THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Travis

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

Travis Schuldt hated the night even as he realized that it was his
element. He was born at the stroke of midnight on Christmas' eve,
he lost his virginity at the same time on his fifteenth birthday
to his football coach at the backside of the man's truck, his
father died in the ungodly hours of night, and he heard news of
his football coach's fatal car accident at night when he was
seventeen. So many of his life's momentous occasions took place at
night.

He was twenty-eight years old now. Mr Haynes, the football coach,
died eleven years ago, yet why was he still remembering the man
this much? The man was his first and Travis remained with the man
for two years, damn whether people said it was right or wrong. Mr
Haynes was the perfect father and lover, and he would always
remember the man that way, even if today, his cynical mind would
only remind him that the man was taking advantage of a teenager
starved for a male authority figure in his life.

His father. Travis hated the man as much as he always tried so
hard to win his father's affections. Even now, he could still the
ghost of his father's disapproval hovering over him like a dead
weight on his soul. "Why can't you behave? Why can't you be
sensible? Why are you so rebellious?" he could still hear in his
mind. His father was a gentle, even-tempered man. He had never
scolded or lifted a hand on Travis, but he never hid his
disappointment with his son.

But his father had Eddie. James Edward Franco, his stepbrother. Hs
parents divorced a year after Travis was born, and four years
later his mother married some man Travis never met and Eddie
became her stepson. After his parents died in a car crash, Travis'
father adopted Eddie and they became a family.

Eddie was a quiet scholar like Kieran Schuldt, and he even became
Kieran's research assistant when Eddie graduated three years ahead
of schedule from college, a true scientific prodigy in every sense
of the word. Travis had watched as those two laughed and joked
over their research and other matters Travis had no clue about and
could never join in.

Kieran was dead now, Travis thought bluntly. And Eddie, a bright
star, stopped caring and retreated into his lab.

Travis just had to seduce Eddie's boyfriend, and he deliberately
arranged it so that Eddie would find out. If Travis had taken a
knife and stabbed Eddie to death himself, he couldn't have done a
better job in destroying what was left of Eddie's status quo.

Maybe that was why he was standing in the shadows tonight,
watching as Eddie wept silently in the darkness of his room. Eddie
thought he was alone, and he was, if Travis hadn't heard him and
silently pushed open the door a little.

"Why?" Eddie had screamed at him earlier today after he'd found
out about the sordid affair. "You could have anyone you want, but
Jack - he loves me, Travis. Why do you have to take away the only
person who can love me? You can have anyone, Travis, so why? Why,
damn you?"

Because Eddie took away Kieran from him, Travis had thought then,
but he never spoke those words loud. No, he never had Kieran's
affections, probably. Kieran might be a gentle and patient father,
but he had no place in his life for people like Travis. Kieran
lived for the lab, and in Eddie, Kieran found the son he had
always longed for: an extension of Kieran himself, a young man to
whom Kieran could relive the glories of his dreams and ambitions.
How Travis hated Eddie for being what he couldn't be but had
always tried to be!

But now, all he felt was a weary sense of resignation. There was
no triumph. He just listened to Eddie's broken cries, and decided
to move away. Yet his hand rebelled, and it pushed the door open
wider.

"I'm sorry," he said. It was true, he realized with a shock. He
was sorry.

Eddie didn't even acknowledge him. But he flinched when Travis
stood beside him in that dark room to look out the window to the
word six stories down their apartment. "He doesn't love you," he
said in his most gentle voice. "Jack takes me up on my offer
without hesitation."

"You're so beautiful, of course he can't resist you," Eddie said
quietly, only his heavy breathing now betraying his emotions.
"Nobody can resist you. Next to you, I am nobody."

Travis turned to look at Eddie. "You think so?" he asked in
amazement. "I'm not that attractive."

"You are. I had a crush on you the moment we first met. Thank
goodness I soon lost that crush."

"How wise of you," Travis murmured.

Eddie slanted him a curious look. "Are you really sorry?"

"Yes, I am." It was easier to say that than Travis expected. "Do
you want to hit me, if it will make you feel better?"

Eddie looked shocked, and Travis thought bitterly, well, of
course. Eddie was just like Kieran - almost gentle, always
sensitive, and always cruel to the ones that disappointed them.
People like Kieran used kindness in the most vicious ways to make
Travis feel like a complete asshole. So successful was Kieran that
Travis sometimes found himself wondering whether he was to blame
for Kieran's death. Worse, sometimes he wondered whether Kieran
would have lived if Travis tried harder to be the son Kieran
wanted. He knew he shouldn't feel these things, but he still felt
them at moments when he was most vulnerable, such as now.

"Why did you do it?" Eddie asked again.

"Because I wanted to hurt you," Travis said bluntly.

"What did I... but of course." Eddie rested his forehead against
the window glass pane and closed his eyes. "You are always hating
me for taking our father's affections."

"He's not your father." It came our harsher than Travis intended,
and Eddie flinched again.

"He is," Eddie said defiantly.

"And you have to ask me why I hate you," Travis said.

"Do you hate me?" Eddie asked.

Travis stared at Eddie. "You don't hate me?" he asked, truly
puzzled by this possibility. He had hated Eddie for so long, it
seemed inexplicable that Eddie didn't return the favor.

"I don't like you," clarified Eddie. "Sometimes," he added. "But
you are always a charming man even when you are hurting me, and
sometimes... well, sometimes I don't mind it that much. Nobody pay
attention to me much, because I'm such a nerd."

Travis just gaped at Eddie.

"Sometimes I hate you, because you are hurting me and it still
feels like the sweetest thing in the world. A part of me lights up
expectantly when you smile at me, even if my experience tells me
that you will follow up that smile with cruel barbs. When you took
me out to that restaurant on my fourteenth birthday because no one
wanted to come to my party, I thought you were the best
stepbrother in the world." Eddie placed his palm on the glass and
ran his fingers down the smooth surface. "If that's what you
intended as revenge, yeah, Travis, it worked. You have hurt me as
much as Kieran hurt you, and it's perfect too. You kept me wishing
that there is something I can do to make you like me better, just
like how you want to make Kieran love you more."

"Eddie, I - "

"Shut up, Travis. You've robbed me of Jack, and now I have no one
else in this world. Please, give me a little bit of what's left of
my dignity, and leave me alone." Eddie closed his eyes and to
Travis' eyes, looked like a man utterly defeated. Why wasn't
Travis happy? "Travis, can you just please get the fuck out of my
life, okay?"

The expletive on Eddie's tongue was comical to Travis' ears, for
Eddie never swore. Eddie was always soft-spoken and earnest, never
bitter or resigned. Once, Eddie spent six hours trying to solve a
jigsaw puzzle when Travis gave up after ten minutes. Tenacious was
Eddie's second nature, but all that changed after Kieran's death
and after now.

"I'm sorry," Travis just said in the end. What else could he say?
"I'll see you in the morning."

When he closed the door, he realized that he meant what he'd said.
Well, fancy that, he thought, struck by that realization. And with
that came another startling revelation: he felt strangely light-
headed, as if a part of him, chained and rusted for so long, had
finally snapped and broken free. Hell, he had this feeling that he
could never sleep well in what was left of today.



TWO

"So you and the Vampire had a fight," Jared Padalecki said as he
placed his tray of food beside Eddie and took his seat at the
table. "Big deal. He's a jerk anyway."

"Don't call him that," Eddie automatically said before nibbling on
a piece of celery. "Besides, he said he was sorry."

"That's a first," Jared snorted. "And he's a vampire. He sleeps
during the day and wakes up only at night, and all he wears is
some shade of black. And he sucks the soul out of you. He's
definitely a vampire."

"Easy for you to say," Eddie just said.

"You're an idiot, Eddie," Jared said not unkindly. "Move out of
that horrible vampire mansion of yours. Get a room like I did."

"But - " But what, exactly, Eddie wondered. He was always so
reluctant to change his lifestyle. He liked his life predictable
and same. Changes unnerved him and he didn't like the
unpredictable. There were so many potential pitfalls out there and
so many permutations of disasters, that the thought of leaving the
home that was his sanctuary for so many years terrified him.

"I can't believe you're still infatuated with Travis," Jared
exclaimed in exasperation. "You are an idiot, Eddie. How can you
be so smart and still be so pathetic?"

"He's all I have!" Eddie heard himself say. He tried to steady his
breathing. "He's my only family now," he said quietly. "I know
he's a jerk. He had all his friends made my life a living hell in
school and stole my boyfriend. But when he smiles at me, dang it,
I find myself willing to forgive him. I think I'm afraid to lose
him and have no one else." He caught Jared's disgruntled
expression and hastened to explain, "I know, I have friends, but
friends are different. You're not as close as me as you are to
Topher and your uncle, right?"

"You're not even close to Travis," Jared pointed out impatiently.
"He's not even your real brother."

"Yeah. Which is good, isn't it, because if otherwise, I'll be in
trouble for feeling the things I feel when I see him walking
around the house shirtless."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"So am I," Eddie said with a bitter smile playing on his lips.
"But last night he said he was sorry, Jared, and I believe him."

"You wanted to believe him," Jared corrected him. "You always
wanted to believe the best in him because of some sad, twisted
pathetic need of yours to have a family."

"Is that so bad?" Eddie asked quietly. "All I wanted was someone
close to me to be my soul mate. I want someone who understands me
as much I he, and we will laugh together and share our bad times
together, thick and thin. He'll share his burdens with me, and we
will face the world together. Is that wrong, what I want?"

"Not with Travis, and not because he has a hot smile or a great
body. At the rate you are going, Topher will willingly trade
places with you. Wanna be adopted by the Grace clan, Eddie?"

Eddie chuckled. "You met Topher's parents?"

"Worst weekend of my life," Jared said in disgust. "The father
ripped me apart, saying I'll be an embarrassment to Topher, Topher
lost his temper and shouts back, and the timid mother burst into
tears right there in the dining hall. It was a fucking mess, and I
was never more glad when the whole ordeal was over."

"It's nice to see Topher so supportive of you," said Eddie.

"Yeah, I'm glad too. His father's right, you know. I'm just a dumb
guy who only knows about cars. One day when Topher makes it big, I
don't know where I will be in his life anymore." Jared shrugged.
"Oh well, I'll worry about that later when we reach that stage."

"And you're still willing to involve yourself with Topher?"

"Hell, yeah," said Jared. "When you gave that mawkish speech about
soul mates, well, I was thinking that you're describing Topher
perfectly. So why not?"

Eddie shrugged. Why not, indeed? Jared was twenty, and when it
came to his blind optimism, he was almost a decade younger than
Eddie, who believed that soul mates were only for the weak,
desperate, and hapless, such as people like James Edward Franco.
Jared would never understand because he had been, as far as Eddie
knew, cocooned in the warm loving shelter of his uncle Marc's
affections and later Topher's. Maybe Jared had knew hurt, but his
life had been blessed by loving family members and friends. Eddie
envied him.

He thought of Travis. Travis ignored him and when that failed,
lashed out at Eddie using his greatest weapons: his golden looks
and charm that always gulled Eddie into biting his bait. Such as
when he lured Eddie into the school locker room (Eddie was hoping
so badly that Travis would want to at least kiss him) only to have
his friends strip Eddie and leave him naked, gagged, and tied up
in the gym. Kieran would only cut Travis down with some weary,
carefully worded stings, and Travis would only hate Eddie more
intensely.

At first Eddie loved this power he had over Kieran, and he had
rubbed it on Travis' face as revenge. Travis wanted his father's
affections so badly it was ridiculous. Once, he worked his ass off
to get into a biology course only to have Kieran asking him, "Why
can't you be content with the mediocrity that you are?" Travis'
then fourteen-year old face was painful to watch, but Eddie,
watching from a corner, sniggered. Travis only steeped up his
viciousness ever since.

Oh, he was a bad person, Eddie thought. Travis wasn't solely to
blame, for Eddie had played his hand in the fiasco too. He had
deliberately etched a wedge between father and son by subtly
pointing out Travis' faults and reminding Kieran how he, Eddie,
would make Kieran a better son than Travis. And Kieran was also to
blame, he guessed, for letting his son slip away from him. No,
Kieran pushed Travis away and never let Travis come close to him
since the man learned that Travis wasn't anything like him.

"Speak of the devil," Jared said. "That's the Vampire coming over
here."

Eddie turned at once to the direction of the doorway of the
restaurant, and sure enough, it was Travis. Since Travis graduated
with honors (business administration - and hence Travis' honors
went unappreciated by Kieran) and became a decently successful
businessman that operated from their vampire mansion, sorry,
house, he rarely ventured out at daylight. He once joked to a
friend, Eddie overheard, that most of his customers lived in Asia
and with the time differences between them Travis decided to live
according to his customer's time.

Travis looked like hell. His hair was swiftly and maybe carelessly
combed just enough to keep it down, and he looked exhausted. Eddie
felt his own expectations rise, like the instincts of a Pavlov
dog, and when Travis focused those beautiful - if red-rimmed and
exhausted at this moment - eyes at him, it was if the world never
existed; it was always just he and Travis, it seemed.

"I'm outta here," Jared muttered, casting Travis a look of intense
dislike. It wasn't natural for Jared to dislike someone so deeply,
but he probably hadn't forgiven Travis for calling his uncle Marc
a 'fucking milquetoast'. "See you, well, sometime soon."

Eddie was sorry to see Jared go, as Jared was one of the few guys
who didn't mind his company. At the same time, he was also
unnerved by Travis' presence. "What are you doing here?" he asked
nervously.

"To spend some time with you."

Eddie was floored but suspicion soon reared its ugly head. "What
is it now, Travis? It isn't enough that you screwed my ex-
boyfriend?"

"Do you want Jack that badly?" Travis asked finally. He didn't
meet Eddie's eyes, as if he was very uncomfortable with this
conversation. Eddie was intrigued despite himself.

"Do I love Jack?" He used the dirty L word deliberately because he
knew Travis hated hearing the word. Lately though, he began to
wonder if he knew what that word meant himself.

Travis looked paler, if that was possible. "Yeah. Love."

"Probably. But I think I don't want him back. He slept with you.
That was bad taste, and I don't want my men with bad tastes." He
paused when Travis made an odd gurgling sound. "What?"

"Nothing. Go on," Travis just said.

That man was laughing at him, Eddie realized. "No, I don't want
him back," he said firmly.

"Well, he called me. He said you weren't answering his calls, and
he was close to tears. He wants you back."

"It's not my fault he let you screw him now, is it?" Eddie just
said before sipping his coffee.

"No, it's my fault," Travis said meekly. "I hope that new car I
bought him will make him happier."

"Oh, so now I'm worth as much as a car."

Travis just smiled instead of biting the bait. "Smartass. Look,
last night I've been thinking."

"Oh, spare me."

"I've had this epiphany, Eddie, and I think maybe you and I should
try to at least be friends?" Travis suggested. "I'm tired of being
a jerk, it's more exhausting than you can imagine, and I want to
have someone to talk to over dinner. Please?"

Eddie was floored, and he tried to keep his surprise from his
face. He tried to figure out this man, but as always, he could see
too clearly what could go wrong and what could go right. His idiot
heart always hoped that maybe this time, unlike the last, Travis
would be kind. It was always rewarded harshly for its gullibility.
Why couldn't he learn by now?

"Maybe Jared's right," he just murmured. "I should just get my own
place."

"You don't have to."

"I wanted a family, Travis. I wanted my old family, but they were
dead, and I wanted a family with you and your father. But even
that was all fucked up, right?" Eddie said bitterly. "You hated me
for being what you couldn't be and for being your father's
favorite, and I hated you for making me feel - well, I was jealous
of you because you were someone I always wanted to be. You were
Kieran's son no matter what, and you were handsome, popular, and
charming."

"You hate me," Travis just echoed. He sighed. "Yeah, and I hate
you. But I am too tired to keep hating, Eddie. I just want to lie
down and sleep and never get up again, sometimes." He reached out
and touched Eddie's hand before he realized what he had done and
quickly pulled his hand back. "I miss him sometimes."

Eddie didn't misunderstood. "I wish you knew him the way I know
him," he said with genuine regret.

"Yeah, I know you do," Travis just said. "I understand you took
two weeks from your research at the lab," he asked, deliberately
changing the subject.

"They said I was working too hard," Eddie just said carefully.
Travis didn't have to know that he was close to a nervous
breakdown and how he was ordered to take a fortnight's worth of
leave to get his act together.

"Well, it's the usual slow season for me as well. The prices of
plastic products are down, and my usual customers are waiting to
see how low they will go before they place their usual orders.
Want to take a break with me? Just one week, and we'll see how it
goes."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know," Travis said honestly. "Just somewhere close to the
ground, I guess."

Oh yeah, Travis was terrified of heights. For a purportedly strong
man, Travis was afraid of a lot of things: heights, closed spaces,
spiders, snakes, and crocodiles. Eddie remembered how Kieran
brought them once to a river to fish and swim, but Travis refused
to even step into the waters, because he'd seen in a documentary
how crocodiles lurked silently under still waters of rivers. They
were just boys then, and Kieran was unforgiving of Travis' fears.

"I always wanted to bungee-jump," Eddie said deliberately.

"Let's go," Travis just said, surprising Eddie into chuckles. Not
laughter, maybe not yet.



THREE

"You're taking the cowboy shit very well," Eddie said laughing
three days later when Travis came out with that stupid hat on his
head.

"Yeah? I have one for you too, partner," Travis said in mock
offense as he smacked an equally silly white cowboy hat over
Eddie's head. Eddie tried to duck, only to laugh louder when
Travis stopped him and forced the hat on his head.

He was laughing more freely with Travis these days, he realized.
He didn't know what to make of it, but while he was self-absorbed
enough to psychoanalyze everything he felt, he wouldn't question
this new freedom in his soul. It was as if the ghost of Kieran
Schuldt had temporarily been banished between them, and they made
it this far along the Nashville track without killing each other.

Travis always harbored a dream of becoming a country singer, which
Eddie only learned a day ago. It was strange to realize that
Travis, the omnipotent cruel demigod in Eddie's life, harbored
silly dreams just like everyone else. Even more disconcerting was
the laugh lines around the edges of Travis' beautiful lips, which
Eddie only noticed now because only now was Travis more free with
his smile.

Away from their vampire manor, they were finally beginning to
live.

And Travis was irresistible. Even now in simple faded denims and
shirt that, while loose, were snug enough to emphasize his lean
and well-muscled physique, he was a sight to behold. And Travis'
smile only made Eddie's heart leap harder and skip a beat. When
Travis looked and smiled at him, he made it seemed as if Eddie was
the only person that mattered in Travis' world. If Travis made
everyone else feel this way, Eddie didn't care. Let him pretend
this week that Travis felt some affection for him.

Travis playfully pushed back a stray curl from Eddie's hair, and
Eddie heard his audible intake of breath. He wanted, he hoped that
Travis would... and Travis' eyes darkened into an unfathomable
shade of green as if he too wanted to lean down and take Eddie's
willing lips with his.

In the end, he only leaned back, his breathing slightly more
labored as if he was shaken inside, and he awkwardly arranged the
hat on Eddie's head. "Let's go somewhere else," he just said.



It was a long drop, Travis knew with a sickening lurch of his
stomach as he tried not to stare down the gorge. The strapped
wires and cords around him felt like a death trap. He wanted to
say no and back out of this nonsense. He didn't want to bungee
jump! Who invented this shit? If Travis could get his hands on
that fucker, he would make sure that fucker would never be able to
walk for a week at least and -

"Ready?" Eddie asked beside him, looking down with an expression
of rapture.

"Never," Travis muttered, but he was more intent on studying
Eddie's face. He had never noticed until now how beautiful Eddie
was. Those lips, those eyes, those sad, sad but beautiful eyes,
all drew him like a moth to a bonfire.

"Ready?" someone asked. "Don't hold up the queue, man."

Okay. "I think I'll just - " Travis began to say, but he was
silenced when Eddie's hand closed over his and held it in a warm,
assuring squeeze.

"We'll jump together," Eddie said.

Travis nodded nervously, looking down a little before quickly
averting his eyes.

"One, two, three - jump!"

Travis screamed like a girl on his way down. He was humiliated and
he almost wet his pants. But the fall was broken by an almost
painful tug and bounce, and Travis couldn't take it any more. He
wanted to break the cords holding him, even if it meant certain
death. He was being suffocated, and he was falling and he was
never this terrified in his life and he wanted - his mounting
hysteria slowly calmed as he saw Eddie's blood-suffused ruddy
cheeks and the man's exhilaration. Eddie's eyes were bright with
pleasure, and the man's expression was animated and alive as he
savored the rush of the fall. Travis, who was holding on to Eddie,
forgot the world, forgot that they were hanging in thin air, right
there, hundreds of feet up in the air. He had never seen a more
beautiful sight than Eddie now, alive, and he knew he just had to
kiss Eddie there and then. So he did.



Travis heard a strange, hungry sound, and realized that it was he.
He didn't want to, he shouldn't, but oh, he needed this. He
unclenched his fists and tried to fight the tremors of urgency in
his taut body. Every muscle of his was tensed as if to flee or
fight, and all his nerves were burning.

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see or hear anything but the
roaring red and thunder of desire in his ears, eyes, and heart. A
low growl from him finally marked his breaking point. He didn't
care anymore. Fuck his father, fuck everyone, and definitely fuck
Eddie - he reached out to Eddie and pushed the man down on the
bed.

He only had time to unzip his pants before his wildly aroused cock
sprang free, and then he felt his cock crown against a wet,
pulsing orifice between Eddie's eagerly spread thighs.
Instinctively, he thrust home, and Eddie's mews of pain/pleasure
only drove him wilder. He didn't care that he was hurting Eddie.
He was only aware of Eddie's shapely thighs clasping his waist so
hard that he almost spewed his load, and he was unable to believe
the tight and moist sensation of the unbelievably pleasurable
anus. Tight membranous muscles clasped his cock as he filled Eddie
to the widest possible stretch, and the sensation was fucking
unbelievable.

His hips began thrusting in a short, stabbing rhythm, and Eddie
did something that wrung a cry of pleasure from Travis and then
another. Travis couldn't describe it, but Eddie did something -
everything he did, from the rhythm of his anal muscles clenching
and easing on Travis' cock to his meeting the man's cock thrusts,
slowly guiding Travis until he was pumping in a steadier, deeper
motion - everything Eddie did was perfect, so fucking perfect.

"Slowly, like this," Eddie would gasp, and Travis would obey. Soon
he innately realized what Eddie liked, and tried to vary his fuck
thrusts - slowly when Eddie was close, and when Eddie's peak
ebbed, he began pumping wild, deep, and hard. It couldn't last
long for it was all Travis could do to hold back his load the
moment he plunged home up Eddie's anus. But he had no idea that
his huge cock was enough, and every time his wide ridged cock
crown bruised Eddie's anal pucker with each thrust and withdrawal,
and every time Travis thrust so deep up Eddie the man could feel
fires of his orgasm wracking his very being. He had no idea that
Eddie came violently at least three times in that half hour of
fucking. He only shouted his pleasure as his ejaculation spurted
forth in powerful geysers, scorching them both into white-hot
climax.



"I'm sorry," Travis began to say when he could steady his breath.
"I am too fast, I - hey!"

Eddie only laughed breathlessly as he easily turned them over so
that he was straddling Travis now, Travis' cock still half-hard
and embedded deep in him. "That is the wildest fuck I've ever
had," Eddie exclaimed, his face flushed with his pleasure. "Damn,
wow, fucking damn!" As he spoke, his hips were already making
slow, circular grindings on Travis' crotch. "I'm having you again,
fucker, so get hard, damn you. Get that big, fucking cock hard,
yes, harder, harder!"

Travis stared at the man fucking him now, unable to believe that
anyone could get this wild from fucking. He groaned and yelped
when Eddie bore down hard on him, but his own instincts had him
meeting Eddie's motions. His cock hardened to dimensions he had
never achieved before, and his fingers dug into Eddie's buttocks
and he kissed and licked the sweat off Eddie's sweat-sheen body.

When he came, he came so hard that his upward thrust lifted his
buttocks off the bed. They fell onto the floor as they came in
violent spasms, but the pain was nothing. This time Travis kissed
Eddie, and Eddie kissed him back, and soon their tongues were
mating in a fiery duel, mimicking the urgent rhythm of Travis'
still hard cock still fucking Eddie's asshole. Travis loved this,
he fucking love this! He loved the wet slapping sounds their
coming together made, and he loved the juices from their previous
coupling spilling out of Eddie's anus as his cock thrust in and
withdrew brutally, and he loved the way his lust-swollen balls
banged against Eddie's buttocks. When Eddie came, that hot brand
of male meat trapped between their taut stomachs spurted creamy
juices that splattered both their torsos with delicious precision.
Travis licked the tangy semen off Eddie's chest, nipples, and
chin, and when one particularly powerful ejaculation from Eddie
hit him right in the face, they both laughed before Travis licked
the man's face clean. Somehow he ended up kissing Eddie, and they
were both sharing Eddie's juices between them as they kept
fucking.

Travis came again, and again, but he didn't stop. He refused to
stop. He kept pumping until his cock hardened again, until Eddie
threw his head back and screamed for mercy. That wild scream only
made Travis grin and increased his thrusts even faster.

It was a long time coming to the grand finish.




FOUR

Sobriety hit them hard the next morning. Travis groaned and
staggered into the washroom, all strength seemed to have sapped
out of his legs, while Eddie avoided his eyes while he brushed his
teeth and gargled his mouth.

"Regrets, Eddie?" Travis finally asked as he sank onto the bathtub
in the motel bathroom.

"Yeah," Eddie answered. "I always wanted this, but it was some
stupid fantasy I couldn't outgrow, but now that it has happened...
wow. But it feels...," Eddie looked into his reflection in the
mirror, stunned, as he finished, "... right."

Travis nodded. "You're not so bad," he finally conceded. "You're a
wild fuck, and that's something. Jack was a fool to give you up."

"Oh?" Eddie turned to look at his stepbrother in surprise.

"I probably won't look at anyone else if you're mine." Travis
smiled in self-effacing bitterness. "If you can ever be mine."

"So now you're thinking of keeping me by your side always? Because
I'm a good fuck?" Eddie was getting angry now, but he didn't know
why he was angry. No, wait, he knew why. Travis never wanted him,
rejected him when he wanted to play nice, and now that he finally
had had Eddie at his own convenience, he was whining that the
world was against Travis?

"Yeah," Travis said, watching Eddie warily.

"Wrong answer, you prick!" Eddie cried, and threw the toothbrush
in his hand at Travis. "I hate you!"

"Tell me something new."

"Do you how humiliating that is, knowing that I am unable to fight
this crush on a guy who treats me like a jerk? I'm supposed to be
a smart guy, so why the hell am I so pathetic? And now you've
fucked me, you dare whine that I am making it hard for you?" Eddie
yelled. "Fuck off! I've had it!"

"You like me?" Travis didn't duck the sponge coming his way.
"Well, you like me?"

"Yeah, throw my shame on my face, damn you," Eddie muttered,
making his way out of the bathroom.

"Hey, come here," Travis asked in his low seductive purr.

Eddie turned to look questioningly at Travis. Travis just gestured
at Eddie to come closer. "Join me in the tub and tell me again how
much you like me," Travis invited him. "Please?"

"No," Eddie answered sullenly.

"Come on, don't be so hard on me," Travis exclaimed. "What about
me? Don't you ever consider that even if I like you a little, I'm
scared that you'll reject me just like father did?"

"I'm not Kieran."

"I'm starting to believe that. I doubt Kieran would be as wild as
you in bed."

"So what do we do now?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know. But it will be nice if you will join me in the
tub."

"I don't think it'll fit us two."

"You can sit on me."

Eddie hesitated, but then decided that it wasn't such a bad idea
after all.



Travis stared down at the gorge. Well, it wasn't that bad, he
thought. He was sleeping with the guy he had hated all his life.
What could be worse?

But sleeping with Eddie wasn't so bad, he admitted. In fact, it
wasn't bad at all. He thought of the last few days. They were
different people here, and they touched, interacted, and fucked
each other as if they were never Kieran's bitter winter harvest of
anger and envy.

Eddie had stolen his father from him, and he had taken everything
he could from Eddie. Or did they?

Maybe Kieran was never his in the first place. And for the first
time in his life, he pondered the possibility that Kieran wasn't
worthy of his affections.

"Travis?" Eddie yelled, running up the path. "You're not jumping
alone, are you?"

"I damn well am!" Travis told him. "You know what, Eddie? If I
survive this, we'll be okay. I forgive you and I hope you'll
forgive me. And we'll start this new. We'll be okay, I swear."

"Well, yeah, we'll start new. Just get off that thing," Eddie told
him. "You're afraid of heights. Wait until I get myself ready and
I'll join you."

Travis shook his head. He thought of Eddie, Kieran, and all the
wasted emotions he held on in vain. Maybe it was time he let go of
the past.

"Travis, don't - damn!"

Laughing, Travis jumped.
