down, Brandon's ass clenched on him and he almost lost it again. He slowed and concentrated on Brandon's dick, speeding up his hand and grunting when he felt him clench and squirm; the angle made it almost like jacking himself off, just curved up the other way, and he went a little faster, looking forward to making him cum.
"Don't fucking stop moving," Brandon said breathlessly.
"Huh?" Andrew slowed his hand and looked up at him.
"Come on—fuck me. That's good, but I can do that myself."
"I thought I was supposed to make you cum," Andrew said, and gave the head of his dick a deliberate squeeze.
"Keep fucking me like that and I will."
"Really?" That was interesting. "Without me touching you? Can that happen?"
"No, but if you wait until you're about to, and then do it while going really hard, I will."
"Works for me." Andrew pulled back a little and slammed into him hard again, and this time, when Brandon's eyes rolled up and he moaned, Andrew decided to see if he could push it one farther, why not? He put both hands under his hips and hoisted him up a little, then leaned forward, grabbing both of his forearms and holding them down to the bed. He heard what he thought was a gasp and looked up quickly, feeling uncertain at the surprised, intense look on Brandon's face. "Sorry," he said reluctantly. "Too rough? Want me to let you go?"
"No."
Andrew licked his lips, squeezed his arms harder, and thrust forward once, watching his face carefully. "You like this, too?" He did it twice more, slowly, then half a dozen more, hard and fast. "You want to take it like this?"
"Oh my god," Brandon muttered. "Fuck. Fuck."
Andrew had never heard his voice like that before; he was gasping in shallowly and making little moaning sounds again, which was all actually really fucking hot. He took that as a yes and leaned forward more, putting more of his weight on Brandon's arms to pin him down and fuck him hard. He forgot that he was supposed to jack him off again when he got close himself, and he was startled almost into pulling back when Brandon's eyes rolled up again, he moaned like it was pulled out of him and he couldn't help it, and his whole body spasmed. Andrew felt wetness hit his stomach and he looked down, totally shocked to see that he was cumming. His dick spurted several times, and each time his ass clenched hard, squeezing down on Andrew's dick, and he had one more second before he started to cum himself, slamming the last few times as hard as he could.
He pulled out and fell onto his back next to Brandon, who was still gasping and trying to catch his breath. "Holy shit," he said after a moment. "I thought you said you couldn't cum without being touched."
"I never have before," Brandon said softly, looking up at his ceiling.
"Oh." Andrew took a last huge breath and sat up to peel the condom off. "Where's this go?"
"There's a basket over there." Brandon also let out a breath and then sat up. Andrew got up and went around the bed to drop it in, then he grabbed the container of wipes and pulled out a handful. He wiped himself off and tossed them in the trash can too, noticing that Brandon was studying the red marks on his arms that would probably be bruises later.
"Um, sorry."
"It's fine," Brandon said, sounding amused. He snorted. "In case you couldn't tell, I liked it." He reached for the wipes himself and Andrew re-dressed while he cleaned himself up and also re-dressed, this time pulling a hoodie on over his t-shirt. He walked back over to his computer and Andrew followed, flopping back down on the couch as Brandon stood at the window and looked down as they could hear a car approaching. "Will's here," he announced.
"Good," Andrew said, taking the bowl when Brandon handed it to him. "That fucker owes me twenty bucks."
"Good luck."
"Did he ever pay you for watching the baby when he showed up at Eddie's with him because his baby momma was out of town?"
Brandon took back the pipe from Andrew and lit up as he settled back down in his computer chair. "Nope. And I'm out unless he's going to buy me some vodka."
"Good plan," Andrew said, watching Brandon spray the air with an aerosol can and then put away all of his smoking gear to prepare to freeze out Will until he paid up. I just had gay sex, he thought. And...it was fucking awesome.
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They did it again a week later, and Andrew was going to seriously be in trouble both at school and with his parents if he skipped one more time, but he almost didn't care? They went at it almost the exact same way as before, and this time, though Brandon didn't cum just from getting fucked, it seemed like he was really close when Andrew realized that he was about to, so he quickly took one hand off Brandon's arm and put it on his dick instead, sliding it quickly up and down. He squeezed the head and Brandon started to cum at the same time Andrew did, and it was so good he could hardly breathe.
After he pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, he contemplated the jizz on his hand. Brandon held out a wipe to him, but he was curious, and he did really enjoy eating pussy, so he licked his hand and then immediately regretted it. "Ugh! No!" he said, actually flinching. Brandon cracked up, laughing so hard that he dropped the wipe and fell backwards on the bed, and Andrew looked at him for two seconds before launching forward and wrestling him down to wipe his hand on his face.
"Asshole," Brandon remarked as Andrew let him go and pushed back, still snickering and then getting another wipe from the container. "Like that's fucking scary." He swiped a finger through one of the streaks that was on his stomach and put it in his mouth defiantly, then used the wipe to clean off his cheek and torso. Andrew watched him taste his own cum and thought that was fucking hot, too.
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Two things happened the week after that, during which time Andrew had been doing a lot of thinking about himself. The first was the conversation that happened at Eddie's when Claudia told them that she'd recently found out that her brother had been screwing around with a (male) roommate of his despite still insisting that he was straight, and although she'd agreed to not tell their parents, she was annoyed with him and insisted that he just accept himself.
"Because, the last time I checked, being a guy and sleeping with a guy makes you gay," she said, and turned to Brandon for confirmation. "Right?"
He was in the middle of taking a huge hit from the joint he'd brought and waited until he exhaled and passed it on to answer. "Not necessarily," he said.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess he could be bi."
"No, I mean, he could still be straight."
She rolled her eyes. "And quote-unquote 'messing around' with his roommate? Who is also a guy, did I mention?"
"Yeah, but if it's just sex." Brandon shrugged. "Guys don't think about sex like girls do. Maybe he's just bored, and they were both into it, so why not?"
Claudia looked at Andrew and Luke, who were both on the sofa across from her chair. "You guys are straight. Have you ever had sex with another guy because you were bored?"
"Nah," Luke said.
"Yeah," Andrew said carelessly. Everyone looked at him, and he nearly panicked, part of him screaming to make it a joke, because he wasn't for sure and he wasn't ready and oh shit. He turned to Luke. "You don't remember when we made sweet love?"
"Not likely," Luke said.
"Dick! How can you forget me! It was romantic as hell."
"As hell," Brandon said to Mark, who was next to him on the other sofa.
"I have heard that there's a special place in hell for gays," Mark said. "So maybe it was."
"That's true," Brandon said thoughtfully. "My special place is going to be carpeted in pot and I'm going to have evil rock and roll playing all the time."
"Just make sure it's truly evil," Kylen said. "If Satan is being nice enough to designate you your own special spot, you don't piss off the host by playing someone that found Jesus." She held up a finger at Mark. "So no Megadeth, since Dave Mustaine is BFF with God now."
Mark looked at Brandon. "I'm not coming to visit you in hell if you're not playing Megadeth."
Brandon shrugged. "I'm not visiting anyone in heaven if I can't be gay there."
"You'll just have to meet somewhere in the middle, like New York," Luke said, then he looked at Andrew. "And, I'm sorry bro, I love you, but unless you can sprout a big pair of tits, I am not into you."
"But not out of the question," Andrew said quickly. "I have nipples."
"That's nice," Luke said. "But do you have tits."
"Oh." Andrew looked down at his chest. "No."
"So romantic," Kylen said wistfully. "All I ever want is a guy to care about nothing else in the world than my tits."
"Well, then you're in the right neighborhood!" Luke said. Kylen threw her lighter at him; it missed and slid underneath the edge of one of the armchairs, and she demanded he retrieve it.
"I still think my brother's gay," Claudia said to Brandon.
"Good for you," he said. "You need to not tell him what he is and let him decide for himself."
"Fine, he can," she said. "But by definition, straight guys don't have sex with guys."
"By whose definition?"
She gave him a look. "Now you're just being an asshole because I disagreed with you."
"A little," he agreed. "But I'm serious: whose definition are you going by? There are actually a lot of straight people who have had gay experiences or gay sex who are still straight. And the opposite—there are plenty of gay people and lesbians who didn't figure it out until later, or tried to be 'normal' and fucked around with opposite-sex others who are still gay."
Kylen pointed at him. "Nuh uh! I'm going to decide for you that it means you're straight! No matter what you say or who you actually like! It's irrelevant that you were just messing around and trying it out, because I'm taking my understanding of an outdated definition of sexuality and pasting it over you!"
"And that makes you a bitch," Brandon said.
"Fuck you guys," Claudia said, rolling her eyes. "I know my brother and you don't. He just won't admit it."
"Maybe he doesn't like labels," Mark suggested. "Lots of people don't. Besides, is it even your business who he's messing around with?"
"That too," Brandon said. "You said you 'found out'. Did he tell you? That he was messing around with his roommate?"
"No," she said. "Me and my dad went to pick him up to go to our grandfather's birthday, and I went up to his apartment while Dad waited in the car, and he wasn't answer his phone but the door was unlocked, and I saw him sleeping in Mike's bed with him. I asked him later at the party when he was going to come out to our parents and he said he wasn't because it was 'just messing around' and he accidentally fell asleep there."
Brandon rolled his eyes. "Jesus, leave him alone."
"I just want him to admit it and move on with his life!" She looked at Mark now. "If you had sex with a guy, would you still be straight?"
"No idea," he said. "I've never had sex with a guy."
"Because you're straight." She turned to Brandon. "Think about this. Have you ever had sex with a straight guy? No, because—"
"Yes," he said pointedly.
She stopped and gave him an impatient look. "No," she repeated. "Because then, they're not straight."
"Yes," he repeated back. "Because it was just sex, and nothing more, and they're only attracted to females. I told you: guys don't think about sex like most chicks do. We can just get off with someone and then move on, and it doesn't have to mean a goddamn thing."
"Yes, it does, it means that they're at least a little bit gay!"
"Jesus fuck, can you please shut up?" Luke said. "You seriously are being a bitch right now."
"Why do you care? You're not secretly messing around with a guy and calling yourself straight, are you? My brother just needs to admit it and come out and move on."
His mood changed from exasperated to pissed off, and Andrew glared at Claudia too for getting under his best friend's skin about it; Luke was generally really chill and patient, but it ran out quickly when it came to gay issues. "No, I'm not," he said. "But I don't have half my grandparents because one of my mothers had a sister who kept pressuring her to come out, and when she finally did, they kicked her out of the family for being a lesbian and didn't come to her wedding and they've never even seen me. So shut the fuck up." He paused. "And leave your brother alone—if he's gay, he'll come to it. If he's not and he's just fucking around for shits and giggles, there's nothing wrong with that and it's none of your goddamn business."
"Exactly," Brandon said. Claudia rolled her eyes and got up to leave, Kylen started clapping, and Andrew realized he had yet more thinking to do.
The second thing that happened, two days after that group conversation, was that he met Sabrina, and for the next two years, she was almost his entire life, and that was fine. He forgot about almost anything (and anyone) else, because she was the only thing. After they broke up, he met Rachel right away, and then there was the absolute exquisite hotness of Lauren, and then, finally, there was Liona, who was perfect in every way.
She was bisexual, she told him after a few weeks, with no nonsense about it; she just thought he should know, but she'd needed to make sure she really liked him first, and she needed to make sure that he wouldn't be a pig about it like some guys were. He remembered, then, and said that he might be too? There had been a thing that happened—more than once, actually—and he'd really liked it, but he wasn't sure at the time and still wasn't, since he'd only been with girls since? She nodded thoughtfully and then asked him what he wanted to do for dinner, which was exactly what he needed as he was both hungry and questioning himself again a little worriedly.
He eventually married her; he also eventually determined that yes, he was very bisexual, and his previous experience was not due to boredom or just wanting to get off. He determined it with her right beside him, and ever after when they had friends over—friends of all varieties, why the fuck not?—she was there, and he was happy.