When A Girl Canceled On Us 06 (Patreon)

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Chapter 6: My Childhood Bedroom

When Brandon and I came down from showering, I made him wait for a minute upstairs, so people didn’t realize we showered at the same time. Mom and Dad were chilling on the couch, and an additional head was there on the couch, sharing a blanket with them. 

"Eric!" I shouted. My brother had gotten home while we were upstairs.

The TV was on low, some Christmas special playing, and the tree lights cast that soft glow across the whole room as he stood up immediately, grinning. He pulled me into a tight hug,  smelling like Christmas, like he’d just gotten off a ride on a yule log.

He was as tall as Brandon, and basically as fit as him, and it hit me that I hadn’t felt the feeling of my head being in that tight grip of a guy’s big arms and chest since I left for college. I hadn’t seen Eric in months, and maybe some amount of homesickness was partially responsible for my willing embrace of male sodomy with my buddy.

"About time you showed up," he said. "Mom’s been pacing around like you were missing in the woods or something."

"I got here before you!" I said.

"Nope, I was out at my buddy's house. I've been home since this morning, dumdum."

My old childhood nickname, or whatever you call it. His favorite word for me. It was sweet. 

"We basically were lost in the woods," I laughed.

He pulled back and looked over my shoulder at Brandon coming down the stairs in pajama pants and a tight tee shirt, his hair still dripping a little. "And this must be the famous Brandon."

I felt my stomach tighten at the word famous. I hadn’t told him much, but the way he said it made it sound loaded.

"Yeah," I said quickly. "This is my buddy Brandon. He came with me this weekend."

Brandon stepped forward and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, man."

Eric ignored the handshake and leaned in for a big hug instead, clapping him on the back like they’d known each other for years.

Brandon froze for half a second, clearly not expecting it, then laughed and hugged him back. "Good to meet you too."

I watched the two of them, suddenly aware of everything. The way Brandon’s hand rested for a second on Eric's back. The way my brother looked between us, smiling, like he was already trying to read the situation.

"So this is the guy you’ve been talking about?" Eric asked, glancing at me.

"What? I barely mentioned him," I said, maybe a little too fast.

Mom’s voice floated in from the kitchen. "He’s mentioned you plenty, Brandon. Mostly about how you two are always together."

Brandon smirked slightly, and I felt heat creep up my neck.

"Yeah," Eric said, grinning. "Sounds like you guys are pretty tight already."

Brandon shrugged. "Just surviving frat life together."

Eric nodded, still studying us both. "Well, anyone who went camping with this idiot in the winter deserves a medal."

"He wasn’t that bad," Brandon said, glancing at me. "Mostly just complained a lot."

"Hey," I said, bumping his shoulder. "I carried the heavy stuff."

Brandon and I shared a look for a moment, almost smiling at the insinuation. Eric watched the small contact between us, the way we didn’t really pull apart afterward. He didn’t say anything, but I could see the gears turning behind his eyes.

"Alright," he said finally, clapping his hands together. "Movie night. You guys picked a good time to get back."

We all watched a movie on the couch. Mom dimmed the lights and handed out a couple big, sharable bowls of popcorn like we were little kids again. My dad took his usual spot at the end of the couch, already half focused on his phone. Eric dropped down on my other side, smelling warm, his typical smell that I got used to over the years, talking over the opening scene like he just couldn’t help but engage with us.

Brandon sat close to me, polite at first, knees together, hands folded, like he was trying to be the perfect guest. The blanket got tossed across our laps a few minutes in, something thick and soft that my mom always kept on the back of the couch.

At first it was innocent. Just shared warmth. His knee brushed mine once. Then again. Then it stayed there.

Under the blanket, his leg continued to shift. His warm thigh pressed against mine. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore. Every nerve in my body felt tuned into that single point of contact. It didn’t feel right to be intimate like that in front of everyone, but I also couldn’t really say no to Brandon, and that made it feel less wrong somehow.

He didn’t look at me. He kept his eyes on the screen, chewing popcorn like nothing was happening. But his foot hooked lightly behind my ankle, pulling our legs closer together.

I swallowed. My brother leaned forward to grab more popcorn, bumping my shoulder, and I forced myself to laugh at whatever dumb funny comment he made, even though I hadn’t heard it. I just knew it had the cadence of a joke.

Under the blanket, Brandon’s hand rested near my knee. Just sitting there. I shifted, like I was getting comfortable, and my leg slid over his. That was all the invitation he needed. His fingers brushed my knee, then settled higher toward my crotch, warm and steady.

My heart started pounding. My family was three feet away. The TV glowed across all of our faces. My mom laughed at something on screen. My dad reached for more popcorn. Eric stretched his arms over his head, letting them settle on the back of the couch, one elbow partially on my shoulder.

And under the blanket, Brandon’s thumb moved slowly back and forth across my inner thigh.

I leaned forward to grab popcorn just to hide my face. When I sat back, I let my hand drop beside my leg. It landed on his thigh and I left it there.

He inhaled softly. Not loud enough for anyone else to notice. Just enough that I felt it.

For the rest of the movie, we barely watched the screen. Our legs stayed tangled under the blanket, hands drifting, then stilling whenever someone shifted or stood up. Every accidental brush became more of a distraction in my head than the movie itself.

Eric rested his head against my shoulder at one point, completely unaware. Mom smiled at the three of us on the couch like it was some perfect family moment.

Everything looked sweet and wholesome from the outside. Inside the blanket, it felt like another special secret between us.

But the movie finally ended, and a series of contagious yawns among my family made the choice for us. It was bedtime. 

Eric went first, with quick goodnights all around, a kiss on the cheek for my mom, and a ruffle of my hair like I was a kid again. I followed shortly after, taking Brandon to the my room to “show him where he gets to sleep”. We found a sleeping bag had been tossed in there onto the floor.

“There’s your bed,” I said, kicking the sleeping bag on the floor jocularly. 

“Nah that’s yours. I’ll take the queen,” he said as he jumped rabidly into the air, landing with a somersault onto my bed. 

“I guess you’re not tired,” I said, closing the door.

“You gonna join me, baby boy?” he said with a smirk.

I chuckled and jumped in after him, climbing on top of him and looking down.

His face settled comfortably as my body weight sank onto his hips, then he looked away for a second. 

“I can’t believe people are gonna know,” he said. “I never thought something like this would happen.”

“Really?” I said, “I have to admit. Looking back, it seems like you were always really interested in me. Like, personally interested. I was the naive one who thought you were just really nice.”

“No,” he said, brushing it off, “I just thought you were really cool. And we have the same interest in girls!”

He said the last part with a note of insistence.

“Ironic,” I said, letting my hands grip his pecs over his shirt.

I felt the blood starting to flow in him, below my butt.

“I never realized how hot it would be to actually fuck you,” he said.

“Same,” I said, leaning closer to him, studying his face from this angle.

“Have you ever thought about getting with a guy before?” I asked, my hands grasping his shoulders as I rocked on his body, slowly wiggling him out of his pants with my feet.

“Not really,” he said, before hesitating. “Well…”

“What?” I said, curious.

“I mean, back home, my buddies and I had this one friend.”

He paused again.

“Yeah…?”

“He came out as gay. For a while, we would all fuck him in the ass at his house after school.”

I paused, leaning back in shock. “You WHAT!”

He shushed me while laughing.

“Yeah,” he said, acting like it was no big deal, but with a hint of shame in it. “He said we could. He said he wanted to train his ass anyway. And we were all virgins and wanted the practice, so we would take turns on him sometimes, usually with porn playing.”

My eyes stayed wide. I was getting so horny from his story that I started undressing us both as he went on.

“It became sort of a routine at his place after school. He would just lie on his stomach, pull his pants down to reveal his boy ass, and we would take turns. That’s where I learned to use vaseline for anal. Apparently it’s not even the best way to do it, but it’s the only way I know.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said as I pulled his waistband below his dick, letting the big piece of meat spring out and hit me in the face. 

I grabbed it with my hand, stroking it slowly and licking the pre-cum as it pulsed out of the end of it. 

“Yeah,” he said, his voice catching a bit as he started to enjoy my oral work. “We outgrew it eventually, and swore to each other to never tell anyone. As far as I know it didn’t even get around school, somehow.”

For a minute he just lay there as I serviced his dick. The house was quiet around us. I could just barely hear the faint clatter of dishes downstairs and the low hum of the TV still on. It made everything feel more dangerous and more intimate at the same time.

I felt him shift under me, adjusting like he was making room for me. His eyes flicked down to my mouth on his thick rod, then back up to the ceiling again.

“It’s such a sexy move when you look up at me like that,” he said softly.

I just grunted lightly, acknowledging him. He looked back down at me.

“Fuck, I’ll cum too soon.”

His eyes rolled back a bit as he closed them, the light smile on his face fading into a strained pleasure. “This is so messed up. We’re in your childhood bedroom.”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling off his dick. “And you love it.”

“You’re a freak,” he said between breaths.

His hands slid down past my ears, resting on my shoulders as I started to bob more roughly on him.

“Oh damn,” he said.

“Damn,” he repeated, like it was the only swear word he could remember in the moment.

I decided to give his dick a break so he didn’t bust right away. I lifted his muscular, heavy legs, and he helped me, grabbing the backs of his thighs. I ate out his ass while I worked my own dick. It was the hottest moment of my life, being in a comfortable bed, my home bed, and having Brandon’s body in there with me. His warmth, his bravado, his presence. 

I got so worked up, I jumped over him, dropping his legs and pressing my crotch into his face. 

“Your parents are right downstairs,” he whispered.

“Then shut up and open your mouth,” I said quietly.

He was surprised for a moment, before he stuck out his tongue and started eating my ass. I shifted for what I really needed, pressing my boner to his lips. He opened up and swallowed my rod as I pressed it in slowly. 

I was already close to finishing after all the teasing, and I leaned back down to his massive thickness, working it with my hand while I tongued the head, trying to coax out that load that I needed in the moment. 

I climaxed a minute later, and Brandon’s first taste of cum must have tasted good, because he pumped his own load into my mouth moments after. He held my hips to pause my thrusting as he adjusted to taking a load inside his mouth without choking. I stroked his girth until the last of his essence was in my mouth, and I swallowed it all this time. 

“Too much?” I whispered as I rolled over next to him, slowly turning back to lie next to him.

He shook his head. “Not even close.”

I brushed my hand down between his legs, testing him again, and he opened one eye, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t,” he whispered. “We’ll be up all night.”

I gave him a small, guilty smile and stopped.

We lay side by side, the room dim except for the Christmas lights outside the window. My heartbeat slowly settled, and his arm stayed draped across my stomach, his breath slowing down.

It felt different from the woods. Less wild. More personal. Like this time there was no excuse except that we were choosing it. No cold air, no sleeping bags, no weird adrenaline from being outside or being stood up by a girl. Just my bed, my childhood room, and the two of us deciding to cross the line yet again, like it had never stopped.

He stared up at the ceiling for a long time, like he was thinking through a hundred things at once. I didn’t ask what was going through his head.

“Your parents are, like, twenty feet away,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” I said. “And Eric is even closer.”

I gestured to the wall that I shared with his room.

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “We’re idiots.”

“Maybe,” I said again.

But neither of us moved. His hand stayed on my stomach, fingers flexing slightly every few seconds, like he just wanted to make sure I was still there. The Christmas lights flickered softly through the window, painting faint colors across the ceiling, and for a moment it felt weirdly calm as he pulled the thick, warm blanket over our bodies.

As I was falling asleep, he asked, "So, are we… ‘lovers’?"

"Ugh," I scoffed, pressing my face into his chest. "Gross."