Disowned

by Victor Thomas

Chapter 34

Kenny

I stared at Javier's muscled body as he carried the heavy cardboard box from the car to the front door.

"What the hell have you put in here?" he panted.

"You look sexy in that shirt," I said.

I ran my hand along his abs and noticed some movement in his jeans. Our make out session this morning had been exceptionally short, thanks to the message from my mom, and now both of us were longing for some private time in his bedroom. On the positive side, mom hadn't touched my things, and packing had been quick and easy.

"Do you know where she went?" he asked.

I shrugged. All I knew was she wasn't home, which was probably best for everybody.

"I think she learned to text so she doesn't have to talk to me," I said.

He laughed, but soon his face grew severe. He put the box down and gave me a long hug. It sucked big time that mom hadn't contacted me the whole week. She didn't answer either when I tried to call her the previous night. Well, at least I had gotten some of my clothes and other stuff.

"You can stay with us as long as you need," he said.

"I guess that's until I go to college."

I sighed.

"Am I a bad person if I secretly enjoy sharing a bedroom with you?"

I placed my hand on the bulge in his jeans.

"I doubt it's any secret."

It didn't take long for us to carry my belongings from the car to the porch. I used every opportunity to steal glances of his strong arms and perfect butt when he reached out to get the last boxes from the back of the trunk. He was my hero and a damn hot boyfriend too.

"Can you take the key from my pocket and open the door?" he asked.

He was holding in his hands the heaviest box with my school books inside.

"My pleasure," I said.

"Hey. That' not the key."

I planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Uh, oh, sorry."

He rolled his eyes, but waited patiently until I got the key from the pocket of his tight jeans and opened the door. We walked in, him with the books and me carrying two bags full of my clothes. His house wasn't big, but his parent's hearts were. I couldn't imagine my mom would ever let someone live in her house, especially my boyfriend.

She doesn't even let me live there.

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and forced a smile onto my face. I didn't have to live with my father in the middle of nowhere; I had my friends at school, and I had Javier. Things were not that bad after all. Besides, his parents had been super nice so far.

"Hi, boys," his dad greeted us.

"I hope you don't regret this."

I glanced at the big bags in my hands.

"Always know you are welcome here." He rested his hands on my shoulders and whispered, "I can see how happy you make him."

Javier heard it and blushed.

In more than one way, I thought. The smile on my face grew broader. I knew exactly why he was carrying the box in front of his crotch.

"Let's get these to my… our room," he said.

Just then, Jorge came from the kitchen with a can of beer, of course. His hair was untidy, and his sweat pants needed a wash several weeks ago. The shirt barely covering his belly was worn but exceptionally clean. He had a box of cigarettes in his other hand, the one that was not holding the beer can.

"Is he moving in here?" he asked.

Apparently, he hadn't heard the news.

"Nice to see…" I began.

"Hey, kid."

Jorge poked me on my shoulder so hard I almost lost my balance and dropped the bags.

We carried the stuff to our bedroom. When we returned to get the rest of the boxes from the porch, Jorge was there, lighting his cigarette. He glanced at us without a gesture to help with my stuff. I wasn't too surprised; Javier seldom spoke well about his brother.

"So, this will be some goddamn faggot orphanage, right?"

He hissed under his breath.

"Shut your fucking mouth and get a life," Javier snorted.

"Says the one who loves to suck cock."

The mocking tone and reminder of Javier's discussion with his mom didn't seem to get under his skin. Instead, he looked at his brother, almost with some pity in his eyes. Jorge gave him one last glare, took his nearly empty beer can, and walked to the backyard.

"Don't listen to him," Javier said. "He's an asshole."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I agreed.

"Let's get your stuff to our room. Then we can have some… fun."

He had the same sexy grin on his face that I had seen many times before. And every time I loved it as much, if not more. I decided to ignore Jorge's idiotic comment and enjoy my new life with Javier.

Unfortunately, little did I know what kind of nightmare Jorge would cause me over the coming weeks.

The End.