Hello and welcome back to Free Fiction Friday! We’re back to the prequels to Turning His Life Around! There are seven parts to this one, called Jealousy, and five more short stories after this one. Yay! 🙂
Please remember that the guys are technically underage in these. Any sex is fairly tame (described, yes, but tame) until much later in the series.
If you haven’t read Turning yet, you might consider checking it out. These stories make a lot more sense if you’ve read it first. These should also be read in order:
I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think. I always love to hear from my readers. 😀
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Kane didn’t wait to see Hayden go back to his Jeep or drive away. He stepped away from the window and went back to his bunk. He rolled onto his side, facing the wall, his back to the room. He had no idea why it bothered him to see Ian kissing someone else, but the feelings that had stormed through him when he’d seen them lean in had really messed with him.
When Ian came into the room and heard the quiet, “Kane,” he ignored it. Hopefully, Ian would think he was asleep. He wasn’t sure what would be on his face right at that moment and he didn’t want to upset Ian. At least until he figured out what was wrong himself.
He followed the sounds of Ian undressing and changing into his pajama bottoms, then the movement of the bunk as he crawled into his own bed. Kane resisted the urge to sigh and instead pulled the blanket tighter around himself. It was a long time later before he fell asleep.
Ian lay in the quiet room, his mind going a million different directions. He had a boyfriend! He was dating.
And he felt terrible.
Kane didn’t have one, that’s what he told himself. It was just that he didn’t want to see Kane alone. That was all. He felt bad because there was someone else, now, that would want his attention.
The patterns of shadow and light moved across the ceiling from the street lamps and traffic on the road and he stared at them, though they didn’t register. The trees that stood just outside his window moved in the slight breeze and made interesting shapes, but Ian didn’t see any of them.
He saw Hayden’s face and Kane’s face. They kept switching places, his best friend turning into his boyfriend and vice versa. He fell into a fitful, uneasy sleep plagued by odd dreams.
The whimpering leaked through his dreams again. Another dream where he couldn’t reach Kane, couldn’t touch, couldn’t comfort him. This time, there was something keeping Ian back. Hands were holding him, strong ones.
And the frustrating thing was that they were hands he wanted on him. Hands he wanted to feel, except for the fact that they were keeping him from Kane. He tried to call out to Kane, tried to tell him it would be okay, but no sound came out.
He sat bolt upright again, and yet again struggled to surface from the dream. His breathing was harsh, loud pants filling the silent bedroom and he looked around in confusion until the room righted itself and normalcy once again became obvious.
His and Kane’s bedroom. Their bunk beds.
Another whimper floated up to him and he realized what was going on. He took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart. The whimpering came again and he slid off of his bunk, landing on Kane’s. He leaned forward, shaking his friend’s shoulder. “Kane.”
Kane didn’t move and Ian shook him again. When Kane didn’t react for the second time, Ian frowned and stretched out along his friend, wrapping his arms around him. “Kane,” he said, into his friend’s ear and Kane rolled over, grabbing Ian, arms tight around Ian’s waist. Kane snuggled into him and, despite himself, Ian found he was having the same problem he’d been having anytime Kane curled up with him.
He got hard. Again.
Ian suppressed the sigh when Kane tangled his legs with Ian’s and pulled them tight together. As had happened before, Kane was just as hard as Ian was and their arousals brushed again. Ian’s eyes closed on a quiet moan and he gritted his teeth to hold in the sounds.
Kane rocked into him once more and Ian’s moan got louder. Then Kane’s mouth was on him, hiding the moans. One hand trailed down Ian’s back to cup his ass and pull him tighter into Kane’s body. A tongue slid along his and Ian nearly lost himself.
Then he remembered. Hayden.
He had a boyfriend now! He couldn’t do these things with Kane! He pulled back from the kiss and stilled. “Kane.”
There was no answer at first, then a sigh. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”
“Kane… he’s my boyfriend,” Ian whispered miserably. “I’m sorry.”
“Then why’d you bother coming down here?” Kane asked, grumpily.
Ian swallowed. “Because I’m not going to let you go through those nightmares, Kane. You’re still my best friend. I still want to help you.”
There was another long silence. “I’m fine now. You can go back to your own bunk.”
Except Ian knew it didn’t work that way. If he went back to his bunk, the nightmares would just start back up again. Fuck. Now what? What could he do? As he thought it over, though, he knew he couldn’t leave Kane to the nightmares just because he had a boyfriend now. He prayed that either Hayden would never know or he’d understand. “I can stay here to help you, Kane, I just can’t do that.”
The hand on his ass flexed then slid back up to his waist. It hovered on Ian’s side, just above his hip then slid to the center of his back and the arm squeezed in a comfort-seeking hug. Ian relaxed and tightened his own arms around Kane. “I’m sorry…” he whispered miserably.
“Don’t.” The single word tore Ian’s heart. He swallowed hard and nodded, hoping Kane could understand the movement.
The arm disappeared briefly to pull the blanket over them. Kane tucked it around Ian and then he wrapped his arm back around his friend.
And despite the ignored arousal, despite their quiet misery, they both fell asleep shortly thereafter.
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