Birds do it
4
They drove into town that night, Ruthven’s van skipping over rocks and jumping over the sand as it turned into the crowded front lot of a house with all the lights on and music blaring.
“Just stick by me,” Ruthven said.
Ruthven took his hand and moved Dylan through the cars and into the house where the bright lights shown on people who reminded Dylan of depressed versions of all the hot girls and guys on the sales banners in an Aeropostale store. Just like in those stores he felt like he didn’t belong. He felt like he didn’t know where he was, and when he looked around, he realized Ruthven looked just like everyone else. He wanted to cling to him and knew he couldn’t, not here. Ruthven’s hand was on his back, steering him about, and suddenly a dark haired guy, and a red headed guy called to him.
“This is my cousin,” Ruthven introduced him. “Dylan.” Well, cousin was the only description that really made sense in a pinch, and they could have been related.
“From Indiana?” Robb offered his hand for a low five. “Alright!”
Dylan didn’t know Indiana was so exciting.
“Who wants a beer?” Kirk said. Kirk was taller than Ruthven, longer faced with green eyes, a little hot in a strange way. “Dylan wants a beer.”
They reminded him of Chay and Sheridan, not because they looked like them, but because he missed older guys who took care of him, who he crushed on a little bit.
“Where’s Lena?” Ruthven asked. Robb shrugged.
“Somewhere around here. This house is fucking crowded. “I’m gonna go get some beers, and the den is pretty not full,” Kirk told them. “Oh, by the way, there’s a little tokey tokey in my pocket.”
To Dylan, Kirk looked like he was holding a flute, and he looked at Ruthven who explained, “Weed, Dylan.”
“You feeling it yet?” Kirk smiled at Dylan.
“Yeah,” Dylan said, passing the joint. “A little.”
Ruthven shook his head. “No, you’re not.”
“A little,” Dylan protested.
“You usually have to do it a few times before you really start to feel it,” Robb said.
From the look of Robb, Dylan knew he was feeling it.
“I hardly ever do it at all,” Ruthven explained.
“Ey, come here,” Kirk said to Ruthven.
“What?”
“Come here,” Kirk said. But it was Kirk who came to Ruthven.
“Open your mouth.”
Ruthven did, and Kirk leaned forward and exhaled grey smoke into his mouth. His mouth closed on Ruthven, who pulled his face back and said, “Not here, man.”
“Oh,” Kirk shrugged. “Well,” he backed off. He pointed to Dylan. “You and him got something going on?”
“No!” Ruthven protested so fast that it hurt. And then he caught himself and said, “What if we do?”
“Isn’t he your cousin?” Robb said, his voice thick as he took a toke deep into his lungs.
“We’re not really related,” Dylan found himself explaining. White smoke left Robb’s lungs as he said, “Yeah…
Complicated.”
Even as the smoke was dissipating, Kirk laughed, and then he crawled onto Robb and began kissing him. Dylan frowned and looked at Ruthven.
Ruthven said nothing, but as Kirk’s mouth moved away, Robb shrugged and said, “Kirk’s sort of bi, you know? He’s crazy.”
That was all the explanation he gave, and the two of them were making out on the sofa, Kirk’s blue jeaned thighs wrapped around Robb.
Dylan’s face prickled. He didn’t look at Ruthven. Well, if he had fooled around with Lance, he imagined that these were the guys Ruthven had fooled around with.
Kirk turned away from Robb whose face was red and intoxicated looking.
“You guys wanna get something going?” he said.
“Uhhh…” Dylan’s throat was dry.
“No,” Ruthven’s refusal was gentle. His protective hand on Dylan’s was gentle as well. “We’ll just… let you guys get to it.”
He stood up and gestured to Dylan.
Dylan looked back to the sofa where he saw Kirk leaning over Robb, his blue jeaned butt in the air, and Robb was pulling up Kirk’s shirt.
“Shut the door on your way out guys,” Robb said, and Ruthven nodded, pulling out Dylan and then shutting the door.
“Let’s get something to drink.” Ruthven pulled Dylan through the crowd to the table.
“Ven, who’s the cutey?” a girl with breasts falling out of her shirt said.
“My cousin, Dill.”
“Hey, Dill. If you’re around for a while you might call me sometimes.”
“He’s fourteen,” Ruthven bellowed over the crowd.
She shrugged.
“And you’ve got a boyfriend.”
“What he doesn’t know…” the girl shrugged. She kissed Dylan on the forehead and moved away.
“Who was that?”
“Vanessa,” Ruthven told him.
“Is her boyfriend here?”
“Yeah,” Ruthven said. “It’s Kirk.”
When Dylan blinked at him, Ruthven said, “Everything’s not always so clear cut.”
“I guess.”
Then Dylan said, “Can I ask you a question?”
“I guess.”
“You got a girlfriend? Girlfriends?”
“Me? No. Not really. I know how I feel.”
“You and Robb and…”
“Do we have to talk about that?”
“No,” Dylan decided. “I kind of wanted to stay,” he said.
Ruthven looked at him.
“I didn’t want to do anything with them. But… I wanted to stay. Maybe do something… With us. I dunno.”
Ruthven’s hand gripped his in the crowd.
“I was scared, but I was curious. I’m still curious. I want to see,” said Dylan.
Ruthven pulled him through the crowd again and back down the hall to the room. He put a finger to his lips and pushed the door open slowly. Dylan came in behind him, closing the door and locking it, wondering why Kirk and Robb hadn’t done so. Did they want to be caught? Thought left him as he saw Kirk and Robb, naked and sweaty and making love, lips locking, mouths touching bodies, pressing themselves together.
“You guys came back,” Kirk looked up, his face sloppy drunk, and he crawled on his hands and knees and Robb was coming behind him.
“Make it good, Robb.”
Dylan’s dick was hard. He told Ruthven, “Turn out the light.”
Ruthven nodded and almost as soon as he did, Dylan put his hands to Ruthven’s waist and he started kissing him. He started unbuckling his belt. They were going to do this, right here, right now.
Dylan woke up in the grey darkness, not wanting to move. The house was silent. His hip hurt a little from the weight of the thigh draped across it, but he wanted that warmth. His mouth was half open into someone’s hair and, after wiping the hair away, he closed it a little, his arms wrapped around a back. Another body pressed toward his, an arm pulling him a little closer.
While he and Ruthven had been at it, Dylan became vaguely aware that Kirk and Robb had stopped and, in the midst of their pleasure, were now watching them. And then he wasn’t sure who it was at first began nuzzling the back of his neck. He found himself between Ruthven and another and Ruthven, at first, stopped, shocked. Then he kept on. Soon Dylan blinked and saw that, behind him Kirk was kissing Ruthven’s neck, opening his mouth and running it up and down Ruthven’s body. Now he knew he was with Robb and Robb was gently laying him on his back and lying his body across him. Somewhere in the middle of this, when Robb had sat astride Dylan and, planting his hands on Dylan’s chest, took him deeper and deeper inside of his tightness, in the middle of the hot, shocking pleasure, Dylan turned to see Ruthven fucking Kirk accordion style, his face set firmly in lust, and dripping with sweat. He turned to Dylan, looking more with pleasure and adoration than anything else. He leaned away from Kirk, kissed Dylan savagely on the mouth, and kept fucking Kirk. Dylan closed his eyes and on his back, let Robb take him. In less than an hour he had planted his face deep in Kirk’s ass, and still a little later, on hands and knees on the sofa he was letting Robb fuck him, feeling Robb’s hands pull his hair back. More of Robb’s fingers entered his mouth, where he sucked them. All that night, until they were worn out and exhausted, curiosities satisfied and lust fulfilled, there wasn’t anything they didn’t do.
By feel he understood it was Ruthven’s body he was hugging. It smelled of bread and heat and funk. Beyond Ruthven he did not know, because he did not know who was holding him, but that one got up and stretched, naked. Dylan watched him. He went to the side bathroom, scratching his ass. The yellow light poured weakly onto this floor and Dylan heard him piss. He pulled himself up. He had to go too, and all of him was excited and curious.
Casually stepping into the bathroom, he peed too, and it was Robb beside him, chuckling a little.
“You’re still fucking stiff,” he said, touching Dylan’s cock. “You still ready to go?”
“A little,” Dylan admitted.
“Fucking insatiable,” Robb commented, flushing the toilet. “Well, you fucking stink. But if you get in the shower with me, we can fuck around a little.”
Dylan had never known this absolute, stringless freedom, a freedom Ruthven had brought him to. There was something exhilarating about it all, and in the shower, he discovered what free love really was. To have good sex with another person, you couldn’t hate them. To do the things Robb was doing to Dylan in that bathroom, you couldn’t be apathetic. There had to be love, even if it was fragile and impermanent and wouldn’t last the night. There had to be love even if its main fuel was lust, and it would be ashamed of itself in the morning.
But in the morning, as they left the house and Ruthven drove, neither one of them said anything about last night.
Ruthven asked, “Are you hungry?”
“A little,” Dylan admitted. “Mostly sleepy though.”
“I know what you mean. You wanna stop at Mc.Donalds? There’s one outside of town.”
They stopped at McDonalds. In the car they ate flaky, greasy breakfast sandwiches, and then came in the house and talked to Ryan a little.
“You guys weren’t joking. You all are partied out!”
“We were coming home at around eleven. But then some stuff started, so…”
Dylan found it curious that Ryan Meradan didn’t even think about asking if there were drugs.
“We’re going off to bed.”
Somehow, in his actions, Ruthven made it very clear that Dylan was not to follow him, and Dylan was too tired, and too satisfied, to think much of it right then. He’d deal with it later. He’d deal with it very efficiently.
Friends, spring is upon us, and that means it is almost time to return to the world Westrial, and our companions, Ohean, Anson, Conn, Derek, Myrne, Wolf, and others. This would be the perfect time to get reacquainted with The Book of the Blue House, The Book of the Blessed and The Book of the Broken. Stay on the lookout here for more information on the upcoming Book of Battles.
