“He forgot,” Sebastian muttered sullenly, staring at his salad.
“He’ll come. Something must have delayed him.” Victor patted his shoulder and tried to sound reassuring.
The dinner out had been Vincent’s idea for Sebastian’s eighteenth birthday, and while Bastian didn’t want a crowd of people there, the most important person hadn’t shown up.
“Between school and…other things, he sometimes loses track of time,” Vincent offered gently.
“Other things?” Sebastian snorted. “You mean Xav. They can’t keep their clothes on around each other and he forgets anybody else exists.” Jonathan opened his mouth to say something and Sebastian glared at him. “He never forgot before. Ever. Even when he was getting shot at every day, even when he was at his craziest, he always remembered my birthday.”
David had always made it a point since he knew no one else would. Their father’s idea of a good birthday present was handing over a little cash and giving a lecture on how little the birthday child had accomplished. Their mother’s was making promises she conveniently forgot and never carried out.
“Birthdays are fucking stupid anyway,” he muttered.
The big brother in question had not forgotten, though he had been delayed.
He had stopped by the house to leave Bastian’s present in his room, the new printer he had needed, too large a present to drag to a restaurant. When he got there, he found his father piling boxes on the front porch.
“Um…Dad?” he asked hesitantly. “What’s all this?”
His father didn’t answer at first, jaw clamped tight, anger radiating from his every movement.
“Dad? What’s going on?”
Edward Brooks whirled on his now-eldest son. “He wanted to move out the moment he turned eighteen, that ungrateful brat. He’s said so often enough. If he wants to go so badly, I won’t stop him.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” Dave’s voice choked on his rising anger. “You’ve boxed up Bastian’s shit and you’re kicking him out?”
“Don’t you take that tone with me, you little shit,” Edward Brooks straightened and poked a finger at his chest. “He wants to go, let him. See if that slacker can make his own way. I’m done with him.”
The slowly escalating volume of his voice, the tight tension in his face, Dave recognized himself there, the problems with anger, with depression. But it didn’t stop him from mirroring his father’s mounting rage.
“You fucking bastard! What kind of a fucked up father are you, anyway? Kicking out a kid on his goddamn birthday?”
Hard to tell who swung first but Edward’s fist connected with Dave’s jaw at the same time Dave’s connected with the side of his head. They half fell, half rolled off the front porch in a snarling, swinging tangle, years of built up resentment coming to a head.
Xavier avoided Dave’s parental units like the plague. Mostly because Dave’s dad was a total fucking asshole, but also because he knew his very presence antagonized the man. The couple of times he’d seen Xavier, he hadn’t been able to look at him without curling his upper lip in disgust, like Xav had contaminated Dave or something, and he hadn’t liked his son that much to begin with. Xavier didn’t care, and he could ignore it, but it sent Dave into a rage and so Xav just thought it was better to make himself scarce whenever they had to deal with his family. Thankfully, that wasn’t often.
He was sitting in the car while Dave delivered his present. When Dave and his dad started swinging at each other, he strangely didn’t get that overwhelming protective urge to rush in and help his guy out. It didn’t have anything to do with it being family either…well, maybe a tiny bit. It had more to do with the fact that this had been coming a long, long time, and he had no doubts about who would come out on top here.
Only a few minutes into it and just as Xavier predicted Dave had his old man pinned on the patch of lawn next to the front porch. Xavier decided he better do something now. Beating the crap out of the bastard was one thing, but if Dave seriously hurt him, he was going to feel guilty later. Xavier didn’t feel a whit of guilt himself as he strolled over to them and let Dave land a few more punishing blows.
“Dave…Dave! C’mon…let him go.” Okay, so he wasn’t trying very hard. Dammit, he didn’t want to get blood and grass all over his new jeans, especially when it wasn’t even Dave’s blood. He sighed and grabbed Dave around the waist, hoping that he realized who he was before he turned on him, too. That was really going to piss him off if he got punched trying to keep the fucking bastard from a hospital bed he so richly deserved.
“Dave! Stop!” Xavier yelled at him, trying to get hold of his arms.
With a heated snarl, Dave twisted to rid himself of the impediment, still in full, red-washed rage, and an odd thing happened. With his fist raised to beat off this new threat, the bright blue gaze meeting his so fearlessly pierced the berserker haze and stopped him cold.
He whimpered and sagged in Xav’s arms, buried his head on Xav’s shoulder, and burst into tears.
“Oh, perfect,” Edward panted from where he lay on the lawn. “Not only does my son turn into a queer, now he cries like a little girl, too.”
A strangled cry caught in Dave’s throat and he turned back to deliver a series of vicious kicks to his father’s ribs. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, kicking a man when he was down, but he truly couldn’t have cared less.
Was it so very, very horrible of Xavier to feel a sort of malicious glee watching the man getting the shit kicked out of him? After all, he had been curled in that fetal ball position trying to protect vital places as someone just like Dave’s dad had mercilessly kicked the shit out of him, more than once. Xavier grabbed Dave’s arm though and pulled him back before he broke something.
“Dave, leave off… c’mon. Let’s put Sebastian’s stuff in the car,” he coaxed.
When Dave backed off a few steps, Edward sneered up at him despite his split lip. “Coward. Never could finish anything you started.”
The rush of anger nearly had him again, no one could push his buttons like his own parents, but a sudden chill stopped him. Christ. His father’s goading had a purpose. He wanted Dave to kill him. Bitterness and disgust lay in those dark eyes but behind that was a terrible well of despair.
He turned away to help Xav with the boxes before the nausea got too bad.
They picked up quickly. Xavier did not once look at or speak to Edward Brooks, like he was a piece of shit beneath his notice, which as far as Xav was concerned, was exactly what he was. He knew Dave still thought of him as his ‘father’, but Xavier had never known his own father and it didn’t really matter to him. That this guy had contributed a load of sperm some twenty-four odd years ago in order to mix the right combination of cells to make Dave didn’t mean a damn thing to him. It could have been anybody, and Dave might have been better off if it had been some anonymous donor.
He let Dave take the last box, took the keys from him, and gave him a little nudge toward the car while he turned back to the man still huddled on the ground. He should just go, not waste his time or breath, but Xav wouldn’t be Xav if he didn’t say something.
He looked down at Edward Brooks with nearly the same expression of disgust on his face that he usually gave Xavier. He was sure Dave was out of earshot but he kept his voice low anyway, and it dripped with disdain, “I don’t get why your sons ever tried hard to please you or impress you, but they did, and you treated them like they weren’t good enough for you. That couldn’t be farther from the truth, but you made them believe it. Hopefully they’ll spend the rest of their lives realizing how ridiculous it was to ever think of you as a father.” He smiled his most beatific smile. “And when you’re old and alone and pissing in your diaper at some state run home, I really hope there will be some sick-o orderlies with nice big cocks to take care of you, and your memory stays crystal clear of this day.”
He curled his fingers over to wave bye-bye and stalked off to join Dave at the car and drive them to meet his brother and their friends waiting on them. He would have liked to take the time to hold Dave and comfort him, but he wanted to get him out of there and away first.
By the time they got to the restaurant, Dave was curled over his knees sobbing again. They sure as hell couldn’t go into a birthday party like that.
Xavier put his arms around Dave and soothed him as best he could while digging around in the glove box for some tissues. Dave was a mess, and not just emotionally. “Sh, love… you gotta pull yourself together, hon,” Xav said gently. “Bastian’s waiting for you, and this isn’t going to be the best day for him as it is, right? Sweetheart…?” Dave was trying, but he wasn’t very responsive and Xav held him a while longer, trying to clean the tears off his cheeks and the blood off his knuckles.
Finally, he started to hear Xav again and calm down. Xavier wished he could have got him into the bathroom first so he could wash his face maybe, but the bathrooms were at the back and it wasn’t really going to make much difference anyway. Sebastian was going to know something was up as soon as he saw him.
He wasn’t wrong either. As soon as they walked up to the table and Dave tried for a brave smile that looked rather sickly, Sebastian stood up, his concerned expression turning accusatory as he glanced darkly in Xavier’s direction. “You had to upset him today?”
Xav had just about enough shit from the Brooks family today, but he bit his tongue because he couldn’t really blame Sebastian for thinking he’d done something to set Dave off.
“Wasn’t Xav, little bro,” Dave got out on a hitched breath. “Later… promise, I’ll explain. Dinner first, yeah?”
“We ordered for you, hon, hope you don’t mind,” Jonathan offered, taking in the split knuckles, the darkening bruise along his jaw. “You go wash up, we’ll pour you some wine. The cops aren’t coming, are they?”
Dave snorted and wandered off to the bathroom, shaking his head.
“Sorry, Xav.” Bastian settled again to stare at his salad. “Never really liked birthdays… Sorry.”
Xavier was watching Dave’s retreating back but he waved a dismissive hand. “S’ok. Nine times outta ten you would’ve been right.” He sighed and sat next to Sebastian, finally taking his eyes off Dave. He thought for a second, and then decided he couldn’t really make matters that much worse, it felt more like a wake than a birthday party, anyway. “Hey, Bastian… how about you come stay with us for a little while? Now that you’re eighteen and can move out…” He silently prayed that God would give him one little break today.
“Oh…thanks. That’d be cool.” Sebastian picked up his fork and actually took a bite. “I’ve been kinda looking around for a place. You know, for when I could. But it’d probably be easier to do from your place in town. Maybe next week when I can get all my shit packed up and…”
He trailed off at the too-casual look on Xav’s face, the way he was suddenly way too interested in buttering a piece of bread. “What? What the hell’s happened, Xav?”
Xav knew Dave had wanted to wait until later, but he knew if he were in Sebastian’s place, he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew what the hell was going on. If they got it out of the way now maybe they could put if behind them and salvage something of the day. With a quick glance toward the still closed bathroom door, he started to explain. “We went to your house first, that’s why we were late. Dave was going to drop off your present there, but we ended up picking your stuff up for you instead. We, uh, got everything in the car.”
“Uh-huh.” Sebastian wasn’t buying the half-assed explanation. “So you just kinda decided to pack up everything and put it in the car? For no reason? And, what? Dave had a fight with the front door or something?”
Xavier lifted one shoulder in a little shrug. “Or something.” He pointed at Sebastian’s plate, “You gonna eat that? It looks damn good…” He trailed off when he got a look at the boy’s face and slung an arm around him in what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “Look, what do you want me to say? Your dad’s a retarded fuckwit and it was long overdue for your brother to kick the shit bag to the curb. Happy birthday?”
“Um…thanks.” Ever practical, years of dealing with emotional volcanoes having given him the ability to tuck things under the carpet, Sebastian pieced it all together. “So Dad packed my shit up. He was kicking me out. Just couldn’t wait another fucking second, could he? Hope he packed my laptop.”
He took another bite of salad and glanced sideways at Xav. “Hope he doesn’t call the cops.” He nudged Xav with his elbow. “Dave beat the shit out of him?”
“Your laptop’s in there, I checked,” Xav said, taking a bite of the bread he’d slathered in butter. “He’s not going to call the cops, just trust me on that one. And yeah. He didn’t put him in the hospital, but he’s not going to be moving so good for a while.” He chewed and took another huge bite. “You ordered? What’d you get me?”
“Biggest motherfucking steak on the menu, you bottomless freak,” Sebastian said on a little snort, but there was a hint of a smile with the name-calling, so Xav knew he’d played it just right.
Xavier grinned. “Who’re you calling a freak? You got like two bags of clothes in the trunk and the rest of the boxes are all porn. Seriously dude, you ever update? There’s gotta be shit in there from three years ago, all cemented together. Ew.”
Sebastian looked slightly horrified and Xavier laughed. “I’m kidding. Geez. I didn’t have time to look through you porn.”
“Oh, good.” Sebastian recovered a little. “Wouldn’t want you to get things out of order. And you wouldn’t like it. Not enough beef.”
By the time Dave returned to them, still shaky and hollow eyed but clean, at least, people had managed to reach the point of normal conversation. He settled next to Xav with a soft kiss on his cheek and knocked back the glass of wine Jonathan had poured for him.
“David, you don’t get any more if you’re going to treat good sauvignon with such disrespect,” Vic growled.
“Sorry. Just that first one.” Just to have the warmth slide down and fill his belly, steady his hands.
“Bastian’s gonna come stay with us until he finds his own place.” Xavier told Dave in a quiet aside. “And they ordered you an Asian chicken salad.”
Dave nodded on a little sigh. “Made you tell him, didn’t he?”
“S’OK, bro,” Sebastian said. “You’ve given me weirder birthday presents. And it’s probably better this way than me going home and finding the locks changed or some shit.”
“Hey, I got you a real present,” Dave protested. “It’s in the car.”
“I know.” Sebastian looked around the table. “See? Told you he wouldn’t forget.”
From his other side, Jonathan swatted him.
After dinner, Vince drove Sebastian over to Dave and Xav’s because there wasn’t enough room for him in the packed Mustang. Between Dave, Xav, Sebastian, Drew, and Jonathan it only took one trip to get all the boxes and stuff taken up to the apartment. Sebastian was happy with his birthday present, and Xav got him set up with blankets and pillows on the couch. This turn of events had got him thinking though, and later when he was alone with Dave he brought it up.
“You know… there’s another six months on this lease. We could let Sebastian take it over…find a bigger place maybe?”
“A bigger place?” Dave blinked. Not that he would mind knowing his little brother was safe and in a decent place but … “Why do we need a bigger place?”
Xavier shrugged as he pulled off his tee shirt and threw it in the general direction of the hamper. “I dunno, I guess it would be nice to have an extra bedroom if someone wanted to stay over. And DJ bitches about the kitchen being too small to turn around in. It’s alright if you don’t want to though, was just an idea.” He said, sliding his jeans off to join the pile of clothes.
“And maybe some space just for you to make a mess,” Dave said with a morose look at the growing pile of laundry next to the hamper. “It’s not that I don’t want to, sweets. My brain’s just not working too good and I got confused.”
He realized belatedly that Xavier was including DJ in their future, actually thinking of him in considering a new place, and he pulled Xav close for a tender kiss. “It’s a genius idea, love. Won’t have to worry about where Bastian’s gonna land and maybe we get a place with a better practice space for you, yeah?”
Xav wrapped his arms loosely around Dave’s neck and kissed him. “That’s me. Genius.” He chuckled when Dave swatted him on the ass. “Oo… now you’re just teasing.”
With a growl, Dave grabbed him and hauled him facedown across his lap. He paddled that sweet ass with the flat of his hand, nothing serious, just a few playful swats, but that beautiful butt squirming in his lap got him all sorts of hot.
He leaned in to kiss one slightly pink cheek, then the other, and then ran his tongue down the crack of Xav’s ass.
He got a soft moan from Xavier in response and another little squirm. Xav hadn’t meant to start anything but he wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity either. He shifted around and slipped off of Dave’s lap, sliding to his knees between Dave’s legs. With a little grin, he tugged Dave’s jeans down, caressing over his hips and thighs as he bent his head to kiss and lick along his stiffening member.
He took him in his mouth before he was fully hard, sucking him in all the way down to the base and letting his tongue swirled around him as his jaws were forced wider apart by his expanding shaft.
Dave flopped back on the bed with a moan. “God. Xav…love your sweet mouth…” Parts of him hurt like hell and he was damn tired but he wasn’t going to let a few aches ruin things right now. Especially not when Xav sucked harder.
Xavier’s palms slid up the inside of Dave’s thighs and pushed his legs father apart. He worked his mouth skillfully up and down the rigid pole between his lips, hungry little moans and sounds of pleasure emanating from him. He loved this, loved the taste, the feel, and smell of Dave, loved the way his hips rolled to push deeper and his fingers tangled in his hair.
Oh, the things Xav did to him…fireworks were flying off all along Dave’s nerves. He planted his feet flat on the floor to lift his hips off the bed, letting Xav slide a hand under his butt.
“Sweets,” he panted out. “I’m not gonna last long this way…just so you know…”
Xavier debated for a half second whether he should back off and climb astride him, but he thought after the stressful events of the day that Dave needed this more. Besides, he could always get himself off later. His hot wet mouth slid back down on Dave as his finger teased and tickled over the puckered ring between his cheeks. Dave’s back arched and Xavier slid the single digit slowly inside him, never easing off his steady pace on his pulsing cock.
“So…damn…good…” Dave’s head tossed, his hips thrusting up to meet Xav’s attentions, his fingers tangling harder in his hair. His tangled nerves all relaxed at once and Xav pushed two fingers deep inside him. Between the lips and tongue on his overheated cock and the sweet invasion tapping on his prostate, his head spun.
“Ohgodohgodohchrist,” he whispered and bit down on his own knuckle as the pressure built to a full boil. His eyes squeezed shut on a hard groan when the first pulse flung him over.
“Mmmmmhhh…” Xav hummed happily around Dave’s spurting cock, swallowing his salty ejaculate as he filled his mouth and shuddered hard under him. Not until he’d coaxed every last twitch and spasm from him did he slowly lift his mouth and ease his fingers back out. He moved up on the bed next to Dave’s panting, heaving chest and kissed him lightly, careful of his swollen lip. “Feel better, sweetheart?” he asked in a husky murmur.
“Mmmmyeah,” Dave got out in a hoarse murmur. “But I feel bad not taking care of you.”
“Oh, well…” Xavier patted his chest and rolled over, scooting up on the bed and getting comfortable. “Not like I don’t know how to take care of things myself.” He grinned and reached for the lube. He smiled seductively as Dave watched him with sleepy, appreciative eyes and squeezed a dollop of slippery goo out to rub over his rock hard shaft.
Dave contented himself with watching for a few minutes, basking in the lovely sight of Xav’s pleasure-soaked expression as his fingers slid up and down his slippery shaft. But he wasn’t all that good at sitting back and watching.
He rolled over onto his stomach, pulling off his shirt as he went. He lifted his butt a bit in a slow grind. “You sure I can’t help you out, babe?”
Xav sucked air through his teeth in a little hiss of pleasure as his fingers tightened around his cock and slowly stroked. “How could I resist an invitation like that?” He moaned softly and moved to press up against Dave’s side, stroking a hand over his back and buttocks. “You’re not too tired?” He asked, even as he got more lube and massaged it in between Dave’s cheeks.
“Too tired?” Dave said with a husky little chuckle. “You’re the one who’s gonna do all the work. I’m just gonna lie here and take it.”
The way he said it, like the prospect was the one thing he wanted more than anything else at that moment, made the simple comment sound dirty and erotic all at once. “Give it to me, baby,” he whispered.
Xav felt what was left of the blood in his head rush to parts further south and he moaned in Dave’s ear as he rolled onto him. Instead of pushing Dave’s legs apart Xav straddled him, rubbing his aching cock into the slippery cleft on his butt. He was more than a little excited, but he took it slow and eased into his lover bit by bit.
“Mmm, nice.” In no rush now with the edge off, Dave rolled his hips into the intrusions but didn’t shove back or lift up as he might have otherwise. Xavier had decided he needed looking after today; he was more than happy to be looked after.
The feel of Xav filling him, covering him, his scent, his little sounds, all were getting him hot awful quick again.
Xav sank into him, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips as he leaned forward and rocked, pushing in and pulling out in a slow rhythm. He slid his hands up Dave’s back, kneading and caressing along his muscles until his fingers curled over his shoulders. He pulled back as his hips came forward in a hard thrust. The deep moan that huffed from Dave’s lips made him do it again, and again, picking up a faster, deeper rhythm that had him gritting his teeth against an impending orgasm in no time.
“Dave…baby, I’m gonna come…” He panted in his ear, rubbing his cheek into the slightly sweat damp silk of Dave’s hair. “Uhhh…oh, god!” The muscles of his abs tightened hard and he buried himself as deep as he could go as the explosion took him.
Dave reached a hand underneath and took his own cock in a firm grip, pumping hard and fast to meet Xav at the tail end of his climax. He buried his face in his pillow to muffle the cries as he came a second time, hard on the heels of the first.
He lay limp and exhausted afterwards, dizzy and reeling like he’d been tossed in a rock tumbler for a couple of days. But the warm, blissful feeling overrode it all and he smiled even if he couldn’t bring the room into focus.
Xav peppered little kisses along Dave’s shoulders as he slowly disengaged and then rolled over with a contented sigh. That had been what they both needed. He hoped Sebastian had found his mp3 player, he thought with a grin. That pillow didn’t really do much to muffle his Dave.
In the living room, Sebastian moved one of his earbuds aside. Quiet now, good. He couldn’t help a little smile. Xav was so good for his big brother. He didn’t think anyone else could have brought him down so fast and got him to relax so soon after a fistfight. Without him, Dave would have been pacing the floor for hours, shivering and muttering, hitting the bottle finally to calm his shaking.
He did wish everyone could find someone so perfect. His own parents…well, it couldn’t have been a worse match if they’d gone out looking with the intent of making themselves miserable. Someday, they’d have to talk about their dad. There were things Dave should know. But not now.
January 28, 2015