Free Fiction Friday: Jealousy, Part 18

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

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Kane stared at Ian’s bowed, shaking back. He wanted to chase the damned Jeep down and punch them. Both of them. He was pissed at Kenji for not even listening, but he’d deal with his own boyfriend later. He was more pissed at Hayden and wanted to shake the guy and make him listen.

But for one thing, he had a feeling Hayden simply wouldn’t hear anything, at least not yet.

And for another, Kane had a bigger problem, in the form of a hurting best friend. Which only made him want to punch Hayden more. Visions of black and blue eyes and bloody noses flashed through his head, but he forcibly shoved them aside.

He approached Ian carefully and squatted next to him. “Ian?” He reached a hand out and laid his fingertips lightly on Ian’s shoulder.

Ian spun as if he’d been released from someone’s hold and launched himself at Kane. He wrapped his arms around his best friend, hiding his face in Kane’s stomach. Kane hugged him, stunned and at a loss for what to do.

Ian was always the one there for him, comforting him. Ian always held and soothed, not the other way around. Kane had no idea how to handle this.

“How could he?” Ian asked into Kane’s stomach. “He wouldn’t even talk! He wouldn’t listen!” Ian hiccoughed, his body shuddering harder. “And why did he have to tell me he loved me? Why?” The shuddering increased and turned into trembling.

Kane simply held Ian, letting him rant and cry, running both hands over Ian’s back. He noticed his own hands were shaking, but he didn’t know if it was in rage, hurt or a combination of the two.

He glanced out the door and saw the neighborhood gossip staring into the house. “Come on, Ian, let’s not do this here,” he said quietly and stood, pulling his friend with him. Ian followed docilely, tears still streaking down his face.

Their mom stepped out from the kitchen, a frown on her face. “Can I do anything?”

Kane shook his head. “Not now, Mom, thanks,” he replied, his voice low. She nodded and he steered Ian back down the hall and into their room. He got his friend across the room then pulled Ian onto the bunk with him. Ian curled into him, head to Kane’s chest, tears wetting the bare skin. Kane yanked the blanket up over them, wrapped his arms around Ian and just held on.

He made quiet soothing noises, nonsense sounds, and smoothed a lock russet hair out of Ian’s wet face. He dropped light kisses on Ian’s temple and head, doing the things Ian used to do to him to help calm him down after his nightmares.

He had no idea how long they lay there, but eventually, Ian’s shaking stopped and he lay still and quiet in Kane’s arms. “He’s a bastard,” Ian’s low, miserable voice was rough.
“Yes,” Kane whispered, running his hand over Ian’s hair again.

“He wouldn’t even listen,” Ian grumbled, a hiccup escaping.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Kane agreed, his arms tightening a tiny bit.

Ian looked up finally, his tear-stained face only making Kane that much more frustrated. If they’d done something, that would have been one thing, then Hayden and Kenji would have been right to be pissed. But they hadn’t, not that Kane hadn’t thought about having sex with Ian. He could admit that he wanted his friend, would happily have done way more than they ever had before. But that was before they had boyfriends.

No, they hadn’t done anything. They’d both done nothing but sleep. They’d been very good about that and that’s what pissed Kane off more than anything.

Kane shoved his own anger into a box to deal with later. He leaned down and kissed Ian gently on his forehead and cheeks, wiping the tears away the best he could. “He doesn’t deserve you,” Kane said fiercely and it made Ian smile.

“Thanks,” Ian said, sniffling and looked up at his best friend again. Kane leaned in and dropped a light kiss on Ian’s lips. Kane didn’t register when it shifted right into a not-so-light kiss, their lips opening and tongues tasting and sliding, mutually needy.

 

They pulled back from the kiss, their breathing erratic and hearts pounding. They stared at each other, Kane’s expression unreadable. Ian swallowed hard and curled back into Kane, tucking his head under Kane’s chin. He wondered that he never seemed to be able to resist Kane, that he was always tempted by his best friend. No matter what it was, he had to consciously think and force himself to pull back. He tried not to think about it, tried to just concentrate on what had happened that morning.

He should have told Hayden before this, should have said something instead of letting him find out the way that he did. But it wasn’t his place to explain what Kane’s nightmares were, and he didn’t know how he’d make clear just how bad they were without giving it all away.

It didn’t matter now; Hayden didn’t want to see him anymore. Another sharp pain lanced through him near physical in its intensity and he bit down on his lip, trying to ignore it as more annoying tears spilled down his cheeks.

Kane rubbed his back again and he closed his eyes concentrating simply on that, on the feel of Kane’s palms on his skin. He couldn’t believe how much this hurt. He’d only been going out with Hayden for just over a week. You’ve liked him for a lot longer than that, he reminded himself.

And then there was the fact that Hayden was the first person he’d done anything sexual with besides Kane. He swallowed hard and looked back up into the face of his best friend as the thought slid into his brain. His best friend. Kane. The one that had been there for him through everything. Befriended him, defended him, protected him.

 

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Make sure to check out the rest of the stories from Free Fiction Friday!

 

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