Three Kinds of Love
by David Heulfryn

 

It felt good to be brushing my teeth beside Finn again. He seemed much happier tonight. I only hoped he wasn’t putting on a brave face.

We finished at the same time, rinsed our mouths and spat into the wash basin. Finn smiled at me, “So, whose bed are we sleeping in tonight?”

“We don’t have to sleep in the same bed every night,” I told him and regretted my words the moment they came out of my mouth as Finn’s face dropped. He looked so disappointed, “But as I’ve told you before, you can slip into my bed anytime you want.” Finn’s face lit up again, and he went to get into my bed. I thought I’d tease him some more, and I got into his bed. “Your bed isn’t as comfy as mine. There’s something missing.”

Finn got out of my bed and slipped into his bed next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and adjusted my cock, so it was snuggly tucked against the cleft of his buttocks.

“That’s better,” I whispered into his ear, and Finn giggled as he waggled his arse against my soft cock.

After last night, I wanted to know how things were between Finn and Rick. “So, how was Rick today now that he’s had time to think?”

Finn sighed, “I think he’s in denial. He never mentioned it today, and whenever I talked about Cockaigne, he quickly changed the subject. And when I asked if I could come over after school, he made some excuse that he was busy. His parents wanted him to do something, or they had to go somewhere. He was very vague.”

“Well… ” I sighed, “It sounds like he still needs more time.”

“I’m going to miss him when we move.” Finn said, “I’ve tried to tell him, but he doesn’t want to hear anything about Cockaigne. He’s behaving like a little kid.” Finn sounded angry.

“He is just a little kid, Min. Remember, he’s only thirteen, like you. But he’s not as grown up as you are. Sometimes it’s good to behave like a little kid. It reminds everybody how young you are, and Rick sounds like he’s doing just that.”

“But why can’t he be happy for me. I’d be sad if he moved away, but I’d support him.”

“I know you would, Min. Because you are a very good friend.”

“But Rick is a very good friend.” Finn didn’t like me suggesting Rick wasn’t as good a friend as Finn knew he was.

“I know, that’s not what I mean. I just mean you are more grown up. You can handle change easily. Perhaps Rick just needs to behave like a kid for the moment. Remember, he’s only like this because he doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want to lose you.”

“I suppose.” Finn whined, “But I don’t want to lose him too. We are all giving up things to make this move. You’re giving up James. I’m giving up Rick.”

“I’m not giving up James.” I quickly corrected him, “Our relationship is just going to change. We will still be boyfriends. And your relationship with Rick will change. But you can still be best friends.”

“He will always be my best friend, and I will miss him loads when we move.”

“I know, Min.” I held him tight to comfort him. “All I can say is that he needs time. Don’t push him, don’t force the issue, let him come round in his own time, and you’ll be back teasing each other and playing pranks on each other like you always have done.” I felt Finn relax as he remembered all the fun he had with Rick.

“Why is it always me that has to be patient?” I sensed Finn was upset. “It’s always me that has to wait for people to come to their senses. It was the same with you. I had to wait, not push you. And now I have to do the same with Rick. When are people going to be patient with me.”

I felt Finn shudder. I suspected he was shedding a tear. “Because you are the bigger man,” I told him. “I’m sorry you had to be patient with me. I just needed time to get my head around the move, and it wasn’t all about James. It was changing schools, making new friends, the nudity, so many things.”

“But I thought it was all about James,” Finn said.

“Not all about James. You and I are different. I don’t doubt that you can start a new school and have a group of friends by the end of the day. Me… I don’t make friends so easily. I suppose I was also afraid of being the new boy… of being alone.”

“I never realised,” Finn said. “I’m sorry if I made it difficult.”

“You never made it difficult, Min. Don’t think you did. You made it easy. I never felt any pressure from you, and I truly want to move to Cockaigne. And do you know what?” I kissed his bare shoulder.

“What?”

“When you told Mum and Dad that I wanted to move, you looked so happy. I felt so good that I’d made you so happy. I only wish I could make you that happy again. And do you know what else?”

“What?”

“Rick will stay over as soon as he can when we move. I’ll make sure of that. And we will both make it a fantastic time for him.”

“Thanks, Max.”

“And me and James would have a word with him if you like. Show him how we are determined to make it work.”

“Thanks, Max. That would be good. How about Thursday if I can get him to come with me.”

“Thursday would be fine, and if he doesn’t want to come, you can still come over with me. His brother will be there. You get on with him, don’t you.”

“Yeah, he’s fun. But won’t it stop you… doing things?” Finn squirmed.

“We’re not always touching each other, playing with each other’s cocks. We do other things.”

“What like?” Finn asked.

“We do homework, we talk about things. But do you know the best thing we do?”

“What?”

“We just lie on his bed, silently holding each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It feels so good, just holding each other, not speaking, just being with each other. We say so much to each other in that silence.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” Finn was confused, “How can you talk to each other without saying anything.”

“I don’t know, but we do. I feel his love, concerns, hopes and fears, and he feels mine. It’s similar to us, Min. How do you feel when we lie together like this, not saying anything, just holding each other.”

“It makes me feel special.” Finn said, “No one has ever held me like you do. I feel a connection between us.”

“It makes me feel that way, too. And I know that one day it’ll end. Either you won’t want to anymore, or we’ll be separated, so we can’t. So I’m going to enjoy this while it lasts.”

“I just thought you spent all your time with James, snogging or wanking or sucking each other off. I didn’t think there was something more.”

“Tonight, we barely kissed. Just a quick snog at first, and then we did other things. It’s about spending time with that special person.”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend. I thought it was all kissing, holding hands, and touching each other.”

“I’m glad you realise there is more to a boyfriend than sex. I don’t want you to think that if you aren’t having sex, you aren’t in a proper relationship. When you do get a boyfriend, you’ll probably just kiss at first. But don’t feel obliged to do anything more. Especially in Cockaigne. I know it’s more liberal, more sexual, but that doesn’t mean you have to do sexual things.”

“I know.” Finn said, “At the moment, I just like being naked. It’s not sexual.”

“I’ve realised that as I hardly ever see you with an erection when you’re naked.”

“I’ve not wanked since we came back from Cockaigne,” Finn admitted.

“If you want to now, I can get into my own bed,” I suggested.

“No, I didn’t mean that. I don’t feel like it, and I’m not hard. Have a feel if you like.” Finn teased.

“You wish. Never going to happen.” I chuckled.

“What about you?” Finn asked.

“What about me what?”

“When was the last time you wanked?” Finn was curious.

“In Cockaigne.” I told him, “But that first day back, James and we did blow each other. But since then, nothing.”

“I can feel you getting hard, Max.” Finn giggled.

“It’s thinking about James. But I like it here with you.”

“Thanks, Max.”

We heard movement downstairs. It sounded like Mum and Dad were going to bed. I glanced at the clock, and it was still early. I sighed. I doubted they would go to sleep but thought we’d be forced to listen to them having sex again.

Mum came up the stairs and crept into our room. She looked at us, both curled up together in Finn’s bed. Dad poked his head in.

“They’re sleeping together again,” Mum whispered.

“They look sweet,” Dad whispered back.

“I just worry about it. Especially with them both being naked.”

“Come on, Love.” Dad ushered her out of our room and closed the door. “You had no problem with it in Cockaigne,” Dad said. “And I’m positive nothing untoward is going on between them.”

“Did you hear that?” I whispered to Finn.

“Yes. What did he mean? Untoward? What does he think we do?” Finn asked.

“I think Mum’s worried we do stuff together like James and I do stuff together.”

“Eurgh! That’s disgusting.” Finn gagged. “I would never. You’re my brother.”

“I know, Min. I wouldn’t either. What I feel for you is different from what I feel for James. But both are equally… I don’t know. I love you both. But I suppose there are three different types of love.”

“Three?” Min wondered.

“Yes, three. The love I have for you, the love I have for James and the love I have for Mum and Dad. All three feel different in their own way.”

“I suppose. I’m glad. I wouldn’t like to see you lie here like this with Mum or Dad?”

I laughed, “Not a chance.”

Mum and Dad had obviously gotten into bed because we started to hear the faint squeaks and moans they were making. As time went on, they got louder. Finn and I just listened. We didn’t talk. The thought of our parents having sex seemed to make my cock shrink, and it fell from Finn’s cheeks.

“They seem to be having sex more often,” I commented.

“I know. I’m glad.” Finn said.

“Why?” I didn’t understand why he was happy to lie here listening to our parents having sex. I was embarrassed. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to imagine it.

“Because they seem so much happier. Haven’t you noticed, Max? They’ve changed. Mum smiles more often and is more touchy-feelie. Dad actually talks to us about things below the waist. You just need to get used to people doing it. I wonder if Marc has heard you and James going at it?”

“I hope not!” I shivered at the thought of James’ brother listening at his bedroom door as we sucked each other.

“We’re moving to Cockaigne, Max. You’d better get used to seeing and hearing people have sex.”

“I know, Min. I know. I’m okay with it. But it’s still strange to listen to Mum and Dad doing it. Especially after years and years of them denying sex existed.” I chuckled.

We heard our Dad groan and then silence. “I think Dad has just cum, Min.”

“He’ll be going to sleep happy then.”

I smiled, and I thought about the last time I came into James’ mouth. My cock lurched and fluffed up.

“Max?” Finn said softly. “Will you put your cock back?”

I reached for my cock. It was only half-hard. I adjusted it until it was in the cleft of Finn’s buttocks. Finn sighed when he felt my fleshy shaft between his cheeks.

“I love you, Max,” Finn whispered.

“I love you, Min.”

 

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