I am so sorry about the LONG, LONG, LONG wait but to be honest I had nothing for this story. I was blank every time I tried to write this but I forced myself to write something cuz I couldn’t let you guys hang like that so I hope you like it. I tried to make it super long for you.

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~Wyatt~

“He didn’t!” Adam exclaimed as I sat on his bed. I was telling him about how Derek approached me. I kept the Zane incident under lock and key knowing he would act like a pshyco.

“Yeah he said that he missed me!” Adam sneered at this.

“What an asshole! What does he think you were going do; take him back after all this?” I shrugged. My blood was boiling from the topic. Derek just pissed me off now. How are you going to break somebodies heart like that then say you miss them after flaunting every guy you had since them in their face!

Adam and I were at his house sitting in his living room facing each other. After the Derek incident I need my best friend. It was around four in the afternoon and we could hear his twin brothers in their room arguing about something stupid probably. His parents were on their date night which meant they would be gone all day and come home later the next day. Shiver. I usually slept the night here because I don’t really like being home.

“Well how about I cheer you up!” he said excitedly.

“How?”

“Richard is having a pool party today and we were invited!” I rolled my eyes.

“I swear you have a serious crush on that guy” I teased. Adam smirked pushing me in the shoulder.

“Shut up mister I have two guys” I frowned.

“What are you talking about?” I asked confused. He shook his head.

“You think I’m stupid Wyatt? No, I’m not, I know all about Owen having a major crush on you because then he wouldn’t bother hanging out with us. Then don’t get me started with mister badass of the school. He’s been eyes you like a hawk every chance he gets. Luck dog!” he said. I played like I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You need some psychiatric help my friend because your wrong” I told him stubbornly.

“Oh give it up you little butthole you would have to be blind to miss all this.” He huffed. I wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Well to bad I’m off limits” I told him. He rose a brow at me.

“By who?” I met his brown gaze.

“Me” I simply said which caused him to burst into laughter.

“Oh…oh ok” he said between gasps. I growled shooting to my feet in frustration.

“Your laughter is not necessary asswipe!” I stomped up the stairs, ignoring his constant giggles, towards Ryan and Jordan’s room. I marched in there room making them stop their argument for a moment and look at me before going back at each other’s throats.

“No Carmen Electra is way hotter dude!” Ryan exclaimed switching the wallpapers they had on the TV.

“She’s f*cking fake man! It’s all about Meagan Fox!” Jordan retorted. I made my way over to their bed and sat down crossed legged in the middle to watch their stupidity unfold. Ryan scoffed.

“Dude she’s a freaking high maintenance diva” he argued. His twin rolled his eyes.

“How the hell would you know if she’s high maintenance or not? Ok what about Jessica Alba” Ryan shook his head.

“No, Angelina Jolie is the women for me.” Jordan’s face contorted into disgust.

“Eeewww man! What centuries are you from dude she’s f*cking old as father time, man” Ryan threw his hands up in the air.

“Your hopeless dude” they both turned towards me and I felt like a fear caught in headlights.

“What?” I asked them.

“Who do you think is hotter Carmen Electra or Meagan Fox?” they said simultaneously. I looked at them like they were both had lost their minds.

“You’re asking the wrong guy dimwits.” Realization flashed in their faces as they smiled at me.

“Oh yeah, we forgot you were a homoooooo” Ryan teased. I rolled my eyes.

“Proud of it” I retorted with a glare. Jordan smirked.

“Ok them who’s sexier to you Wyatt? George Clooney or….

“Brad Pitt?” Ryan finished for him. I scowled at them.

“You guys are retarded” Jordan gasped dramatically clutching his chest for good measure.

“That hurt, little one” he said

“That was rude kid” Ryan added.

“George Clooney of course” I answered after a while. They both grimaced.

“That’s so gross”

“Why, is it because he’s a guy?” I asked smirked. They shook their heads.

“He’s so old man” they complained.

“He’s like fifty!” Ryan said.

“I mean at least Brad Pitt is younger.” Jordan added.

“I guess I have a daddy complex” I shrugged causing them to gag.

“Dude, does that mean you like our dad?” Ryan frowned. I pretended to think for a long time.

“He does kind of remind me of Eric Dane but a slightly older version, still hot though.” I was tapping my chin in thought. Before I knew it I was tackled to the bed.

“AHHH” I scream in shock as two heavy bodies pounced on top of making my breath rush out.

“SICKO!!!” Ryan and Jordan yelled. I was trapped underneath three hundred  and sixty pounds of twin and fighting for my life.

“STOP!!!” I screamed again as they started to tickled me; damn them for knowing my weakness.

“Nope you deserve this you sick bastard” they teased. Four hand and twenty fingers wiggling across me was too much for me to handle.

“AHHHH HAHAHAHA!” I wiggled my body the best I could to get out from under them but no use.

“I’m getting a boner!!!!” I yelled through my laughs, hoping that would make them jump off… Nope.

“What the hell, now you catching my brothers into you never ending boy web!” I heard Adam from the door way. I poked my head out from under someone’s under arm and gave my very best friend pleading eyes.

“Help” I whispered pathetically. Adam shook his head.

“You guys are ridiculous” he said before he ran and jumped in the pile and helped his brothers.

“I’M GUNNA PEE!” I warned them all.

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“So this pool party, who is all there?” Ryan asked slipping on a t-shirt. We had all changed into our swimming trunks after the tickle fest. They had finally stopped when I did in fact pee on them. Drastic times call for drastic measured. Now all our clothes and the bed sheets were in the washer.

“I don’t know. High schooler’s” Adam retorted sarcastically. Ryan rolled his eyes throwing his pillow in his little brothers face.

“Shut up Orphan Annie” Jordan chuckled.

“The sun’ll come out tomorrow bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow..” he sang twirling around his brother in circles fluffing out his dark curly hair as Adam had  a deep scowl on his face.

“You must have been dropped on you damn heads when you were babies.” He growled tugging roughly on the hem of his shirt. I was trying to hold in my laughter as Jordan still circled his brother singing the song very off key.

“Yeah, yet you turned out to be the odd ball; man lover” Ryan teased. After about a minute Adam couldn’t take it and pushed his still singing brother away.

“My hairs not even red asshole!!!” he exclaimed. The twins started laughing.

“Yeah but it is curly, Curly Q”

“Shut up and let’s go!” he marched down the stairs slamming the front door behind him. I shook my head at the twins and jogged to catch up with Adam.

He was fuming when I climbed in the car.

“They get on my damn nerves.” He growled jamming his keys in the ignition. I chuckled.

“Well what are brothers for anyway” I joked. Adam just shook his head angrily.

Once we arrived at Rich’s house it was pack just like it had the last time.

“Well let’s get some young tail brother” Jordan smirked at his twin who shared the same lecherous expression.

“Let’s brother” they were out of the car before it was even parked.

“Damn pedophiles” Adam grumbled under his breath as he shut the car off and we headed inside. I was kind of nervous, what is Derek was here? I don’t think I could handle that right now, not after last time.

Ugh! Why couldn’t I get over him. its been months and I still feel sore about it. Like every time I see him or he’s mentioned my heart is tore back opened having to scab over and heal again. It wasn’t fair that I went through this and he can just move on so quickly, like the last six years meant nothing to him.

“Wyatt?” Adam called me as we made our way in the back yard. There were people dancing in nothing but swimming suits in the living room and groups of teens in the kitchen playing some drinking game out of pegs.

“Wyatt!” again my name was called and I looked over at Adam, who had a look of concern.

“Yeah?” I asked him.

“Are you ok?” I frowned at him.

“Yeah why?” he shrugged.

“You just spaced out suddenly is all.” I shook my head and smiled.

“I’m fine” I reassured him. He dropped it as we walked outside towards the pool, the sound of laughter, girls overdramatic screams and splashing water met our ears. There were two giant speakers placed a good distance away from the pool blasting loud music playing a song I didn’t know. The pool was crowded in and around it with girls and guys hanging on each other and playing around; we were both looking out of place. Adam grabbed my arm and pulled me with him, soon we were standing by Richard.

“Hey man” Adam greeted him. Richard turned from talking with a group of friends who were all on the swim team.

“Adam” Richard smiled at us. “Wyatt.”

Richard was one of those straight men that all gay guys wished were gay. He had short curly black hair, tan skin and deep brown eyes that reminded you of a puppy; lean build and a cute as hell smile. He was wearing black swim trunks and was dripping wet.  

“Thanks for inviting us” Adam said. He shook his head.

“Don’t mention it dude, you guys were cool. You guys just getting here?” he asked us, we nodded.

“I brought my brothers, so I guarantee you’ll see them harassing some poor girls too young for their age soon enough” he huffed. Richard laughed.

“Ok, that’s cool too. So did yo…” I zoned them out as I looked around cautiously. I seriously hope he’s not here. I thought nervously as I scanned the backyard. While I was busy looking around I jumped when hands gripped around my waist and lifted me up in the air.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed as I realized I was getting closer and closer to the pool. I began to struggle and wiggle trying my best to escape whoever it was that had me.

“Nooooo!” I yelled.  I heard laughing all too familiar.

“In you go munchkin” Jordan’s voice met my ears before I was thrown in the pool. I gasped when the cold water swarmed over me which in turn was a bad idea. Chlorine water rushed in my mouth and it had nowhere else to go but down my throat. I was choking off water and lack of oxygen. I began to panic as I swallowed more water in my desperation to get air. All my knowledge of how to swim vanished; all I could think of was AIR! I began to squirm, my lunge burned and my stomach was in pain from too much water I was still choking on.

I was beginning to become lightheaded as I fought to get to the surface but I wasn’t getting far. I was losing consciousness, I was going to drowned as it dawned on me. Right as I felt like I was slipping I felt two strong arms wrap around me before everything went black.

There was something warm and wet against my mouth, air was being pushed into my mouth as well causing me to cough and sputter water.

“Wyatt” I heard a soft but deep voice say in my ear. I continued to spit and cough out water. My lungs burned something terrible and my stomach was in cramps.

“Wyatt” I heard again. “Can you hear me?” this caused me to open my eyes a crack. The bright sun was blazing in my eyes making me shut them quickly.

“What the hell is your problem!” I heard Adam’s angry voice somewhere in the distance or that could be my ears not adjusting right for some reason.

“I didn’t know he couldn’t swim Adam! I’m sorry!” the sound of a smack came louder than the rest. I opened my eyes again squinting at the brightness till a shadow was hanging over me.

“You ok?” the same deep voice asked concerned. My eyes adjusted to the brightness as I was met with something that took my breath away. Ice blue eyes stared down at me with worry, dripping black hair stuck to his forehead. His black shirt clung to his form tightly; his tan skin was glistening as I realized I couldn’t breathe with him so close like this, not when he looked like a wet god.

“Wh-what hhhappened” I strained out of my sore throat. Right then Ryan’s face came into view.

“What happened was, you almost sucked up the whole pool.” He chuckled. I frowned,

“I did?” I began to get flashes of myself choking on water and struggling for air.

“Are you going to be ok?” Adam asked. I didn’t answer because I was too shocked at my near death experience.

“I’ll take him up stair to get himself situated” Zane offered as he scooped me up in his arms and stood. Out of instinct I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling. I was disoriented, I couldn’t make sense of anything at the moment except, I almost drowned.

“I’ll come with you?” I heard Adam say about to follow us when I felt Zane shake his head.

“I think that he needs some peace and quiet and sorry to say but you talk a hell of a lot and are extremely loud.” I watched the glare come over my friends face but said nothing.

“F*ck you!” he growled. Zane chuckled.

“Yeah, we’ll hold that off  for another time sweetie” he teased winking at Adam before carrying me in the house and up the stairs. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the stares we were receiving on the way and I buried my face into his neck trying to ignore their attention. Being the center of attention always made me uncomfortable and squirmy.

The sound of a door opening and closing had me pulling my face from his neck to find us in a room; he set me on the bed.

“I’ll get us a towel” he offered walking in the bathroom. I sat there looking around the bedroom. It was fairly plain, just a bed, TV, and a few dressers. The comforter I was sitting on was black and the bed was so soft and comfortable. The closet was open and there was only a few shirts hanging in the corner of it other than that it was empty. 

Glancing down I noticed my t-shirt was soaked, sticking to my body like a second skin.

“Here you go” I looked up to see Zane coming out of the bathroom with a towel in one hand and another in the other, that he was using to ruffle his hair dry. I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping down to his chest since he was half naked now. His soaked black jeans were riding low on his hips, showing me the delicious ‘V’ indention running down into his pants. His stomach was hard, lean and muscular; he had a very evident six pack. My eyes traveled up to his chest then to his muscular arm that was flexing as he rubbed the towel in his wet hair.

A white towel was suddenly dropped on my head blocking my view of him which caused me to blush. Dammit now he knew I was checking him out.

“How do you feel?” he asked me as he took a sat next to me. I gripped at the towel and drug it down my face and into my lap.

“Tired” I answered honestly. “Who knew drowning would make you so exhausted.” I heard his chuckle.

“Well why the hell didn’t you swim up to the surface?” I shrugged, not wanting to tell him that in my panic state that I forgot. That’s just pathetic. I watched him flick his shoes off carelessly in the room along with his towel.

“Who’s room is this?” I asked softly. I didn’t want the owner of the room coming in seeing the mess.

“Mine” I frowned and peered over at him.

“You live here?” he shook his head,

“No, but my uncle insists on giving me a room here. Even though I keep telling him that I don’t want it.” his voice was irritated but I could hear a bit of gratitude also.

“I didn’t know you were related to Richard.” I said still sitting there, not bothering to dry myself. Zane nodded as he stood and began to unbutton his pants. My eyes widened when I heard the zipper being pulled down.

“What are you doing!” I exclaimed, there was no way I was going to stay in this room with him getting naked. He raised a brow at me.

“What? Were all guys here” then I saw his signature smirk. “Or are you not use to men getting undressed with you in the same room?” he asked standing in front of me pulling his zipper down further. “Afraid you might now be able to control yourself or something?” I turned my head to the side as my face burned.

“Relax angel, I’m just getting out of my wet close, no thanks to you of course.” He snickered. I tightened my hold on the towel in my lap.

“I’m sorry” I told him barley above a whisper. Why the hell was I so hot all of a sudden?  Is it getting hard to breathe in here or is it just me. There was a loud sigh before the towel was taken from my hands. I snapped my head towards him just in time to see him kneeling in front of me and rubbing the towel in my hair.

“I gave you this to dry off, not to sit there and shiver.” he told me. He helped me take off my wet shirt throwing it somewhere on the floor and dried my chest and arms off.

“Thank you” I whispered to him. He frowned.

“For what?” he asked busying himself drying my stomach off. I felt like a little kid.

“For saving me” he shrugged.

“No big deal. I’m still pissed that no one thought to grab you since there were plenty of people to do it.” he growled.

“How did you know it was me?” he shrugged.

“I was coming outside to talk with Richard when I saw that asshole throw you in. When you didn’t come up like I thought you would I pushed that imbecile out of the way and dove in to get you.” He explained. I nodded looking down at me hands that were currently fidgeting with my swim trunks.

“What the hell where you doing at a pool party if you don’t know how to swim?” he asked with a deep frown. I scoffed.

“I know how to swim, it was just I… kind…of …forgot.” I whispered the last part. This caused him to laugh.

“How the hell do you forget how the swim!” he gasped between laughs. I sneered at him

“I panicked ok, I’m not the best swimmer!” I huffed.

Once he sobered up he shook his head and continued to dry me off. It was quiet after that and I was left to think.

I don’t know why but I didn’t want him to stop. I should tell him to but I couldn’t, I felt like I need to be touched, to be cared for. I don’t know why he was being so nice to me, he was a player that was clear to everyone and I made it clear to him that I wasn’t going to be one of his boy toys from the get go but was I wrong for liking the contact. The gentle way he wiped the towel across my skin or the way he seemed to be generally concerned when he was calling my name earlier when he saved me?

Or how he was looking at me now? His ice blue eyes were staring into my averted gray ones with such a passionate expression that I was brought back to my kitchen the other day. The steamy kiss he gave me and how I was weak from just thinking about it. I shouldn’t even be remembering it since I wanted nothing to do with him or a relationship, well knowing him there would be no relationship it would be just some fling then that would be it.

But it had been months since I had had any intimate contact with someone and Zane seemed more than willing. I shook my head. No! I couldn’t do it; I shouldn’t. I didn’t want to do anything with anyone and that’s how that was going to be. What happened in the kitchen the other day was a mistake and I shouldn’t have let it happen.

I was about to take the towel from his hands and tell him I could do it when I peeked up from behind the towel and met his gaze head on. The protest died on my tongue as he began to close the small distance between us. I shook my head pathetically; his hands stopped drying my hair but stayed where they were.

“Zan-”

“Shh” he cut me off right before he kissed me.  I gasped from the sparks shoot from our lips. I was going to move away when he let the towel drop and cupped the back of my head to keep me still. He put more pressure in our kiss and I couldn’t help but want more. There were tingles building in my stomach as he pushed me down on the bed. My back was completely on the comforter with him on top of me. His lips were so warm and firm, his body was heavy but at the same time comforting.

My heart was beginning to pound as I felt his large rough hand run down my side as his mouth took it’s fill of mine. I moaned as his thumb ran over my nipple, and then pinched at it a bit.   

“Open your mouth.” he ordered huskily. And just like before I lost all sense and gave into him again. My mouth opened a bit but that was all he needed. His hot tongue invaded and touched mine.

“Mmm” I moaned in his mouth wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt him smile against my lips as he attacked. Why did he have to taste so good?  I finally had to pull away to take a huge breath. I still wasn’t 100% after earlier but he didn’t mind he just move down to my neck, licking and nibbling at my hot skin.

“Zane” I warned him non to threatening either. He chuckled moving up to my ear and taking it between his teeth.

“You are so damn sexy” he breathed. A blush rose up in my cheeks so I tilted my head away from his mouth.

Tell his to stop! I kept yelling at myself but it wouldn’t come out and when his teeth nipped at my nipple I lost all protest anyway. My back arched into him wanting more. I gripped my hands in his long dark hair as he traveled lower to my stomach. My muscles tightened from his hot breath caressing my sensitive skin and his tongue lapping at the skin on my hip at the waistband of my trunks.

“Someone’s excited.” I heard him tease. I glanced down to find a tent in my swim trunks. I was burning with embarrassment as I tried to sit up to hide it but he shook his head pushing me back down.

“Uh-uh” he tisked at me. “Let me help you with that” 

I shook my head violently.

“No, we can’t so that. I think that I should go now.” I said trying to move away from him, he just chuckled as he laid his body on mine preventing me from going anywhere.

“What are you freaking out for? Everyone needs a good release now and then.” he told me yanking at my trunks. I head the ripping of Velcro before cool air hit my hot and still wet skin. I gasped loudly as he took my in his hands.

“Zane s-stop” I stuttered. His hand was so warm. I was beginning to whither into him.

“I don’t think you want me to” he growled sexily. I turned my head so he wouldn’t see how much he was affecting me. He chuckled while moving his hand against my length causing me to arch my back wantonly.

“Mmmm” I moaned reluctantly, unable to stop myself.

“Let go Wyatt” he whispered in my ear before claiming my mouth in a hot and lustfully kiss. His hands moved faster and I could feel the tightness in my lower reign bringing me closer to the edge of a long awaited climax.

What was I doing letting him jack me off in a house full of people, in his room. But it felt so good; I didn’t want him to stop.

“Come for me Wyatt.” he whispered against my lips and I couldn’t hold back anymore and screamed before he used him mouth to silence my pleasure from nosey ears. I released in his hand withering beneath him. When I finally caught my breath I fell back on the bed limp and panting.

“I guess it’s been a long time since you’ve done that, huh?” Zane said wiping his hands on my towel. I blushed as what just happened came crashing at me and scooted away, getting to my feet. I pulled my trunks up and fixed them.

“I think that I should go” I muttered keeping my eyes on the floor. I didn’t hear him give me a sarcastic response so I looked up at him to find him watching me with a serious expression. I frowned at this, what was he thinking?

“Till next time then.” was all he said after a while. I sighed, picking up my soaked shirt and walking to the door. I glanced back but his back was to me while he stepped out of his wet jeans. I bit my lip and walked out shutting the door softly behind me.

I didn’t ask him to do that, I didn’t want to in the first place he just took what he wanted.

So why did I feel guilty about leaving?

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How’s that for an apology? Huh, HUH!!