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Landslide
by bigboobedcanuckChapter Six
Here's the next chapter in this series, which I hope you all enjoy. I've said it before but, seriously, this fandom rocks; thanks for all the feedback and support.
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Ephram flipped through one of Dr. Abbott’s Time magazines while Bright channel surfed aimlessly.
“Dude, there is like, nothing on,” Bright said, with a sigh.
Ephram looked up at the TV as snippets of different programming went speeding by. He tossed the magazine down in defeat.
“I know. I am so bored. But I had to get out of my house. Delia’s driving me insane.”
Bright grinned. “She’s milking her broken arm for all its worth, huh?” He kept on flicking channels as he spoke.
“You have no idea. It’s been a week, and if she keeps this up until the cast comes off, I might have to kill her.”
“Well, that’s what little sisters do, drive you crazy.”
“Yep,” Ephram said. They watched the channels go by for a few more minutes.
“I can’t believe school starts on Monday.” There was a slight whine to Bright's voice.
“I know. This blows, summer’s over,” Ephram said as he pulled at a loose thread on the hem of his t-shirt.
“Yeah, now it’s back to the same old boring…” Bright trailed off and his eyes widened.
Ephram glanced at the TV to see what had captured Bright’s attention and his throat went dry. It was two men.
It was two men kissing.
They both stared at the image on the screen with wide eyes and mouths agape. The two men were now getting naked. Holy shit, they were naked. And doing a lot more than kissing. Ephram gulped and tried to form a rational thought. Meanwhile, his dick was getting hard in his jeans.
“Wha…what is this?” Ephram’s voice was little more than a croak.
“I think it’s one of those cable shows.” Bright still stared, transfixed.
“Right. Because it looks like…”
“Porn.” Bright finished Ephram’s sentence for him.
“Yeah.” Neither of them had taken their eyes from the screen.
The two men were now sprawled on a bed, kissing passionately. Then the man on the bottom had his legs up over the other’s shoulders and they were…
“Whoa.”
“Yeah.” Ephram didn’t know what else to say.
“Are they…”
“It looks like it.”
“I didn’t know…you could do it like…that.” Bright’s voice was tinged with confusion.
“Me neither.”
“I thought they did it, like…not facing each other.”
“Me too.” Ephram couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“I’ve never seen two guys doing it before.”
“Me neither.” Ephram cleared his throat. “But it’s kinda…”
“Hot.”
“Yeah.” Ephram looked at Bright beside him on the couch and before he knew it he was being pressed back against the cushions, Bright’s tongue in his mouth and his hands roaming over his body. Ephram shimmied down a bit so they could lie down fully and he grabbed Bright’s ass, grinding their cocks together through their pants.
They kissed frantically and Ephram ran his hands up under Bright’s t-shirt, desperate to touch as much skin as he could. Bright began sucking and nipping at Ephram’s neck and Ephram turned his head to give him better access. The two men on the TV were groaning and moaning and Ephram wondered what it would be like. To do…that.
He pulled Bright’s head up and kissed him again, thrusting his tongue deep into Bright’s mouth before he pulled back.
“You ever think about it?” Ephram asked, gasping for air.
“What?” Bright’s eyes were glazed.
Ephram took a deep breath and just said it. “About fucking me.”
Bright’s chest heaved and he looked blank for a few moments, as if unsure about his answer. “Not really. Not before.” He glanced over at the TV, where the two men were coming loudly. “But now…I’m definitely thinking about it now.” He looked back at Ephram and kissed him, his tongue swirling around Ephram’s and his hands in Ephram’s hair with an almost painful grip.
Bright broke away. “What about you? You think about it?”
Ephram interrupted him with another kiss as he sucked Bright’s tongue into his mouth. Eventually he pulled back.
“I am now.” He loved the feeling of Bright’s weight pressing him down into the couch, how he could feel him everywhere. He wondered what it would be like to have him really close, to have him as close as two people could get. Bright kissed him again and moved down his body, and then Ephram stopped thinking altogether.
Bright was licking and sucking Ephram’s cock when a car door slamming registered distantly in Ephram’s mind. It meant something…but what?
It meant the Abbotts were home.
“Fuck!” Ephram pushed at Bright’s shoulders. Bright looked up at him with a puzzled expression. “Your parents! Get off!”
Everything clicked into place for Bright and he leapt up, straightening his clothes and looking around frantically, as if unsure of what to do next.
“I’m going to the bathroom, just act normal!” Ephram instructed as he ran into the hall while trying to zip up his pants. He was almost to the bathroom when he realized he could still hear the same show on the TV. He swiveled around and charged back into the living room. Bright was sitting on the couch, staring straight ahead, a cushion on his lap. “Change the channel!”
Bright gasped and grabbed the remote as Ephram charged back out. The Abbotts were just outside the front door. He sped past and slid the rest of the way down the hall on his socks, just making it inside the bathroom in time.
He sat down on the toilet and caught his breath. That was close. Ephram imagined the looks on the Abbotts’ faces if they’d walked in on Bright giving him a blowjob, with gay porn playing on the TV.
That would not have been good. Not good at all.
Ephram flushed the toilet and splashed some cold water on his face. Luckily, the mind-numbing fear had taken care of his erection. He made sure all his clothes were straight and then headed back out to the living room.
“Hello Ephram, how are you?” Mrs. Abbott smiled at him kindly.
“I’m good, Mrs. Abbott. How are you and Dr. Abbott?” Ephram was proud of how calm and normal he sounded as he sat back down next to Bright.
“We’re fine, dear. Did you boys have enough to eat?”
“Yes, thank you.” Ephram smiled at her. He couldn’t help but notice Dr. Abbott wore a slight scowl.
“Rose, you only cooked enough lasagna for a small army. Of course they had enough. So, what are you watching?”
“Nothing.” Bright answered quickly and Ephram groaned internally at how guilty he sounded.
“Nothing, eh? The TV’s on, isn’t it?” Harold eyed them suspiciously.
“We’ve just been flicking around. The Simpsons was on before.” Ephram answered and smiled in what he hoped was an innocent fashion at the Abbotts.
“Come on, Harold. Nice to see you, Ephram. Oh, how’s Delia? I’m glad Bright was there to help her; is she feeling better?”
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. Although the way she’s carrying on, you’d think no one had ever broken their arm before.”
Rose smiled. “Yes, I seem to remember my children acting in a similar fashion when they had the chicken pox.”
“What? It was really itchy!” Bright said.
“Uh huh. And you should be thanking us every day that we taped those oven mitts on your hands, or you’d be covered in pox scars today, young man.” Harold shook his head ruefully. “Goodnight, and make sure you’re not watching anything…inappropriate.”
Ephram and Bright both nodded fervently and Rose and Harold headed upstairs. They looked at each other and each let out a shaky breath.
“Your dad totally thinks we were watching porn or something,” Ephram whispered.
“I know. If he only knew…” Bright shook his head and chuckled. “That was really close, man.”
“I know. We have to be more careful.”
“Definitely.”
“I should go, it’s getting late.” Ephram stood up and moved into the foyer. He put his shoes and jacket on and he and Bright stared at each other.
“So…” Bright looked down at his feet.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” Bright smiled.
“Hey, did you ask them about Evanescence? It’s in a couple of weeks, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. I’ll ask them tomorrow.”
“Cool.” Ephram opened the door and hovered there for another few moments. He wanted to kiss Bright goodbye, like any other normal couple. “See ya.”
“Bye.” Bright’s smile was tinged with regret and Ephram wondered if Bright was thinking the same thing.
He quickly walked down the driveway and off towards home. Even though it was still officially summer, the air was chilled and the leaves were already turning. He pulled his jacket closer and shivered.
A normal couple. When had he started thinking of them as a “couple”? Ephram shook his head and snorted softly. He’d just basically asked another guy to fuck him and that’s what he was worried about?
They both needed to remember that they were anything but normal.
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“Dad! Why are you being such a jerk about this?” Ephram stared his father down across the counter in the middle of the kitchen.
“Because I don’t think I want my teenaged son gallivanting around in the city by himself. You should have asked me before you bought the tickets.” Andy continued chopping vegetables.
“Okay, first off? I’m not going to be ‘gallivanting.’ It’s a concert. That’s it. And I won’t be by myself. I’m sixteen, and Bright is seventeen. We’re just going to drive down, go to the concert, stay in a hotel and come home the next day. What’s the big deal? And I bought the tickets to say thank you to Bright for helping Delia when she broke her arm.” It was a lie, but Ephram knew it would help to make his father feel guilty.
“Ephram…that was very nice of you, and you know I’m very grateful to Bright. But since when are you two friends?”
“Since last week. He hung out after you went to the hospital. He’s an okay guy. What, now you don’t want me to have friends?” Ephram continued laying on the guilt.
“Of course I want you to have friends.” Andy looked pained and Ephram could see he was beginning to soften. “I’m just not sure about letting you go to Denver by yourself.”
“Dad, I went on the ski trip by myself. You were going to let me go to New York by myself for the whole summer.”
“You would have been with your grandparents, and there were chaperons on the ski trip.”
“So, you don’t trust me?” Ephram affected a wounded look.
“Yes, I trust you—”
“Then what? Dad, it’s one night. I was thinking we could stay at the Sheraton, you have that club thing. And I’ll call you when we get there and after the concert. It’s so not a big deal. And the tickets are nonrefundable.”
Andy sighed, and Ephram knew he’d won.
“Okay, you can go. As long as it’s alright with the Abbotts.”
“It totally will be. Thanks Dad!” Ephram said as he ran out the door.
“What about dinner?” Andy called after him.
“Save me some, I’m not hungry.” Ephram was already on his bike and flying down the driveway.
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The sun was going down when Bright noticed Ephram ride up. Bright took his shot and got nothing but net.
“Ohhh, very nice. You wouldn’t be showing off by any chance?” Ephram smirked at him and leaned his bike against the garage.
“I don’t need to show off, I’m goooood.” Bright retrieved the ball and tossed it to Ephram, who caught it awkwardly. “You wanna play?”
“Man, you really are hard up for basketball partners if you’re asking me.”
Bright put his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet. “Forget it. It was just an idea.” He used to play with Colin all the time, and he did miss having someone to toss the ball around with.
“No, it’s cool, I’ll play. I was just kidding.” All the sarcasm was gone and Ephram was looking at him earnestly. “You’ll just have to teach me some stuff. I kinda suck.”
“Well, at least you’ll be learning from the best.” Bright grinned and took the ball. He bounced it a few times and made another shot. Once again, his aim was perfect.
“Okay, I’m in your hands,” Ephram said.
Bright picked up the ball and gave it to Ephram. “Not now, but you will be later,” Bright said, his voice low.
“You’d better believe it.” Ephram waggled his eyebrows. “Hey, did you ask about Evanescence? My dad didn’t like it at first, but I convinced him.”
“Yeah, it’s totally cool. My parents thought it was weird that we’re hanging out together so much, but I think my mom’s really happy about it. She kept talking about what a nice boy you are.”
“Little does she know.” Ephram looked at Bright with hooded eyes and licked his lips.
“Dude, stop it. Or we’re going to get seriously busted.” Bright wished he could just throw Ephram down on the pavement, but he knew that was not a good idea in any way, shape or form. He backed away a few steps. “Okay, first thing you have to learn is how to dribble. Just bounce the ball a few times.”
Ephram did as he was told.
“Okay, now try bouncing it while you’re moving.”
Ephram did and promptly lost control of the ball. Bright ran to pick it up.
“This shit is harder than it looks. I don’t think I’m cut out for sports.” Ephram crossed his arms and scowled.
“Well, don’t fucking pout about it. Just keep trying.”
“I’m not pouting! I’m just…” At Bright’s incredulous look, Ephram rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m pouting. I think I’m better off watching you play.”
“Hey, um…speaking of that, are you going to come watch our home opener next week? They hardly give us any time to practice before they start the season, but it should be good. We’re playing Coleman, and they suck.” Bright dribbled the ball and tried not to be nervous. For some reason, he really wanted Ephram there.
“Like I’d miss my boyfriend’s big game?” Ephram suddenly paled after the words came flowing out of his mouth. “I mean…um…”
Bright’s pulse suddenly raced. Was that what they were?
Boyfriend.
It didn’t have a bad ring to it. Ephram continued to hem and haw and generally look like he was going to pass out. Bright closed the gap between them again, pressing the ball into Ephram’s chest.
“So, you’ll be there? Because it wouldn’t be the same without my…boyfriend…in the stands.”
“I don’t know why I said that. I—”
“Ephram, it’s cool. I mean, that’s what you are, right? Because I…want you to be.” Bright’s throat was suddenly dry. What if Ephram didn’t want that? What if this was just some big…experiment?
Ephram swallowed and cleared his throat. “Yeah. That’s what I want, too.”
“Cool.” Bright smiled and moved his hand over Ephram’s on the basketball pressed between them. Ephram smiled tentatively.
They stared at each other and Bright knew if he didn’t move away, they would be making out on his driveway. They’d gotten away with it the first time, but this time his parents were home. He retreated a safe distance away. “Okay, now try dribbling again. Then move a bit. You’ll get the hang of it.”
“That remains to be seen. But here goes nothing.” Ephram bounced the ball and took a few hesitant steps. “Hey, I’m not so bad!” Naturally, the ball immediately bounced out of his reach.
“Let’s just take it slow, okay?” Bright laughed. It was going to be a long night. And he couldn’t be happier.
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Harold deposited the trash in the can next to the side door. He was about to go back into the house when he heard laughter and the rubber thwacking of a basketball on the driveway.
He approached the front of the house and peered around the corner. Bright was playing some one-on-one, but it wasn’t with Colin. Instead, Ephram Brown clumsily bounced the ball and took a shot that missed by a mile.
Harold continued watching them play, Bright clearly not trying as hard as he usually would, due to Ephram’s inexperience. He realized with a pang that it had been months since he’d seen Colin and Bright play together. He knew Colin wasn’t the same person he’d been before the accident, but it saddened him that Bright and Colin hadn’t been able to reconnect like Amy and Colin had. But, at least he had the Brown boy to do things with now. He was better than nothing, after all.
Bright dribbled the ball in circles around Ephram, and Ephram lunged in an attempt to get Bright off balance. They fell onto the driveway in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Harold smiled softly to himself. It was good to see Bright laughing again.
Harold was turning to go back when he suddenly froze.
The boys laid on the driveway, panting and laughing, and Bright’s hand lightly skimmed across Ephram’s stomach where his shirt had bunched up. Then Bright was pulling him up and they were scrambling over the basketball once more.
Harold blinked.
Everything seemed normal again. Bright and Ephram trash talked each other and Bright shot a perfect basket. It was as if he had imagined it. It had only been the briefest of contact, yet the action had been unmistakably…intimate. But that was ridiculous, it had clearly been nothing.
He shook his head and headed back into the house, pausing to straighten the lid on the garbage can as he passed by.(c) everfic. cue edna's voice: i don't own squat, private.
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