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His Seduction

By: Phantom21



~Yes, I'm sure you've all heard this countless times before from many other readers, but this is my first attempt at a . . . er . . . sextual story, much less a gay one. But I had fun writing it, and I hope you will enjoy reading it. I think deep down, we all want to be seduced, right?

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Keith sat at the scarred wooden table working on his term paper in the small house he now called home. How he hated his business class! The only reason he was taking it in the first place was that taking it was the only way his father had agreed to pay for his schooling! His father had told him in no uncertain terms that he would take the class and than take his rightful place in the family business or else he would be cut off from his inheritance. Not that the money meant much to Keith, but he’d learned a long time ago that his father was not a person to cross. So here he was, his second year in college, and still struggling with his homework from one blasted class.

Frustrated over his homework, Keith looked around the small fraternity like house he called home with his two other roommates, brushing his black hair out of his eyes with a sigh. Being the only one still awake in the house at the moment, he could admit that they were a bunch of slobs. Just a few hours earlier, Jason had held one of his famous Friday night bash parties. Kids old enough to drink came from all over campus to relax and get friendly with anyone that looked halfway decent. Now in the early hours of dawn, the place was trashed. Cardboard pizza boxes and plastic cups littered the floors and furniture. At some time during the night, some drunken girl had managed to lose her bra, which was now hanging from the kitchen faucet. Keith was surprised that all of the partygoers had somehow managed to make it home, or to someone else’s home that was. Usually after one of Jason’s parties, most of them would be passed out around the house. 

Hearing the upstairs shower go on, Keith reluctantly turned back to face his homework. He had to get some of it done before one of his well-intentioned roommates decided to drag him out for the weekend. For some unknown reason, they felt it was their duty to take him out every other weekend and try to get him laid by some overly willing girl. Mike, his other roommate, seemed to find amusement in Keith’s less than willing attitude to get rid of his virginity. His protests that he didn’t want to just hop into bed with some unknown girl when he didn’t have time for a relationship always seemed to make his roommate laugh. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate their efforts, some of the girls they picked out were beautiful, but Keith just didn’t want some one-night stand, it didn’t feel right.

Mike was an all around good guy; everyone on campus seemed to like him. Being the lead quarterback on the football team did seem to help his popularity status, though Keith was sure it was his Californian bodybuilder good looks that really caught the eyes of all the girls. Mike was 6’1”, blond with deep ocean blue eyes and the body of a Greek God. His smile alone could melt the coldest of hearts and had many times before, Keith knew. It seemed like nearly every night Mike had some new girl squealing with delight in his bed. Unfortunately for Keith, his room was right next to Mike’s and the walls were much too thin for comfort.

A few minutes later, Mike came down the stairs in a faded pair of jeans with a towel in hand as he dried off his hair, his bare chest still glistening with water from his shower. “Morning, Keith. You’re up early.”

Keith grunted a hello and tried to keep his mind on his paper. For some reason, he never seemed to be able to concentrate when Mike was around. Sure his roommate was intimidating, but Mike was one of his very best friends, there was no reason to be nervous around him. Unless Mike was trying to foist some girl off on him again, that was.

Mike leaned against the banister and watched Keith erase half a paragraph on his paper, nearly ripping the paper in his frustration. A smile haunted his lips as he watched Keith rise and pace near the table, apparently debating with himself on certain points that he had to have in his paper. He knew his shy roommate was having problems in his business major. He’d tried to convince him that he should just drop the class and save himself an ulcer, but Keith was determined to get through the class. Poor kid never seemed to realize all the fun he was missing out on that naturally came with college life. He’d even foregone the party last night because he’d had to study and said that he wasn’t old enough to drink anyway. One of the few rules in the house was no one drank unless they were twenty-one, strictly enforced by Jason.

Keith was good looking guy though not quite as well built as Mike. His body resembled more of a surfer than a bodybuilder. Mike’s little sister, Kelly, in college with them and a year younger than Keith, had said that Keith looked like the younger brother of one of those heroes on the front of one her beloved romance novels. At 5’9”, his black hair and dark steel colored eyes had drawn many appreciative looks from girls all over campus, though he insisted he simply didn’t see it. But Mike saw it. Mike saw a lot of things. It made him smile to think he knew things about Keith that Keith didn’t even know.

Feeling impish, Mike twirled the damp towel in his hands and struck Keith in the leg with it. 

“Ouch!” Keith grabbed his leg and glared at Mike. “What the hell was that for?”

Mike shrugged and walked to the fridge to get a soda, the breakfast of champions and the only thing strong enough to battle his hangover from last night. “Just thought I’d try and help take your mind off of your studies for a moment, that’s all.”

“Geeze, sometimes you’re such a dick,” Keith said under his breath as he rubbed his now sore leg.

“Hey, Jason wants to take us out to that stripper joint he’s been telling us about for the last month. You up to going?”

Keith sighed and leaned back against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why do you two always insist on dragging me out to go see half naked girls?”

“Would you prefer fully naked? I’m sure we could arrange it.” Mike grinned. 

Keith glared at him, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “You know what I mean. Look, I’m just not interested in watching some girl parade around in her underwear while strange men throw money at her. That’s not my idea of a good time.” Keith looked down at his paper on the table beside him. “Besides, I’ve got homework I have to get done.”

“Man, you are so gay.”

Startled, Keith looked up at Mike, not sure whether he should laugh or get mad at such a bold and untrue statement. Yet something fluttered in his stomach when he looked at Mike, those deep blue eyes holding something besides amusement in their depths, but what, Keith wasn’t sure. Deciding laughter was better than picking a fight, Keith grinned, saying, “And you’re an ass.”

Mike laughed and took a swig of his Coke. Setting it on the counter, he shrugged. “Think about it man, you hardly ever date, you are never interested in the girls that drool all over you, and you just complained about being forced to go to a topless joint. Face it, you’re gay.”

“Fuck you, Mike,” Keith laughed sarcastically, shaking his head. “The only girls drooling over me are the ones that want to get closer to the blond muscle man that happens to sleep in the room next to mine. Last time I looked, they were not overly interested in the book worm.”

“You’re too hard on yourself.”

“Just being honest.”

“I think you’re gay and just don’t want to admit it.”

“Fuck you, man.”

“Better stop telling me that, or you’ll regret it.” Mike walked closer to Keith looking surprisingly like a cat hunting its prey. “If you aren’t gay, prove it.”

“Dude, lay off the alcohol for a while, will you? You’re giving me the creeps.” Keith, not liking the look on Mike’s face, started slowly backing away as Mike advanced on him. “What do you mean prove it? You mean go sleep with some nameless girl? I told you, I’m not into that. It’s cheap.”

Mike didn’t say anything, just kept advancing. When Keith turned and bolted, heading for the stairs, Mike grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, pinning his arms at his sides. Lifting weights everyday, he was definitely the stronger of the two and had no trouble keeping Keith were he was.

Keith wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Trying to calm his pounding heart, since struggling was getting him nowhere, he figured Mike was still slightly drunk from the party just a few hours earlier. Panicking would only be feeding fuel to the fire. When his roommates got drunk, Keith would usually take off since he wasn’t old enough to drink. He’d always had to deal with their hangovers, but not when they were still drunk. Now what? “Look, Mike, I’m sorry I told you to go fuck yourself, okay? I’m sorry. I’ll even go to that strip joint, I promise. I won’t even complain.”

He gritted his teeth as Mike’s hands flexed on his upper arms, knowing he was going to have bruises later. Mike had one of the strongest grips he’d ever known. “You’re hurting me, Mike.”

Mike gave him an evil grin. “Time to prove you’re not gay. Don’t disappoint me.”

Keith nearly passed out as his best friend, the most popular guy on campus, leaned down and lightly brushed a kiss against his lips. The sensations flooding through him made his heart stop. No girl had ever made him feel like this, that was for sure, but this was wrong, wasn’t it? He wasn’t gay, he should not feel this good over a feather light kiss from another guy! What the hell was going on here? What was Mike thinking? His knees almost gave out from under him when he felt the tip of Mike’s tongue trace his bottom lip. His hands reached out on their own accord and held tight to Mike’s arms to keep from sliding down to the floor, a whimper escaping him. 

Unwilling to open his mouth, Keith still felt his own lips push back with a closed mouth kiss of his own. All blood left his head, making him dizzy and harder than hell. Mike’s lips opened just enough to nip at Keith’s bottom lip evoking a small groan from Keith.

Mike pulled back from the kiss and moved to nibble on Keith’s sensitive ear. Keith closed his eyes momentarily as he felt that hot breath against his lob. What was happening to him?

Mike’s voice was low and husky, yet holding a thin line of amusement as he whispered into his friend’s ear. “You are so gay, man.”

Keith’s eyes shot open. It had all been some sick joke! A very twisted joke at that, made at his expense. But worst of all, he’d responded to the joke, his body betraying him in ways he hadn’t even thought it could. Did this mean he was gay, just like Mike had said? No, he couldn’t be gay! He liked girls!

Anger boiled in his veins as he heard Mike’s dark laugh. Not even caring that he would probably get the shit beaten out of him later for it, Keith brought his knee up and hit Mike in the crouch as hard as he could. Satisfaction flooded through him as Mike groaned out a curse and doubled over, falling to the floor holding himself and breathing heavily. Keith started up the stairs, but stopped half way up, turning back around. Rage and embarrassment flooded his face as he glared down at Mike. “Why did you . . . . If you ever tell . . . . Damn you, I’m not gay! I hope it hurts like hell, you ass!”

Fear crawled up his spine as Mike started to come to a sitting position, retaliation strong in his eyes even as he smiled. Keith didn’t wait around, but ran up the rest of the stairs. 

Jason was just coming out of his room, looking tousled from sleep and alcohol. “Dude, what was that thud down stairs? It sounded like someone was in pain.”

To angry, frightened, and confused to say anything, Keith passed him and closed himself in his room, locking the door behind him. Leaning against the door, he panted and ran his hands through his thick black hair. What just happened? Surely he hadn’t been responding to a kiss from another guy! But then why did he feel disappointed that it had been just a joke?

“I’m not gay, I’m not gay,” he muttered under his breath fervently, absently rubbing the back of his head where a bump was forming from hitting the wall when Mike had pinned him. He could still feel Mike’s lips on his, his tongue caressing his lip. His cock twitched. “That bastard.”

He heard Mike come up the stairs and the blood drained from his face. Mike was going to kill him for kneeing him. He would never again have to worry about classes or his father or losing his virginity or anything at all because he would no longer be alive. Mike would break him in half and that would be the end of it. 

Knowing from experience that Mike could break down any door in the house, Keith hurried to pull his student desk in front of the door. He stood back to look at his handiwork, than nearly panicked as he realized that the small aluminum frame would not hold out a 200lb man if he really wanted to get in. Hell, it wouldn’t even hold out a girl scout selling cookies! When Mike pounded on the door and demanded to be let in, Keith escaped out the window, jumping down into the side lawn. He had to get away from Mike until his friend calmed down enough that he wouldn’t commit murder, but where to go that the jock would never dare to follow him?

Keith grinned and headed at a dead run for the library.

It was cold outside when Keith finally headed home, night falling like a blanket over the campus grounds. Still mulling over the mornings events, a sigh escaped him. Not even his beloved books had been able to distract him from what had happened. He was nervous. Would Mike still be mad at him for kneeing him? Was he still mad at Mike for kissing him? No. Mike had been drunk, he was sure of it. But the whole kneeing incident had been enough to sober up anyone! 

He walked into the house, determined to act normal. Jason and some redheaded girl were curled up on the loveseat in front of the TV, Mike on the other couch. They seemed to be watching some horror spoof where girls were running around screaming and taking off their clothes for no apparent reason. Keith knew without a doubt that Jason had picked out the film.

They looked up as he walked through the door. 

“Geeze, man, where the hell have you been,” Jason demanded. 

“Why should you care?”

Jason laughed and hugged the redhead closer. “I don’t, really, but I felt it was my duty to look like the concerned roomy. Don’t blow it for me!”

“Yeah,” the redhead said with a smile, her hand crawling up Jason’s shirt. “He’s trying to rack up sensitivity points with me so I’ll go to bed with him.”

Trying to ignore the fact that Mike hadn’t stopped watching him since he’d come in, Keith came in and sat on far corner of the longer couch trying to look calm, but staying as far away from Mike’s reach as he could. He smiled at the girl. “Is it working?”

“Hmm, I think it just might be.”

“So, where have you been hiding,” Mike asked in a nonchalant way. 

Keith blushed, remembering why he’d left the house in the first place. Even in the library, his one sanctuary, he hadn’t been able to forget! It had plagued his mind relentlessly all day. Not meeting Mike’s eyes, he never saw the smile that tugged at those beautiful lips. “I didn’t really go all that far.”

Jason laughed. “The library again? You and your books, man. I don’t think I will ever understand you, Keith.”

Mike’s smile widened, his eyes still intent on Keith. “Oh, he’s not all that complicated. You just have to know what makes him . . . rise to the occasion.”

Keith’s eyes widened and he blushed again, looking at Mike in shock. What was Mike playing at? “Um, I think I’m going to head for bed. I have class in the morning and I don’t think I should sleep through it. Night guys.”

Classes bogged down the rest of the week so Keith didn’t have much time to spend at home and hang out. Most of his time he spent in the library. The few times he was at home Mike acted normal, thankfully. There were a few occasions when he would brush up against Keith, his hand lightly brushing his ass or some bump against him so there was some kind of body contact as he would reach for something or pass something to a friend. But Mike would always act as if nothing was wrong, so Keith blew it off, though he was persistently having trouble sleeping remembering those few seconds when their bodies would be pressed together.

Jason insisted on having a huge party for Keith’s birthday, even though most of the people he was inviting didn’t even know who Keith was and could have cared less. Keith gave in and agreed to the party, already determined to lock himself away in his room for most of the night. But when Friday night rolled around, Keith found himself dragged into the fray of students and had been told firmly by both his roommates that since the party was in his honor, he had to stick around for at least a couple of hours. They told him that since it was his birthday, he could have a little beer, being a special occasion and all. Even Kelly showed up at the party, dragging him into the back room where most of the dancing was going on. Before long, he was dancing to some dark song about outsiders looking in. The night was actually turning into a good night.

“Hey, you’re not a bad dancer, Keith,” Kelly muttered into his ear as their bodies intertwined on the dance floor. “You know, if I didn’t like my boyfriend so much at the moment, I’d demand you take me to your room right now.”

He laughed.

Her pale blue eyes looked into his, a smile on her lips. “You think I’m kidding? Damn, the way you dance makes me hot enough to drag you down to the floor right here right now and have my way with you!”

“But you care for your boyfriend, right?”

She sighed dramatically. “I do, damn him. Can I call you up if I ever dump him for being the jerk I know him to be?”

“Anytime, love, anytime.”

Keith danced several more songs with her, moving his body rhythmically to the music. He’d always felt that dancing was an erotic form of art. Apparently, Kelly thought so, too, as she swayed her body rhythmically in tune with his. If she hadn’t been Mike’s little sister, he’d be sorely tempted to make a move on her. She was one of the few girls that really interested him.

A few hours later, he finally decided to make his way out of the party and maybe catch a few hours sleep. Making his way to his room he closed the door and turned on the light. The music from downstairs vibrated through the walls, making him smile. He wondered vaguely how many people would still be here in the morning under the pretense of celebrating his birthday. 

Stripping off his shirt, he threw it into a corner and collapsed onto his bed. Sitting up, he struggled to pull off his sneakers. 

The morning had begun with Mike and Jason barging into his room, dragging him into the shower and turning it on cold while they sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. Kelly had stopped by, dragged them off of him, and handed him store bought cupcakes and gave him a birthday kiss he wouldn’t soon forget. Shortly after that, his father called to tell him that his grades needed to improve or he wouldn’t get his allowance (which he used for rent) and by the way happy 19th birthday. When he reminded his father that it was his 20th birthday, his father told him in no uncertain terms, “Then start acting your age, damn it,” and hung up. It was just about the nicest conversation he’d ever had with his father. The rest of the day had gone fairly smoothly, besides the fact that Mike had been giving him strange looks all day.

“Enter at your own risk,” he called when someone knocked at his door, throwing his shoes and socks over near the window. 


His Seduction Ch. 02



~ If you are just joining us for the first time, Please heed my warning and read His Seduction first before you start the second part, or else you will have no idea as to why these two boys act the way they do. Sure, you may still enjoy it, but isn’t it nice to have all the facts? And for those of you who have been asking me to continue on, here it is. I only hope it appeals to you as much as the first one did. ~

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Keith lay there and stared at his glowing stars, trying to take in what had just happened and just how he felt about it. Was that all there was to sex? Did it always feel that good? Did Mike want him to do the same? Oh, he wasn’t sure about that just yet. He couldn’t even muster up the courage to look his best friend in the eye at the moment for longer than five seconds before he blushed and looked away. Somehow, he was sure it was supposed to go better than this when two people had just done what he’d just gone through. 

He was still trying to figure out why he was so hard again. Damn it.

Mike lay at his side looking very much like the cat that had just eaten the canary, as he ran his fingers lightly over Keith’s heaving chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” Mike leaned close and whispered in a sultry voice, “And there is still so much I want to do to you.”

Keith gulped and felt his face redden, his steel colored eyes never leaving the pale green stars on his ceiling. 

The pleasure he’d felt only minutes before was fading from his mind only to be replaced by shock at what he’d just let happen. How could he have let it happen? He could have said no anytime he’d wanted and put a stop to the whole thing, but did he? No! Worse yet, part of him didn’t want it to end. Part of him wanted him to ask Mike about these other things he wanted to do to him, but his mouth just wouldn’t let the troublesome curiosity get lose. Thankfully, he didn’t have to fight his inner battle because regardless of what he decided to do, Mike didn’t appear to be done with him yet anyhow.

Mike slide on top of him, using his weight to pin Keith to the mattress. “You are just too damn cute when you get embarrassed, you know that?”

Keith could feel his face grow hotter. Oh, great. He not only liked his best friend doing things to him his father was sure to disapprove of, but now he was cute. That was just great.

He looked into Mike’s dark blue eyes and felt as though he was being swallowed whole. This was not his best friend who teased him about girls and helped him out when he was in a bind. No, this was some stranger who had succeeded in seducing him with kisses and was, all in all, rapidly corrupting him!

Oh, and there he went with the corrupting again. 

Mike leaned down and kissed his neck finding an incredibly erotic spot Keith hadn’t been aware of at all. Who knew a neck could have so many wonderful nerve endings in it?

So much about this seemed so wrong when he really stopped to think about it. But who could think with Mike nibbling on their collarbone, really? Damn it, focus! A part of him felt he should never have let this happen. It was all some horrible mistake he couldn’t take back now. Wanted him to stop the mistake from getting worse, but he felt powerless to do so. A small voice in the back of his head that sounded oddly like his father kept yelling for him to stop this nonsense. He even tried to give into and agree with the annoying little voice, really he did. Except when he opened his mouth to put an end to it all and make Mike stop making him feel so many wonderful things, Mike was suddenly there chasing all the thoughts from his head as he kissed him in to dumbfounded ness. And it was oh-so-nice. 

“You think too much, you know that,” Mike mumbled against his lips. 

Keith soon found himself moving against Mike’s jean clad lower half, trying to get closer. Moans escaped from low in his throat as Mike’s mouth claimed possession of his own.

Oh, please, just for night. Please, God, just let me enjoy tonight and not worry about tomorrow. Just for tonight. 

Somewhere in his wandering thoughts, Mike had become as naked as he was. It was the most incredibly feeling to have naked flesh against heated flesh. Enjoying every moment of it, he let his own tentative hands roam over Mike’s broad chest and shoulders. Letting his thumbs gently flick at Mike’s nipples, he delighted when Mike let out a small gasp of pleasure. Growing bolder by the sound, he twisted the nubs ever so slightly making Mike groan and his body grow taunt. 

“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” Mike grinned.

Mike’s hand grabbed him and before long had him moaning loudly and squirming on the bed. 

With his other hand, Mike pulled open the bed stand drawer and grabbed Keith’s secret stash of lotion there. It never dawned on Keith what Mike was doing until he felt something hard pressing against his ass. His whole body froze, going as taunt as a guitar string. This definitely wasn’t something he’d thought about.

Mike stopped moving the moment he felt Keith begin to panic. His head close to Keith’s ear, his voice was soft but strained as he spoke to Keith. “Shh. It’s okay, Keith, I promise. I’ll go slow. It won’t hurt much, not with the lotion. Trust me, Keith, I wouldn’t do it unless I thought you would enjoy it, too.”

When Keith still didn’t move, barely even breathed, Mike kissed his neck. “Relax for me, baby.”

Mike never moved, just softly kissed his neck and Keith began to feel himself relax muscle by muscle like melting ice. Every inch he relaxed, Mike would slowly slide further into him. The pressure was intense, as was the pain slowly growing inside of him, but there was something else, something that was just beyond the pain, yet he couldn’t quite seem to reach it.

When Mike was in him as far as he could go, he tried to stay as still as possible, letting Keith get used to the feel of him. It was killing him, it really was, but he didn’t want to frighten Keith more than he already had and he would do anything to keep from hurting him.

“You okay?”

Keith shifted bellow him, making him groan. Mike smiled as he heard Keith’s own sound of surprised pleasure. “Um, yeah, I’m – I’m okay. You?”

“Geeze, Keith. You sound like you’re asking me how the weather is where I live,” Mike laughed softly. “Damn you feel good.”

“Well, you feel pretty damn good yourself.” Keith was surprised he’d said it out loud! He hadn’t meant to. He closed his eyes on a humiliated groan and shook his head. He sounded like some cheesy movie extra.

Mike laughed again and kissed Keith’s lips. “You haven’t felt anything yet.” And he began to move. 

For the next hour, Mike made him come again and again, each time bringing him to a new realm of pleasure. Exhausting both of them, they finally collapsed and fell asleep tangled up in each other.

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Keith stretched, feeling sore muscles in places he didn’t even want to think about. Twenty. Not a super powerful age to be, but it felt good. He’d never felt so good waking up the day after his birthday. Of course, it was his first birthday away from home so his dad couldn’t screw things up for him like he usually did.

Snuggling deeper into the warmth under the blanket, Keith paused. Funny, he didn’t remember getting under the blankets last night. And he didn’t remember his bed ever being quite so warm before. 

His hand reached out slowly behind him until it made contact with warm, smooth flesh. And then the night came back to him with startling clarity. 

Whipping his head around, he found Mike sprawled across the side of his bed, half hanging off of it, his blonde hair partly obscuring his face. The sheet was sitting tantalizingly low on his hips, making Keith’s mouth water before he realized he was staring at the outline of his best friend’s ass.

Muttering a curse, Keith jerked himself out of bed, falling on his ass onto the cold floor and hitting his head on the nightstand. Cursing like a sailor as quietly as he could, Keith held his breath and peeked back over the edge of the bed at his still slumbering friend. 

Dear God, what had he done? He knew all too well. Worse, he didn’t feel the shame and regret he was so sure he should be feeling right about now. In fact, he felt rather giddy. Ack!

Staying on the floor, he grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and slipped them on. He crawled over to the door, somehow afraid that his sleeping bed mate would wake if he were to stand up all the way and then there would be no escape. He dragged a T-shirt he recognized as his own along with him. 

It took him a full minute to slowly turn the knob and sneak out, taking another minute to softly close the door again behind him. At first he just sat there clutching the shirt in one hand and breathed deep calming breaths. Yes, breathing was definitely a good thing. But not when it made your head uncomfortably light, Keith decided and stopped breathing quite so deeply, waiting for the blood to stop rushing to his head. 

Feeling safe at last, Keith pushed himself up off the floor, sliding up the wall. He crept slowly down the hallway, feeling like some inept cat burglar sneaking away from the goods instead of towards. 

No! Best not to think like that. Not yet at least. 

Making it half way down the hallway, he was feeling fairly confident until Jason appeared in front of him, making him yelp like a school girl, his hand flying to his pounding heart. He glanced quickly back at his closed door, expecting it to open at any moment, praying it wouldn’t. 

“Damn, man! A little jumpy?” Jason’s eyes followed Keith’s back to the bedroom door. “Dude! Do you still have someone in there? Don’t deny it, I heard you in there. You got laid!”

“NO! I mean, yes, well, ere . . . it’s not what you think, Jason. Not exactly.”

“Oh, right.” Jason nudged him with one of those knowing male looks that said he didn’t believe a thing Keith was saying. “Man, Mike is going to be jealous as all hell. I didn’t hear a thing out of his room last night!”

Keith blushed. “You don’t say.” Clearing his throat, Keith started backing down the hallway. “Look, I’ve got to run out for a bit, okay?” 

“Dude, you’re running out on her? Cold, man,” Jason laughed. “With the way you two were going at it, I can’t imagine it was a bad experience for you. That girl sounded like she knew how to take care of her man.” Jason looked thoughtfully at Keith’s door. “You may want to hang onto her if she can make you call out like that, dude. Girls like that are rare.”

Feeling like he could just die on the spot, Keith mumbled something Jason couldn’t quite hear, and took off down the stairs, throwing on his shirt as he went. 

The sun was still low in the sky as Keith walked briskly down the street. His first instinct was to go to the library where his sweet books could sooth his tempered spirit. But what book could heal him now? What could a place of quiet sanctuary offer him when all he wanted to do was yell at the top of his lungs in joy and confusion? Damn it all, a library would never do. 

He didn’t have many friends. Definitely no male friends that he could talk to about this! None but Mike and Mike was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment. 

Sigh.

There was only one place he really could go to, one person he could speak to. He knew that somehow Kelly, Mike’s younger sister and a good friend of his, would understand. She wouldn’t make fun of him, not until she was sure he could handle it, that was. And he was hoping she wouldn’t mind it if he hid out for a while.

“Ouch!” Keith looked down at the bloody underside of his right foot and frowned. He could barely believe that he’d been in such a rush to get away that he’d completely forgotten his shoes! Now a dismayingly large piece of glass had lodged itself deep into the soft part of his foot. “Damn it, damn it, damn it! Man, that hurts!”

He looked up at Kelly’s little apartment building that had seemed so close just moments ago. Now that his foot was throbbing painfully, the place seemed miles away. One tiny attempt at stepping in that direction proved he just wasn’t going to make it unless he got the glass out. With a heavy sigh, Keith flopped down onto the sidewalk and looked at the small puddle of blood gathering at his foot. The glass poked out at him as though silently laughing at his attempt of a quick and easy escape from the uncomfortable situation he’d found himself in just moments ago. Could things possibly get anymore complicated for him, he wondered.

Fingers slick with his own blood, Keith gave the glass a tug until it came out, a pained cry escaping him along with a heart felt curse. His ravaged foot oozed steadily onto the ground. “Eew.”

Not wanting to leave a trail of blood everywhere, not that it would be a first on this sidewalk, or get some kind of weird infection, Keith pulled off his newly donned T-shirt and wrapped it tightly around his foot. The girls across the street were apparently appreciative as the hooted and hollered at him, until he blushed. 

Pulling up the too big jeans he now recognized as Mike’s, Keith limped off once again in the direction of Kelly’s place. Of course she would have to live on the third floor of a building that did not believe in the miracles of elevators. By the time he reached her floor, he was sorely tempted to crawl down the hallway until he reached her door, his foot hurt so bad. Instead he sucked it up and merely whimpered with every step.

Keith leaned his right arm on the doorframe and pounded with his left. “Please be home. Please be home.”

Kelly often spent the night at her boyfriend’s house off campus, leaving her apartment to the whims of her roommates, Scott and Sandy. At this point, he almost didn’t even care if they were there, so long as Kelly was as well.

Scott opened the door and managed to not drop his jaw only by clenching it tightly. The sight that greeted him had his mouth watering.

Standing in the hallway was one of the hottest little bodies he’d seen in awhile, and, man, had it been awhile. Whoever it was had his head down, dark hair falling wildly in his face. He had on nothing more than a pair of jeans that hung marvelously low on his hip bones, giving light to the fact that there was nothing else on underneath. 

Scott swallowed and restrained himself before he jumped the poor kid right there in the hall. “Can I help you?”

Keith looked up and saw his surprise reflected in Scott’s eyes.

“Keith?”

“Hey, Scott.” Scott was staring at him rather weirdly and it made butterflies dance in Keith’s stomach. Scott’s light brown hair was wet as though he’d just come out of a shower. His whiskey colored eyes bore into Keith’s until Keith looked away. “Is, ah, Kelly here? I really need to talk to her.”

“She’s out jogging, but she should be back any minute.” Keith The Bookworm, Mike’s friend and roommate, was whom he had almost jumped? Who would have guessed the guy that was always studying would have such a hot body? Damn!

“Oh,” Keith said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. She wasn’t there. She was supposed to be here now when he needed her! Not appear when it was convenient to her time schedule, damn it! This was a crisis!

“Would you like to wait inside,” Scott drawled. 

“Um, yeah. Thanks.” One hand pushing off the doorframe and the other trying to hold up the pants, Keith limped inside.

It was only then Scott looked down past those mouthwatering hips to the bare foot and bandaged other one. The T-shirt wrapped around the one foot was dirty and blood had begun to seep through slightly on one side. “What the hell did you do to your foot? Come sit on the couch and let me have a look.”

“No, no. I’m fine, really.” 

“Yes, I can see that. Now sit down.” Scott walked behind him and gave Keith one small shove, which sent him flying onto the couch with a grunt. Smiling smugly, he began to walk back to the bathroom to get his medical equipment he’d barrowed from his classes.

“Thanks,” Keith said with a glare.

“Don’t mention it.” 

Keith pushed himself into a sitting position and sucked in a breath. Sitting was not as comfortable as he remembered it to be. He blushed as he remembered the abuse his rear had gone through not more than five hours before.

Shaking off the memory, he pulled his foot up and began peeling off his T-shirt. Every few moments, he would throw a look to the door, praying it would open and Kelly would come home so he could talk to her. 

Had Mike awaken to find him gone? Was he mad? How did he feel about last night? Had it been a one-time thing for him and now he would move onto whatever student caught his eye next?

Keith groaned and bent over, feeling suddenly nauseous. 

“What? Tough guy like you not fond of the sight of blood?”

“I’m fine.”

“You say that a lot, don’t you?” Scott kneeled down in front of Keith and began to clean around the cut. “So how long have you been a pathological liar?”

“What?”

Scott raised an eyebrow at him. “Just tell me what you did to make the bottom of your foot look like stepped on a razor.”

“I stepped on glass, but I pulled it out.”

“And you walked all the way over here without shoes because . . .?”

“I . . . forgot them.” Keith shook his head. “Will Kelly be back soon?”

“Geeze, you sound like a kid waiting for your buddy to come rescue you from chores or something. Just relax, would you?” Scott frowned at the foot as he poured alcohol onto a cotton swab. “Because this is really going to hurt.”

Keith shot himself off the couch with a yelp. He didn’t get far as Scott refused to let go of his foot. “Sit still, the burning will subside in a few moments, but I have to bandage this while I can.”

“Son of a . . .! Damn it! That hurts! Why didn’t you tell me it would hurt?”

“I did, so stop complaining.” 

“How about I shove a hot poker into your foot and we’ll see how well you control your complaining, you jerk!”

Scott laughed. It was a rich and compelling sound. “Got some fire in you, don’t you, bookworm?”

Keith flopped his head onto the back of the couch, breathing heavily. His foot throbbed fiercely as Scott’s cool hands wrapped some kind of tape around it. Surprisingly, Scott’s touch was gentle and felt . . . nice. 

Keith barely suppressed a sigh. Was he doomed now to look at other guys in a whole new light thanks to Mike? 

Scott patted his foot lightly and sat back to look at his handy work. “There, you’ll live. Thankfully, you didn’t cut it deep enough that it would have to have stitches, but I would be careful with it for awhile.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Keith closed his eyes and simply sat there. So far, in less than twenty-four hours, he’d had a great party, been seduced by his best friend, ran away before said friend woke up, sliced his foot open, found his one confidante wasn’t where she was supposed to be, had momentary lapses of fantasy for the guy sitting in front of him, and had blushed more times than any girl he’d ever met. Oh, yeah. This was going to be a day to remember.

He looked up when the couch gave beside him. Scott was now sitting next to him starring at his . . . no, he couldn’t be staring at his mouth, could he? 

Scott laid his right arm on the back of the couch, turning his body and giving him better access to Keith. Who would have guessed this kid would be such a hottie? And would plop himself down in Scott’s lap like a gift from God for the taking? 

Scott couldn’t help but lightly lick his lips at the wicked thought currently coursing through his mind.

Keith saw the action and the look in Scott’s eyes and felt panic begin to well up in him. Oh, why had he said he would wait for Kelly inside? He scooted as slowly as he could to the very end of the couch, hoping Scott wouldn’t notice.

He did.




His Seduction Ch. 02



Scott laughed again that rich sound. “Jittery little thing, aren’t you?”

Thankfully, Keith didn’t have to answer.

The door opened and in came a puffing and sweaty Kelly. She was still listening to her headset and didn’t notice the guys on the couch. Instead she happily jogged her self into the kitchen and drank some water. 

Moving back out to the living room on a dance step, she jumped when she saw a shirtless Keith, who looked a little wild around the eyes, and her roommate Scott on the couch. What was going on here?

She whipped off her headset and came farther into the room. “Keith?”

“Kelly, I need to talk to you.” Keith started to push himself off the couch, but Scott touched his arm and shook his head. “What?”

“She can come to you. Give your foot a little time to heal first, okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Okay.”

“What happened to your foot?” Kelly hurried over and sat on the coffee table, her concern evident as her eyes went from the dirty, bloody shirt to his cleanly bandaged foot.

Keith waved his hand impatiently in the air, waving the matter aside. “That’s the least of my problems right now. I just really needed to talk to someone and you were the only one I could go to.”

“What about Mike? I mean, I’m flattered that you’re here, but you have always gone to Mike before you’ve come to me.”

Keith looked out the window to avoid her eyes. He was afraid he’d give something away about how corrupted he’d become before he was ready to tell her. “He’s a large part of way I’m here.”

Kelly Shot a confused look at Scott who just shrugged. She knew her brother could be a royal jerk when he really wanted to be, but she’d never known Keith to get so upset about it before. He generally just took everything in stride. Whatever had happened had been big. “Okay, so tell me what happened. I’m listening.”

“Could I,” Keith started softly. “Could I talk to you alone?”

“Sure, honey.” Kelly looked over at Scott and pointed her finger down the hall. “Scott, go to your room.”

Scott laughed and rose with a stretch. His smile widened as he watched Keith watching him, than turn guiltily away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don’t forget to tell me everything later, Kelly.”

Keith watched Scott walk off down the hall, then turned to Kelly. “You won’t really tell him, will you?”

Kelly shook her head, her blonde ponytail bouncing. “Not if you don’t want me to, I won’t.” She patted his knee and moved to take Scott’s now empty seat. “Now you just tell me what my big jerk of a brother did so I can give him hell later for it.”

Keith gave a small laugh. Where was he to begin? Now that Kelly was here, he didn’t know how to tell her. This was his seducer’s younger sister, for God’s sake! But she was all he had.

Scott, a slave to gossip of all kinds, pulled his computer chair over to the door, propped his feet up on the doorframe, and settled back for a good story.

“Well, I guess it started about a week ago or so,” Keith started, starring at his hands but not really seeing them. “I thought it was a joke, I really did. Twisted, but a joke none-the-less. Mike, he . . . he kissed me. Said he wanted to prove I was gay or something and he kissed me! I didn’t know what to do or how to react, so I kneed him and ran.”

Keith looked over at Kelly to see her hand at her mouth. He couldn’t tell if she was surprised, disgusted, or just trying to hold back laughter. Not sure which he was hoping for, he tried not to dwell on it.

“Last night, he . . . he . . .”

“He what, Keith? What did he do?”

“The bastard seduced me,” Keith exploded, hitting the side of the couch with his fist. He rose for the couch and attempted to pace. “How could he do that to me? How? No, how could I allow him to do that to me?” He turned and pointed an angry finger at Kelly. “I’m sure I could have said no at anytime, had I thought about it. But did he give me the chance to think about it? No. So I didn’t even try to stop him. I let him do it to me.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he sank back into his seat, his foot throbbing. “And, God help me, I enjoyed it. I woke up and wanted to do it all over again.”

Kelly sat there shell shocked. What could she say? What dare she say? That she’d known all along about her brother’s bisexuality and applauded it if it was what made him happy? She knew he’d been watching Keith for a while, but she never thought she’d actually go after him! He was his best friend, a virgin (well, not anymore!) and had never given all that many indications that he might be bi.

She shook her head. “Just so I’m understanding this correctly, you are telling me what I think you’re telling me, right?”

Keith suddenly looked as though he was going to cry, though she knew him well enough to know he would never allow him self to show that kind of weakness, not with the father he had. Instead, he took a deep breath to battle the inner turmoil coiling around inside him. “I think I’m gay, Kelly. And it’s all Mike’s fault.”

Kelly smiled softly at him and shook her head again. “Come here, honey.” She held her arms out to and waited.

Keith sighed a heavy sigh and let her hold him close, her arms enfolding him in a loving hug. No one had comforted him like this since his mother had died when he’d been eleven. He hadn’t even realized how badly he’d needed the comfort until Kelly had given it.

“It will be okay, you know. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t supposed to.”

“I know, but it . . . I know it sounds silly, but it frightens me. My best friend can pin me with a look and make me feel things I never even imagined feeling. And when he kisses me? He makes me want . . . stuff . . . and it’s a little disconcerting for me, okay?”

Kelly laughed. “Stuff? Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”

Keith pushed her away with a grin. Surprisingly enough, he did feel better having had someone to talk to. Not good enough to face Mike yet, but better.

“Do you mind if I hang out here for awhile? You know, until I can get my head on straight?”

Kelly smiled at him and rose. “Hide out, you mean? Sure, for as long as you need.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, honey. Now, I’m going to go take a shower.” She looked at him and frowned a little. “I’ve got class to day. Do you want me to skip and hang out with you?”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine, really.”

“Okay, but if you need me at all, I’ve got my cell, so just call.”

“I will.”

As Kelly walked off, Keith flopped to lie down on top of the couch and just stared at the ceiling. He wondered if Mike would know where to look for him, or if he would even bother. Probably not. Searching out his bedmate really wasn’t Mike’s style. Mike generally loved them and left them. Keith hated to group himself like that, but there was just no sense in hoping for more from Mike. He wasn’t even sure himself that he wanted more. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. 

Scott rose from his chair and stretched. Keith’s story had made him hard as stone. He’d always loved the joy of turning straight boys; it was one of his biggest passions. And this kid was as delicious as they came. He could hardly wait for his chance to go after him.



* * * * *

Mike paced Keith’s room. He’d been awake now for the better part of an hour and there had still been no sign of Keith. Why had he run off? Was he that disgusted about what had happened? Mike was terrified he’d just ruined the best friendship he’d ever had.

Jason had laughed at him when he’d come down that morning, taunting him about not getting lucky while their innocent young Keith had gotten it all last night. He’d even told him about how Keith had snuck out just after seven.

Where would he have gone? Seeing as how Mike had already checked the library, he was really at a loss for places to see. It was sad, but Keith really didn’t have that many friends. He always seemed too shy and preoccupied to accumulate many. The only people he was really close to was some girl in his art class, Jason, Kelly, and Mike. Who else would he have gone to?

“Kelly!” Mike turned and ran out of the house.

* * * * *

“See ya, Keith!”

“Bye, Kelly. And thanks.”

“Anytime, honey.”

Keith rested his head on his arms, still staring at the ceiling. He was so tired, he could barely keep his eyes open, but every time he closed them, he could see Mike over him, feel his body. It wasn’t exactly conducive to sleep.

Scott’s head popped into his vision, making him jump. 

“So, did you two have a good talk?”

Keith sat up. He’d forgotten about Scott. He had kind of been looking forward to some time alone to think about all that had happened, not that company would stop his thoughts. “Ah, yeah, thanks. I hope I didn’t offend you, but it was kind of private.”

“Don’t think a thing about it, Keith.” Scott sat down as close to him as he could get without being on top of him. “Is there anything I can help you with? If there is, all you have to do is ask.”

“No, no, that’s okay. Kelly helped a lot. The rest I guess I just have to work out myself.”

“Hmm.”

Keith tried to scoot back a little to give Scott more room, but he was already pressed into the armrest as much as he could be. The ass had the whole rest of the couch; did he have to sit so close? 

Scott rested his arm on the back of the couch, turning into Keith more. His hand twirled a strand of Keith’s hair, his eyes never leaving Keith’s.

Keith pulled his head away and looked confused at Scott. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Scott’s hand reached out and grabbed the back of Keith’s neck, rubbing the knotted muscles there. The look of pure panic in Keith’s eyes was a delight. “Don’t be so jumpy Keith. I just figured I’d help you unwind a little. Man, you’re tight.”

“I’ve been a little stressed lately.”

Scott smiled. Keith was so damn gullible, no matter how much he wanted to distrust someone. “I can tell. Here, turn around a little and I’ll help you ease the muscles.”

Keith looked at him uncertain, not sure this was such a good idea. But Scott didn’t give him much of a chance to say no. Before he knew it, Scott had pushed his upper body towards the window, and had scooted uncomfortably close behind him. 

“Now just relax. This will help. I’m told I’m pretty good, but I’ll let you judge for yourself.” Scott gently began to massage Keith’s bare shoulders and neck. The skin was smooth and heated. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to nibble the whole way down to the treasures he knew were hiding in those wonderfully loose jeans.

Even as uncomfortable as he was at the whole situation, he almost wished he’d never left the house that morning, he let out a low moan as Scott’s hands worked their magic. He hadn’t even realized he was so tense until now.

“Feel okay?”

Keith’s head started to fall forward in sheer pleasure. “Yeah.” Another moan escaped him.

Scott smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought! Ever so slowly, Scott let his hands work their way down Keith’s back, inching towards his hips and tail bone. 

Mike, not even bothering to knock, let himself into the apartment and stopped at the sight before him. His nearly naked Keith was getting a rub down from Scott, and didn’t seem to be putting up too much resistant. The lecherous look in Scott’s eyes made him want to kill.

Scott looked over at him, as Keith jumped up startled at hearing someone come in. Scott sighed and glared at Mike. “Dude, you have the absolute worst timing.”

“What the hell do you think you were doing to him, Scott?”

Scott only smiled and rose with a stretch.

“He was just loosening up some sore muscles, Mike. Not that it’s any of your business,” Keith said defensively.

Mike looked at Keith with a grim smile. “Trust me, that’s not what he was doing. I’ve used the old ‘Let me help you relieve some of this stress with a massage’ routine on girls and guys alike. Works like a charm on the naïve ones.”

“No, you weren’t doing that, were you, Scott?” Keith turned to Scott, already dreading the answer.

Scott just gave a tell-tale shrug and smiled at him. “Sorry. You were just to much to resist.”

Keith groaned and turned away, his hands covering his face. How could he have fallen for something like that? How could he not have seen what Scott was really trying to do? Why did Mike have to point it out that he was totally naïve? 

Mike walked over to Scott and grabbed him by the shirt. “Time to go, pal.” 

“Hey!”

He dragged a struggling Scott over to the door and threw him out into the hallway. Scott caught himself on the wall and looked back at Mike with surprise. Mike smiled once, slammed the door shut and locked him out of the apartment.

Keith refused to look back at Mike for a moment when he heard the door close. How had Mike found him? He was sure he wouldn’t have looked for him here. Hell, he had been sure Mike wouldn’t even bother looking for him at all, but here he was saving him from the lecherous Scott. Who knew?

When he could no longer bare the silence he turned to face his roommate, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mike had turned to face him, and stood there clenching and unclenching his fists. He looked as though he could kill.

Shit! He’s mad. I’m a goner. Keith began limping slowly backwards away from Mike. “M-Mike, I know you’re angry. I do. I don’t know why, really, but I can see that you are. I mean, you did say last night was just a one night thing, didn’t you?”

Silence.

“Well, you did. I remember you said you just wanted that night.” Why didn’t he say something, damn it? “You didn’t have to come after me. I mean it’s not like I was a girl friend running out on you or anything. Hell, I didn’t even think you would bother to look for me at all.”

Mike still didn’t comment, but began to advance. Unfortunately, his legs were longer than Keith’s and he wasn’t limping, so he was closing the distance fast.

The silence was killing him! His body was reacting to seeing Mike in the best of ways, but his head was in control this time. Not sure if that was a good thing or not, Keith grabbed the closest thing he could find, which was a rather depressing looking broom. “I just needed to clear my head, Mike. You’ve got no reason to be mad, damn it. You’re the one that seduced me, remember? I should be furious at you! I have every right to be, you know.”

Mike stopped only a few feet away from him and tried not to smile. Keith stood before him holding the broom like some kind of powerful sword used to battle the greatest beasts of the kingdom. Mike couldn’t believe how unbelievably sexy he found Keith at that moment, trying to fend him off and yet never once telling him to go and leave him alone, that he was repulsed by what they had done or that he never wanted to do something like that again. “My pants look good on you, you know that? They rest on you’re hips in the most irresistible way.”

“What?” Keith lowered the broom, and dropped a hand to try and pull up the pants, looking down to see they were indeed hanging rather low on his hips.

Mike took advantage of the moment. One hand grabbed the broom and yanked it out of Keith’s grasp; the other grabbed the front of the jeans and pulled Keith close. Keith’s hands jumped to Mike’s chest to brace himself, his eyes wide as he looked up into Mike’s blue eyes. Mike smiled at him. “You’re right, you do have every right to be mad at me.”

“Yeah . . . I do.”

“You should be furious at me, taking advantage of you like that.”

“I should.” Keith nodded like a little kid, his eyes never leaving Mike’s.

“But I get the feeling you’re not, are you? A little scared, but not furious.”

Keith gulped audibly. “I . . . damn it, Mike.”

“Why do I frighten you so much, Keith,” Mike asked on a whisper. He dropped the broom on the floor and eased his hand up Keith’s arm. His fingers danced along the skin teasingly, making goose bumps appear. He moved it up until he could run his finger along Keith’s jaw. 

Keith closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy. How could Mike make him feel so much? 

Mike gripped Keith’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. There was no softness here, but a demanding desire. Keith literally melted in his arms.

They were both out of breath when they broke apart.

“How could you think I wouldn’t come for you? Keith, you’re my best friend, did you really think I’d make you, of all people, a one night stand?”

“I didn’t know what to think. Hell, I still don’t, Mike. You’ve got me so damn confused.” Keith pulled away a little and frowned at Mike. “How the hell did you get so good at kissing?”

Mike laughed. “Lots of practice.”

Keith huffed a little and pushed at Mike’s chest. “Okay, well let me go so I can think, will you? My head just won’t work when you’re this close to me.”

“Keith, you’re partially naked and you just admitted you can’t think straight when I’m near you. Do you really think I’m just going to let you go?” Mike grinned down at him and locked his arms behind Keith’s back. “I kind of like you just where you are, truth be told.”

Keith looked over Mike’s shoulder as a key sounded in a lock. He began to push at Mike harder, twisting his body away. “Let me go! Someone’s coming in, Mike. Damn it, let go!”

“Nope. Not happening.” Mike turned to face the door, Keith still struggling in his arms. He smiled as Kelly came in looking confused. “Hey, Kelly. How’s it going?”

Kelly smiled at Mike and the embarrassed Keith in his arms, Scott looking over her shoulder. “Mike, such a nice surprise to see you hear. If you don’t mind letting go of that poor boy, I need to tell him something.”

Mike sighed and kissed the top of Keith’s head, much to Keith’s embarrassment. “If you insist.”

When Mike let him go, Keith stepped back about five steps and rubbed the top of his head. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you back so soon, Kelly.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” She dropped her books on the table and walked over to Keith, her expression becoming serious. “Honey, I came back for a reason.”

“What?”

“I was headed to class when I saw a large, expensive black limo pull up at the front of the school. The guy got out of the back in one hell of an Italian suite where the Dean himself met him. I thought I heard the name, Mr. Damon.” She watched as all the blood seemed to drain out of Keith’s face, though his expression never gave anything away. “I just thought I should let you know.”

“I have to go. He’ll be coming to see me after his meeting with the Dean.” Keith started for the door, but Scott stopped him.

“Whose is this Damon guy?”

“My father.”

“Well, hell. I just bandaged that foot. At least take my sandals so I don’t have to repair the other one.”

“Thanks.” Keith slipped on Scott’s flip-flops and was out the door, Mike close behind him.



His Seduction Ch. 03



~Sorry it took so long to get this in, but with the holidays and family, I hardly had anytime at all to get on the computer. I'm sure you understand. But here it is. I'm rather happy with the way it turned out, really. If you're reading it for the first time, please read Parts 1 & 2 so this one will make more sense. Hope you enjoy it!~

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Keith limped around the living room floor restlessly, his hands pulling at his newly donned shirt. Somewhere on campus, his terror of a father was walking around. What could he possibly want? He had called just yesterday. Generally that small amount of communication was enough to make his father leave him alone for several months. Had something happened that no one had told him about yet?

"Keith, you alright?" Mike asked from the couch. He'd watched Keith pace like a caged tiger for the better part of an hour. "It's just your dad, man. Not like some firing squad come to take you out."

Keith gave a half-hearted laugh, but kept pacing. Mike didn't understand. Of course not, how could he? He hadn't grown up with the tyrant.

A strong knock sounded on the door.

"He's here." Keith looked at the door, but made no move to get it. 

Mike sighed and rose from couch. He headed for the door, patting Keith on the butt as he passed. He could practically feel Keith glaring at the back of his head.

Opening the door, he got his first glimpse of the man Keith refused to talk much about. Kelly had been right about the way the guy dressed. It looked as though he should be on the cover of some Italian businessman's magazine. His impeccably clean loafers, pressed suit, and royal blue tie definitely gave the impression of wealth and power. This was not a man you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

"Hello," Mike said opening the door. "You must be Keith's dad, Mr. Damon. Please come in!"

Mr. Damon looked at Mike as though he was some bug he couldn't decide weather he wanted to squash or not. With a simple nod in greeting, Mr. Damon walked in past him, his eyes scanning the small living space with distain. 

"Father, it's good to see you," Keith said, stepping forward. It still surprised him that he could feel so nervous around his own father. 

"Do I give you an allowance so you can live in squalor?" Mr. Damon looked at his only child, taking in the disheveled cloths and bare feet. "You disappoint me, Keith."

"Now wait a minute," Mike started, but cut off when Keith jumped in front of him, distracting his father. 

"I don't believe you have met my roommate, Mike, have you, father? Jason is out at class right now. Don't you have class, Mike?"

Mike looked at Keith, barely restraining from glaring at the man he called father. "No, but I'm sure I can find something to do."

"Thanks."

Silence descended on the room as Keith watched Mike leave. He wasn't overly surprised by Mike's reaction to his Father. None of his friends ever liked him. The feeling was often mutual. 

"That boy is heading nowhere but jail if he has the temper I saw in his eyes. You would do best to stay away from him, Keith." Mr. Damon sat down in one of the table chairs, somehow making it give off the impression it was a throne instead of the fifteen-dollar Wal-Mart special that it was. "You should have followed the family tradition and went into my old fraternity. It would have served you better. Made you a man!"

"Mike is my best friend, Father. I get along quite well with him." Keith's mind went back to the previous night and resisted the smile that threatened.

"I don't care if you get along with him or not. He is not of your class and therefore is beneath you."

Keith sighed. It was an old argument. "Why have you come here?"

Anger flashed in his father's eyes and then was gone. "You're grades are slipping. Your teachers are concerned so they called me."

"What do you mean, they are concerned? My lowest grade is a C!"

"In your business class! You're most important class! You are a Damon, and Damon's are not average. You will bring that grade up to an A. How else do you expect to take a hand in the family business?" He rose from the chair and began to pace thoughtfully. Keith could just picture him doing the same thing in the boardroom. "You just might have to get rid of that ridiculous art class so you will have more time to study."

"I will not get rid of my art class. I'm getting an A in it, and I happen to love that class."

"Don't be foolish. You can't do anything in the real world with art," Mr. Damon said with distain.

"You're wrong. Painting was one of the few things that brought Mom happiness. She always loved my art." Wishing he'd never brought up his mother, he continued on. "I hate that business class. I wish I could just drop it! The only reason I've kept it this long is to make you happy, which we both know is futile! You're never happy unless I'm not!"

Keith never even saw it coming. His head snapped back, twisting his body to the side to absorb the blow. Falling backwards, he landed on the stairs, his ribs breaking his fall. Tears stung the backs of his eyes at the pain his body now found itself in. 

His father looked at him with pity, rubbing his sore knuckles. "Why do you make me do that, Keith? You know I only want what is best for you, don't you?"

Keith kept his head low as he slowly climbed back to his feet, resisting the urge to have his hand creep up and cradle his cheek. Weakness was not expectable to his father. "Yes, Father. I know you do. I-I'm sorry."

His father sighed. "I will allow you to keep your precious art class, but you must pull up the grade in your business class."

"Yes, Father, of course." 

Mr. Damon started for the door before turning back again. "Ah, yes. You almost made me forget the reason I came today."

Keith felt his stomach drop. There was more to this visit? Had his father been saving up for the really bad news?

"You are to have dinner with my fiancé and I tonight. I would love for you to meet her since she will become a part of the family next month. I'm sure you will come to love her as I have." Mr. Damon walked toward the door once more, waving his hand indifferently in the air. "Bring your friend along, if you must. I'll send the limo for you both at seven. Do not be late."

Keith watched his father leave without a good-bye or a backward glance, than wiped angrily at the tears that had started to fall, smarting at the sting when his hand brushed over the rapidly growing bruise. His cheekbone ached fiercely.

Why did he let his father treat him like that? Why couldn't he just tell the man to go away and leave him alone? Why did he still yearn for the approval he knew he'd never get? 

And what the hell was this about a fiancé? 

"Damn it!"

He grabbed some ice from the fridge, wrapping it in a paper towel. He leaned over the sink and pressed it to his eye. Damn that hurt! Already his eye was beginning to swell enough that he couldn't keep it open all the way. 

He heard the door open and groaned. He should have known Mike would have been lurking somewhere, waiting until his father left to come back in.

"Hey, Keith? I saw the limo pull away; I'm assuming your father was in it. Boy, he is some piece of work. No wonder you weren't looking forward to his visit." Mike came around the corner and looked into their kitchen, finding Keith leaning over the sink. "Hey, you okay?"

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little sick."

Mike could hear the lie in his voice. Walking over, he gently turned Keith around to face him. With a sinking suspicion, he lightly pushed down the cloth Keith held up, his breath catching at the bruise forming around Keith's left eye. "What happened, baby?"

Keith didn't answer right away, but looked at Mike's chest. It was always humiliating trying to come up with some kind of excuse for his varying bruises. For some reason it seemed so wrong to lie to Mike, but what other choice did he have? How could he tell his best friend he was weak enough to have let his father continued to hurt him even after he'd moved away to collage? He just couldn't do it, couldn't face that truth about himself. Not yet. "I just slipped when I was walking my father to the door and hit the corner of the table." Keith gave a shaky laugh. "Pretty clumsy, huh?" 

"Did that bastard do this to you?" Mike's hand touched Keith's chin, slowly tilting his friend's head this way and that to better look at the rapidly growing bruise. 

Keith's voice went cold. "I said I tripped. Just drop it okay?"

Mike wasn't buying it. "Has this happened before?" He saw the truth in Keith's eyes just before Keith pulled his head away. At that moment he could have hunted down Mr. Damon and gladly killed him.

"I said drop it, okay? I don't want to talk about it." Keith sidestepped him and backed out of the little kitchen area, hating the edge of panic he heard in his voice. Couldn't Mike just pretend he didn't see the bruise and accept the lie like all of Keith's friends and teachers had done for the last nine years? 

Desperate to change the subject, he pasted on a smile, twinging as it pulled at his eye, and fluttered his hands helplessly. "Hey, um, my father invited me to dinner tonight. Wants me to meet his fiancé or something. I don't know when that happened. He said I could bring you along, but I'll understand if you don't want to come. My father is a real suite and tie kind of guy even when he's eating. I know how you hate that kind of thing, and it was fairly obvious there was no love lost between you two the moment you met so you really don't have to go at all, I won't mind." 

Mike watched Keith rattle off his little speech as though afraid he wouldn't get it all out and he would have to remember what had just happened, his eyes darting around the room but never coming to rest on Mike. His heart began to break even as hatred for Keith's father welled up inside him. Never once in all the time Mike had known him had Keith ever let on he had come from such a troubled childhood. Now Mike understood why it was so hard for Keith to be outgoing and to really get to know and trust other people. It all seemed to make sense now. 

The thought of sending Keith off to dinner with that monster alone was more than he could stomach. "Of course I'll go with you, Keith."

He'd said it so quietly, Keith wasn't sure he'd heard him correctly. "What?"

"I said of course I'll go with you." Mike gave a little smile and walked over to stand before Keith who was looking at him like he'd grown a third eye right in the middle of his forehead. "Who knows? It could be fun. Especially if I'm not footing the bill."

Keith gave a laugh, tension draining out of him. "Thanks."

Mike leaned in and kissed him, making Keith blink in surprise, a blush dusting his cheeks. He loved how easy it was to fluster him. "I look forward to dessert most of all."

Grinning, Mike left Keith standing there, bounding up the stairs for a shower.

*****

Keith listened to the shower go on upstairs, still standing in the middle of the room, his fingers on his lips. Why did Mike have to do that to him? How could he make him feel so much with such a silly little thing like a quick kiss on the lips? A mere peck, even! Keith shook his head in bewilderment. "Damn, I'm turning into such a girl!" 

He slowly limped around the room, straightening up things unconsciously as he went around. So much had happened to him in the last couple of weeks, he was having a hard time taking it all in. First he had thought Mike was playing some cruel trick on him only to find out he'd been hitting on him. Then, he'd been delightfully, if not a bit nerve-racking, been seduced by his best friend on his twentieth birthday, only to fully find out the following day after a slight panic-attack that he was quite gay and had just never known it. To be topped off with his father coming into town to tell him he was "getting a new mommy", it had been a hell of a couple of weeks.

The doorbell rang, and for a split second, Keith was afraid it was his father again. He quickly dismissed the notion and limped to the door.

Scott grinned back at him almost predatorily when he opened the door, making nerves dance around in his stomach. "Oh, uh, Scott. Hi. What are you doing here?" He could still remember how just a few hours ago, Scott had tried to take advantage of him. Heat crawled up into his cheeks as he led the way back into the living room. Maybe he should have just slammed the door shut when he'd seen who it was?

"Oh, I'm just fulfilling my duties as a friend and roommate and am coming to check up on you," Scott said, following Keith into the room as he closed the door. Even in two big of jeans, the view was spectacular. "Kelly was really worried about you, so here I am."

"Oh, that was nice of her, but she really doesn't need to be concerned. I'm fine." Keith kept his head down as he sat on the edge of the couch. He was afraid that if he sat down on one of the cushions, Scott would try to sit next to him again. Oh, why did Mike have to take such a long shower? Why didn't his ESP tell him to get the hell down here?

"Yes, I can see that," Scott said, his eyes roaming over Keith.

Keith looked up with a blush. Did Scott simply have no tact naturally, or did he just like unbalancing people? Probably the latter. His voice going curt, he said, "Is there anything else you wanted?"

Scott simply laughed. "Oh, you are too easy sometimes. You really have no idea of how you look or the things you say, do you?"

Keith fought down another blush. When had he become so easily embarrassed? "I think I understand all to well where you are concerned, Scott."

"Oh, really? Please, do tell," Scott purred moving to stand only inches away from Keith, knowing full well it would make him uncomfortable. 

"I . . . well, that is you . . . you've never looked twice at me until this morning, not that I've wanted you to, you understand, but you haven't and you've been openly gay since the first time I met you. I can only assume you were eavesdropping on my conversation with Kelly so you know all about . . . err . . . everything that's happened to me. Now you seem to think that I belong to Mike or something and that drives you nuts! Don't think I didn't see that evil gleam in your eye this morning when he walked in. I'm not some pawn in a game between you two."

Scott stepped closer until he was pressing against Keith's knees. Keith had nowhere else to go except backwards onto the couch, which was just fine with Scott. "It's too true I've never looked at you until this morning, I won't deny it. That is something I'll just have to live with. It did teach me too look at guys other than jocks, I'll tell you that." Keith rolled his eyes, leaning back dangerously far. "How could I have seen you when you took so much trouble to never stand out, you little wallflower. Bookworms aren't known for trying to bring a lot of attention to themselves. But this morning when you stood in the hallway wearing practically nothing, you had nowhere to hide. You have no idea how many delightful fantasies have been running around in my head since I opened the door this morning to see you standing there, practically begging to be thrown into a bed and eaten alive."

Keith's eyes wide, he didn't even try to fight the blush. He was beginning to feel like his face might never be its normal color again, ever. He never felt this flustered around girls! What the hell was so different with guys that they could push all of his buttons anytime they wanted? 

"I was not," he said outraged.

Scott leaned in, bracing a hand on the back of the couch. Keith was leaning back from him so far one good push and he'd be lying on the couch. "Oh, but you are."

Keith gulped audibly. The shower went off upstairs and he nearly laughed with relief. 

Scott glanced up at the ceiling. "I should have known your protector was here."

"He's not my-" Keith started to say indignantly, but was cut off when Scott grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a far too dominating kiss. Keith pushed at him as Scott's tongue invaded his mouth, but he found that struggling was useless. Scott's grip was firm enough that he wasn't going anywhere until Scott decided he could.

Only when they could hear Mike coming down the stairs did Scott release him. 

"Mmm," Scott said, licking his lips as Keith fell backwards onto the couch and glared up at him.

He'd never been kissed so much in his entire life as he had in the last two days! What the hell was going on? Did he have a sign on his forehead saying, 'Kiss me, it's okay if you're not a girl'? 

"Keith? Where did you go?"

Keith rolled off the couch as though it had burned him when he heard Mike's voice. Hurriedly whipping at his mouth, he took several steps back from Scott for good measure. For some reason, he couldn't stand the thought of Mike having found out that Scott had kissed him.

Mike came around the corner into the living room and sighed. It was fairly obvious what had happened with the way Scott was smiling innocently, (he'd never been innocent a day in his life) and the way Keith kept taking unconscious steps backwards with slightly panicked eyes and his swollen lips evidence to a recent attack on them. 

His eyes never leaving Keith, he said, "Hey, Scott. What's up?"

Scott shrugged and flopped onto the loveseat. "Oh, nothing. I was just asking Keith what had happened to his eye. I don't remember that being there this morning."

"Ah, is that all?"

Not liking the way the conversation was going at all, Keith headed for the stairs. "I'll see you guys later. I've go to get to class."

Mike grabbed his arm as he passed by him. "You okay?"

Keith gave a dry laugh and bit his tongue. What he really wanted to say was, 'No, of course I'm not okay! Do I look okay? Has anything happened in the last two days given you any indication that I am okay right now?' Instead, he just said his standard that usually would pacify people, his father included. "I'm fine."

"Liar." Mike gave him an encouraging smile and let him go. He watched Keith bound up the stairs and listened for the closing door of his room. When he heard it, knowing Keith was momentarily out of hearing, he turned to Scott. "What the hell do you think you are doing here, Scott?"

"Simply being a good friend."

"Hah! You're never a good friend unless there's something in it for you."

Scott laughed, letting his head fall back onto the couch as he spread out. "You know me too well, my friend. Too well."

Mike walked over to stand before him, his arms crossed. "Yes, I do, Scott. And that's why I want you to stay away from Keith."

Scott looked up at him, an evil gleam in his eyes. "What, you think that just because you broke him in, you get to keep him?"

Mike said nothing; he didn't have to as the answer was written on his face. Of course he wanted to keep Keith all to himself. But more than that, he wanted to keep slime balls like Scott away from Keith.

"Ah, I see. Well, my friend, as I said before, you know me all to well. Therefore you should know that as I respect your request, there is no way I'll ever follow it. Keith is simply too delectable for me to simply walk away from him. No, I think I'll try my hand at showing him what man can do for him. He still has so much to learn."

"I'm-" Mike cut off as he heard Keith coming down the stairs again. He watched as Keith bounded down the last couple of steps, favoring his right foot, threw a backward glace at them, and walked out the front door carrying his books and notes for his next class. Mike turned back to Scott. "I'm warning you, Scott, leave Keith alone."

Scott stood up almost nose-to-nose with Mike. "Or you'll what? Beat me to a pulp?"

"Don't tempt me."

"You don't scare me, Mike, my boy. You never did and you never will. You've never minded playing for the affection of boys before with me. The fact that this one seems special to you makes him all the more enthralling to me." Leaning in, Scott kissed Mike full on the lips, lingering just a tad. "See ya around, Mike. May the best man win the young boy's heart. Or at least a good fling with him."




His Seduction Ch. 03



Scott's laugh seemed to echo around in Mike's head, even long after he'd left.

*****

Somehow, Keith managed to make it through his class, no one bothering him in the slightest with questions regarding his bruise or his limp. After drifting into the art room and painting for a few hours after class to let his mind drift away, he felt remarkably better. 

Ms. Kisby looked over his shoulder to look at his work while her last class of the day worked on their paintings. The mirage of colors spoke volumes to her or torment and passion colliding. It was one of Keith's most powerful paintings yet. "You really are by far my greatest student, Keith. This is wonderful."

"Oh, thanks. I wasn't even really thinking about it, truth be told."

"Sometimes it's the subconscious that really lets your talent flow. It's beautiful."

Keith made it back to the house with a smile on his face. He was never happier than after he'd been painting. It was the greatest release he had.

"Oh, shit!" Glancing at his watch, he realized it was already six-thirty. The limo would be there in half an hour and he was covered in paint! Damn it! 

Bursting into the house, Jason looked up from the couch where he was watching some football game. "Hey, dude. Mike was looking for you. Said something about how you were going to be late or something. He's upstairs."

"Thanks!" Dropping his books on the table, Keith ran up the stairs, stripping as he went. Off went the shoes and socks. Shirt flew off of his head by the time he'd reached he top of the stairs. He'd already unzipped Mike's jeans by the time Mike poked his head out of his room.

"There you are man, I was wondering where-" Mike cut off as his throat closed on him and his mouth went dry. 

"What?" Keith asked as he headed for the bathroom. He had to have a shower. Somehow he didn't think his father would appreciate it if he met his fiancé smelling of turpentine. 

His hair messed from pulling his shirt over his head, jeans hanging sinfully low on his hips showing a washboard stomach, and little splotches of paint on his cheeks, nose and forearms, not to mention the colors decorating his hands, Mike had never seen Keith look sexier. It actually felt as though his heart had stopped when he had opened his bedroom door to find Keith coming down the hall like that.

"I, uh, I, I forgot."

"Yeah, well, I'm going to hop into a quick shower," Keith said to Mike, walking backwards to look at him, his mind still on the dinner ahead. "You'd better make sure you're ready to go when the limo arrives, okay? It'll be here soon."

"Yeah, okay." Mike watched him disappear into the bathroom and listened to the shower turn on. It took every ounce of willpower he had to not join Keith in the shower. He didn't tin Keith was quiet ready for that kind of pounce yet, not to mention he'd kill him for making them late.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang and Jason yelled up the stairs, "Your limo is here you lucky bastards! Hurry it up! I'm gonna go check it out for you!"

Keith grabbed a tie out of his closet and ran for the door. Mike was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed and looking bored. He stopped Keith and took his tie from him, beginning to put it around his friend's neck. "You can't very well go have assed, now can you?"

"Thanks, Mike."

"It's just a tie, don't worry about it."

"No, I mean . . . well, coming with me tonight. Thanks."

"I'll always be there for you. Always have, always will." Mike ruffled his hair and smiled. "Come on, let's go save the driver from Jason."

*****

Mike mentally cringed as they walked into the immaculate dining establishment. Everything was in its place, chandelier gleamed with real crystal, every tablecloth was pressed, and the waiters were in tuxedos. Even the busboys were in crisp uniforms, for crying out loud! It was disgusting. 

Keith, looking every inch the rich kid that belonged in a place like this, which was so unlike him, walked up to the head waiter and said, "Damon, party of four. Has my father arrived yet?"

The waiter had been looking at Mike as though he had stumbled into the wrong place until Keith had said the party name. A sickeningly sweet smile appeared and he began to simper as though he was in the presence of greatness. "Oh, young master Damon, it has been awhile, sir. No, you're father has yet to arrive. Let me have you seated right away, though, sir. Rodolfo!" He snapped his fingers in the air imperiously and a waiter came running.

Mike listened to murmurs behind them. 

"But he told us we couldn't be seated until our whole party was here."

"What makes that kid so special?"

"Gary, I told you to tip him more. We'd be seated by now."

"Did he say Damon?"

"You don't think Mat Damon is here, do you?"

Mike followed behind Keith, laughter bubbling up in him. 

They were seated at an overly large table for four. Pulling his seat closer to Keith, he ignored the look Keith gave him and watched the people around them. These were the posh of he posh. He knew Keith's family was well to do; he just had no idea of how well to do they were.

"You can't sit this close."

"Why not?"

"Because, you just can't," Keith whispered fiercely at him. "People will talk."

"Let them talk. Lord knows it's one of the few things they actually enjoy doing."

"But-" Keith stopped as he saw his father coming in with a brunette bombshell on his arm. She couldn't have been more than twenty-three. It was sickening. She was no more than a trophy, soon to be a trophy wife and they both knew it.

"Damn, your dad knows how to pick them, huh?" Mike followed Keith's lead and rose to meet them.

"Keith, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Sara. Sara, this is my son, Keith."

"Oh, how do you do? I'm sure you've heard all about me. Nicky is always telling everyone about how we met. It's embarrassing really, but I don't mind. Anything for my Nicky," Sara said with one of the falsest giggles Keith had ever heard.

Nicky? Since when had anyone ever been able to call his father Nicky? His mother certainly never did. "It's a pleasure, really."

"You wouldn't believe my surprise when Nicky told me I was going to meet his son tonight! I never would have guessed he'd had a son."

The pure glee in her eyes cut Keith to the quick, but nowhere near as deep as the fact that she hadn't even known he had existed until tonight. Why should he be surprised? His father always tried to forget he was there.

Mike looked across the table at her, wanting to yank her hair out. He hadn't missed the look she'd shot at Keith when she'd said the barb. He shrugged and said, "Probably no more surprised than Keith was to find out his father was engaged. He just found out today as well. Boy, Nick, you sure do know how to keep a secret, don't you?"

Sara's blue eyes turned to ice as she looked over at Mike. "And you would be?"

"Oh, that's right, I'm Mike, Keith's roommate and best friend. I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but I haven't seen anything pleasurable about this evening yet, so I'll reserve my judgment."

Keith groaned next to him. He reached under the table and squeezed his thigh, making Keith turn and glare at him. 

"Shall we order?" Somehow Mr. Damon made it sound more like a demand than a request.

"Wonderful idea." Mike picked up his menu and looked at it, trying to find the most expensive thing possible. 

Keith also moved his menu so it would cover his face. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Just having fun," Mike whispered back. "You don't have to take shit like that from this bitch just because she is going to marry your dad."

"Yes I do, you don't understand."

"I understand you've been afraid of him since you're mother died." He knew he'd hit the nail on the head when he saw Keith's hands jerk. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, Keith. I'm not going let you face this alone."

"Mike . . ." 

The night went on fairly silent after that. Mr. Damon and Sara talked animatedly, primarily ignoring Keith and Mike after that. When dessert rolled around, Sara looked up at Keith and batted her eyes innocently. "You don't plan on coming home for Christmas, do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said you don't plan on coming home for Christmas, do you? Nicky and I are having a family get together and we both feel it would just be inconvenient if you come and we have to introduce you to my family. You know, having a stepson at my age? How silly would that look?"

Keith looked up at his father, hopping he would deny this horrible plan. "Father?"

His father looked at him with no emotion. "Perhaps it would be best for all if you just stayed at school this year, Keith. I want this Christmas to be as special as it can be for Sara."

"You bastard! You're throwing over your own son for some tart," Mike yelled, rising to his feet.

Keith placed his hand on Mike's arm to stop him from continuing. Not looking at anyone, he rose himself and said, "Yes, of course. We wouldn't want your new wife to have a bad first Christmas. There will be many more for that."

"But Keith-" Mike started, but Keith wouldn't look at him.

"Sara, it was an enchanting evening. I'm sure you will be everything my father was looking for in a wife, not that that is saying much, mind you." Taking a deep breath, Keith stepped away from the table. "Please, enjoy the rest of the night. I – I have to go."

Mike watched Keith leave, weaving in and out of waiters. He looked back at Keith's father and just managed not to punch him. The last thing he needed was an assult charge. "You disgust me. Money doesn't make you classy or kind or a good person like your son. How he ever came from you, I will never know."

Hurrying out the door he tried to catch up to Keith only to find him out on the sidewalk. It had begun to ran hard enough, people were running for cover. But Keith just stood there letting the rain beat down on him as though he didn't even feel it.

"Keith? Baby?" He turned Keith around to face him.

Keith just stood there with his head down, tears sliding down his face at full force, mixing in with the rain. His body shook with years of pent up emotion. "I hate it, I do. I hate all of it. I let him hurt me physically and mentally every time and I hate it."

Mike's heart began to break as Keith's head came up and looked him right in the eye. He could see the child Keith had been and the man he was now in that look, both of them hurting for so long with no one to turn to.

"Why can't I hate him, Mike? Why can't I hate him the way he hates me?" A gate broke inside of him somewhere and Keith began to sob uncontrollably. He couldn't remember crying like this since his mother had died, leaving him alone with his father.

Mike gathered Keith in his arms and rocked him, letting him cry. He found himself losing his heart to his best friend in ways he had never thought he would. He wanted to protect Keith however he could and in that moment when Keith's arms came around him holding tight, he swore he would. "It'll be okay, baby. I don't know how, but I know it'll be okay."



His Seduction Ch. 04



If you are joining us for the first time, please read the first three as you will understand it better that way. ~grin~ Sorry about the wait, everyone! My computer decided to be ever so nice and crash on me. Had to save up for a new one. Somehow, the idea of using a computer at the public library to write this next chapter, while some poor child is anxiously awaiting their turn for the computer so they may look up the needed materials for their book report, didn't seem very . . . Let's just say I wasn't keen on the idea, okay? Not exactly an environment conducive to creativity in this degree. 

And please excuse the spelling mistakes. I try to fix them, but I still miss them here and there. ~shrug~ I'm human, what can I say? 

I have to admit, I have really enjoyed knowing that you guys like my story. It warms my heart, and I must admit, builds my ego a tiny bit. Exactly what a writer needs. Thanks!

Well, here it is, chapter four. Please enjoy! ~smile~

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The ride back to the house was strained with silence. Keith stared bleakly out the window at the cars going by, rain beating on the window. He hadn't meant to lose his composure. His father did this to him almost every year and not necessarily because of a woman. He just didn't like having his son around to remind him of his dead wife. It still hurt him, though, to realize how much his father really hated him. 

Life sucked.

Mike sat across from him, he could feel his eyes on him, but he just didn't have the strength to talk about what his friend had witnessed. Mike just didn't understand that this was what life had been like for years. True, some years were better, some were worse, but they all sucked. Keith had been an outsider to his own family since he was eleven years old. It was cold and lonely, but he was used to it.

When the limo pulled up to the house, Keith bolted from the car before the driver even had a chance to come around for the door. Mike was hot on his heels.

"Keith, wait up."

Keith turned on him so suddenly, Mike took a step back. "I don't want to talk about it, Mike. I really don't. Please just let it go, okay?"

"I'd love to, but ignoring it won't make it go away."

"And facing it won't make my father love me. It won't make him like me, be kind to me, want me around, or even respect me, so why bother?" Keith could feel the anger building up inside him. Pushing his wet hair out of his face, he glared at Mike. It wasn't Mike's fault his life was shit, but he was there. "What the Hell is the point, huh? Why should I face it? It will always be there in the back round. No matter where I go, I'll always be the rich kid no one wanted! I'm not good at anything I was supposed to be good at; even if I was it wouldn't please him! Don't you get it, Mike? Something is fucked up in me just enough that even my own father could give a fucking shit if I just curled up and died! So tell me, Mike, what the fuck is facing it all supposed to do? Huh?"

Mike moved forward and grabbed Keith by the shirt and slammed him up against a tree, the rain beating down around them. Anger at Keith's father and the way he'd raised Keith boiled in him. But it was his anger at Keith thinking so lowly about himself stabbed through him like a double edged sword. "Maybe facing it would teach you a little respect in yourself for once. Maybe facing it will teach you that you are more than what your fucking father sees! That people want you, that you are not alone and you don't have to be alone! Just maybe you could learn to let people in and stop being so afraid that everyone is going to hurt you."

"People hurt me all the time, Mike. It's a hard lesson, but one I've learned rather well. You let people get too close to you and they will hurt you in the end, weather they intend to or not." Keith shook his head angrily. "Tell me, what exactly do I have to respect, huh? I'm a fuck-up and a coward. I admit it! The only thing I'm really good at is reading books and painting. Both of which are escapes. I can't even bare to face reality for to long without the fear of completely losing my mind. Yeah, real respect worthy. This from the jock everyone loves, who could do no wrong." Keith let his head fall down as a bitter laugh full of self loathing escaped his lips. "Do you know what it's like, Mike? Do you have any idea what it's like to have people see you and only see your father and wonder how they can use you? Or to have everyone expect things of you that you can't possibly achieve, and have them waiting to watch you fail? Do you know what it's like to hold a blade over your wrists and struggle to find one damn reason why you shouldn't put just a little pressure on the blade and make all the pain go away?"

Mike could feel Keith's pain radiating around them like a cloud. Keith's body began to shake as sobs tried to fight their way to the surface. "Jesus, Keith."

"Its okay, Mike, I'm used to it, I really am. It doesn't hurt so much when I forget about it. Let me forget, okay?" Keith wiped his wet sleeve over his face, trying to wipe away the tears that had started falling again. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say all that. Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry."

Keith looked up at Mike with a sad smile. "I wish you hadn't seen me like this. You are the one person I never wanted to think of me as weak."

"Fuck, Keith!" Mike grabbed Keith's hair and pulled him into a kiss full of wanting and promise. Keith tried to pull away, then moaned low in his throat, a sound of surrender, his hands gripping the tree behind him for support. 

Mike pulled back, his eyes angry. "You really are fucked-up, aren't you?" Keith's eyes fell way with shame. "No, no, don't clam up on me, now. You've had your say, now I'll have mine. Your dick of a father may have fucked you up pretty good, but your strength has brought you this far and made you who you were. Under all the crap he has given you over the years, you never broke. You didn't push that blade in, you didn't give in, remember that. You're stronger than you think you are. Hell, without his prodding and dickieness, I might never have met the Keith that is you today. Remind me to thank him."

Keith laughed. It was a beautiful sound.

"You can fall apart on me anytime you want, okay? I will never think you are weak because of it, never. Don't insult me by thinking that I might. As for being a coward, it was no coward that kneed me a week ago."

Keith blushed and tried to hide his smile. "You were being an ass! You kissed me, what was I supposed to do? Just let you do it?"

"You didn't seem to mind it a moment ago." Keith blushed even redder, realizing Mike was right. "Face it, tough guy. I plan on seducing you every chance I get and until I get you to admit that you want me just as badly as I want you, I'm going to take liberties that will make you blush down to your toes. And there is nothing you can do about it to stop me."

Keith worked his mouth a couple of times before sound came out. "Mike, I, um, you're my best friend. I couldn't imagine my life without you, I mean you get me through, you always have. Last night was," Keith looked away for a moment before bringing his eyes back to Mike. "Last night was great, but we're both guys, and . . . And . . . ."

"And it feels great. Just enjoy it and let it go wherever it's going to go, Keith. Don't try to fight it, don't try and make excuses." Mike kissed the end of Keith's nose. "I know you better than anyone. You can run, but you can't hide. Not from me." 

Flustered barely described what Keith was feeling at that moment. But it felt better than what he had been feeling a moment ago. Only Mike seemed to be able to make him forget his troubles so quickly.

Keith smiled and tapped at Mike's hand that still clutched his shirt. "Um, do you plan on letting me go sometime soon, or are we going to stay out here and drown?"

Mike's smile was slow and predatory. "I kind of like you just where I've got you, to tell you the truth."

"But, but-" Keith started to stutter.

Mike's other hand grabbed the back of Keith's neck and pulled him into another kiss, this one slower and softer. It was the kind of kiss that seduced even the most reluctant of recipients. Mike leaned in against Keith, pressing him farther into the tree. Satisfied with the state of arousal Keith was in, Mike pushed away and let him go. It left Keith breathless, wanting more and harder than Hell. Even his head wasn't sure he should argue this attraction anymore. 

"You know, maybe we should get inside. Wouldn't want to catch a cold out here, you know?" Without waiting for Keith to respond, he turned on his heel and went into the house, leaving Keith speechless in the rain.

Keith watched Mike disappear into the house with a feeling of disappointment that he didn't really understand. Shaking his head, he pushed away from the tree, turning his face up into the rain. "That was just mean."

With a smile, he walked into the house.

* * * * *

Keith rose from the bed with his head pounding. The night was all but forgotten in his mind. He was still sorry he'd had an emotional breakdown in front of Mike, but there was no hope for it now. If there was one thing that he had learned over the years it was that you couldn't change what had already happened. You just had to make the best of it. Or be really good at denial.

With a stiff stretch, Keith eased back his covers and placed his bare feet on the floor with a shiver.

Last night they had found Jason in the middle of a Lethal Weapon fest and had joined in. Mike grabbed a couple of towels and, tossing one at Keith, plopped down on the couch, wet cloths and all. Jason raised an eyebrow at his dripping clothes now soaking into the couch, then shrugged and passed over the popcorn.

Keith shook his head with a smile. The good thing about youth was you could be stupid and just not care about it. It was good to be young. Kicking off his soggy shoes, and drying off his hair, Keith flopped down next to Mike. Stealing a handful of the popcorn, he settled into a night of relaxation with his two best friends. 

Now that morning was here, he knew he should have been a little smarter about last night. His aching body and pounding head told him he really should have changed into something drier right away instead of hanging out in wet clothes waiting for them to dry by themselves. 

Grabbing some jeans from the floor and tugging them on, Keith shuffled into the bathroom and raided the cabinet for aspirin. The mirror showed a horribly pale and disheveled evil twin he hadn't been aware he'd had. 

Oh yeah. This day was looking up already.

Hearing the groan of what sounded to be a dying animal, Keith quickly swallowed his aspirin and shuffled down the hall to Mike's room. Knocking softly on the door, he called out. "Mike?"

Another groan. Whatever it was, it was dying a horribly agonizing death of the slowest proportions.

Pushing the door open he looked in. There on the bed was a massive lump of blankets and what appeared to be an eyeball peaking out of a small opening near the foot of the bed.

A giggle struggled for freedom. "Mike?"

The eyeball evolved into a pale and angry looking face. The voice that erupted was something resembling a frog. "Sure, just laugh at me. You're cruel, you know that?"

Jason appeared at Keith's shoulder. "What's the entire racket?"

Keith looked at Jason, his face one of somber understanding. "I believe he's dying. No, don't look, he could be contagious. I'd hate to see you parish in such a pathetic way."

"Hey!" Mike sat up on his bed indignantly, his blanket still firmly placed around his head and body. "I'm not pathetic, I'm sick, you little twerp!" He punctuated this with a well placed cough.

"Little twerp am I?" Keith marched into the room. 

Mike held his blanked closer around himself and glared at Keith. This was all his fault anyway. "Yeah, you are."

Keith placed his hand on Mike's head and sighed. "Well, it does not fell like you have much of a fever, but your throat is swollen."

Mike pulled his head back and wailed at Jason. "Make the brute leave! It's his fault for keeping me out in the rain and forcing me to stay in cold wet clothes for hours on end!"

"Alright, you big brute you, why don't you go get our patient some medicine while I call his classes and let them know he wont be in," Jason said while steering Keith out of the room. "While I'm at it, I'll give yours a call, too."

"Why mine?"

"Because you are going to be taking care of the patient. I can't stand being near sick people, grosses me out," Jason said with a smile. Shaking his head he said, "Plus, my classes are much too important to miss."

Keith sighed. "Fine."

As soon as he had left, Jason walked back into Mike's room and leaned against the doorframe. "You are the biggest wuss in the history of man, you know that don't you."

Mike glared at him, before tilting his head up and away snootily. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, yes you do. You've got a bit of a cough, some sniffles and a slight fever and you're acting as though you're on your death bed." Jason shook his head. "Face it man, you're a wuss." 

Mike grinned at him. "That maybe true. But I'm a wuss that is going to get pampered."

"You bastard," Jason laughed. "Jeeze, you almost sound as though you are trying to seduce our poor innocent Keith!" Jason laughed again, but the laugh died in his throat when he saw the gleam in Mike's eye. "No way. You're kidding right?"

"Actually, I think I'm making great progress. It's thanks to me, by the way, that he's not as innocent as he was."

Jason closed his eyes and shook his head. "You two? I never would have guess! Damn." The completely bewildered look was almost comical. "But I thought you . . . . Are you bi? Is that what you are? Yeah, I guess I should have known, but you don't seem girly at all man."

"Jason, just because I like guys, doesn't mean I become a girl, you ass."

"Damn. Wow. Keith? Damn." As shocked as Jason was, Mike could tell his friend was just going to take it all in stride and wish them both the best. It was that easy acceptance that Mike had always liked best about Jason. He accepted everyone no matter what. Suddenly a wicked light came to Jason's eyes. "So you were the one to make our little man moan all night. Damn, if I didn't love women so much, I'd be half tempted to find out how good you really are myself! Shit!"

Mike laughed and threw a pillow at him.

Jason caught it and began to sober. "Hey, I ask just one thing, man."

"What's that?"

"Be good to our little pup. I'm rather fond of him, and I would hate to kick your ass if you hurt him."

Mike could swear his heart grew ten sizes right then. Jason had been his friend for more years than he could remember and to know that Keith had won him over without even trying in the last year and a half warmed his heart. "I will be, don't worry."

"Okay then." Jason sighed and straightened, throwing the pillow back at Mike. "You just stay here and pretend to be dying while I go fix some tea, okay? Keith should be back with some medicine soon, but I don't want you two rough housing or anything thing until your better."

"Yes, Mother."

"Don't get smart with me. If you get me sick, I'll kick your ass so hard you'll be rimming yourself."



* * * * * 

It was still drizzling outside, just enough to be chilly. It still wasn't cold enough for the rain to turn to snow, but it was cold enough to soak into your bones and stay there. The jean jacket Keith had thrown on wasn't keeping any of it out, either. Instead, it seemed to hold the dampness and cold to him making him shiver. 

By the time he got back to the house, his hands and feet were pruned with the wet and he felt as though he would never be warm again. It was a truly horrible feeling. He was just glad he had not had to go very far, as the campus had its own little Seven Eleven.

"Jesus, Keith!" Jason pulled him father into the house, grabbing the throw off the back of the couch and rubbing Keith's hair with it. "Why the hell didn't you take the umbrella?"

"Because you gave it to your last date. It was raining and you didn't want to walk her home, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Jason stared off into the distance remembering that night. With a shrug, he left the blanket on Keith's head and started shoving Keith towards the stairs. "Go on up and sit with the sicky. He's got some tea up there already and I'm working on some canned soup for the both of you."

"I'm fine, really. I'm not very hungry." 

Jason pinned him with a look any mother would be proud of. "I don't recall asking you if you were hungry. Now move; I'll be up in a minute."

Keith sighed. When Jason got into his mothering moods, such a contrast to his easy going slacker moods, there was no winning with him. "Alright."

With a sneeze, Keith started up the stairs. Walking into his room, he was halfway tempted to just flop down onto his bed and stay there for the next ten hours, but knowing Mike, he would bellow like a sick child until he came and took care of him. With a low groan of his own, he stumbled to his closet and took out some dry clothes and quickly changed into them. Popping some Tylenol for his splitting headache, Keith grabbed his bag of meds and heading into Mike's room. 

"Okay, big boy, sit up," Keith said as he walked into the room, opening the bag of medicine. "Take two of these and a tablespoon of this right now and we will repeat in four hours."

Mike sat up on the bed where he had flopped down on his stomach to watch midmorning soap operas. He was sad to see why most women got addicted to the damn things. The plot you ask? Not really, though that is a bit of a teaser. The real reason women found themselves watching the crap? Damn the guys were fine. And they weren't push over guys, either. They were the kind of guys that knew what they wanted and took it, no questions ask. 

He pondered the idea of taking notes on some things to try out on Keith, and then decided he liked winging it better.

Dubiously looking at the medicine Keith was setting out on the nightstand next to his newly placed Kleenex, Mike let out a groan. "Did you have to get that flavor?"

Keith finished pouring the vial liquid and handed it to Mike. "If you take it like a shot, you shouldn't taste much of it at all."

Mike glared at him. Taking the pills first, he then glared at the icky red liquid. 

"Just take it, you big baby," Jason laughed as he came into the room with two bowls of soup, setting them on Mike's rarely used desk. 

As quickly as he could, Mike downed the medicine. With a gag and a hiss, he stuck out is tongue as though the farther it got from his mouth, the less he would taste it. It didn't work. 

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Jason wrapped an arm around Keith's shoulders. "This little guy? Kill you? Never. He's too good for that."

Keith laughed and sat down onto the bed next to Mike.

Jason rubbed his hands together and began backing towards the door. "Okay, you've got your medicine, your Kleenex, your tea, and your soup. The only reason either of you should have for leaving this room is to pee and then its right back into bed with you."

Keith started to rise from the bed, "But, Jason, I'm not -" 

Jason cut him off. "No, no. I don't want to hear it. Now I'm off to class. Take care of each other while I'm gone. And don't breath on any of my stuff; I don't want any of your germs."

With that, Jason was gone.

"So . . . . It looks like I get my very own nurse, huh?" Mike said an evil looking grin.

Keith threw the pillow at him. "Forget it, pal."

Mike grabbed his arm and pulled him back when Keith tried to leave. "But I'm sick and defenseless!" With a yank, Keith was sprawled on the bed. 




His Seduction Ch. 04



"Sick and defenseless, my ass! Let me go!" Keith laughed and struggled to sit up.

Mike flopped on top of him. "Oh, I've lost my strength. Please, Keith, don't take advantage of me."

"Mike, your soup is going to get cold and then Jason will kill us."

Looking down into Keith's flushed face, Mike smiled. There was no fear in Keith's eyes. He was definitely making progress. "Alright, Nurse Nan. I'll let you up, but you have to promise to stay and take care of me all day."

Keith bit his bottom lip. He knew instinctively where this was going. If he stayed all day with him, they would end up doing more than just watching TV and taking medicine. With a smile more shy than confident, he nodded his head. "Okay, sicky. Just get off me!"

The triumph in Mike's eyes was too much. With a shove, he pushed Mike off of him and rose to grab the two bowls of soup. He passed one over to Mike and sat on the edge of the bed. "Scoot over."

Still sporting a Cheshire Cat grin, Mike wisely held his tongue. For thirty minutes they sat in silence eating their soup and watching Rudolph telling Christina here sister was still alive and creating havoc. 

When the show ended, Keith pursed his lips in frustration. "They can't end the show like that! He just found out his father was really his grandfather! And what about Annabelle? What if no one finds her in time?"

Mike laughed and took Keith's empty bowl of soup and rose to place it on his desk, handing Keith some tea. When Keith stifled a yawn, he raised an eyebrow. 

"Sorry, I guess I didn't sleep well last night. I'm just a bit tired and I can't get rid of this blasted headache."

"Well, take something for it. I'm going to grab a quick shower. My mother always told me that simply lying in bed when you were sick was no way to get better. Washing up, fresh air and plenty of chamomile tea was the only way to do it." 

"Just don't chill," Keith said with another yawn. "I'm going to pop in a movie."

The hot water felt good. Mike could feel the water washing away the aches and pains. He really did feel better. Thank God for moms. 

Throwing on his jeans, still toweling his hair, Mike padded barefoot back to his room. "What are we watching?"

Silence met him, besides the drone of the TV. "Keith?" Mike walked into the room and found Keith fast asleep on the bed, the remote still in his hand. Mike walked over and picked up the remote and placed it on the bedside table. With a sigh, he felt Keith's head. "You little shit. Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling good?"

Keith was easily running a hundred and one fever, if not slightly higher. 

Going into Keith's room, Mike grabbed the blanket off the top of the bed and returned to his own room. Easing himself down beside Keith so he wouldn't wake him, Mike laid the blanket over both of them and gathered Keith in his arms. Keith moaned, but didn't wake. He burrowed into the warmth of Mike's body, his head falling onto Mike's chest. Mike petted his head as he would a cat. "Its okay, Keith, I'm here. I'll take care of you."

It was nearly an hour and a half later when Keith woke. He felt groggy, but his head didn't hurt as bad as it had been. With a stretch and a yawn, he became fully aware that he was not alone in the bed. No, he was pressed against a halfway naked Mike. And, man, did it feel good.

"So, you finally decided to wake up, did you? You're missing a fairly good movie, here."

Holding the blanket close to him, even though he was still fully clothed, Keith blushed and slowly sat up. Damn it, why the hell had he fallen asleep? "Yeah, I like this one. To bad I didn't get to watch it."

Mike laughed and leaned into Keith. Keith pulled away, but could only go so far. When he was close enough to kiss him, Mike merely leaned his forehead to Keith's. With a husky whisper, he said, "Good, your fever has gone down a bit. It's still there, but it's not as high."

"Oh." Keith gulped audibly. It must be delirium from the fever, but he wanted nothing more than for Mike to kiss him right then. "I . . . I didn't realize I had one."

"Well, you did. Here I was trying to get sympathy from you, and you go and get sicker than me. Shame on you."

"Sorry."

"Keith?"

"Yes?"

"Stop looking at me like that or I'm going to have to take advantage of you."

Keith turned a delightful shade of pink. "Sorry."

Mike pulled back and rested against the head board. "Don't be. I kind of like it when you look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want me to take advantage of you."

Keith bit his lip. It had come time to make some decisions. Did he want to go farther in this relationship with Mike? Or did he want to pretend it never happened? Could he live with himself if he just let it slip away? "Mike?"

"Hmm?"

"Would it be bad?"

Mike looked at him, not quite understanding what Keith was asking, but knowing that somehow it was important. "Would what be bad?"

Keith looked at the ceiling. "Would it be bad if I wanted you to take advantage of me?"

Mike nearly swallowed his tongue right then. Somehow, he miraculously kept himself from jumping Keith and spoke calmly. "No, it wouldn't be bad, not if it's something that you really want."

Keith looked down at his hands as they played with the blanket. "I was thinking last night. About things that you said and stuff. I was thinking that whatever is happening between us is very new to me and it scares me a bit, but what scares me more is the thought of not finding out where it goes. I like the fact that it's you and stuff. I just don't . . . I don't want to make it stop."

Mike took a deep breath. "You know, Keith. Once you give me the green light, there is no going back. I want it all, not just some fling. I can't do that, not with you. If I want to kiss you out in public, then that's what I'll do. If I want to dance with you or go out with you, it will be like a normal date. I want you to be okay with that first or it's just not fair to either of us. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Keith whispered. It was frightening saying all of this out loud. Even though he knew Mike was his friend and would never reject him or hurt him, he was still afraid it would happen. "I understand and I still want you."

Mike smiled. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

He gently tilted Keith's face up to look at him. When Keith got that look on his face again that screamed for Mike to take him, Mike groaned low in his throat and kissed him. It wasn't going to be the most restful of days, but it certainly was going to be the most satisfying. 

As their lips met, Keith melted into him, giving himself completely. His hand rested lightly on Mike's bare chest feeling his heartbeat under his hand. It was nearly as erratic as his own and that comforted him in ways he couldn't even explain. The feel of Mike's skin under his palm excited him. Growing brave, he let his fingers slide down and circle Mike's hardening nipple.

Mike moaned into his mouth.

It was empowering knowing that his touch could elicit a response from Mike. Moving slowly, he rose up and sat on Mike's lap, both hands now on his chest. Mike's hands reached up and caressed his neck and face as their lips plundered each other. Keith let one hand trail its way down Mike's chest onto his stomach. The muscles quivered under his exploratory touch making excitement jump in his stomach. He could feel the length of Mike's arousal under him. He moved experimentally and delighted when Mike jumped under him, another groan rising in his throat. 

Mike broke away from their kiss. "Touch me, Keith."

Keith looked down at Mike's jeans and could clearly see the bulge. He'd never pictured himself touching another guy. But, then again, he never would have imagined allowing his best friend to seduce him on his birthday, either. 

With a hand that shook only slightly, Keith traced the outline of the bulge, Mike sucking in his breath. When Keith let his finger slide inside of the jeans to touch the head of Mike's arousal, Mike let the same breath out on an explosive his.

Keith pulled his hand back afraid he'd hurt him or done something wrong. 

Mike made a grab for his hand, a smile on his lips. "No, baby, its okay. It felt good. Damn good." 

Keith gave a small smile. 

"As much fun as I can see that you are having, I'm not sure I can take a whole lot more of this. You're torturing me."

Keith laughed and coyly put both hands on top of Mike. "That means I shouldn't stop, right? How am I ever supposed to learn how to do this if you stop me at crucial moments?" His hands griped Mike through his jeans, making Mike go taunt. 

Mike grabbed Keith's wrists in one hand and flipped them so Keith was under him, his hands above his head. Keith looked startled, but his body told a different story. "My turn, you little imp."

Letting his body pin Keith to the mattress and keeping one hand secure around Keith's wrists, Mike's left hand eased its way down Keith's neck, slowly unbuttoning the shirt Keith was in. With each new section of skin, Mike would lean in and love this new area with a lick and kiss. It didn't take long for him to have Keith breathing erratically under him. Still, he didn't relent. Pushing the now open shirt wide, he let his mouth cherish each nipple while his hand made it's way to the fly of the Keith's jeans. Painstakingly slow, he unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper. Keith let out a cry as Mike's hand found him. 

"Hmmm, seems like you like this. Are you taking notes," Mike asked with a husky laugh.

"You bastard," Keith responded without any heat. 

"I'll take that as a yes." Releasing Keith's hands. Mike rose up and stripped Keith of his jeans, making short time of his own as well. Coming down on top of him again, Mike nestled himself in between Keith's legs, the head of his arousal right at Keith's entrance. 

Grabbing hold of Keith's arousal to keep him where he wanted him, he reached into his nightstand and found his K-Y. He thanked who ever it was that invented the flip-top that was so easy to use with one hand, and poured some onto Keith's manhood. 

Keith moaned out loud, a sound of pure ecstasy. 

Mike laughed as he rubbed the lubricant in, using some on himself as well. "Like the self warming, do you?"

Keith began to buck his hips in time to Mike's hand. Mike paused and leaned in close to Keith, whispering in his ear. "Tell me what you want, Keith."

"I . . ."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

"How do you want me?"

Keith groaned.

"Come on, tell me."

"You're cruel."

"And you love it. Now tell me how you want me."

"I want you inside of me. Please, Mike!"

That was all he needed. With a surge of his hips, he buried himself into Keith with a moan. Keith cried out and rose off his back, pressing himself farther onto Mike.

"I'll never let you go, Keith," Mike panted. "Never. You are mine."

Together, they began to move. Keith looked into Mike's eyes, afraid he'd lose this moment of unity if he looked away. Their bodies became slick, still Keith held to Mike.

"Come with me, Keith. Come with me."

As one, they cried out their release and fell back onto the bed. Mike smoothed Keith's hair away from his face and kissed him on the lips.

Keith smiled at him. "I don't know how good of a boyfriend I'll be, but I'll try, I promise, Mike."

"You're already everything I need, Keith." Mike leaned back onto a pillow, rolling Keith with him so he was laying on top. 

"How did you know?"

"How did I know what?"

Keith let his finger roam Mike's collar bone. "How did you know I was, um, gay? I didn't even know, so how did you?"

"Call it gaydar, call it what ever you want. All I know is that when I looked at you, I wanted you and that was enough for me."

"Hmm."

Keith raise his head and looked toward the bedroom door into the hallway. 

"What?"

Keith looked back at Mike. "I thought I heard the front door."

Mike reached for the remote and quickly turned off the TV. With in moments, they both heard the steady pounding on the front door. 

"Shit." 

"Deep shit," Keith said, rolling off the bed. Grabbing for his pants, he headed for the door.



His Seduction Ch. 05



"Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies."

Sorry about the delay, and what a delay it was! I would go into the reasons, but nobody really wants to hear excuses. So, please, enjoy this story, the ending to what I had only intended to be a one chapter delight and turned into a five chapter epic. Thank you for all of your support. You have no idea what it has meant to me.

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Tugging up the zipper of his jeans, Keith ran from the room barefoot, padding down the hall to the stairs. Whipping at his stomach and chest with his open jeans shirt that Mike left on him while he ravished him, Keith looked down towards the door wondering who it could be. Most people he knew were in class at the moment and none would be this insistent on trying to break down the door with their fist.

Mike paused in the middle of the stairs pulling on a T-shirt as Keith began to open the door, just as curious to know who it was that was enthusiastically trying to reshape their door.

Keith opened it to find Kelly, Scott, and a red head standing on the other side. Kelly was grinning from ear to ear and jumping up and down.

"Oh, hi, Keith. Where is Mike?" Kelly pushed past him, leading the read head by the hand. Spotting him on the stairs, she squealed in delight. "Look what I found on my door step!"

The red head stepped forward and looked slyly at him while his jaw dropped. "Hey, Mikey. Been a long time, love."

"Holy shit! Toni?" Mike jumped down the rest of the way and grabbed her up in a bear hug, lifting the petite redhead off the ground and swinging her around.

Keith stepped back, almost walking out the door until he ran into Scott. Scott smiled down at him and handed him two Tupperware bowls of chicken noodle soup. "Kelly and I were going to bring these over to you guys when we ran into Mike's ex-girlfriend, Toni. We just couldn't wait to bring her over."

Keith glared at him, not missing the lecherous glint in Scott's eyes as he looked over Keith's chest and stomach. Taking the soup, he headed for the kitchen and snarled, "Thanks."

Scott practically skipped as he followed Keith into the tiny kitchen.

"Man, I can't believe it's actually you, Toni! Damn, what's it been, three years?"

"Yep, you bum. You promised to keep in touch!"

Mike released her, looking her up and down. She was just as hot as always with her perky B-cups and tiny little waste. She hadn't changed a bit. "Sorry, about that. You know I've never been good at long distance correspondence."

"That just means you owe me for all those years, Mikey."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Dinner and a movie. Plus this." Toni grinned and grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss that nearly curled his toes. He damned near forgot Keith was in the room. Shit! Keith!! 

Mike pulled back and concentrated on focusing his eyes. "Um, Toni, I ah, want you to meet, um . . . um . . ."

Keith could have spit nails had he not currently been trying to keep Scott from getting too close to him. He glared over in Mike's direction who was staring at him with something close to dismay. "His roommate. They call me no-name."

Mike shook his head. "No, no that's not what I meant!"

"Yes, it is. Trust me." Keith knew acid was dripping from his mouth, but he didn't really care at the moment. After everything they'd just shared upstairs, Mike forgot his damn name at the first sign of a pretty face and a good pair of tits! So much for being so-called boyfriends. Lifting his hand, he gave a less than friendly wave to Toni. "Hi, I'm his roommate, Keith. Funny, you would have thought he'd remember my name after we've been roommates for so long. You must have some powers over him, huh?"

"Well, I did almost marry the guy," Toni said with a laugh, her hand crawling up Mike's chest. "I should hope I hold some sway over him."

Mike grimaced.

Toni didn't seem to notice and wrapped her arms around Mike's waist and squeezed. "Not to mention we've been best friends for the last eight years."

"God, I still remember walking in on you two countless times when you were getting all hot and heavy." Kelly shivered and shared a wicked look with Toni. "Grossed me out countless times."

"Yeah, until you found your own boyfriend. Then you were practically begging me to teach you tricks I used on Mike to make him moan."

"Oh, gross. TMI ladies," Scott gagged from behind Keith. "The last thing I need in my head is a heterosexual female and the way she gets busy with her boyfriend!"

"Don't be shy, honey, I'm sure you use some of the same tricks." Toni shrugged with one of the friendliest damn smiles, Keith wanted to hate her for it alone. "If you don't, maybe you could take some notes."

"Toni, my dear, you are incorrigible."

"You know I try, Scott."

"Oh," Keith said with a surprised look at Scott. "You already know Toni?"

Scott shrugged. "Sure, Kelly introduced me to her when we first moved in together. Why? Didn't Mike tell you all about her eons ago?" Scott looked innocently at Mike, a smile quirking his lips.

Mike wanted to hurt him.

"No. No offense, Toni, but I didn't even know you existed."

"No offense, dear. I've never heard of you either," Toni laughed as though it was all a big joke. The significance of the conversation was lost on her, but on no one else. Scott grinned, Keith glared, Mike winced, and Kelly stifled a surprised 'OH' as the reality of the situation hit her.

"Oh, crap," Kelly muttered and turned to glare at Mike. Somehow, someway, she knew this was all his fault.

"What?" Toni was beginning to look a little lost.

"Nothing, Toni, nothing. Listen, why don't you show Toni around the place, Mike? I'll help Keith get some drinks."

"I'd really love to see the campus, Mike." She actually had the gall to bat her eyes at him. The hussy! Keith turned away with a huff and put the Tupperware of soup in the fridge.

"Well, um, okay. I guess."

"Come on! This will give us some time alone so we can catch up!" Toni began pulling Mike towards the door.

"Don't forget your coat, sickie. I don't need you coming back throwing up. I won't be there to clean it up." Keith headed for the stairs and didn't look back. Upon reaching his room, he flopped down onto his bed face down, arms at his sides. He was so tired and his head was beginning to throb again. He could hear mutterings down stairs. Then the sound that made his heart go cold. The front door opened and closed.

Two minutes later there was a soft knock on his door. He didn't bother to raise his head as the door opened and Kelly's soft voice called out to him. "Keith? Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't know Mike hadn't told you about her and I just wasn't thinking, really. We were all such good friends back in junior high and high school that I just brought her over without really thinking about it."

Keith rolled his head back and forth on the mattress. Kelly could barely hear his muffled voice. "Doesn't matter. Just proves a point I was too blind to see. I should be thanking you."

Kelly came in and sat next to him. "Honey, please don't be upset."

Keith lifted his head and glared at her. "He forgot my name, Kelly. My freaking name! That's nearly as bad as calling out someone else's name when you're in the middle of sex! And just after we . . . we . . . shit."

"After you what," Kelly prompted when Keith didn't continue. 

Keith looked away with shame. "After we got physical and basically said we'd go steady. This has to be the shortest relationship in the history of relationships."

"Oh, honey," Kelly said with a shaking voice. Keith looked over to see her wiping away tears. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

Keith sighed and sat up, pulling her into a hug. He stroked her hair as she cried into his shoulder. "Shh, it's not you're fault, Kelly. You didn't know his ex-girlfriend would make me obsolete in his eyes and try to stick her tongue down his throat in front of all of us. You had no way of knowing she was a cheap whore trying to win back his affections."

With a choked laughed, Kelly pulled back and hit him in the shoulder. "That's not funny, Keith!"

"Sure it is. Let's me forget that I'm insanely jealous and that my now ex-boyfriend just went out with his ex-girlfriend."

Kelly sniffed. "I'm going to kill him. I really will. Why didn't he tell just her-" She cut off and threw a guilty look at him.

"Why didn't he tell her we were together? Good question, one I really don't want to delve into at the moment."

Kelly placed her hand on his chest and began to open her mouth to say something, but stopped. Instead her hand moved up to his throat and then up to his forehead, while her other hand when to her own head. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as he pulled his head away with a grimace. "What the hell were you doing having sex and running around half naked while you are running a fever? Get into bed right now while I go get a thermometer!"

"But, Kelly, I-"

"Now, Keith!"

"Fine," He sighed in defeat. He was just too tired to fight with her.

She stormed from the room as he peeled off his shirt and his jeans. Pulling on some boxer briefs, he slid under the covers with a shiver. The damn sheets were cold.

Kelly came back in shaking an old fashioned glass thermometer, Scott right behind her looking on curiously. Kelly leaned in towards Keith. "Open."

Keith obeyed and let her place it under his tongue.

"Scott, I want you to make sure he keeps that in his mouth for five minutes while I go make some lemon tea with honey."

Scott grinned evilly. "Sure thing, doll."

Scott sat on the edge of the bed as Kelly left the room. "Sick, huh? That means you're weak, doesn't it? Don't have as much strength as you usually do."

Keith pulled the thermometer out and glared at Scott. "I still have enough strength to kick your ass. Get the hell off my bed!"

"Put it back in, or I'll tell Kelly you're not behaving. You don't want her to get all bitchy on your ass and call the school doc for a house call, do you? She'd do it, too."

Disliking doctors with a passion, Keith put it back in his mouth. 

Scott got a nasty look on his face and leaned down, pinning Keith's hands to the bed, ignoring the glare Keith threw him. "Do you have any idea how badly I want to gobble you up?"

"You just want me because you can't have me. I'm nothing more than a prize in a pissing match between you and Mike, aren't I?"

"Don't open your mouth, or the thermometer won't work right." Scott leaned down and licked the side of Keith's neck making him shiver. Keith tried to pull his head away, but Scott just followed him, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you taste divine."

Keith tried to jerk his hands out of Scott's grasp and threw his hips to the right away from Scott. Scott just laughed and nipped his shoulder. "I love it when you fight me." 

Keith moaned as Scott found the spot on his collar bone that made him go crazy. Scott laughed darkly in his throat and pulled his knees up onto the bed so he could perch next to Keith. "Like that, do you?"

Keith mumbled darkly, keeping his lips firmly around the thermometer, hoping it didn't break in his mouth, and glared at Scott's dark head. Curses floated around in his mind along with ways to get away from him.

"Christ, I want you," Scott muttered softly. "I could make you happy, you know. I'd never forget your name. I would try everyday to make you smile. Hell, I'd never let you leave the bedroom." Scott leaned his head down onto the pillow next to Keith's head. His voice became painfully soft. "Somewhere along the line, you stopped being a prize."

"Okay, Keith, here you-what the hell is going on, Scott?" Kelly had come back into the room carrying a steaming mug of tea, stopping just inside the door as she witnessed the scene before her. Scott was practically on top of Keith, pinning him to the mattress. Her eyes narrowing dangerously, she took a step into the room. "Get the fuck off of him, Scott. Now, before I kick your ass."

"Kelly, it's not what you think," Scott said condescendingly. He hadn't seen her look this mad since her last boyfriend had cheated on her. She'd ended up putting the guy in the hospital with severely bruised goods.

Keith took advantage of the moment Scott was distracted, pulled his legs up underneath him and launched Scott off of him. Scott flew off the end of the bed and crashed into a bookcase, books and CD's falling onto his head. 

"Damn it, that hurt!"

Keith spit out his thermometer and lunged at Scott, pulling him up and hitting him across the mouth. "You asshole! No means no! If you ever so much as breath in my direction again, I swear I'll make you an eunuch! Do you understand me?"

Scott held a hand to his bleeding mouth, but Keith could tell he was smiling. "You're beautiful when you're angry."

Keith punched him in the stomach. Stepping back, he pulled on his pants, pushed past Kelly and left the room breathing hard. Damn that Scott! Double damn Mike for leaving him in the house with Scott! Keith punched the wall as he headed down the stairs and grimaced as pain shot up his hand. 

"Keith? Keith, wait! Keith, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left him up there with you. I don't know what I was thinking," Kelly yelled as she ran down the hall after him. "This is just my day for screw ups."

"Don't worry about it, Kelly," Keith said tightly as he made his way to the fridge. He could hear Scott stumbling down the steps, groaning as he went. "Scott and I just made some boundaries, that's all. Right, Scott?"

"Boundaries, yeah. Good strong boundaries. Christ, you've got a hell of a punch for a bookworm."

Keith got out some ice and started breaking it on the counter. Throwing the ice chips into two different sandwich bags, he turned and tossed one at Scott who caught in one hand. "You're mouth is still bleeding."

"It's not my mouth I'm worried about," Scott said, his left arm pinned around his waist.

Keith glared at him as he put his own ice on his right hand and let out a hiss. "Suck it up, pansy. I didn't hit you that hard."

"No, but the bookcase did. My shoulder is killing me!"

Kelly looked back and forth between the two of them and shook her head. Keith still looked pissed and Scott still looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, but they were still talking to each other. Even if they were keeping the entire room between them, why they weren't yelling and screaming or just beating each other bloody was beyond her. At the very least she'd expected Keith to throw Scott out of the house. 

"Sit your ass down on that couch over there, you big wuss, and don't come near me again."

"I love it when you're demanding."

"Scott," Keith growled warningly.

Scott raised his bag of ice in surrender and moved off to the large couch, laying on it gingerly. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist. I get the hint, you're not interested."

"Damn right I'm not interested." Keith leaned down onto the cool counter, holding the ice to his throbbing hand. He'd bruised something, he was sure. Sad part was, he was still angry enough he wanted to hit something else, just not Scott. He was sure his rejection hurt enough.

He moaned as gentle fingers petted his head. "Keith, honey, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you go back in time and tell Toni all about your gay brother and his hot boyfriend before you bring her over here?"

"No, but I can seriously bitch slap Mike for you."

Keith laughed. Standing up, he kissed Kelly on the cheek. "I love you, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. Now go lay down on the other couch while I grab your tea and make some popcorn. Scott, pick out a movie will you?"

"Oh, sure, asked the wounded one to do it."

"Stop whining and pick a movie."

Keith walked into the small living room and curled up on the loveseat, letting out a sigh of relief. Pain radiated in every muscle. The fever was up again, he was sure, but he just didn't care enough to do anything about it. 

Keith flinched as a blanket was draped over him. He looked up to find Scott leaning over him. Glaring, he started to rise, wondering if he was going to have to kick Scott's ass again.

"Take it easy, I just didn't want you to chill. You're shivering." Scott turned and walked back over to his couch. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he spoke softly. "I meant what I said, Keith. I'm not often that truthful."

Keith was silent for a few minutes. Part of him was sad that he couldn't return any feelings for Scott, but he just didn't feel that way about him. It wasn't there. "Yeah. I know you did, man. It's the only reason I didn't throw you out. Well, that and it's still raining."

"Good to know. Friends?"

"Yeah, I suppose so. Friends."

Kelly came down and handed Keith his tea, then sat with Scott's head on her lap as they watched Sixteen Candles. Scott always did have a weakness for sappy movies.

It wasn't long before Scott and Keith were out like lights. She sat through the movie for nearly forty minutes before she heard Mike and Toni come back. Getting Mike's attention with a wave of her hand, she put her finger to her lips. 

"Hey," Toni whispered as she came into the room and sat at Kelly's feet. She playfully pinched her leg and smirked at her. "You could have warned me, you know."

"About?"

Toni pointed to Mike who was checking Keith's fever with a gentle brush against his head.

"Oh, that. I didn't even think about it, I truly didn't." Kelly continued petting Scott's head as she looked sadly over at Keith. "You really hurt him, Mike."

"It was my fault," Toni started, but Mike shook his head as he sat on the floor in front of Keith and stroked the hand that had fallen off the couch. 

"No, it was me. I didn't handle the situation well at all. I'm going to have to do some fancy foot work for him to forgive me."

Toni cocked her head to the side as she looked at Mike. "You really care about him, don't you?"

Mike sighed. "More than you could possible know."

Toni smiled. "He's a lucky guy." Toni looked at Keith then looked over her shoulder at Scott. "Damn, Kelly, what did you do? Drug them?"

"Well, I did drug Keith. I slipped some medicine in his tea to help him get over his fever." She smiled. "They both wore themselves out shortly after the two of you left."

Mike's head whipped around to glare at the sleeping Scott. Scott's bottom lip was swollen and encrusted with blood at the corner. It was obvious the guy had been decked. "What do you mean? What happen?"

"Let's just say the two of them came to an understanding and leave it at that. If you want details, ask them when they wake up."

"Oh, believe me, I will." 

"Jealous much?" Toni smiled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Mike love someone so much. She was sure his eyes hadn't shined like that when they'd been together. It almost broke her heart except she was so happy for Mike. And here she'd had this grand idea to come to his campus, sweep him off his feet, and work her way back into his life. It was obvious things weren't going to be like they were before.

In the last five minutes of the movie, Scott stirred awake. "I like this part."

"So it was a plot to sleep through the whole thing just so you could watch this part," Kelly laughed.

"Something like that."

"Okay, I come bearing gifts," Jason announced as he came in the house carrying a plastic bag and dripping water. He looked up and appeared startled to find so many people in the living room. "What? A party? And here I was worried you two were on your death beds." He shook his head and wandered farther into the room. 

Mike could feel Keith stretch behind him and barely managed to not turn and kiss him. Something about that boy just begged to be kissed every waking moment.

"Jeeze, Keith, you look like shit," Jason said as he tossed a box of Kleenex to Mike and started taking out vapor rub, Comtrex, Tylenol, and a variety of other medicines and teas. 




His Seduction Ch. 05



"Thanks. I feel like it. My damn head just wont stop pounding." Keith looked over at the TV with disappointment. "Crap, I missed the movie."

"Try watching it and listening to you snore," Scott commented with a yawn. Keith threw a pillow at him and he caught it with a grin.

Kelly poked Scott in the shoulder as he sat up. "What, like you weren't dead to the world? You only woke up for the last five minutes!"

Jason looked down at the lovely petite red head on the floor. "Well, hello there. I don't believe we've met."

Kelly made introductions, not missing the look Keith tried to hide. Jason appeared to hit it off with Toni remarkably. 

"I'm hungry. Let's heat up that soup we brought," Scott said as he rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen. Kelly followed behind, knowing where Mike kept all of his kitchen wares. 

Keith reached for the cordless phone next to his couch as it began to ring shrilly. "Hello?"

Mike looked up and watched Keith's face go tight and pinched. "Who is it?"

Keith shook his head and threw off the blanket to rise off the couch. He quickly made his way upstairs to his bedroom for privacy. 

Mike followed behind curiously, already knowing who it was on the other end. There was only one person who could make that much pain and distrust appear on Keith's face.

"What do you want, Father?"

Mike leaned on the wall outside Keith's open door. Eavesdropping was wrong, he knew, but he wanted to be there if Keith needed him.

"Father, I didn't-"

Pause.

"Yeah, no, of course it was."

Pause.

"Ah, I see. Well, how can I put this delicately?" Pause. "She can go rot in Hell while you are burning along side her."

Mike gapped and stared at the doorway, careful to still stay out of eye sight. Keith was not one to lose his temper, especially not where his father was concerned. Mike had always known him to bow his head and accept his father's will without much complaint. This was a whole new side to him!

Sneeze. "I'm fine, not that you care. It's just a cold." Pause. "What the hell does that have to do with anything? It's not Mike's fault I'm sick!" Actually, it was, but he wasn't about to give his father the satisfaction of knowing he was even partially right. "Look, Father, I'm tired and I really don't want to talk about it anymore. It's very apparent that you love her far more than you love me. No, I'm not trying to make this hard on you." Pause. "I'm not being selfish! If I were being selfish I would relish that fact that I'm going to be the talk of next years Christmas party when I walk in arm and arm with my boyfriend and call your soon-to-be-wife Mommy-dearest! Yeah, let all her friends laugh it up that she has a step son practically the same age as her and he's got a better looking guy than she does!"

Keith was steadily getting louder and Mike could hear his breath beginning to pant. "Yeah, you heard me, my boyfriend! You know, the guy that you stuck your nose up last night? Him." Keith coughed, then his voice turned hard and almost cruel. "Believe me, I'd dare. You taught me well in that, regard."

Mike's heart couldn't have felt more full. Guilt quickly followed to remind him how badly he hurt his boyfriend just hours before. He still had yet to be able to talk to Keith to apologize.

"Oh, yeah, well fuck your damn will! See if I care! Unlike your fiancée, it was never about the money for me, Father! All I wanted was you, you sick son of a bitch!" Keith's voice caught in his throat as his father railed at him. The man really didn't care. Somewhere along the line, his father had died as surely as his mother had so many years ago. "Fuck you, Father, if you can't accept me. Fuck you." 

There was an audible click as Keith hung up the phone, but Mike made no move to enter the room just yet. There was a sniff, then an almost inhuman growl that turned into a furious yell, followed by a crash that Mike assumed was the phone hitting the wall. He finally took a step in the doorway, concern gripping his chest. Keith's world was coming down around him and there was nothing he could do. "Keith?"

"Leave me alone, Mike," Keith was pulling on a hooded sweatshirt with intermediate sniffles.

"Keith, we need to talk."

"No, Mike, we really don't. Not right now. I've had enough talking from everyone." Keith pushed past him out of the room, Mike right behind him.

"Keith, don't walk away from me. Please, we need to talk. Where are you going?"

"Out! Away from here. Stop following me or I swear to God I'll knee you again!" Keith growled as he hurried down the stairs and headed for the door.

Scott looked at Kelly. "I think our little tiger is becoming quite fierce. Did he really knee Mike?"

Kelly sighed and watched Mike jump in front of the door, trying to block the exit. She instinctively knew where this was going. Never corner a tiger. 

Mike yelped as Keith kneed him. He really didn't think he'd do it! Son of a bitch that hurt! "Fuck, Keith!"

"I warned you, didn't I? Don't blame me for this, asshole!"

"Damn," Jason said in awe.

"Oh, my," Toni winced.

Kelly shook her head. "Never underestimate the underdog."

Scott's eyes grew wide. "No shit!" He shrugged. "Maybe he shows his affection this way?"

Mike leaned against the wall and gasped. He glared over at Keith who eagerly glared right back at him. "Please, Keith, you have to let me apologize."

"You know what? I really don't. I don't really give a shit right now that you feel you have to apologize just to make yourself feel better."

"Damn it, Keith! That's not what I meant! Don't treat me like an enemy here! I'm not your father, I'm your boyfriend!"

Keith's eyes narrowed dangerously as he opened the front door with enough force that it slammed into the wall. "Than consider this our first fucking fight!"

Mike slid down the wall as Keith stormed out into the rain, pulling his hood up as he went. Silence dominated.

Toni cleared her throat. "Mike, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, this isn't as bad as it looks."

"Yeah, don't worry about it, babe," Jason said as he rested his arm around her shoulder. It was hard acting calm, cool, and collected when he was as freaked out as he was. He'd never seen Keith so mad, much less violent! "Keith just needs to blow off some steam."

"How can you say that wasn't so bad?"

Scott grinned as he walked over to give Mike a hand up. "Simple. He called this their first fight instead of telling Mike here to go fuck himself six ways from Sunday."

"Yeah," Kelly threw in, "He never said they were through. With Keith, you really have to listen to what he says and what he doesn't say. If Mike would have listened, he would not be feeling as delicate as he is now."

Mike glanced out the still open door, but the rain had already swallowed Keith up. He couldn't even manage to be angry at Keith. He'd happily allow him to beat on him all night if Keith would just come back.

"Where did he go?" Toni asked. She was surprised when all four answered her at the same time.

"The library." 

*****

Keith wandered the historical section for an hour. He couldn't say many nice things about the college, but it did have one hell of a library! Just the section on Greek Mythology alone was phenomenal. 

The rain pounded on the windows in a seemingly endless drizzle. He'd almost dried out, he'd been in the library so long, but he still felt restless. His fight with his father had upset him, but he'd known it was coming for a long time. It was almost a relief to have it over with. Granted, now he was broke and he was going to have to find a job to support him through school, but he felt like a huge burden had lifted off of him. No one's expectations were waiting except his own. It felt good. It felt like freedom.

He growled and pushed a book on Apollo back into it's slot. So why the hell wasn't he happy? Mike, that was why! "The bastard."

Was it too much to ask for someone who cared about him and didn't hurt him? He knew instinctively Mike hadn't done it on purpose. Hell, he'd even tried to apologize before Keith had kneed him. Again. But what the hell? Not even an hour after saying they were going to be together, Mike forgets his name as soon as an old flame walks through the door? If he hadn't had a complex before, this was enough to give him one.

Part of him wanted to break it off with Mike, say to hell with it and walk away. The other part wanted to go back the house and have it out with Mike to see if there was still a way to keep their relationship. It broke his heart at the thought of not being with Mike, even after this.

He pulled out a book on Eros and flopped into a nearby stuffed chair. He'd always loved the story of Cupid and Psyche. After reading the first paragraph three time, he shut the book in a huff. This was getting him no where. All his life he ran away from trouble because it was easier that way. He pretended it didn't hurt as bad, but Keith was finally getting to the point where he could admit it hurt just as much because it always surfaced at some point. Today had been the first time he hadn't run away when his father had called. Pride rose in his breast as he thought about how he'd not backed down like he always did. But then, he'd run away from Mike when he should have stayed. 

"Damn that bastard! I'm going to kick his ass, then I'm going to kiss him until he forgets his own name." He rose to his feet with determination. "He's my man and she can't have him!"

A student the next isle over shushed him.

With a laugh, Keith headed for home.

*****

Keith came in the door and stopped in surprise. It was well after eight and yet Jason, Kelly, Scott and Toni were all still there playing Monopoly at the table. Kelly squealed in delight and demanded Scott pay up for landing on her hotel. Scott sneered and told her that if she wanted to charge people this much, she really ought to get rid of the cockroaches. 

Jason shook the dice in his hand with a laugh that cut off as he spotted Keith. "Uh, hey, man. You're all wet."

Keith had his hands shoved in the front pouch of his sweat shirt. He blushed and looked at the floor as he shuffled his feet. He was prepared to face Mike, but facing his friends after his blowup was still a little embarrassing. "Um, yeah, it's still raining out. Guess a sweatshirt isn't much protection." He coughed to clear his throat, looking up the stairs as if he could see where Mike was. "Is . . . um, is he up there?"

"Depends, are you going to try and make him a soprano again? OUCH!"

Keith watched as Kelly kicked Scott under the table and rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs two steps at a time. "I'll take that as a yes."

Music was pumping from his room. It sounded like his latest CD of Trapt. What would Mike be doing in his room? His heat fluttered erratically in his chest as he slowly pushed open the door to his room. Mike was sitting on the floor near the end of his bed, stacking his books and CD's that had fallen off the shelf when Scott had crashed into it. Mike looked so lost, Keith's breath caught in his throat. Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, Keith let out a sigh. "It really hurt, you know?"

Mike's head whipped around, guilt and anguish reflecting in his eyes, but he wisely stayed silent.

Keith shook his head, his wet hair falling in his eyes. "I wanted to hate you for it. I wanted to hate her. There was even a part of me that wanted to hurt you so you would know how much I was hurting, how betrayed I felt when you couldn't remember my name. I didn't understand how you could simply forget my name after everything we'd been through, after the promises we made. I don't make promise easily, Mike. " A hallow laugh escaped him. "But then I saw the panic in your eyes as soon as you realized your mind couldn't focus enough to remember who it was you'd just had sex with, your own boyfriend's name slipping from your mind, leaving me a stranger. She must be pretty talented with that tongue of hers."

Mike shook his head, a tear sliding down his cheek. He looked down at the CD in his hand and brushed angrily at it with his sleeve.

In the two years he'd known Mike, Mike had never cried before, not once. Keith smiled and walked over to him, gently settling himself on Mike's lap, his knees on either side of Mike's hips. He brushed at the tears that were falling freely now when Mike looked up at him startled. "That's why I had to leave, Mike, why I couldn't talk to you right then. Not after what you did, then with my Father on top of it." Keith sighed. "Deep down, I didn't want to hurt you the way you hurt me. You did it without thought, didn't mean to do it. I would have and I couldn't bear the thought of hurting you like that intentionally."

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to," Mike whispered. His voice caught in his throat.

Keith leaned in until his forehead was resting against Mike's. "I know you didn't."

"I wanted to be the person who was always there for you, who would never hurt you." Mike sniffed. "Guess I failed, huh?"

"Mike, look at me," Keith commanded when Mike looked away from him. He took Mike's face in his hands, making him look. "No one is perfect, I know that. I don't want you to be perfect. I like the fact that you are a jock and a flirt and overly protective. I don't expect you to be infallible. Christ knows I'm not, far from it." He brushed his fingers through Mike's blond locks. "You hurt me, I can't deny that and I wont. But I'm not going to condemn you for it, either. At least, not this time. You ever do it again and I may just have to castrate you."

Mike let out a shaky laugh and grabbed Keith, holding him close. He buried his head in Keith's shoulder and just breathed in his scent, ignoring the wetness that was soaking his clothing. "I wouldn't blame you if you just wanted to walk away, Keith. I know how scared you were to even try a relationship with me and I screwed it up royally in record time. If you want to run, run now or I may never let you go."

"I'm tired of running. You are mine and I'm not going to let you forget it." Keith kissed the top of Mike's head. He moved his hips ever so slightly against Mike's, feeling him swell instantly. "Plus, I'm not feeling too bad right now."

"I'll make this up to you, I will. I don't know how, but I will, I promise you, Keith."

"'What wound did ever heal but by degrees?'" Keith said softly. He laughed at Mike's perplexed expression when he pulled back. "William Shakespeare's Othello, Act 2, Scene 3."

Mike raised an eyebrow with a grin. "Only you would quote Shakespeare at a time like this."

Keith kissed his nose. "Would you have me any other way?"

"At the moment? I'd like to have you out of those wet clothes and squirming under me with moans of pleasure."

Keith laughed with a blush and started to move off of Mike's lap. "Let's worry about the clothing first, you horn dog."

Mike pulled Keith back down, gripping him tightly. He'd almost lost him by being stupid. He wouldn't do it again. Keith meant too much to him. Placing his hands on either side of Keith's head, he pulled him in for a plundering kiss, his tongue showing no mercy. Desperation and need warred with desire. He could feel Keith's hands grip his shoulders as a little moan rose from his lover's throat. It was the sexiest damn sound he'd ever heard.

When the kiss ended, Keith rested his forehead against Mike's, his breath ragged. "Damn you kiss good."

"Not half bad yourself."

"Um, Mike?"

"Yeah?" 

"I really need to get out of these clothes. Wet jeans get . . . um . . . really tight."

Mike let out a throaty laugh as he watched Keith's face go crimson. He gripped the bottom of the dripping sweatshirt and began to pull it up over Keith's head. "I'll help you out of them, but there is no guarantee I'll let you get into something else." 

"But, Mike," Keith shot a look over at the still open bedroom door as his sweatshirt landed with a plop on the floor over in the corner. His voice dropped to a nervous whisper. "The doors open! And incase you have forgotten, we still have people downstairs!"

"You're point would be?" Mike leaned in and suckled on Keith's collar bone, making him quiver. His hot tongue dove into the hallow against Keith's chilled skin.

"Christ," Keith moaned, arching his back. His hand dove down and grabbed Mike through his jeans. "Two can play at that game, bastard. Now let me up."

Mike sucked in a breath as Keith's fingers tormented him. "This is a persuasion to make me let you go?"

Keith laughed and jumped up, letting Mike go. "No, I just wanted to distract you." Kicking off his shoes, he bent to pull off his socks. They were still dripping and his toes were prunes. "Ewe. That's attractive." He headed for the door when Mike's arms encircled him from behind.

Mike laid his head against Keith shoulder. The thought of being even three feet apart from him for a minute was almost excruciating. His voice came out low and soft, saying, "I told her you know. We weren't even off the front porch and I told her. I felt an almost painful pride at telling her that you were mine, and it nearly killed me to think that I might have lost you from being stupid."

Keith left his arms at his sides, loving the warmth from Mike's body seeping into him. "You're human, you're allowed stupid moments."

"And you are a saint for understanding that."

Keith laughed. "No, I'm just a guy who is too stubborn to let you go. I'm a little possessive that way."

"Yeah? I'm a little possessive, too." Mike's hand slide sinuously down Keith's stomach, his fingers quickly opening Keith's jeans. Keith moaned as Mike's hand closed around him inside his boxer briefs. Mike kissed his neck. "I also talked to Scott." 

Keith gasped as Mike's thumb rubbed over his head, slickening it with precum. His back arched as he groaned.

"He told me how he got that bloody lip of his."

Keith's breath was coming in short gasps. The man's hands should be illegal! "I don't . . . ah . . .know what you're . . . shit . . . talking about."

Mike's laugh was as dark as his hand was tormenting. "I like the fact that you can fend him off. If you hadn't thoroughly pummeled him, I would have. The thought of him touching you makes me want to kill him."

"Jesus, Mike!" Keith breathed as his hips jerked. "Scott's not so . . . ah, fuck . . . he's not so bad."

"He's not so good either. Not many men can turn him down when he wants them."

Keith turned his head to look into Mike's blue eyes. "He's not you." He leaned in to kiss him lightly, then pulled back with a smile. "Now if you don't mind, now is really not a time I would like to be talking about Scott."

Mike removed his hand, and turned Keith until he could push him up against the wall. He loved the way Keith's breath would quicken every time he was pinned. It was exhilarating and empowering. Leaning in, he let his own body hold Keith in place as he licked the tender spot under Keith's ear. "Let's see if we can't warm you up."

Though Keith's voice quivered, his eyes held a determined light. "You are so not getting the upper hand this time."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." With his hands firmly on Mike's chest, he pushed Mike back towards the bed and shoved him on to it. Making quick work of Mike's pants while Mike pulled off his shirt, Keith discarded the last of his own clothing and sat on top of Mike's legs. His movements grew hurried and almost desperate. He wanted . . . needed Mike inside him, needed that unity and fullness only Mike could give him. But he wanted Mike to squirm. Leaning down, he nipped Mike's nipples just hard enough to make him gasp as his hands flirted around Mike's manhood with touches so soft it was sure to drive his lover crazy.

Mike began to moan, his hands gripping Keith's dark hair. When had Keith's tongue gotten so talented? With a yank, he pulled Keith's mouth up to his own for a burning kiss. That kiss told him everything he ever needed to know about Keith. This man was passionate, forgiving, and all his. Mike moaned against Keith's mouth and whispered, "I don't deserve you."




His Seduction Ch. 05



Keith smiled against his lips. "Yeah, I know."

"Imp."

Keith raised his hips as he stared into Mike's blue eyes, those eyes that continually swallowed him up whole. With a moan of his own mixing with Mike's, he settled Mike in him. "You know I'm going to curse you from now until the end of time, right?"

"Why," Mike breathed. God, Keith felt incredible. 

"For corrupting me." At Mike's laugh, Keith leaned in and breathed in his ear, "And for making me fall in love with you."

Mike's breath caught and for a moment, he couldn't do anything. Chest constricting in a painful way, eyes tearing up, he grabbed Keith and held him close as they began to move together. Reaching up until he found Keith's hands, he linked them together as they rode over they edge, Keith crying out in unison with him. Keith collapsed on him, breathing hard. Mike kept one hand intertwined with Keith's, the other stroking his dark hair. With a soft kiss, he smiled at the ceiling. "I love you, too, Keith. You've completely bewitched me."

"Promise you'll never leave me? You can flirt all you want, can't say I'll like it, but you can do it. Just promise me you'll always be mine."

"I don't need to flirt with anyone else, I have you." They sealed their bargain with a kiss that quickly turned into much more. This time it was slower, delectable. They made love, promising each other with their bodies forever. Eternity was theirs now that they had truly found one and other.



His Seduction



Mike entered with a bottle of beer in each hand and a grin on his face. “Hey, you’re not going to sleep yet are you? It’s only,” a quick look at his watch, “three in the morning. The sun isn’t even close to rising yet, so it’s still early!”

Keith laughed and took one of the beers Mike offered him, scooting over on the bed as Mike sat next to him. Though his nerves jumped at the thought of being alone with Mike, Keith shrugged it off. If Mike wasn’t going to make a big deal about it, than neither would he.

Mike took a swing on his beer. “You’d better drink that. You wont be allowed to have anymore until your next birthday.”

“Yes, Dad,” Keith laughed sarcastically.

“So, how does it feel to be twenty now? You feel any different?”

Keith put his unopened beer on the night table and flopped back on the bed, his hands behind his head staring at the small glow-in-the-dark stars he had put there several months ago. His roommates often teased him about them, but those stars let him dream, so he kept them up. “No, I don’t feel very different. How did you feel when you turned twenty?”

“Oh, that was way too long ago to remember. I can’t remember much of what happened two days ago, much less what happened two years ago.” Mike put his own beer down and looked at Keith. Keith had closed his eyes, a pleased smile on his face as he talked about some stupid thing Jason had been doing a little earlier at the party. After all his grumbling about having to go to the party, it looked like he had really enjoyed himself. His black hair fell over his forehead and Mike’s fingers itched to brush it back. Knowing he wouldn’t have a better chance than this he leaned down, held onto Keith’s wrists and kissed him.

Keith’s eyes went wide. A whimper rose in his throat as Mike’s tongue invaded his mouth. The kiss was demanding, yet surprisingly gentle. Keith soon found himself kissing Mike back with just as much need instead of trying to turn his head away, feeling himself growing hard at the possession in the kiss. He lost himself in the moment, feeling Mike’s tongue make love to his own, never knowing that such a simple kiss could be so pleasurable. He felt Mike’s body cover his, Mike’s hips slowly grinding down onto him.

When Mike came up for air, Keith’s eyes were wide and uncertain, his breathing uneven. He couldn’t seem to meet Mike’s blue gaze, so he stared over his shoulder instead. How was he supposed to react? He knew he wasn’t gay, but his cock had never been harder than it was at this moment. Licking his lips, he panted, “M-Mike?”

Mike kissed the tip of Keith’s chin, breathing hard. “Don’t fight it, Keith.”

“I-I don’t understand, is this another joke? If so, I’m not finding this very funny.” Desperately trying to comprehend what was happening to him, Keith struggled against Mike’s iron grip, his hips coming off the bed in an attempted to free himself and dislodge Mike. He needed to stand up, to put some distance in between them so he could breath, so he could think, but Mike’s grip was to strong to break! Keith decided he really needed to start going to the gym! Panic was rising in him at an alarming rate. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. But if it wasn’t, why the hell was he so turned on?

“No it’s not a joke, far from it.” Mike groaned as Keith moved his hips again. “Please stop wiggling around, Keith, you’re killing me.”

Realizing that he could feel Mike’s hard-on against his thigh, Keith did as he was told and stopped moving. Was Mike turned on? 

Mike looked into Keith’s uncertain eyes and smiled. “I’m not going to hurt you, Keith, I promise, but I need you very badly right now and I’m not going to be taking no for an answer. It hasn’t been easy keeping my hands off of you this last week, you know.”

“But you’re not gay! I hear all the girls you have in your room! And I’m not gay . . . am I? No, no, I’m not.”

Mike gave a low, dark laugh. “I’ve been bi-sexual for quite sometime. And, like it or not, so are you or you wouldn’t be throbbing right now the way you are.”

Keith blushed and looked away, trying to will his erection away to no avail. Damn treacherous body!

“Please, just give me tonight to hold you, let me teach you all the things your body craves. Anything beyond tonight is totally up to you, but let me have this night with you.” Knowing that he couldn’t simply force his best friend into it, he let go of Keith’s wrists. When Keith didn’t struggle, but looked at him with uncertain and pleading eyes, Mike grinned and started to kiss his way down Keith’s jaw and down throat.

Keith gasped as Mike took one of his hardened nipples into his mouth, lightly nipping on it with his teeth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub until he made Keith groan, then moved on to the next. Mike’s hands found the front of Keith’s pants and soon had them undone and was slowly pulling them down with his boxers, his mouth never stopping its ministrations to Keith’s nipples when Keith’s hands stopped him. 

“Mike, I don’t know how to, um,” he stuttered, not sure how to verbalize his distress. Could this situation get any worse? Not only was he a novice, but now he had to point it out! “That is I never, um-“

Mike gave another low throaty laugh as he looked into Keith’s worried eyes. “If you are anything at all in here like you were out there on the dance floor with my sister, believe me, you have nothing to worry about.”

“You were watching me?”

“I couldn’t take my eyes away from you.” Looking deep into Keith’s eyes, he whispered with a smile, “I’m sure you’ll learn this quicker than you do that damn business class. And I can guarantee you’ll enjoy it more.”

As Mike began sliding down his pants, Keith’s face heated and he closed his eyes, gripping the bedspread with clenched fists. He was embarrassed at how hard he’d become. Never having compared his cock with friends in high school, he wasn’t real sure whether it was a good size or not. What if it was too thin? Or too thick? What if he came too soon? Would Mike be disappointed? Would he laugh at him? Why hadn’t anyone told him sex would be so fucking stressful?????

Afraid he was going to hyperventilate, Keith took a deep, shaking breath.

He felt his pants slide off, heard them thud to the floor. Then a deafening silence fell about the room, as he lay there naked in front of his best friend. He held his breath, waiting for Mike’s ridicule, but it never came. Taking a chance, he slowly opened his eyes to find Mike grinning at him. “What?”

Mike let out a light laugh. “This might be a lot more pleasant for both of us if you relaxed a little. Don’t be so nervous.”

“Sorry.”

When Keith didn’t relax in the slightest, Mike laughed again and began prying the bedspread from the death grip Keith had on it. 

“Oh.” Keith let go of the bedspread and concentrated on breathing. Breathing was good, he had to remember that.

Mike sat up and took off his own shirt, his broad muscular chest smooth. Leaning down on his elbow, he let his fingers slowly trail down Keith’s ribcage and stomach, delighting in feeling the muscles jump at his touch. He let his hand play in the small amount of coarse dark hair surrounding Keith’s cock. It was long and hard at a wonderful eight inches, uncut. Precum leaked out of the tip, the clear fluid running down the side. “Your cock is beautiful, you know that?”

Keith blushed, wondering whether he should respond in kind. No! Of course not! He hadn’t even seen Mike’s cock yet, how could he say he had a beautiful one too? 

He felt Mike move on the bed, but didn’t have the courage to see what he was doing. Before he knew it, Mike’s mouth had wrapped its self around Keith’s cock. 

“SHIT!” Keith gasped and came to a sitting position as electricity shot through his body. He’d never had such wonderful sensations on his cock before! Not even when masturbating. Mike’s mouth seemed to suck it in, his tongue playing around the tip. Then sliding down the length, taking it farther into his mouth. Keith nearly shot his load right then and there when Mike took him into his throat!

Mike’s free hand came up and fondled Keith’s balls, rolling them around. Sometimes he would take his mouth off just long enough to take one of them into his mouth, his hand stroking slowly up and down Keith’s length. Occasionally, he would reach his finger down into Keith’s ass, moving it around slowly, Keith nearly passing out with the pleasures that created!

Within a few minutes, Keith knew he couldn’t hold off. “Mike, I’m – I’m going to cum!”

Mike began sucking harder.

Keith couldn’t hold it in. He came harder than he’d ever cum in his life, and Mike never missed a drop. Keith grew dizzy and light headed, flopping back on the bed. 

Mike came up in front of him smiling, his lips glistening. “Mmm, that was nice.”

When Keith finally caught his breath again, he grinned as well. “I’ve never felt anything that felt that good before.”

“And we’re just getting started.” Mike leaned down and kissed him again. Keith could taste his cum on Mike’s lips and tongue and found himself growing hard again. “It’s going to be a long night, Keith. I hope you're up for it.”

Keith’s grin widened. With Mike, he was up for anything.