Twice the Hands to Hold

Chapter 4: Saturday-1

Chapter 4: Saturday

Brian

Brian’s head was pounding. The bright light from outside seared its way into his room. He had no way of knowing how long he’d been asleep, only that he’d made it back at about 5:00 A.M. He sighed resignedly. He’d have Jake up his ass for sure.

A smile still tried to creep its way across his face. He could barely make out his own name through dense fogginess that was his head at that moment, but the hassle sure to come his way with his uncle was definitely worth it for his Bubble Butt boy. Did Adam have an amazing ass? Yes. Did he want to tap that? Hell yes.

Images of the previous night flooded his aching head. They’d ditched the lame party and driven round in Adam’s truck, just talking and shooting the s**t. Somehow they’d found a secluded spot at Palisades Park on a Friday evening—miracles still happened. They’d enjoyed watching the city lights and nightlife below them, whenever they took breaks from drinking beer and making out. The guy was a smoking hot junior at Santa Monica College and just old enough to get booze legally. Brian had never dated an older guy before, much less a twenty-one year old, but it seemed there was a first time for everything. He shook his head to try and wake himself up but regretted it and groaned instead as the door to his room rattled open.

“It’s almost noon, Brian.” His uncle sounded unamused.

“I’m getting up, Jakey.”

Silence. “What did I do wrong?” Jake headed into the room. Brian lifted one eye off the pillow carefully. Jake made his way to the window and picked up dirty briefs and laundry from the piles on the floor as he went. He ripped open the curtains, flooding the room in light. Brian sank back into his pillow and moaned in self-pity.

“Lord help me, did I fail you?”

“I’m sorry, Jakey.”

“For which part? Sneaking in at five in the morning? Or smelling of booze and cigarettes? Damn it, Brian.”

“Oh, hell Uncle Jake, I didn’t mean anything by it. What happened to being young and enjoying life and all that?”

“That will make it all okay with an arrest report on your college application.”

Brian sat up, his comforter hiding his body from the sunlight. “I’m sorry, really.”

“I tried my best, Brian,” he said, scooping up more laundry all the way out the room.

Brian fell back down on his pillow and regretted the descent instantly.