Chewy just kind of snort chuckled "Yeah, I suppose it was" he reached over grabbed my bowl and filled it full of soup and set it in front of me, then did his own.
I buttered a couple of pieces of bread for us both chucked his on his plate. He looked up into my eyes stared for second, shook his head slightly and gave me a half smile. "I could get used to this" he said barely at a whisper I almost never caught it. I cocked my eyebrow at him and he just started eating. "This is great Trace?"
"Thanks, after Mom and Dad passed, Callen was in Law School he didn't have much time so I took on all the cooking. I hadn't really cooked much before, but I had to learn quickly or we would have lived on take-out. I don't think Callen realises how much I used him as a guinea pig for all my recipes I tried out on him." I laughed "He's lucky I didn't poison him at some point because I was winging it from books that Mum had. He never once complained, not that he probably tasted any of it as he was always studying and would just wolf it down." I love my brother. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, that's why I'm here."
"How the hell did you get the nickname Chewy" I saw him cringe when I said Chewy "I asked Callen once a long time ago and he got all defensive and mumbled something about Star Wars"
We had finished dinner so I offered him more and he declined. I started clearing the table, he stood to help. "No, I'll do it. Just go ahead and watch TV I'll be there in a minute. Did you want some dessert?"
"No thanks, but I wouldn't mind another coffee. I can make them." as he wandered over to the couch.
"No no, I can do it while I fix all this up." I filled the kettle and turned it on. Put the dishes in the dishwasher. Found a container for the soup and left it on the side to cool before putting it in the refrigerator. Grabbed a cup and made his coffee. I could hear Chewy flipping through the stations until he found the news. I walked over to the couch and handed him his coffee "Chewy if you don't mind I'm just going to quickly jump in the shower I still have today on me and I feel grimy. Plus if I sit on that couch in my work clothes Callen will probably bury me under your porch." I laughed.
"Sure go ahead, we can't have that too much paperwork involved." He laughed with me.
Once in the shower, I quickly got cleaned up thought about releasing some tension but I didn't want to take too long so I decided to not. Went into my room and changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a singlet. I walked back into the kitchen and quickly made a coffee. I went and sat right next to Chewy and turned to face him.
"So the nickname how did you get it?"
He sat there with his coffee cup in his lap, kind of staring at it. "Ugh! I was about 14 I think and as you know my home life wasn't really all that great. Well that's an understatement." He had a look as if it were happening right now. "My folks would never buy me new clothes or shoes, so I relied on hand me downs from my brother who is ten years older than me or family members who would give us there throw-aways. Cause you know why get your kid clothes when you can buy booze." He paused and sighed "I had forgotten to do the laundry one day and didn't have anything to wear so I just grabbed whatever was in the basket. I didn't realise it was my sisters shirt. It just looked kind of like a normal button down shirt. I was running late and didn't check myself in the mirror. Anyway when I got to school of course one the ass hat jocks noticed so at lunch time they all pinned me down called me names you know the usual, fag, queer and hit and kicked me and one of the girls thought it would be funny to spit chewing gum in my hair. The rest just followed along. Anyway your brother came along and intervened. He took me home to your place to clean me up." He chuckled "I think it took your Mum a whole jar of peanut butter to get all the chewing gum out of my matted hair."
I had tears in my eyes. He looked over at me and gave me a smile but it didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry about it was a long time ago." He continued "That afternoon they put me in the shower gave me some of Callen's clothes to put on." He paused again. "Your brother asked me that afternoon if I was gay, I nodded, cried and begged him not to tell anyone or to hate me." He drank some of his coffee then looked over at me and said "Your brother is a fallen angel. He grabbed me in the tightest hug, and to that day the only hug I remember ever getting that wasn't from your Mum. He just held me and whispered in my ear everything is going to be alright until I cried myself to sleep. He never told a soul my secret and would defend me if anyone gave me a hard time. Callen could have had a million friends, but he stuck by me no matter what. He was also the one that told me to own the nickname 'Chewy' so they couldn't hurt me with it. God I love that guy." He added the latter quietly then finished off his cup.
"That probably explains why he was so good with me when I got outed by my best friend to the whole school in my senior year of high school."
"Seriously! Hope you punched his fucking lights out." Hi eyes were as big as saucers.
"Nope, you know Callen always takes the high road and leads everyone down it." I laughed.
"Can I ask a favor of you Trace?" he asked nervously.
"Sure"
"Could you please call me Alex and not Chewy. I know everyone still calls me that but I'd like it if you would call me by name." he put his empty cup down on the coffee table.
"I'm sure I can do that, why?"
"From the first moment I saw you at the ice rink, and we shook hands. I haven't been able to get you out of my head. All the winking and flirting was to see if I could get you unbalanced enough to tell me you were gay. You're a tough nut to crack." He chuckled then got serious "But I accidently found out how this morning, my gut has been churning all day knowing that I had hurt you and I'm really sorry. I also want to apologise for how I treated you when we were younger. I guess we don't realise how powerful words can be sometimes."
I reached over, put my cup down on the coffee table and on the way up I put my hand on his neck and faced him toward me and ran my thumb across his jawline. Pulling him toward me our lips touched gently. I pulled away and put our foreheads together smiled and whispered "I forgive you Alex". He wrapped those wonderfully powerful guns around me and pulled me tight toward him and kissed me hard, he licked my bottom lip forcefully and I let him. It seemed like the only choice I had. My stomach was doing flip flops while his tongue did a search and rescue mission in my mouth. My shorts were starting to show my excitement with the little tell-tale wet spot. I covered it with my free hand. He broke the kiss and said "Now that's an honest to goodness first kiss." And released me from the hug.
And I blush.
He snickered.
Alex leant his head back against the couch, let out a sigh "I'm wiped Trace, too many feelings for one day do you think we can just sit here and watch a movie. I know we have a lot more to talk about but would you mind."
"Nope not at all" I say handing him the remote. He took it from me scrunched comfortably in the corner of the couch. I grabbed a small cushion sitting next to me and put it in his lap and lay down. I looked up at him, he just smiled and ran his fingers through my hair with one hand and put the other on my hip while he flipped through the channels until he found an action flick. 'Yummy'. I was trying to recover from the last two and a half minutes my mind and gut and cock were in turmoil. I couldn't decide which to deal with first. It's best to deal with the most damaging first. So I lay there willing to get my cock to co-operate before I blew a load in my shorts. Concentrating on the movie also had its challenges. Mmm, Mark Wahlberg. Maybe if I close my eyes.
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"Trace, wake up" Alex whispered as he softly ran the palm of his hand down my cheek. Keeping my eyes closed I slowly turned my head and kissed the palm of his hand. I heard him moan as he leant down and kissed my forehead. "Come on babe you have to go to bed, you can't sleep here on the couch." I groan quietly, and my stomach flipped he called me babe. 'Yummy'
I stood up, turned the television off and held out my hand for Alex to take. He walked me down the hallway to my room and pulled my covers back. Turned and grabbed my singlet at the bottom leant forward and gave me a gentle kiss. Then tugged my singlet off of me and returned to give me another gentle kiss dropping my shirt on the floor. His fingers went into the waist of my shorts and pulled them down enough for me to kick off to the side while he was kissing me. There I was in just my boxer briefs with a raging boner. He rubbed my cock through my boxers while I moaned softly. "Please stay with me tonight Alex" whispering into his mouth and part while I grab his shirt and lift it over his head. I then put my hands to his crotch and start undoing his jeans. He leans forward and kisses me forcing his tongue straight into my mouth. It's hot, passionate and full of lust. I'll take that as a Yes. I push his jeans down his thighs and while he is kicking them off I climb into the bed and scoot over so he can follow.
I lay on my side facing the wall with my eyes closed. One big strong arm went behind my neck and over my shoulder landing on my right peck. His other came over my waist and rubbed my chest, and moved to flick one of my nipples. I moan. That beautiful strong arm then rubbed down my chest and flat stomach and quickly under my boxers and grabbed hold of my painfully hard cock. His thumb gently rubs pre-come over the head my cock, gives it a couple of strokes. He pulls me closer to him, kisses the back of my neck and whispers "Go to sleep baby". Sure that will be easy while he's holding onto my joystick.
