Hurt & Comfort

Book 8: Seeking Comfort

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Chapter 12: Coping

Ronny organized the kids into a breakfast making brigade.

French toast isn't that complicated to make, but somehow Ronny was able to make the process have twenty steps, and each step required one of the kids.

There was a mountain of French toast toasted, sausage cooked, coffee made and juice poured before Mr. Summers came into the dining room.

"How is he?" John asked immediately.

"I don't know. Dr. McCoy is still working on him." Scott said in shock.

"What's wrong with him?" Artie asked with worry.

"He had an attack..." Mr. Summers said, obviously withholding the truth.

I looked at John and met his gaze, we were going to talk to Scott privately later.

"Look at all this French toast!" Scott exclaimed, effectively changing the subject.

"We all made it... it was fun." Clarissa said happily.

"Do you mind if I have some?" Mr. Summers asked hopefully.

"Sit down and we'll bring it to you." Clarissa said proudly.

Mr. Summers took a seat. I looked at John, and he nodded. We moved as one to sit with Scott.

* * * * *

We all three had plates put before us and were eating in relative silence until John asked, "What's really wrong with Peter?"

Scott turned to face John and was obviously in thought. Finally he said, "Sometimes people have things... personal things that they don't want other people to know about. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah." John said darkly.

"Peter has some too. I'd never tell yours, and I won't tell Peter's, that's all I can say." Scott said seriously.

John nodded and focused back on his food.

"Is there anything we can do?" I asked, feeling kind of a numb shock about the whole morning.

"Yeah, actually there is. You guys... and Ronny, you can help Bobby and Robert through this. They're a lot closer to Peter than anyone else. I think they'll need your support." Scott said in thought.

"We can do that." John said firmly.

"Yeah, we can do that now." I said and stood up.

"Bobby's with Peter now, you can't go down there." Scott said quietly.

"I need to talk to Bobby, just for a few minutes. I promise I won't bother Peter, I just have to let Bobby know that we're here for him." I said in concern.

"When you get down there, tell Hank I said it was okay for you to be there." Scott said grimly.

"I promise I won't stay long or get in the way." I said and looked at John.

"I'll talk to Ronny, then we'll find Robert." John said quietly.

I nodded and left the room.

* * * * *

I walked into the MedLab and found Bobby sitting in the waiting room staring into space.

"Bobby?" I said in a whisper.

Bobby looked up at me, but his expression said that he didn't really see me.

"Come here." I said and opened my arms to him.

Bobby stood and I pulled him into a hug.

We stood silently. I just held him, trying to offer comfort as Bobby stood rigidly.

I heard a sound and turned to see Alan and Robert walk into the room.

"Bobby?" Robert said in a small voice.

I released Bobby from the hug and motioned for Robert to take over.

Robert ran to Bobby and held him tightly.

"What happened?" Alan asked in a whisper.

"I don't know. I just got here." I said quietly, watching Bobby and Robert holding each other tightly.

Andrew walked out of the examining room and the look of despair on his face made ice flow through my veins.

"Andy?" Alan asked in panic.

"We were too late." Andrew said in hitching breaths and ran into Alan's arms.

"No." Bobby whispered as tears began to fall.

"I'm sorry Bobby, there was nothing we could do. We tried everything..." Andrew said as he held tightly to Alan.

"No. He can't be... I just saw him last night." Bobby said as he held Robert in a crushing grip.

I wanted to help, I wanted to hold someone, I wanted to be held.

I looked to the doorway and saw Trey standing just outside, watching silently.

Without thought I ran to him and pulled him close.

"What is wrong?" Trey asked in a whisper.

"Peter's dead." I said, feeling bitterness in my mouth at saying the words.

Trey was silent after that and we held on to each other as the rest of the world took care of itself.

* * * * *

"Clark." A voice intruded on my flood of emotions.

I looked up into the concerned eyes of Ronny and John.

I released my grip on Trey and put out one arm to invite Ronny and John into the hug.

"What happened?" John asked in fear.

I couldn't say it again. I couldn't say anything.

"Peter is dead." Trey whispered into the four-way hug.

Ronny pulled out of the hug and ran to Bobby and Robert.

He hugged them both as tightly as he could.

"Everyone, you need to go upstairs." Dr. McCoy said in a hollow voice.

"I... I don't want to leave him." Bobby mumbled from his three-way embrace.

"It's okay Bobby, stay as long as you need to." Alan said and looked at Dr. McCoy, hoping for understanding.

"Yes, stay as long as you need to." Dr. McCoy whispered and walked back into the examination room.

Ms. Munroe and Mr. Summers came into the room at a run.

"Where is Hank?" Ms. Munroe asked breathlessly.

I pulled an arm free and pointed to the room behind us.

Ms. Munroe ran into the room as quickly as she could. Scott walked over to us and said, "Come on guys, you don't need to be here."

I looked at Scott and could see the tears falling under his glasses.

I pulled myself out of the hug and hugged Scott instead.

Scott accepted the hug and we stood there silently but for the occasional sob.

"Come on." Scott whispered and pulled me to walk with him, his arm still around me.

Trey and John followed us, then Andrew and Alan.

Bobby, Ronny and Robert stayed there.

We got into the elevator, still holding each other, still silent.

* * * * *

"Logan, will you see to the kids... we won't be having classes today." Scott said from my side.

"Sure Cyke." Logan said quietly and gripped Mr. Summers shoulder firmly in support.

Scott led us to the library and closed the door behind us.

"What... what happened to him?" John asked in a small voice.

"He cut his wrists... last night from the look of it." Scott said as he took a seat.

"What? Why? Peter is one of the friendliest, happiest people I've ever met." John said in disbelief.

"Peter had his own problems, just like anyone." Alan said darkly, still standing, holding Andrew.

"Peter had a disorder, I knew he was prone to bouts of depression... but I thought he was doing so much better." Scott said in despair.

I couldn't help it, he needed to be held. I moved my chair beside his and hugged him again.

He turned and took off his glasses then put his head on my shoulder. He held me tightly and cried into my shoulder.

Scott's open crying was the trigger for the rest of us. All of us, Andrew, Alan, Trey, John and I cried openly as we held on to each other.

The door opened and Ronny walked in alone.

He didn't say a word, just walked to Trey and John and was immediately drawn into their hug. He began to cry with the rest of us.

* * * * *

The world had changed.

Something in me died with Peter. I'd never lost anyone before, not like that. He was a friend, my age, alive the day before. Now he's gone... forever.

I looked up from my hug with Scott and... where did all my emotions go? I was feeling and crying and grieving... now nothing.

Scott lifted his head and put his glasses back on.

"We need to take care of the kids now. They're going to need us, all of us." Scott said as he wiped the tears off his face.

"Yeah, Alan and I are going to get everyone at the boathouse and bring them here. I think we need to be together." Andrew said weakly.

"I guess we'll go to the common room." John said in a hollow voice.

"No, John, Clark, Ronny and Trey, you need to take care of Bobby. He and Robert need you." Scott said as he stood and straightened his sweatshirt and pajamas.

"We're on it." I said and walked to the guys.

"This is going to be tough, find me if you need me." Scott said seriously.

I nodded as I laid a hand on John's back.

"And Clark... thanks." Scott said with a note of tenderness.

I nodded in confirmation before leaving with the guys.

* * * * *

We walked into the MedLab to find Bobby and Robert just as we'd left them.

"Bobby, come on." John whispered and put a hand on his shoulder.

Bobby looked up at John with watery, questioning eyes.

"Let's go up to your room. You need to get dressed." John said quietly.

Bobby allowed John to draw him away.

I looked into Trey's eyes, then glanced at Robert.

Trey took the hint and pulled Robert to his side.

I moved to Robert's other side as Ronny moved to Bobby's other side.

The six of us awkwardly made our way out of the MedLab.

* * * * *

There was a knock on the door.

I got up from Ronny's bed where I'd been sitting and answered it.

William was standing there with a helpless, devastated expression.

"Come on in, Robert's over there." I said and guided William into the room.

Robert pulled away from Trey and ran to his twin.

The two held close and then finally Robert began to cry for real.

Trey moved beside the two and gently draped an arm around each boys shoulder.

I moved to Bobby's bed and sat beside John, the other side from Bobby.

"Why did he do it?" William asked through his sobs.

All of us had been wondering, but none of us had dared to ask.

"He said... He left a note... he said he couldn't live like this anymore." Bobby said through his own sobs.

"He said... he was sorry. Over and over he said how sorry he was... but he hated himself... and his life, and... and he couldn't go on." Bobby said before breaking down into fresh tears.

"But he was happy. I saw him yesterday. He was happy." William said in confusion.

"He said... he loved me." Bobby said into John's shoulder with great heaving sobs.

"He said... he thanked me for being... the best friend he... he ever had..." Bobby said, between gasps of breath.

I reached around John to lay my hand on the back of Bobby's neck, wanting to offer him some kind of comfort, anything.

Silence fell over the room. There was nothing left to say.

* * * * *

There was a knock on the door a while later, Ronny got up to answer it.

"Can I come in?" Alan asked quietly.

"Yeah, we're havin a party." Ronny said with a weak, watery expression.

"They're having a party in the dining room and common room too." Alan said as he walked in and draped an arm around Ronny's shoulder.

None of us had anything to say.

"Do you guys want to talk about it?" Alan asked as he pulled a chair between the two beds.

"I just... I don't understand." Trey said in bewilderment.

"I know. And if you've never felt it, I don't think there's any way of describing it." Alan said, looking off into the distance.

"It's like everything is dark... and cold." I said, thinking about some of the things I'd felt in the past.

"And everyone is watching you... judging you." John said from beside me.

"People who are happy are mocking you." Ronny said with a distant expression.

"No one cares." I said as I held John just a little closer.

"There's no point to anything... living just hurts." Ronny added.

"It's so lonely. Nothing and no one can break through it." Bobby whispered.

Alan looked on in surprise as we described the feelings, apparently feelings we had all had.

"I've thought about it. I almost did it." John said darkly.

"I've thought about it too. I didn't try it but... It wasn't too far off." I said quietly.

"I was gonna do it a couple times, I just... didn't." Ronny said as he looked at the floor.

"I did." Alan whispered and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to expose the scars on his inner arms.

William, Robert and Trey encircled Alan and held him close.

"So it could happen to any of us." Ronny said in thought.

"It could." I said, knowing that if things had turned out differently in my own life...

"How can we prevent it? I do not want any of you to die." Trey said with worry.

"This is something each of us has to do for ourselves. No one can do it for you." Alan said firmly.

"I know if I was feeling... that way... that I could talk to Andrew or Scott and they'd help me come back to my senses. I'm pretty sure you guys would do that for each other." Alan said speculatively.

"Yeah, we would." John said quietly.

"Bobby, if Peter had come to you last night... what would you have done?" Alan asked carefully.

"Listened, talked to him, helped him however I could." Bobby said with a helpless look in his watery eyes.

"Do you think he knew that?" Alan asked, meeting Bobby's gaze.

"Yeah, I know he did." Bobby said with certainty.

"I don't know of any more you could have done then. Bobby, it isn't your fault." Alan finished firmly, trying to force Bobby to accept the point.

Bobby reluctantly nodded.

"If you guys are up to it, I'd like to go to the clearing by the lake for some power training." Alan said as he stood.

"What?" Ronny asked in disbelief.

"Okay, maybe not power training exactly... more like blowing things up until I feel a little better." Alan said with a timid smile.

I thought about that and said, "I feel like blowing away some rocks."

"I'm going to incinerate a tree or something." John said as he stood.

"Would you like to join me for some combat training?" Trey asked William and Robert.

Both twins nodded.

"Do you think anyone would mind if I froze the lake?" Bobby asked as he stood to join the rest of us.

"Today, I don't think anyone would mind." Alan said with a smile as he led the way out of the room.

* * * * *

Wednesday night...

It came so quickly, and yet I've lived a lifetime in the days that I've been here.

I've found friends, found love, lost a friend... I don't think I was really living before I came here.

My whole life was... two dimensional, like that comic book. My friends didn't have any substance. My days were filled with meaningless repetition.

I was living out of habit... I didn't do anything different. Nothing challenged me, nothing was asked of me, I was a kid.

Tomorrow my Mom and Dad will be here... What am I going to do? How can I explain?

"You ready for bed?" John asked as he walked out of the bathroom... naked as usual.

"Yeah." I said with distraction.

"How are you doing?" John asked with concern.

"Better than ever." I said as I pulled him into a kiss.

When the kiss broke, we crawled into bed and held each other close.

This is what it's all about. Having someone who loves you.

"Love you." I whispered.

"Love you too." He whispered back and placed a kiss on my collarbone.

I smiled as I felt sleep overtake me.

* * * * *

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said, hopefully loudly enough for the person outside the door to hear me.

"Clark?" Trey said as he walked into the room.

"Come in Trey." I said with a peaceful smile.

Trey got a look of tenderness in his eyes.

"Dad and Robert came early to begin preparing Thanksgiving dinner, I thought we could visit while they cooked." Trey said shyly.

"Well, there's some room over here if you want to join us." I said with a smile.

Trey began to move toward the bed and I held up a hand.

"You're overdressed for this activity." I said in my best imitation of Borg inflection.

Trey smiled at my adoption of his manner of speech and began to undress.

"Did you and John enjoy sexuality last night?" Trey asked timidly.

"No Trey, we just slept. John and I fool around a little, but we both decided that we didn't want to have actual sex without you." I said, watching for Trey's reaction.

Trey blushed as he slipped under the covers and spooned behind John.

"Comfortable?" I asked with a smile.

"Quite." Trey said happily.

I lifted my head, trying not to dislodge John from my chest, and gave Trey a welcoming kiss.

"Now this is the way to wake up." John said with a chuckle.

"How's that?" I asked with a smile as I relaxed back on the pillow.

"With two horney guys in my bed, kissing over me. One boner stabbing me in the belly and another in my ass cheeks. I can't think of a better way to wake up." John said happily.

"Since the three of us are here... and naked... and it's not a school day..." I said with a leer at John.

"Yeah, Trey, what do you think? Are you ready to go all the way?" John asked, turning his attention to Trey over his shoulder.

"Yes, I have been unable to think of much else for days." Trey said with a predatory grin that seemed uncharacteristic of him.

"Okay, Trey, I need you to let me out to get supplies. I'll be back in a minute." John said quickly.

"I will be timing you." Trey said as he moved from behind John.

John looked surprised, but hurried out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, he quickly ran back to the bed carrying a towel and a tube of something.

Trey was standing beside the bed looking delicious. His skin was flawless and his erection was slightly bobbing with his heartbeat... [I wonder if that's how he keeps time?] I thought to myself and smiled at the thought.

"43 seconds." Trey said with a smile as he crawled into bed behind John.

"First things first." John said firmly and looked Trey in the eyes.

"I love you Trey." John said in a no nonsense voice.

Trey smiled a radiant smile and said, "I love you too John."

"I love you too Trey." I said, looking in his eyes and waiting for one of those smiles directed at me.

"I love you Clark." Trey said... and there it was... big and bright and full blast and just for me.

"Okay, now that we understand each other... anyone know how we're going to do this?" John asked looking at Trey, then at me.

I looked at Trey and John and shook my head.

Trey also shook his head.

"Trey and I are virgins, you'll have to take the lead." I said shyly.

"Okay... let me just say it..." John said with a look of barely restrained humor.

Trey and I waited anxiously.

"I woke up this morning with two... gorgeous... naked... extra-terrestrial... virgins... in my bed. And they want me to show them how to make love. Am I the luckiest guy in the world or what?" John said with a glorious smile.

Trey and I both moved in to kiss John at once. Trey kissed him first, then moved away so I could have a turn. We took turns like that for a while, and every third or fourth kiss, we'd stop to kiss each other.

"Clark, roll over and I'm going to show Trey how to prepare me by preparing you." John said with a smile.

"So I'm a visual aid?" I asked with mock hurt.

"Oh no. Once I prepare you, I'm going to make slow, passionate love to you... But while I'm doing that, Trey is going to be making slow passionate love to me." John said in a seductive growl.

"Oh God." I whispered, able to visualize the whole thing.

"Does that sound okay to you Trey?" John asked with a smile.

"Will I get a turn on the bottom?" Trey asked speculatively.

"Sure." John said with delight.

"Proceed." Trey said with a very Borg expression that broke into a smile.

I rolled onto my belly and tried to watch what John was doing.

He put some... stuff, from the tube he'd brought from the bathroom and coated his fingers.

"This is lube, it's really important." John said as he spread the cream.

"I am familiar with some of the uses of lubrication." Trey said with a smile.

"Show me?" John asked hopefully.

Trey put a squirt of lube in his hand, then coated his erect shaft.

Slowly Trey began to stroke himself, it was hypnotic.

Finally John broke from the trance state with a visible shake of his head and said, "Hold that thought. Watch what I'm going to do."

Then John moved to my butt and began putting the lube... back there.

It wasn't like he was coating me, it was more like a very intense massage.

"Let me know if this bothers you Clark. I'm going to go slow." John said, then his finger slipped inside me, just a little.

"Um... okay." I said, not sure if I liked the feeling. It seemed... dirty or wrong somehow.

The finger started to move and all those dirty/wrong feelings evaporated.

"So you are lubricating the passage and relaxing the sphincter." Trey observed.

"Yeah, if you don't take the time to do this, it hurts... I mean it really hurts." John said as he carefully worked his finger in and out.

"Before we do this... I have a question..." Trey said with a note of hesitance in his voice.

"What is it?" John asked as he continued working his finger deeper and deeper, then withdrawing it.

"I would like to know about commitment... when we do this... will we have a committed relationship?" Trey asked with concern.

"We already do Trey." I said, trying to keep my voice even.

"How so?" Trey asked, moving his gaze to meet mine.

"We waited for you. We wouldn't have done this without you." I said as John took his finger completely out.

"But when we have done this... are we... exclusive?" Trey asked in confusion.

"Yes... As far as I'm concerned, we are. John?" I asked, then felt his finger enter me again... but it was tighter... two fingers.

"Yes Trey. The three of us love each other. Even though we might mess around in pairs, the real sex will be for all three of us." John said as he gently worked the two fingers in and rotated them slightly.

"But... next month... next year... fifty years from now... what then?" Trey asked seriously.

"I see." John said in thought, and began to spread his fingers as he worked them in and out. It felt tight and weird.

"Yes." I said seriously.

"What?" John asked curiously.

"Yes, I love you both. I want you both forever." I said as I began to enjoy the feeling again.

John continued to move silently.

"John?" Trey asked reluctantly.

"Yeah, I was just trying to wrap my mind around forever. It's a big step, I want to be sure." John said and withdrew his fingers again.

"Stop." I said as I felt pain. The three fingers were trying to work their way in and wouldn't fit.

"Deep breaths Clark. Give the muscle a minute to relax. I'll hold it right here till it does." John said quietly.

I took a deep breath... then another. I felt the muscle loosen and the three fingers slipped in.

"Good, just stay relaxed, you're doing fine." John said in a soothing voice.

"John?" Trey asked again.

"Yes Trey, forever... but I think we need... something, like a ceremony or rings or something. If we just say it, it doesn't seem real enough." John said in thought as he worked his fingers deeper.

"If you have no objection, I will make those arrangements." Trey asked cautiously.

"Okay, is that okay with you Clark?" John asked.

"Yeah." I said, feeling the tight thrusting in my butt.

"Trey, would you lube me up while I finish getting Clark ready?" John asked hopefully.

"My pleasure." Trey said with a smile.

I looked back over my shoulder to see Trey gently stroking John's penis with lube.

"Here we go... Clark, I'm going to go slow. Don't worry if it hurts a little, I'll wait till your ready before I push all the way in." John said in a soothing voice.

"Trey, once I've entered Clark, you can get started preparing me. It probably won't take as long." John said and moved himself behind me.

I felt John's fingers withdraw, then I felt a slimy, blunt hardness pressing against my opening.

"Deep breaths Clark, just relax." John whispered.

I took in a deep breath and felt the hardness nudge it's way in just a little.

I took another deep breath and felt it move further in.

"It's burning." I said in a whisper.

"I know. Just give it a second." John said and halted his motion.

"That's right Trey, just like that." John said. I'm not sure what he was doing, but I imagined Trey with one finger in John's butt.

I took another deep breath and John pushed in a little more.

"Okay Clark, how are you doing?" John asked as he lowered himself so his chin rested on my shoulder.

"Good." I said in a gasp as he began moving, just a little, in and out.

"Just relax, the hard part is over." John said with assurance.

I felt sweat drip into my eyes and awkwardly moved my hand to wipe the sweat away.

"Just like that Trey." John whispered into my ear.

I turned my head to try and catch a glimpse of what Trey was doing when I noticed the mirror on the closet door.

I could just make out Trey, knelt behind John with his fingers moving in and out of John's butt. The sight was so hot that I felt myself begin to harden.

"Is it sufficient?" Trey asked timidly.

"Yeah, lube yourself up good, then give it a try." John said as he increased his thrusts.

A wonderful feeling flooded through me and I gasped for breath. A tingle seemed to spread out through my entire body.

"There it is. I was afraid you might not have one." John said with a smile in his voice.

"What was that?" I asked in wonder.

"It's your prostate... hang on." John said and shifted himself a little higher on my back.

There it was again, the tingle... and it felt like my dick was going to tear through the mattress.

"Yeah Trey, go on, just keep pushing." John said as he stopped his motion.

I felt additional weight pressing down on me.

"Yeah, now hold still. This is the tricky part. I'm going to start moving. You need to synchronize your thrusts to mine." John said as he thrust into me just a little.

I could feel that he had... softened... just a little.

Two thrusts later he was back to full hardness and I could feel additional movement.

"Yes." John said in a breathy whisper.

"Clark, are you well?" Trey asked in concern.

I looked into the mirror to see Trey looking back at me.

"Great." I said in a gasp and closed my eyes.

My eyes popped open at the feeling of a tongue on my ear.

[John must be a master of multi-tasking.] a distant part of my mind thought.

John began hitting that spot in me again and any stray thoughts went away as I was lost in sensation.

"I'm getting close." John whispered into my ear. His hot breath, the thrusting, the magical spot he was now hitting every single time, the sight of them on top of me...

"Me too." I gasped.

"Twenty minutes to breakfast." A voice said from the door.

All three of us turned to see who had walked into the room.

Ronny was standing there, blushing wildly with wide eyes.

"Give us a few minutes Ronny." John said hoarsely.

"Um, yeah... I'll, um, lock the door." Ronny said in a flustered voice as he fumbled with the lock.

"Thanks." I said... God it was funny. I couldn't help it. As soon as the door closed, I broke into laughter.

"Focus, Clark." John said as he began to thrust again, trying not to laugh.

I craned my neck and was barely able to meet his lips. As uncomfortable as the position was, the kiss was fantastic.

"I am nearing completion." Trey said in a small voice from way above me.

"Me too." John said, humping faster.

"Uh, huh." I grunted.

John's forceful thrusts were scooting me against the mattress, rubbing me, and I was on the brink.

"Unngh." I said as I felt myself release.

At nearly the same time I felt John release within me. It was warm and so erotic that I felt my own release become impossibly more intense.

I could feel jerking movement from above me and could tell that Trey was experiencing his own release.

I turned my head to see Trey's expression, and as I expected, it was beauty.

His body glistened with sweat and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. I had only seen such beauty and grace in frozen images, like sculptures and paintings of the great masters through the centuries.

I spasmed with another release and felt the echo of it from John... cause and effect? [I'm spending too much time in school if I'm thinking about physics during sex.] I thought before the random thought was lost in my passion and release.

Trey came to rest beside and put his hands on my face to guide me into a kiss.

I gladly accepted the kiss as I felt John withdraw from me. It was tender and loving.

John squeezed in between me and the wall beside the bed.

I broke my kiss with Trey and turned to kiss John.

John's kiss was more forceful and he seemed sure of what he wanted and how to get it.

Finally our kiss broke and John lifted up and behind me.

I awkwardly turned myself over to find John and Trey kissing above me.

"I can see why you'd enjoy waking up like this." I said as I watched.

John pulled out of the kiss and looked deeply into Trey's eyes.

"Breakfast will be starting in fourteen minutes." Trey said seriously.

John and I began to laugh.

"What is funny?" Trey asked defensively.

I tried to stop laughing and said, "We'd just rather be here with you than eating."

Trey looked at me cautiously, then nodded in acceptance.

"But he's right, we really should go down to breakfast. It'll be a while before I'm ready to go again and I'll probably need my energy to keep up with you two." John said playfully.

"Well, let's get up then. I need to take a shower... and change the sheets." I said, looking at my two beautiful lovers.

"Here's a towel, I can clean you up real fast." John said, pleased with his preparedness.

He began to wipe down my belly with gentle strokes.

"And my back too." I said shyly.

"Sit up." John said with a smile.

I sat forward and John began to wipe my back as Trey pulled me into a kiss.

"Save some of that for me." John said as he finished behind me.

"This one's yours, I was just keeping it warm for you." I said and gently moved Trey to John.

"Thanks Clark." John mumbled before moving into a full deep kiss with Trey.

[Who could have guessed there was such beauty in the world.] I thought as I watched them kiss.

The kiss finally broke and John looked at me with hungry eyes and said, "How can I ever thank you for keeping that warm for me? How about this?"

And he moved in and kissed me with fire and passion.

When the kiss ended, I took a deep breath and said, "You'd better not do that again if you expect to have breakfast."

"It'll just leave more room for Thanksgiving dinner." John said with a leer.

[Thanksgiving dinner... my parents... will be here soon.] The thought came unbidden to my mind.

"What is wrong Clark?" Trey asked with immediate concern.

"My parents... they're going to be here sometime soon." I said with distraction, not knowing how to explain.

"His parents don't know he's gay." John said to Trey quietly.

"I wasn't till I met you." I said with a teasing smile.

"So it's my fault that you're gay?" John asked with mock surprise.

"Uh huh. I was a heterosexual naive farm boy before I met you." I said, trying to keep in my chuckles.

"So I did this?" John said in thought.

"Yep, and I can think of only one way to thank you." I said as I pulled John close.

There was a knock on the door and Ronny's voice could barely be heard saying, "Five minutes to breakfast."

"Right." I said in resignation and scooted off the bed.

All three of us hurried and put on our clothes. John and I each pulled out some of the new clothes we bought.

John spared a few seconds to fuss with my hair, making it 'just so'. I really don't know what he does to it, but it looks good so I'll let him.

"Ready?" I asked as I looked over John and Trey.

"One second." Trey said, then pulled me into a full kiss that nearly sucked the breath out of me.

The kiss went on and on, and sparkles started forming at the edge of my vision.

Trey ended the kiss and said, "Now I am ready."

I couldn't find my voice so I followed behind them obediently.

To Be Continued...