Beautiful Lie

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Beautiful Lie 04

I leaned in and kissed Tommy. His soft lips felt so good to be back pressed against mine. He pushed his tongue at my mouth, but we were both interrupted by a...not so expected visitor.

They looked at us almost knowingly. I felt like a deer caught in headlights. Tommy didn't seem too worried. Of course, this isn't his family he has to deal with. Grandma and Aunt Nancy apologized and walked out, closing the door behind them.

"I am so screwed," I groaned, sitting on my bed and burying my face in my hands. Tommy sat next to me and started rubbing my back.

"You're not screwed. It didn't even look like they cared." he said calmly.

"How you can sit there and be so calm is beyond me." I said.

"Maybe if you go down there and see how they are then maybe you can put your fears to rest?"

"I guess, but...would you mind coming down there with me?"

"Sure, no problem." He grasped my hand and kissed it gently. I stood up and led the way downstairs into the kitchen. I saw that my mom, grandma, and aunt were cooking while the men were in the living room watching some game on TV. When I walked in with Tommy's hand in mine I really didn't have to say anything at all. Aunt Nancy and grandma just nodded at me and smiled. That gave me a smooth reassurance that I really needed, but there's still no answer from grandpa or Uncle Tim. I walked in the living room, still holding hands with Tommy, and cleared my throat. All three men looked at us, but said nothing. Dad immediately turned his attention back to the TV. He's used to this so it's not like it's anything different to him. Grandpa just gave me a quick grin then turned back to the TV. Uncle Tim did the same as the other two, but gave me more of a smile rather than a quick grin or look. Tommy squeezed my hand and grinned.

"This was all a set up," I said. I walked back in the kitchen and glared at my mom. Tommy was no longer in my hands so it made it easier to move.

"Why would you think it was me?" she asked in a quizzical tone.

"Oh, come on," I groaned. I opened the fridge and got some grapes. "And you know about this too, didn't you?" I asked Tommy.

"Uh...yeah," he smiled.

"Gosh, outsmarted by my own mother. What is going on with me?"

Everyone let out a small laugh. The doorbell suddenly rang and I ran to get it. My brother was standing on the other side.

"Brian, I thought you were staying here?" I asked him.

"I am," He walked in and hung his coat up. "I just got back from a friends house." His face kind of took on a shade of red. I suddenly began digging at his only known weakness.

"You have a girlfriend," I mocked.

"Shut up," he groaned. He walked in the kitchen and kissed mom on the cheek. They started talking it up, but I couldn't let this drop. I just had to figure out if he had a girlfriend or not.

"So, come on. Do you have a girlfriend or not?" I asked. Tommy sat at the dining room table whereas I decided to stand in front of Brian so he couldn't escape. Although, there is more than one way to escape the kitchen.

"Maybe," he said bluntly.

"Maybe? Come on kid I know you better than that." I said.

"Just maybe,"

"Can you tell me if we go in my-"

"I said maybe fag," he said harshly. The house suddenly grew eerily quiet. Everyone stared at Brian. He really just called me a fag. He doesn't even know I'm gay. Calling me a fag just isn't something I could handle. So, I turned quickly and hastily walked up to my room. I slammed my door behind me and fell on my bed, crying.

A knock on my door drew my back to reality, but I didn't even care who it was. That is, I didn't care who it was until I actually knew who it was.

"Hey," Tommy said quietly. He came and sat next to me. I was facing away from him and had no intention of facing him so he could see how weak I was. "He didn't mean it, Zac. He doesn't even know."

"He called me a fag, Tommy. What does it matter if he knew or not? He's my brother. He's not supposed to say that stuff to me either way." I cried. I felt his hand lie on my back.

"I know, Zac, but he feels really bad now considering your mom kind of...set him straight."

"Tell me she didn't tell him I'm gay."

"I could say that, but I'd be lying."

"Great," I would have said more, but there was another knock at my door. "I don't want to talk to him." I sat up and whispered roughly to Tommy.

"All right, I'll tell him." Tommy said softly. He walked out and I heard muffled talking. Then I heard someone walking away and someone walking in. Luckily for me, it was Tommy. "He wanted me to tell you he is really sorry."

"Whatever," I sighed.

Tommy wrapped an arm around me and smiled. "It'll all work out and you'll come to forgive him."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you love him and he loves you."

"Well, of course I want to forgive him, but I have no intention of doing it today."

"So, what are you gonna do?"

"I could stay up here with you,"

"You could,"

"And we could make out,"

"We could," he smiled. I leaned forward and started to kiss him. It wasn't until mom called us down for lunch that I realized we had been making out for about an hour. "That was awesome,"

"I can't believe we did it for an hour," I laughed.

"Yeah, you have a lot of stamina. I was worried about passing out." he laughed, but he saw the seriousness on my face and stopped. "Hey, I was only kidding. I was perfectly okay. More than okay even."

"Yeah, you're right. What was I thinking?" We walked downstairs hand-in-hand and sat down at the table. Brian was in the kitchen, but when he noticed us sit he did as well. I was trying my best to ignore him, but he wouldn't stop staring at me. "Is there something you want?" I threw a little bit of venom in my voice.

"I just wanna say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you a fag. You know I love you." he said nicely. I knew this was true.

"I know, but if you ever say that f-word again I will kick your ass." I joked.

"Yes, sir." He saluted me and laughed.

"Tommy, when is our next date?" I asked him. Lunch was excellent as always. Mom made her famous grinders.

"Well, I have to work tomorrow, but if you want we can go after. I actually get off at five." he said. We were lying next to each other on my bed.

"Is that okay? Won't you be tired?" I asked.

"Maybe, but I wanna see you." he said.

"All right," I excitedly said. "I had a dream about Hunter on Saturday night."

"You did? What was it about?"

"Well, me and him were just talking. He told me that it was okay to be with you and that I shouldn't feel guilty about anything. And he said he still loves me." I said, tears coming in my eyes.

"You shouldn't feel guilty about anything. Nothing was your fault. Not our date and especially not the accident." Tommy said reassuringly.

"I know, but it just hurts that he's gone. I still wake up and try to think it's all a bad dream."

"I'm sure you do,"

"Tommy I didn't mean that I regret meeting you, because I don't. It's just...hard."

"No, I know, sorry. I know how you feel about him and it doesn't bug me at all." he said. This is the reassurance I needed to hear from him.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," I giggled.

"Me neither,"

I have been waiting all day for the clock to show five. The more I looked the slower it seemed to go. Mom tried to get me to help her do things, but that only killed a few minutes. After what seemed like an eternity, five o'clock finally hit and I awaited Tommy's phone call so anxiously everyone thought I was going to explode. At exactly 5:03 my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered happily.

"Hey," Tommy responded.

"So..."

"I'm on my way," Tommy laughed. "Is it okay if I change at your house?"

"Yeah sure,"

"Okay then, see you in a little bit."

"Bye," I hung up and ran downstairs to tell my mom that he was coming. When I told her the news it seemed like even she was more relieved. As Tommy said I did in fact see him in a little bit. As soon as that doorbell rang I swung the door open and practically jumped in his arms.

"It's good to see you too," he laughed. He walked in and went immediately to the bathroom to change. As soon as he walked out he said we could go. I said my goodbyes then walked out with Tommy.

"So, where are we going?" I asked him. He opened his car door for me and I sat in. Then he walked to his side before answered.

"I was actually wondering if you'd like to come home with me?" he asked shyly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, unless you don't want to because if you don't then we could just go somewhere else and hang out or we could-"

"Tommy," I interjected, "I'd love to go home with you. You've been over to my house since we met and I haven't met your parents yet."

"All right, cool." he said. All the way to his house we never stopped talking. In the time we have known each other we have learned nearly everything about each other. How we can still talk about stuff is beyond me. We pulled up in a driveway to a marvelous house. It was only one story, but it made up in beauty. I'm not saying anything bad, don't get me wrong. It kind of reminded me of my house in a strange way. "Here we are,"

"Are we expected?" I asked.

A shy smile crept on his face. "Yeah, actually, we are. My mom has been asking about you since Saturday. She finally said she really wants to meet you and then yesterday you asked about another date so I figured today would be perfect."

"Well, I hope I live up to her standards for you." I said nervously.

"She's gonna love you," he said. He got out and opened my door. I got out and he led me to the door. As soon as he opened it I was greeted by a great smell that I can't even really describe. "Mom, I'm home. I mean, we're home."

A woman poked her head through a door and grinned widely. "Hi," She walked to us and held out her hand. I shook it timidly, but smiled.

"Mom, this is Zac Grant." Tommy said.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Hammond." I said politely.

"Please, it's Stacy. Misses is for middle-aged women." she joked.

"Mom, what's for dinner?" Tommy asked, hanging his jacket inside a closet then taking mine.

"I decided just on burgers and my homemade fries. Is that okay?" she asked both of us.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

Tommy wiped his mouth. "Duh," he giggled.

"Would you like something to drink?" Stacy asked.

"Uh, sure, do you have any ginger ale?" I replied. She stuck her hand in the fridge and pulled out two cans.

"Tommy loves ginger ale," she said.

"Really? I didn't know that."

"I guess drinks are one thing we didn't get to," Tommy laughed. "Come on, let's go to my room."

"Dinner will be ready soon, but I'll call you when it is ready." Stacy shouted to us.

Tommy was in a hurry to get me in his room. Once I stepped in I felt why. His lips quickly met mine and his tongue was soon in my mouth. He started feeling me up which was turning me on so much. I had to pull back before I exploded in more ways than one. It's weird though, of all the time we've made out I've never felt that strongly aroused.

"Your moms nice," I said.

"She is," he said.

"Where's your dad?"

"He...uh...is at work actually." he stuttered. I could tell that that was something he'd rather not talk about so I changed the subject to us, or me and him.

"Since we've met each others' parents does that make us official?" I pulled him back into me and smiled.

"Hmm, I think it does." he said with a hint of sarcasm.

I whispered, "Can you do it properly?"

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Will you make me the happiest person alive by being my boyfriend?"

A huge smile grew on my face and I blushed like crazy. "I'd love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, but will you be mine?"

"Absolutely," he said quickly.

"Ah, I haven't been this happy since Hunter." I sighed.

"I wish I would've known him. He sounds like quite a guy from what you say about him." Tommy said. I knew he wasn't being sarcastic at all. He's told me before that he doesn't mind when I talk about Hunter because it helps me get through the grief of having lost him.

"He was," He led me to his bed and we lied down. He spooned me from behind and kissed my neck. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot,"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yeah, I am. Everything about me is virgin for sure." he giggled. "Are you?"

"Mostly," I said embarrassingly. "All except my...mouth."

"Well, that's okay." Tommy said. "Is it too soon to say I love you?"

"I don't think so," I said playfully.

"Then I love you, Zac."

"I love you too, Tommy." We stayed snuggled up and talked about nothing unparticular until his mom called us for dinner. We walked in the dining room and my mouthed started watering.

"I hope you boys are hungry," Stacy said.

"I am never not hungry," I laughed.

"Well, good. I made just a couple extra burgers so if you actually are still hungry you can always have seconds."

Tommy served me a plate loaded with fries and a burger. As soon as they both sat at the table I started eating.

"Wow, Stacy, these burgers are...fantastic!" I said hungrily.

"Thank you," she smiled. Tommy rolled his eyes and smiled at me. After we ate Stacy said that I could spend the night if I wanted too. Tommy stepped in and told her that I'd think about it. He then grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I made sure to tell Stacy thanks for dinner before he pulled me to far away.

"Do you want to spend the night?" he asked me with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Um..."

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable with that," he said. It's true, I'm not to comfortable spending the night at anyone's house, but especially Tommy's.

"Actually, I think I would like to spend the night with you. Would it be all right if you took me home to get my stuff?" I asked him shyly.

He was silent for a little bit. I couldn't tell if he was upset or excited, but finally he smiled and ran out of his room. I could hear him telling his mom that I was spending the night and that he was gonna take me home to get my stuff really fast. He ran back in his room and stopped on a dime.

"Ready?" he asked.

I tried my best to hold in my laughter, but I failed. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Let's go," he said. He grabbed his wallet and car keys then we were out the door. The drive to my house was fast and talkative.

When I walked inside everyone was in the living room watching TV including someone I didn't even know.

"Hey," I said. Everyone turned to me and either waved or said hi to me and Tommy.

"Did you have fun?" mom asked, walking in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I met his mom."

"Oh, good,"

"Is it okay if I spend the night over there?"

"Yeah, sure, go ahead."

"Thanks, mom!" I said, running up to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Tommy stayed in the kitchen while I packed my stuff. My nerves were kind of bouncing around everywhere. Sure, half of me is nervous about spending the night at Tommy's house, but the other half is telling me that it's gonna be great. What if he wants something tonight? I don't know if I am even close to being ready for giving...something. Whatever, I have to push those thoughts in the back of my mind for now. Besides, Tommy isn't even like that so I really have nothing to worry about.

"Ready," I said, interrupting my moms ranting and raving about me when I was little. She did the same thing with Hunter when we first got together and various times when we'd be together; which would basically be always. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that's Danielle. She's Brian's girlfriend." mom said.

"I knew he had a girlfriend," I smiled.

"Well, next time she's over hopefully they'll both be awake so you can meet her. She seems like a lot of fun."

"Cool," Tommy said. "It was nice talking to you, Kendra." He is always so polite. I love it.

"Same, Tommy. You boys have fun." mom said.

"Bye," I grabbed Tommy's hand and pulled him outside. Right as he shut the door I moved in and started kissing him. I pushed my tongue in his mouth furiously before running back to his car, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

"Jeez, that was...intense." he said when he opened the door for me.

I waited until he got in and started driving before I started to talk. "Yeah, well, we're boyfriends now so doesn't that give me privileges?"

"What privileges?"

"For starters, I get to kiss you whenever and wherever I want to."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really." The rest of the drive I explained a few more privileges that we both get now that we're boyfriends. It feels good to say the word "boyfriend."

When we got to his house his mom had already gone to bed. Tommy took my bag for me and led me to his room. His room seemed different than earlier. I really can't say why because I don't even know.

"Mmm," he moaned when I started kissing him.

"I'm actually tired so is it cool if we at least lay down?" I yawned. In truth, I was really tired. From what is still a mystery to me.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm tired too actually." he said. He went to his closet and took out a night shirt and sweat pants. "Do you want something else to sleep in or do you sleep in your clothes?"

"I just sleep in my clothes," I replied.

"Okay," he said. My eyes suddenly went wide as he took his shirt off and slid the other one on. I got a good look at his back which may not seem like much, but it meant a lot to me. Then, he took his pants off. My dick suddenly sprang right up. A quick FYI: I haven't gotten off in over a month so now I am feeling a little more...mischievous than I was earlier. I was so out of it I didn't hear him talking to me.

"Uh huh," I said. I had no clue what I said "uh huh" to, but hopefully it was to something useful.

"So, you do?"

"Yeah,"

Tommy just started laughing at me. "I asked you if you wanted to go skinny dipping."

"Oh," I giggled. "Sorry," He walked over and pulled his blanket down and crawled in. I started untying my shoes as he got comfortable. "Then again, if I was skinny dipping with you I wouldn't mind."

"That just boosted my ego," Tommy said excitedly.

I slid in next to him. "As if that could get any bigger,"

He slapped me playfully and rested his head on my chest. "That's not very nice,"

"Yeah, sorry,"

"You should make it up to me now,"

"And how would I do that?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Well, maybe if you kissed me I could try and forgive you."

"I guess if that'll make you feel better," He leaned up and looked into my eyes. I tilted my head forward and met his lips. I barely opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue right in. He pulled away and tried taking my shirt off. I sat up and helped him. He then kissed his way down to my pants and pulled at the button. His face was searching mine for approval. "Um, Tommy, I don't think that I can do that..."

"Okay, we don't have to then." he said.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I mean having a relationship isn't all about sex. Sex is just like an added bonus." Tommy said. This warmed my heart knowing that sex wasn't on his mind all the time. Hunter wasn't like that either, but I don't know Tommy as well as I did Hunter.

"That means a lot," I said softly.

"Can I ask you something though?" Tommy asked me shyly. He was actually turning a light shade of red.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Can I at least jack off in front of you? I am so horny right now." A devilish grin appeared on his face.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I said. Tommy pulled his pants and briefs down revealing the nicest hard-on I've ever seen; besides Hunter's that is. He took it in his right hand and began jacking off. His movement was paced, but then turned to more haste. Watching him made me desperately hard. "Can I jack too?"

"Yeah," Tommy panted huskily.

I pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I felt a little self-conscious being virtually naked in front of Tommy, but he made it seem like it wasn't a big deal. He was starting to moan and his breathing became fast and short. Hearing him was just egging me on and I hurriedly pumped myself. With one loud moan, Tommy started shooting onto his stomach. Seeing this sent me over the edge and I forcefully came onto my stomach. He sat up and reached under his bed. His hand came back into view holding a towel. Cleaning himself off he looked at me and smiled.

"That was awesome," he panted. He then handed me the towel and I wiped myself off, placing the towel back under his bed.

"Yeah," I said. "I haven't gotten off in a month."

"Me too,"

"I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, Zac."

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