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One Word Series
by bigboobedcanuck

Chapter Four: Bliss

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“Colin?” Ephram stood in the doorway of the shed, his voice tentative. Colin was inside, sweeping the floor. He turned and smiled.

“Hey man. What’s up?”

“Nothing. I was just riding my bike around and…” He trailed off and shrugged, unsure if he should make up a reason for standing in Colin’s backyard, when the truth was he just wanted to see him.

Really badly.

“Cool. I’m just cleaning up the shed. You know, spring cleaning, or whatever. I had to convince my parents that I’m not such an invalid that I can’t do any chores. I’m sick of resting all the time. It’s probably a first, huh? A kid begging to do chores.”

“Where are they? I knocked, but no one answered. I was going to go, but I heard some noise back here.”

“They’re at some church thing. They wanted me to go, but I just didn’t feel like seeing people.”

“Oh, do you want me to go?” Ephram started backing up.

“No,” Colin said, laughing. “Ephram…you’re not…people. I want to see you. I was going to call you, but I didn’t want to bother you or anything.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t have been a bother.” Jesus, he sounded like an eager puppy. “I mean…it’s cool.” He cleared his throat. “You want a hand?”

Colin looked at him, and Ephram could have sworn a gleam entered his eye.

“Yeah, that would be good.” Colin awkwardly tossed him the broom with his right hand.

Ephram caught it and grinned. Colin started sorting through boxes and they worked in companionable silence. Ephram was just glad that things seemed back to normal between them.

If you could call any of this normal.

After a while, Ephram threw his jacket on a shelf, his long-sleeved t-shirt providing more than enough warmth in the shed. It was almost like a freestanding garage, stretching fairly far back and holding quite a bit of crap, from what he could see.

“Hey, you want a drink?”

Ephram stopped sweeping and looked up. “Sure, I’ll take a vodka with a twist.”
Colin laughed and went to the house. He returned a few minutes later with two plastic tumblers.

“Is scotch okay?”

“Oh, sure. Scotch, vodka, whatever.” Ephram laughed and grabbed a cup. He took a swig and spit most of it on the newly clean floor. “What the fuck? I thought you were kidding!” He wiped his mouth and sputtered.

Colin laughed. “Got ya. Come on, don’t be a pussy.” He took a swallow of his drink and smiled.

“I’m not a pussy.” Ephram’s face was burning and he quickly downed some of the drink, which seemed to be 3 parts scotch and one part ginger ale.

“I know, I was teasing.” Their eyes met and held. Finally, Ephram looked down at the drink in his hand.

“So, where did you get this from? I would have thought your parents would have locked up the liquor cabinet after what happened.”

“I have my ways. Sometimes it just...makes the day go smoother, you know?”

“Yeah, sure.” Smoother? Ephram didn’t particularly like the sounds of that. But he pushed the thought away and took another gulp, grimacing. He put his cup on top of one of the many boxes lining the wall. As he picked up the broom again, the light in the shed suddenly became almost non-existent.

“Come on, we’ve done enough work, don’t you think?” Colin walked toward Ephram from the now-closed door. The only light now came from the small, high windows on either side of the shed.

Ephram swallowed nervously. Colin always seemed so sure of himself and the only time Ephram had ever been…aggressive, things hadn’t exactly gone well.

“E, you think too much.” Colin’s breath tickled his ear and his hands lightly traced their way up Ephram’s body. Ephram couldn’t seem to find the will to tell Colin not to call him that.

Ephram’s arms went around him, and his lips found Colin’s.

He marveled again at how…right it felt. His tongue in another guy’s mouth. Another guy’s tongue in his. Another guy’s hand on his ass, pulling him closer. They both gasped for air at the same time and their eyes met.

Ephram caressed Colin’s face with his hand, tracing the outline of his lips with his finger. His breath caught when Colin sucked it into his mouth gently, his tongue swirling around. Ephram remembered the feeling of that tongue on his cock, and he nearly came right then and there.

Their mouths met again, almost desperately.

After a while, Colin grabbed an old sheet, flecked with paint, and spread it on the floor. He grabbed Ephram’s hand and pulled him down.

Ephram hooked one leg over Colin’s, stretching out fully. They pressed their bodies together and Ephram wondered what it would feel like to do this in a bed, with no clothing separating them.

It would be bliss, he decided.

Ephram kissed Colin’s neck, sucking and licking. He ran his hand up under Colin’s t-shirt, caressing the soft skin, delighting at the moan that escaped Colin’s lips.

He pulled Colin’s shirt up and kissed his chest, licking his nipples. This made Colin moan again, louder. Ephram smiled and continued, moving his hand down to Colin’s pants and working them open.

Colin was hard as rock, and Ephram pulled his cock out of his boxers. He moved his hand up and down the shaft slowly, and Colin’s moans grew even louder. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.

Ephram increased the tempo and Colin gasped and moaned and Ephram couldn’t take his eyes from him.

“Colin, are you okay?”

Amy’s agitated voice, combined with the light from the now-open doorway shattered the spell.

Ephram jumped to his feet, stunned. Colin had vaulted into a sitting position. Amy stood in the door, her expression impossible to make out with the sunlight behind her. Colin straightened out his clothes.

No one spoke.

To Ephram, time seemed to move very quickly, and although it had just been less than a minute since he’d been touching Colin, it seemed distant and impossible to reach.

Finally, Amy found her voice. “What the hell are you doing?!” She came inside a few steps, and Ephram could see her face. It was a picture of confusion.

And anger.

“Ephram, what kind of sick person are you? Oh my god, how could you do this?” She knelt in front of Colin, who was silent, his eyes wide. “Colin, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Did who hurt who? What’s going on?”

Oh, god.

Colin’s mother now stood in the doorway. “Colin, are you hurt? Did you fall? What’s going on, honey?” She hurried to his side.

Ephram stayed motionless, unable to process that this was actually happening, and wasn’t the worst nightmare he ever could have imagined.

“Ephram was…doing disgusting things, taking advantage of him!” Amy spat the words out.

Mrs. Hart’s gaze swiveled to Ephram’s face. “What?” She looked back at Colin, still sitting silently, shocked. “Colin…what happened?” She took in his disheveled state, the button of his jeans hanging open. “Oh, my god. Jim! Jim, come quickly!”

Ephram tried to speak, his throat so dry that the words sounded more like squeaks. He waved his hands desperately. “No, I didn’t do anything! Nothing happened, nothing happened!”

“Ephram, I saw! I saw what you were doing! Don’t worry, Colin, everything’s going to be okay. You’re sick, Ephram, using him like that. You know how confused he’s been!” Amy was shrill, almost hysterical.

“What happened?” Mr. Hart’s booming voice filled the shed. Ephram shrank back against the wall.

“Ephram was…taking advantage of Colin. Touching him.” Mrs. Hart looked at Ephram like he was a child molester.

“No, I didn’t, you don’t understand…” Ephram’s voice sounded very small to his own ears, hesitant.

“Why, you sick little bastard. Is that what you get up to in the big city? Well you’re not going to get away with forcing your perversion on my son!” Mr. Hart advanced towards Ephram, grabbing him by the front of his shirt.

Ephram’s heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. “Colin, tell them. I wasn’t doing anything you didn’t want!”

All eyes turned to Colin. Ephram held his breath, Mr. Hart still holding him painfully. Finally, Colin’s brow furrowed and his expression transformed into one of confusion that Ephram had seen before.

The Coma-boy-discount look.

Ephram’s heart contracted so painfully that he gasped in a breath.

“I...I don’t know what happened.” Colin stuttered and looked at his parents, his face a mask of innocent uncertainty.

“It’s okay, honey, he’s never going to touch you again.” Colin’s mother helped him to his feet, Amy also at his side.

Mr. Hart shook Ephram, hard. “Get the hell out of here, you perverted freak. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.” He shoved Ephram roughly towards to door.

Ephram didn’t look back.

He grabbed his bike and flew out of the yard and onto the street. Tears streamed down his face, and he was consumed by blind panic. Everyone was going to find out. Everyone was going to hate him. Everyone was going to think he was twisted.

He rode without a destination, finally arriving home as the sun was setting. He dropped his bike on the lawn and walked up onto the porch. He could see that Delia and his father were home, probably getting dinner ready.

Ephram moved to the porch seat, unwilling to go inside. He brought his knees up, his arms hugging them tightly. The air had grown colder and he remembered that he’d left his coat in the shed.

He shuddered. Just the thought of that place filled him with dread and fear.

Colin had abandoned him totally and completely, allowing Amy and his parents to think that it was all Ephram’s fault. He felt the pain move through him with each breath. He knew that despite it, he loved Colin, more than he’d ever loved anyone.

And he knew that he was alone.

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