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Chapter 4: Kenny

I woke up suddenly in the morning, in Teddy’s bed. He was naked under the blanket next to me, on his back, his mouth slightly open. My first sensation was shock. Why am I shocked? A knock came at the door. Someone had been knocking. 

“Oh shit,” I muttered quietly to myself, sitting up, weighing my options.”

Three sharp raps repeated on Teddy's door, and then Mom's voice, tight with that specific worry she gets when something is slightly off from her expectations.

"Teddy, wake up. I'm worried about…"

The door opened.

I was on my back in Teddy's bed, the blanket pulled to my chest, nothing on underneath it. Teddy was still out cold beside me, his eyes closed. I felt the blood leave my head completely.

My mom stood in the doorway in her work clothes, keys in hand, her expression shifting from worried to confused.

"Oh," she said. "There you are." 

The worry in her voice dissolved. "I was scared when you weren't in your room."

"Umm, yeah," I said. "I just..."

"You just missed your brother," she said, already nodding, already satisfied with this explanation she had constructed entirely on her own. "That's sweet."

"Umm, yeah."

She tilted her head. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"No."

"Okay then." She pulled the door back toward her. "See you boys later. Don't be late for school. I'm off to work."

The door clicked shut. I heard her footsteps go down the hall, down the stairs, and then the sound of the front door closing behind her.

I lay there and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

I sat there letting the shock wear off, toying with my morning wood absentmindedly. Teddy stirred beside me a minute later, rolling toward me and blinking at the ceiling. He looked over at me. I looked back at him.

"Mom came in," I said.

He closed his eyes. "When?"

"Like five minutes ago."

"What did she say?"

I told him. When I got to the part about missing his brother, he smiled slowly, and then the smile became a laugh, his chest moving.

"She's going to tell this story at Christmas," he said.

"She thought I had a bad dream."

He laughed harder at that. I started laughing too, and then we were both lying there in the early morning doing nothing productive, and it felt completely fine. We weren’t even late for school yet.

When it settled down, I stared at the ceiling again.

"Kenny seemed pretty into it the other day," I said. "When he caught us."

Teddy looked over. "Yeah."

"I just mean, like, he deserves to get some action."

Teddy was quiet for a moment. He looked at the ceiling. "I'm not really like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"With other guys." He paused. "I just like girls. And you."

I thought about that for a second. The way he said it, flat and certain and unbothered. 

"Yeah," I said. "No, I get that. I really get that."

He turned his head toward me, and there was a specific look on his face that I had come to recognize recently.

"But he can watch," Teddy said.

I looked at him, my eyes widening. "What?"

"Invite him over. Let him watch the freakshow."

I stared at him for another second. Then I got up and started looking for my clothes.

—[]—

I found Kenny between second and third period, at his locker, looking like someone who had not slept particularly well.

"You should come over after school," I said.

He turned. "Yeah?"

"Teddy said he… wants an audience."

Kenny stood there with his locker open and said nothing for a moment. He looked down the hallway, then back at me. He nodded once, trying to be casual about it, doing a poor job.

"Cool," he said, his voice skipping a little, his hand shaking a little bit. "Yeah. I'll come over."

He absolutely could not stop smiling for the rest of the day. I saw him twice more in the halls and he had the same expression both times. I liked the effect it had on him.

—[]—

Kenny arrived around four, backpack over one shoulder, attempting a normal energy and not quite accomplishing it. Mom wouldn’t be home for hours. The house was ours.

The three of us ended up in Teddy's room pretty quickly, standing around, wondering how this was supposed to start. No one seemed ready to be the first one to go for it. We chatted about unimportant things for a minute, until Teddy solved this by sitting down in his chair, leaning back, and letting his growing boner show fully through his pants. He was looking at Kenny and me with a very simple expression.

"So," Kenny said.

"So," Teddy said.

That was enough. Teddy looked at me and I crossed the room and got on my knees.

Kenny found a spot on the edge of the bed behind us, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees. He was quiet at first, just watching as I undressed my older genetic lookalike from the waist down. I was aware of Kenny there in my peripheral vision. It was very different from being alone with Teddy. It changed something. The awareness of being seen added a lot of adrenaline to an already taboo and thrilling experience.

I noticed that Teddy felt it too. I could tell by the way he was talking, more than he usually did, deliberate about it.

"Come on," he said at one point, one hand in my hair, guiding me. "Show him how good you are at that."

From behind us, Kenny said, "Push his head down more."

Teddy looked over my shoulder at him, then back down at me. He did not comply, but he smiled. I felt the smile without seeing it directly.

"You don't get a vote," Teddy said.

"I'm just saying."

Kenny watched. He had his hands on his knees, gripping them. He was starting to look like a man under genuine physical strain.

When I stood up, dropping my pants and pulling Teddy up with me, we started to make out, letting our hard dicks press into each other. The way we got more physical with each other was new. It was like a mix of dancing and wrestling while we sucked each other’s mouths. We moved to the living room by random chance as we bounced around from wall to wall, pressing each other against the cool paint and feeling the pressure build. Kenny followed at a slight distance like he was worried about the terms of his invitation.

The living room was bigger, and the couch was there, and everything about it felt less contained. It was riskier somehow, even with the house to ourselves. We were more exposed, doing something even more wrong than we already were.

Kenny settled into the armchair across from the couch, watching with full attention as I returned my mouth to Teddy’s dick. 

At some point Kenny asked, "Can you turn him around," and Teddy did turn me around without commenting on the fact that he'd just taken a direction from Kenny. I registered this and said nothing, arching my back and giving Teddy access to do what he does best with me.

But he tried something new this time. He leaned down and started licking my ass, right up from my taint to my hole. 

“That feels so fucking good,” I moaned into the cushion.

“I bet,” Kenny said, gripping himself through his pants. I wondered why he hadn’t whipped it out yet, but that was up to him, I guess.

We ended up in the kitchen at some point, and I leaned against the counter, presenting my ass to him again. 

“Kenny, grab the bottle off my nightstand,” he said quickly, keeping his eyes on me.

Kenny obeyed immediately trotting out the doorway and returning in seconds. Teddy grabbed the bottle and added the squirts before jamming it into me rather quickly. 

“Fuck yeah,” I said as I felt the deep penetration I had come to love.

As the pounding started to take off, Kenny leaned against the doorway and watched with his arms crossed, seemingly happy to observe.

"You two really do look exactly alike," he said.

"We know," Teddy and I said in unison, having heard it our whole lives.

He was grinning. He was also, I noticed, slowly losing the battle with his own composure. His arms were no longer crossed. He was fidgeting and grabbing his bulge, almost ready to take his pleasure from the voyeurism. I could tell.

We ended up back in my room, which used to be our shared room, because that's where the mirror was.

It was Teddy's idea. He looked at the mirror on the back of the closet door, then looked at me. I looked at the mirror. I understood.

He angled it. I picked up his phone from the desk and set it against the lamp, facing us. Teddy raised an eyebrow at the phone. I shrugged.

"For reference," I said.

He laughed once through his nose as he lined himself up with me again. I was on my back, looking up at him, seeing real love in his eyes, not just lust, as he stretched me out once again. 

We hadn't looked at each other in the mirror yet. I guess if Kenny was getting to see what this looked like, I wanted to see too, from every angle. 

We saw it now, both of us, and the fact of how much we looked alike from this angle, side by side, was honestly striking on its own. I get why Kenny pointed it out like that. In porn, you don’t normally see two very similar looking people doing it.

"This is insane," Teddy said.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said.

"Definitely not," he said, and reached down to grab my meat, slicking it up with the excess of lube still on his hand. It felt almost too good, but he stopped before he gave me a premature finale..

Kenny finally took his dick out, quietly, without announcing it. He just settled back on the desk chair with his thick situation in hand and started working on it slowly, clearly already edging himself, keeping his pleasure level right at the threshold. He looked like he had been waiting to do this for some time.

I shifted, getting an idea, wondering how Teddy would react to it, then going for it. I slid out from underneath Teddy, turned him around, and got on top of him.

I lined myself up with his hole.

He sucked his lips into his mouth, clearly surprised, but not unwilling. I pressed forward, my entire body pulsing with the anticipation of what real penetration would feel like.

The first moment of it stopped my brain entirely. I had to stay still for a few seconds just to stay in the room. In the mirror I could see Teddy's hands on my hips and my own face, which had an expression on it I didn't recognize. I looked like someone receiving news.

We started moving and somewhere in the middle of it, with my eyes half on the mirror and half nowhere, I said it.

"I was awake," I said. "When you were jerking it. All those years. Every time. I was doing it with you."

Teddy's grip tightened on my hips. He kept moving his body against me, giving me the same feeling I had given him as he took my whole dick in slowly. 

"I knew," he said.

"You did?"

"I've always known."

I stayed with that for a moment, the years of it, the two of us six feet apart in the dark doing the same thing and neither of us saying a word, and I started laughing. Teddy started laughing. Kenny looked between us like he had missed a meeting.

I finished suddenly inside Teddy, my virgin body unable to take so much stimulation directly to my dick. It was the first time I had done this inside someone, and the difference was a wild rush of emotions.. My whole body went rigid and then loose and I stayed where I was, catching my breath, while Teddy reached between us to finish himself.

"No," I said, and I moved. "Finish inside me. Like always."

We shifted quickly. I got on my back and Teddy got back where he belonged, pressing into me quickly. Even after cumming, I felt the specific relief of him being inside my body, and he lasted about forty-five seconds before he announced, "Here it comes," and it surely came, with both his hands gripping my shoulders and his face against my neck.

Kenny had approached us closely at this point, his face basically watching Teddy taint pulse while he rubbed himself furiously.

"I'm gonna bust," he announced.

Teddy looked up. "Go ahead. Shower us."

I closed my eyes.

Kenny stepped over us from the side of the bed just as he released a series of watery, warm, white spray over both of us. There was a lot of it, and he made a sound of relief that suggested he had been holding that back all day. It landed warm and we stayed still for it, both of us with our eyes closed.

Kenny started laughing while he was still cumming.

“This is crazy,” he said, milking the last of his drops onto my chest.

We were all silent for a beat.

"That was hot," the three of us said almost in unison, making us chuckle as a group, in a way that felt strangely uncomplicated.

Kenny found a box of tissues on the desk and passed it around. He cleaned himself up, found his pants and tucked in his junk before swinging his backpack onto his shoulder.

"I've got homework," he said, shrugging.

"Me too," Teddy said, reaching for his phone.

Kenny pointed at both of us in a single gesture, the same way he had pointed at me at the front door weeks ago, and let himself out. I heard him go down the stairs, heard the front door, heard nothing after that.

Teddy walked his bare ass out of the room, and came back a moment later with his laptop. He started doing his work on my bed, next to me, just because.

—[]—

That night I brought my bed into Teddy's room.

I didn't say anything about it. I just moved it, frame and mattress in pieces, through the door and against the far wall. Teddy was at his desk when I started and he watched me for a moment without speaking.

"Good idea," he said, and turned back to his screen.

I set the frame up and dropped the mattress on it and stood back and looked at the room. Two beds, two desks, two of everything, the same four walls.

"I'm just going to be sleeping in your bed anyway," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "Probably."

My parents noticed at some point over the next couple days. My mom stood in the doorway one night and looked at the room for a moment.

"Did you move your bed in here?"

"Yeah," I said.

She looked at Teddy. He looked back at her.

"We missed each other," I said.

She looked at the room for another moment, then nodded, like she loved the idea.

"Okay," she said. "Dinner is ready."

That was the whole thing. Nobody pushed it further.

—[]—

We're kind of like open boyfriends to this day. I don't know what else to call it. We don't call it anything, actually. We just live in the same room, and do what we do, and if anyone has noticed or cares about any of it, they haven't said anything to me about it.

And I'm good with that.