Between the Brothers

CHAPTER 10: EYE OF THE STORM

"Did you tell him I taught you everything you know? I watched you fuck him the same way you used to fuck me. Did you tell him that I taught you what a man likes and how to tease it and draw it out? DID YOU TELL HIM THAT YOU WERE MINE?" Gill's words echoed through the trees.

Everything froze in time. Cameron's face dropped, and Gill looked almost amused by his actions. This entire time, I thought I was in between two brothers, not knowing that I was actually in between two lovers. How the fuck did I end up here? I told y'all I was a city boy, and I knew I should have kept my city ass in my city home.

I blurted out, "What the fuck?"

Gill turned and looked at me. His eyes burned a hole in my soul. He saw me as the enemy. I was the thing that had come in and taken Cameron away from him. A smile slowly spread across his face.

"You stand there judging me. You don't know shit about us. You come here and rip my family apart because you can't keep your legs closed and your hole shut, you whore!"

I don't remember much after that. I saw red, I think, and then I saw Gill standing there, all smug. It sent me over the edge. I charged at him and knocked him to the ground. We rolled around in the dirt. I punched him a few times. In hindsight, I should have walked away, but I couldn't help myself.

"You fucking animal," I shouted at Gill. "You don't deserve him. You sick bastard!"

Cameron tried to calm me, "Hey, he's not worth it. He's not worth it, Mar."

I was so upset. Tears were rolling down my face with no signs of stopping. Cameron held me tightly. He wrapped his arms around me. It was the sound of his heart beating in my ear that helped calm me. I felt safe in his big, strong arms.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, Mar," he said as he kissed my head.

As Cameron held me, I could see Gill peering at us. He was lying on the ground with tears in his eyes. I think he realized that he had lost Cameron at that moment. For the first time in all that I had done with Cameron, I felt like he loved me.

I pulled away from him. Our eyes met, and I could see my whole life in his eyes. The choice was made for me at that moment. Cameron was the brother I wanted. He was the guy I had waited my entire life for. He was the love that my body and soul ached for.

Gill shouted out, "You're gonna pick him over your family? You're gonna further rip your brother's heart out for a piece of ass? I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"

"SHUT UP," Cameron yelled as he looked back over his shoulder. "I didn't want you to know about it. I wanted to keep it secret. I'm sorry you found out this way, Mar."

"You have nothing to apologize for. He took advantage of you, Cam."

"Marcus." He said my name as gently as a rose blowing in the wind. I swear he made my heart stop. I had never expected to come out into nature and fall for anyone else, especially not Ryan's brother.

I proudly declared my feelings, "Cam, I thought you were the worst kind of human when I first met you. In time, I've come to have all these feelings for you. We went about things in a fucked up way, and we have to live with that, but I want to live with it together. We can leave here and take on the world together."

Cameron was quiet for a moment. He placed his hand on my cheek and caressed it softly. Our eyes lingered, and there was a glimmer of hope in them. He leaned in and placed his forehead against mine. Our noses rubbed in the most tender way.

"You really are beautiful, Mar," he whispered.

I chuckled lightly, "You, sir, are a heartthrob. You make my heartthrob, among other things."

We both laughed. He took a deep breath, and I placed my hand on his heart. His heart was racing, and I could feel it beating in the palm of my hand. I wanted him to feel safe and comfortable around me.

He sighed, "Marcus, I wish we had met some other way. I wish you had not been my brother's boyfriend first."

I quickly pulled away from him. My heart sank into my stomach. I knew exactly where the conversation was going, and it wasn't where I wanted it to go.

I shook my head, "Don't do this, Cameron."

"I'm sorry. I can't hurt my family any more than I already have. We should have never gotten this far," he said with as much conviction as his heart could muster up.

Through my tears, I yelled, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I gave you parts of me I've never given ANYONE!"

I felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack. I turned my back and tried to walk away. I had ruined my life and fucked over Ryan in the process. It was all for nothing because, in the end, I had lost both brothers. There was no more being torn between the two. It was just me and my broken heart.

Cam grabbed my arm, "Marcus, please don't make this harder than it has to be."

I quickly spun around, "DO NOT TOUCH ME! I deserve this. I had a good thing with Ryan, and I wasted it on a fuck boy. I let you get in my head and then my bed. You fucked my life for sport, and now that thrill of chasing me and screwing me is gone; you don't want me. That's fine. You don't have to want me, Cameron. Just be a damn man about it. Own your fuckery!"

"Marcus, it's not fucking like that. I care about you," he pleaded.

I snapped, "Oh, blow me! You don't care about me. You don't care about anyone but you. So do me a favor; please go to HELL and take your stepdaddy/uncle/boyfriend with you. You two deserve each other."

"Oh Cameron, my boy, you got a feisty one on your hands. I'm starting to see why you picked him."

We both yelled, "SHUT UP!" We never took our eyes off one another. I waited for him to say something, but he never did. He didn't speak with his mouth, but his silence said more than his words ever could. I wasn't worth the fight!

I slowly turned and walked away. Every step I took, my heart broke. I hoped he would call out to me or race behind me and plant a passionate kiss on me like they did in those movies. He never came for me. There was no epic grand kiss. There was just me and all my sorrow.

On the edge of town was this little old dive bar. I stopped and went inside for a drink. I needed to take the edge off. I was a mess of a person inside. The place was dimly lit, and there were people dancing and sitting at tables, drinking and laughing. They were happy and I was miserable in the worst way. The only good thing I had left was the camera I was wearing around my neck. The camera that Cameron had gifted me.

I was at the bar and had just ordered my fifth shot of the night when I was joined by Brooks. He was an older gentleman. He was giving me "if George Clooney had been a cowboy" vibes. He sat down next to me and ordered another round for the both of us.

"I'm Brooks," he said as he extended his hand out to me.

"You should try your luck somewhere else tonight, Brooks." I was trying to let him down nice and easy.

He didn't take the hint, or maybe he didn't care. He placed his thick, manly hand on my thigh and slowly stroked it. I glanced at him and quickly moved his hand.

"It's not polite to touch people you don't know."

He smirked, "Well, let me get to know you tonight in the biblical sense."

"You're a little too fresh for me," I chuckled nervously as I spoke.

He placed his hand on my inner thigh and caressed me near my groin. His eyes narrowed just a little. He licked his thin lips and asked, "Do you like to be on top or the bottom? I can do either one."

"I'm not interested in this conversation or you in this particular manner," I told him.

He withdrew his hand and said, "Well, hot damn. Who flushed you this evening?" He asked the question with this unbothered smirk on his face.

"Flushed," I asked as I giggled. "No one flushed me. I broke my heart is what I did, and I am swearing off sex and relationships forever. So, you, my friend, are barking up the wrong tree."

"That's just the liquor talking. I want to make your body talk, Marcus."

He suddenly had my undivided attention. "I'm not drunk. I never get drunk, no matter how hard I try. How do you know my name, Brooks? I sure as hell didn't tell it to you."

"You didn't. It's a small town. People talk. Everyone knew about you. Ryan Young's boyfriend from the big city out East."

Very cautiously, I asked, "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in a Jordan Peele movie?"

He laughed, "I don't know who that is, but if his movies entail you and me in a hotel room across the street fucking like wild animals on top of the sheets, then I should make myself a fan of his."

"Afraid you'd be disappointed in the movies and in your reality. For the last time I'm not interested in anyone right now."

Just as I stood he discretely pushed me back down on the stool and closed the small gap that was between us. My heart began to race quickly, and it wasn't in an erotic way. It was fear. It was a gripping fear that I had never felt before. I was far from home in a place where the only people who knew me probably no longer cared about me. Every horrifying thought I could have raced through my mind.

He placed his hand on my leg and "You're not going anywhere unless it's my hotel room. You're playing hard to get, boy. I'll admit it's turning me on. Have a feel."

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his thick cock. His cock was throbbing in his tight jeans. I tried to snatch my hand back, but he had a really solid grip on my wrist. I stopped fighting against him, and I slowly began to stroke his cock.

His body relaxed, and his gaze softened. He let me way my way with his member. I moved my hand up and down the length of it over and over. I could tell he wanted to moan, but he was fighting against it. He didn't want to draw too much attention to us. He closed his eyes and smiled in my hands.

"Do you like the way I'm touching you, Brooks," I asked as I stroked him.

He breathed, "Yes. You're gonna make me blow. Then I'm gonna take you across the street and own you. Stroke my fucking cock."

There was an open bottle of beer on the bar. I snatched the bottle and threw the beer all over him. He quickly jumped up, and so did I. The entire establishment went quiet. He gripped my arm tightly.

"You little shit," he yelled.

Before he could say or do anything else, a fist connected with his face. The blow was so hard that he spun and crashed face-first into the bar. It was Cameron. He was there, and he looked angry. His face was red, his nose was flared, and his chest was puffed out.

Brooks grabbed a glass and broke it to make it sharp for cutting. He turned around, growled, and ran toward Cameron. I grabbed the back of his shirt, spun him around, and delivered two blows to his face. He fell to the ground.

Cameron grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bar. He dragged me like I was a kid. I was both happy and pissed off at the same time. The second we were outside, I lost it.

"Get off of me," I screamed and snatched away.

"You're welcome, Marcus. I just saved you," he said.

"What do you want? A prize? I can defend myself. I'm a big boy. I'm not some damsel in distress."

"NO? Maybe not, but you're a stranger here in a small town. People here defend their own."

"So why are you defending me? I'm not your own. You literally just broke my heart, and now you're here. Why? And how did you know where to find me?"

"Tanner texted us both. Guess Cameron beat me here," Ryan said from behind us.

I turned around, and there he was. He looked like he had been crying. His eyes were red and puffy. I had broken him, and that was something I hated. I never liked seeing Ryan hurt.

"Ry," I mumbled his name.

Cameron said, "I didn't think you'd show. So, I came."

"Hey fuck you, Cameron," Ryan shouted. "My whole life, I've looked up to you, and you've been a disappointment. I should've expected this. You want everything that's mine."

"I'm not an object for you two to fight over. I'm a person," I screamed.

"A person who hurt me. I thought you'd never hurt me, Marcus."

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I still don't."

"Then why did you leave?"

"You told me too."

"You didn't even fight for me!"

"Because I knew it wasn't fair to be in love with the both of you at the same time. I fucking love both of you, and I don't know how to stop. This is new for me, and I know it's fucked up. But it's my truth, Ry."

"I don't wanna talk about this here. Dad would have a stroke if you came back to the house tonight. Let's go across the street. We all need to have this conversation."

"I don't need a conversation," Cameron said.

"Cameron, please." I pleaded, "We have all done enough shit in the dark. It's time to be honest and transparent with one another."

We stepped inside of the motel. I was actually impressed by it. I had expected something horrible, but instead was greeted with a every decent and clean room. I could actually lay my head on a pillow and not worry about anything.

Cameron and I took a seat on the bed. Ryan paced back and forth in the room for a moment. I guess he was trying to gather his thoughts. The entire time, I kept telling myself that I wanted to do whatever needed to be done to heal him. I loved him despite my actions.

"Why, my brother," he asked as he stopped pacing and turned to face us.

I exhaled, "Because he wanted me. He was so different. He spoke to this other side of me that I thought died a long time ago."

"You love him more than me?"

"The same. I feel more passion when we fuck, but I also feel more grounded with you."

"I'm not good enough, is what you're saying."

"Ryan, you are good enough. You will always be good enough."

"You just don't feel as passionate about me as you do about my brother."

"Cameron touches me in a way I didn't know someone could be touched. He fucks differently than any guy I've ever met. I don't know how to walk away from it."

"So, he fucks better than me?"

"That's not what I'm trying to say," I said, feeling frustrated and irritated.

"Oh, come on, Ryan, this is insane. These questions are just pissing us all off. Marcus and I have amazing sex. It's just sex! I don't love him. I don't reciprocate the same feelings as him. You two should be together. End of story," Cameron yelled.

My heart shattered. I couldn't tell if he was just saying it or if he meant it. Whatever the case was, I knew we were done. He was making sure I understood his position. There was no future for us.

For a moment, the room was quiet. It was the type of quiet you find when you're in the eye of the storm. It's that calmness and quietness that you find relief in, but you really should fear because you know there's another part coming.

"Show me," he said.

"What?" I was in disbelief.

Cameron stood up, "I'm fuckin' out of here. This is crazy talk, even for you, Ryan."

Ryan yelled as tears fell from his face, "NO! Show me! I love him, Cameron! You said it was just sex. Show me how to touch my boyfriend the right way. Show me how to make sure he doesn't leave me."

"Ry? Mar, talk to him," Cameron pleaded.

"It shouldn't be a problem. You don't reciprocate my feelings. So, show him how to touch me so I can love him the way he deserves to be loved. So, he can win like he always does." My pettiness got the best of me.

Cameron sucked his teeth, "You really wanna do this, Mar?"

I snatched my shirt off, "That's Marcus to you."

He raised an eyebrow, "Okay then, Marcus."

As I took my pants off, Cameron watched me carefully. Something switched inside of him, and he quickly pulled his shirt and pants off. I nervously placed my hand on his chest. He looked into my eyes, and as much as I didn't want to feel it, I felt like I was the only person in the world.

I ran my hand down his chest and across his abs. I reached the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. I don't care how many times I saw it; it always left me breathless. His magnificent cock was already starting to harden.

He smirked because he knew the effect his cock had on me. He placed his big hand on my back and moved slowly down my spine and onto my ass. He caressed my cheeks and made them bounce in his hands. I let out a deep sigh, and he pulled my underwear down.

"You see, Ry, you have to first look at him like he's the only person in the world and then touch him like you're afraid you'll never touch him again," Cameron said as he looked into my eyes.

"How does it make you feel, Marcus," Ryan asked.

"Like magic," I breathed softly.

Cameron walked me back toward the bed and made me take a seat. He straddled my lap. My heart raced a little faster because, in all of our sessions, Cameron had never once sat in my lap.

Cameron said, "Then throw him off his game. Do something he wasn't expecting. He needs to know you're comfortable with change and his body's needs."

He ran his hands across my chest, and then he slightly inched and pulled my nipples. I looked up at him, and before I could say anything else, he pulled me into a feverish kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him like he was the one made for me.

Our soft lips found it difficult to depart one another. Our hands explored each other, and our tongues danced like lovers under the moonlight. I tried to suck his soul out through his mouth. His hard cock pressed into my stomach. I could feel him leaking all over my body.

Cameron finally pulled away from our kiss. We were both breathing hard. I felt hot and heavy, and so did he. Ryan came and stood on the side of us. He was naked, and his long cock was throbbing. The head of it was turning a bright red. He was worked up.

"Now, you have to really make him want it, little brother. Flip over, Marcus." Cameron was soft but firm with his delivery. I didn't argue. I did exactly what he asked of me.

Ryan came and stood behind me. Cameron placed Ryan's hands on my body and helped him move them slowly across my back and my nipples. Cameron kissed my neck and then Ryan kissed me in the exact same place. Cameron moved onto the bed in front of me.

Cameron instructed, "Someone like your boyfriend here has to be shown that you can please his body with simple gestures. Touch him softly and kiss him passionately. Channel all your feelings and emotions and let them out through intimacy. Give him goosebumps."

Ryan sucked on my ear as Cameron sucked my neck. My body was wrecked with shivers and tiny chills. Ryan made me look at him. His eyes were full of passion, and he kissed me softly. Then Cameron pulled my face toward him and made me kiss him.

As Cameron kissed me, Ryan ran his hands down my sides and onto my ass. I could feel his cock teasing my hole, moving it in a circular motion. Ryan spun me around, and we were face to face. We started kissing, and then Cameron teased my hole with his cock.

Ryan took our cocks in his hand and started stroking them together. Cameron bit my neck over and over. He took my skin into his mouth and caused me to moan. Ryan let his saliva drop onto our dicks, and he stroked us softly.

I could feel nothing but immense pleasure racing through my body. I watched Ryan with renewed vigor as he began to kiss down my body. He licked the shaft of my dick. Cameron pulled me backward and I was resting on my back finally.

"See how hard he is now. His cock could cut steel with how hard it is. He's excited, little brother."

"What now," Ryan asked.

Cameron smiled, "Now I show him that I appreciate him being a man."

He got on his knees next to Ryan and opened his mouth wide. He took my cock in his warm hands, took a deep breath, and took every single inch of my big black cock into his mouth. He sucked the dick as he swallowed it. My body shook!

"Oh shit," I moaned.

"You love that," Ryan said.

He pulled it out of his mouth and then licked the head, and then he repeated the action. He took my entire shaft down his throat again. Cameron held my dick in his mouth and down his throat without moving for a few seconds, but it felt like forever. I wanted to cum.