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:

Nightmares and Waking Dreams (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 )
Homework Break (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 )

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. 😀

Read Part 1 here * Read Part 2 here * Read Part 3 here * Read Part 4 here

Read Part 5 here * Read Part 6 here  * Read Part 7 here * Read Part 8 here

Read Part 9 here * Read Part 10 here * Read Part 11 here * Read Part 12 here

Read Part 13 here * Read Part 14 here * Read Part 15 here * Read Part 16 here23

Read Part 17 here * Read Part 18 here * Read Part 19 here

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“Well, that… you slept together.”

Ian’s eyes widened as understanding sunk in. “Um, we do, but Mom that’s… all we do. Is sleep, that is.”

She stepped into the room cleared her throat then glanced down, her blush brightening. Kane’s boxers and his pajama pants were in a pile together right there next to the bed, very obviously having been dropped in a hurry. Ian’s eyes flew from their clothes to her face and back again.

“Oh,” she said, uncomfortably. “Well, um are… you… okay? Do… you guys want some pancakes or something?”

Ian was quite sure his face was bright red. “We’re, um, fine, Mom, really. We’ll be okay.” He glanced over his shoulder at Kane, who nodded.

“Really, we will be,” Kane assured her. His hand tightened on Ian’s hip under the blanket in reassurance. Ian could still feel Kane’s hard cock in the small space between his legs, felt it twitch when he shifted uncomfortably from the conversation. “But, if it would make you feel better we won’t turn down the pancakes.”

She threw a grateful smile at Kane. “I… think I’ll go get those started. About, um, twenty minutes, okay?” she asked, sidling out of the room.

“Okay.” Ian nodded and their mom escaped, pulling the door tightly closed behind her.

They lay there without moving for a couple of minutes, both of them a little stunned. Kane eased back and Ian rolled onto his back. “Um…” Ian stared at the slats of his bunk. He was actually rather grateful that his erection had started to wane. He glanced over at his friend. “Um… Mom thinks we have sex.” He blinked. “With each other.”

Kane shook his head. “I have no idea what to say to that.”

“Me, either. Especially since we… almost did.” Ian swallowed hard and turned his attention back to the bunk.

“For the record, if she hadn’t interrupted us, we’d probably be in the middle of it right now.” Kane pointed out.

“Kane!” Ian groaned, covering his face.

“What?” Kane asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

Ian sighed and dropped his hands, looking over at his friend. “You’re right. You’re right. You’re just so…” He shook his head, letting the comment drop. He took a deep breath and blew it out.

“I guess since we’re not going to have sex, we should get up and shower and stuff before the pancakes,” Kane said his own sigh coming out with a note of disappointment laced through it.

Ian closed his eyes a moment, trying to get a grip on his sanity. It was still on vacation somewhere, and obviously unwilling to answer its phone. He gave up and pulled the blanket aside, rolling out of the bunk.

He snatched his pants off the floor and stood with them a moment, staring at himself in the mirror on the wall over their dresser. Thoughts of Hayden crashed into him hard and he fought the need to curl into a ball again. He didn’t realize he was gripping the fabric in his hands hard enough to tear it until Kane came up behind him and pried it out of his hands.

His friend wrapped strong arms around him and just held. He had no idea how Kane knew what was going through his head, no idea how his friend understood so well. He was just glad for it. He turned around in Kane’s arms and rested his head on the other boy’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around Kane’s waist and burying his face in his friend’s neck. “Bastard,” he muttered.

“I know, Ian, I know,” Kane crooned quietly. He placed more soft kisses on Ian’s temple. “Doesn’t deserve you,” he said again.

Ian took one long shuddering breath. “Thank you,” he whispered and Kane let him go.

“Take the first shower,” he said and pushed Ian toward the door.

Ian smiled gratefully at the gesture – they were always fighting over the lion’s share of the hot water, and headed to the bathroom. He stood under the hot spray for just a minute and let the water clear some of the cobwebs.

He was a little glad he and Kane hadn’t managed to go through with it. He needed to try to talk to Hayden yet. He needed to explain what had happened so Hayden knew what was really going on.
If he still didn’t understand or still didn’t want to be around, well, then Ian would deal with that, then. But Ian had to try.

He felt like, if he was going to be dumped, it should at least be for the right reasons.

He shut the water off and hoped Kane would have enough for his then scrambled to dress quickly. When he got out to the kitchen, his mom gave him a look and he sighed. “I feel like a broken record saying this. It’s not what you think.”

“I don’t know that I want to know, Ian,” his mom said, shaking her head.

Ian stepped up to the stove and put a hand on his mom’s arm. “Look, I was just thinking about this in the shower in regard to Hayden. If you’re going to think something, you should at least think the right thing, then you can be disappointed or not. Kane and I haven’t had sex. Ever.” He patently ignored the little voice that reminded him they almost did. Almost only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades of which this was neither. “We sleep in the same bunk because of Kane’s nightmares.”

His mom turned from the pan and looked at him. “Oh, I didn’t realize he still had them.”

“He doesn’t. Most of the time. Because I’m on his bunk. But we sleep.” He left off the fact that before they had boyfriends, they sometimes did other things. He also shied away from the second reminder in as many minutes of what almost happened.

She sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s not really any of my business.” She flipped a couple of the flat discs. “I really don’t want to get into that part of your business—” She glanced up at him. “—except to make sure you’re safe. But…I’m… glad to know about the nightmares and sleeping. If things work out with Hayden, I’d hate to cause the kind of thing again like I did this morning.”

“I… I should have told him, Mom. In fact, I’m still going to try. If he’ll talk to me. I hope so.” He swallowed hard.

She nodded. “Good. Why don’t you try him now?”

Ian considered it a moment and shrugged. “Yeah, worth a try.” He approached the cordless phone on the wall and picked it up. Glancing at his mom who had gone back to flipping pancakes, he dialed the number and held the receiver up to listen.

He didn’t realize how tightly he was holding it until he felt the plastic dig into his fingers. He didn’t realize how badly he was pressing it into his face until he felt the pain on his jaw and ear. He forced himself to relax and counted the rings. On the fourth ring, a feminine voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hi. Mrs. Green?”

“Yes?” she replied, cautiously.

“Hi. Um, this is Ian. Um, Ian Kelley, I’m calling for Hayden. Is… Is he there?” Ian did not like the tremor in his voice.

“OH! Hi, Ian. Just a minute, let me see if he’s back yet.” The questions in her voice were obvious, but left unasked, which Ian appreciated. He imagined she knew that they were supposed to be spending the day together. He heard her set the receiver down, could vaguely hear raised voices in the background, then the receiver picking up. “I’m sorry, he’s not back yet,” she said, the lie obvious in her voice.

He cleared his throat and forced out a “thank you, I’ll try back later” before hanging up without a reply from her.

Hayden was avoiding him. As he thought about it, Ian knew that would happen, but it didn’t hurt any less.

He swallowed the tears and took a seat at the table to wait for the pancakes. It was going to be a long day.


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