Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood

“Damn,already wanting seconds.” He joked after they kissed for a bit. He loved kissing the guy, but he really couldn’t kiss properly. What he really wanted was a bath and maybe ice cream and maybe a back massage because despite that this was not the craziest position, it was still tiring to be in such position for long. It was why he hated Copper in his mind as the guy got up like it was nothing while here he was with a numb ass, a sore back and thighs and barely coherent thoughts. “We do…but don’t you want to rest for like five minutes first?” He asked.

  “Non taken,” he replied as he lean backwards and looked at the male and listened to them. “That’s why you are here, to get you to a place where you don’t need to come to therapy but I do understand the way you are feeling,” he added in a calm voice. “One way to think about therapy as a way to put things in perspective.” 

He didn’t know the science behind this, but he loved it when Copper reached his own end seconds after. It always extended his orgasm for a few seconds. It was like the second orgasm after jerking off. Everybody knows the second one is always better. Fer only opened his eyes again when he felt himself calming down. He was still panting and dazed and tired. He barely even kissed back when Copper came back. He just chuckled and patted the other’s back. “Good job there top.” He joked. “It was incredible. I’m glad that you agree.” He told him and exhaled carefully. “Problem will be now…a shower”

Jean licked Copper’s length. “Close?” Jean asked with a smirk. Jean groped Copper’s butt and teased the man’s entrance with his middle fingers. Jean bobbed his head giving Copper a blow job.

“Fantastic, and I am sure you are a great writer so this will be a treat,” he sung happily. “Did you go anywhere for university? Not that it is a prerequisite, I mean anyone can take up writing. But I liked studying literature, and I think a lot of writers feel it very enlightening to do something like that, for edification purposes.” He was being somewhat conversational, but there was no part of it that wasn’t genuine– He wanted to be friends with Copper badly,and he didn’t know any other way to get there except to talk a lot. “I went to NYU myself, for four years. I liked it, and the city was awesome for a time, but it is quite draining and I find Chicago a little more refreshing and the university here is great!”

“I’m terrified of spiders so rest assured that I won’t be getting a spider. I, however, would also like a guinea pig. And a giraffe. But I’ll settle for a stuffed toy or the zoo for the latter.” Gabriel was obviously a big fan of animals– he was fascinated by them. He loved going to zoos just to see them too, but he’s never had the chance to go to the one here yet. “Ah. Not too long then. The same goes for me though. Slowly getting there.” He would never admit that Boystown was more welcoming to him than his own home back in Madrid though. “Yes. Soon. It’ll be the best day ever, if I can say so now. I can’t wait to see all the fur babies.”

Gabriel saw the blush on Copper’s cheeks and found the other man more adorable. If that was even possible. He didn’t know what had caused it but he hoped to see it more on his friend. “I asked if I could have a cat first and the super said yes. She told me it was okay to have any pets in the apartment as long as they’re not disturbing other tenants.” It was a great place, and he was relieved that the museum he worked for in Spain took care of that. Taking another slice of his pizza, he turned back to Copper when he mentioned moving to Boystown. “How long have you been in Boystown?” He asked, curious to know and nothing more, before taking a bite out of his pizza. “I’d love that! I’ve been meaning to ask a friend to go with me but now I have you. Let’s do it!”

Relaxing on the couch with his little brother was almost just enough to make him feel like things were finally back on track. Just enough nostalgia for him to finally catch his breath. Of course, things were far from over. So far from over. But for Aris, it felt like the largest part of it had come to pass; there was still the matter of his monster behind all of this but…he’d leave that for another day. Today had already been enough of an emotional roller coaster and he’d hate to press Copper more. 

“No,” he starts gently “I didn’t even tell Ryan. All I said to him was that I had an address and I was going. The only ones who know are myself and the PI and any PI who would crack under the attentions of a lunatic is one that wouldn’t have been in the business as long as he has…he’s had some…high profile clients,” a grimace but he doesn’t elaborate simply gives his brother another warm smile “I promise.”

That wasn’t his place to comment on, not really; there was still a very real part of him that carried some guilt over forcing himself back into Copper’s life. And while he knew their family would respect his wishes…he also knew all too well how worried they are. “…If you’re still not comfortable letting them know…you could just let them know that I’m here with you–I’m sure that alone will help alleviate some of the stress.”

He half twists on the couch to start to finally shrug out of his coat now that they were seated here playing catchup. Now that the initial heated moments had passed. He leaves it folded atop the arm of his side of the couch, a crooked grin tossed Copper’s way as he speaks “Hey I’m glad you’re finally letting yourself enjoy your youth,” he couldn’t exactly relate what with the whole…one guy for the past near decade kinda thing “I don’t know if I’m cut out for similar adventures but then again…I’ve never tried,” a shrug “Guess I won’t know until I try right?”

Did he want to try? 

He still wasn’t sure. The easiest way for someone to get over a breakup was to find comfort in the bed of another, or so he read. But he never thought he’d have to take up that kind of advice. His smile falters and he sighs, glancing forward as one hand rubs at his jaw “Either way…if I decide to move on I guess there’s no better place to do so than here, huh?”

There was always the numerous dating apps he knew of in passing, but he’d never dabbled. Hell the breakup was barely twelve hours old and he was already thinking about his future conquests? He felt sick. Pinching the bridge of his nose he lets out a measured breath, then another. 

And then Copper is offering to open his door up to him?

He drops his hand and casts a surprised look his way. “That’s…very generous of you Cop but I’d hate to intrude,” more so than I already have anyway “Though…I’d love a place to crash while I apartment hunt at the very least…think Brooks will let that fly?”

Aris had no qualms about sharing a space with his brother, they’d lived in the same house for most of their life up until the fire so it would hardly be anything new. Still, he was too hung up on having mostly his own space; having largely moved in with Ryan years ago while his dads always promised to have a space at him should he ever need it. At least he never truly had dire need of it before it went up in flames. “For now though? How do you feel about getting some grub?” he claps his hands “Show me your favourite restaurants? I’m sure this place has a lot of hip and tasteful little joints just begging for my patronage.” 

Although Copper was starting to feel better about all of this and found that for the most part, he was really glad that his brother was here, he still felt guilty about a lot of things.  For one, seeing Aris in person was a reminder of just how badly he’d hurt his family and friends when he’d left without a word.  It was something Copper knew, but he’d blocked it out of his mind.  However, it was difficult to do that with Aris right here.  But Copper knew he didn’t deserve to suppress that feeling.  Maybe Copper had left for their own good - and he still believed that to be the case - but he was realizing that the way he’d done it might not have been best.  And to add to that guilt, Copper felt sick when Aris mentioned Ryan again, knowing that he’d destroyed a strong relationship.  The entire family had liked Ryan, and now that was done, though there was a part of Copper that didn’t like the fact that Ryan had given his brother an ultimatum, especially one involving Aris’s own brother.  Maybe he wasn’t as good of a guy as the family had thought.  Or maybe that was just something Copper was thinking now to make himself feel better about the life he’d shattered, the life that had until very recently been shared by Aris and his boyfriend.

But Copper was too emotionally drained to think about that anymore today - this conversation had taken a lot out of him.  He was glad when Aris told him the circumstances of how he’d found him, how no one except Aris and the detective knew the address.  “I hope he destroyed any physical evidence of where I am,” Copper stated.  Then he asked, “Do you think...you could ask him to do that?”  He had visions then of Derek breaking into the PI’s office and finding his file on Copper, on finding where his obsession had escaped to.  “And maybe we should give him a picture of Derek in case he tries to hire him too.”  Then Copper sighed, realizing, “I guess it doesn’t matter though.  He could just hire a different one.  I mean, if you found me that way, who’s to say he couldn’t either?  I...I thought I covered my tracks better.”  Copper felt that familiar unease, trying to remember how long ago he’d started feeling that way about Derek.  It hadn’t been right away, but he thought it had been by his sophomore year at Brown, a feeling that had only blossomed as the years had gone by.  Would that feeling ever go away?  It wasn’t likely, not until Derek was caught, if that ever happened.  The police hadn’t really taken his claims seriously until the incident on his birthday, not in Portland or Providence, so the file on Derek was hopelessly slim.  If Derek really wanted to remain hidden, Copper thought that he could.

Realizing he had been in a bit of a daze, Copper snapped back to reality, apologizing, “Sorry, Aris...got stuck in my head a little bit there,” smiling sheepishly at his brother.  It was something he’d always done, but usually it was while thinking about some new story he wanted to work on.  Somehow Copper’s life had become the story though, something you might see on a Lifetime movie of the week, something called like Fatal Obsession or something.  Maybe one day if this ever blew over - one day far in the future - Copper would use what he’d been through to write a book about something of that nature, but he wasn’t sure if he would ever get to that point, even if Derek was caught soon.  “Maybe we should just start by telling them you’re with me,” Copper decided.  “I’ll think about telling them where I am, and in the meantime, I’ll try to keep in better touch with them and my friends back home.”  If this ever blew over and he could return to Maine, Copper wanted the people he’d left behind to still love him; he knew his family would, but would his friends?

Laughing, Copper repeated, “Enjoying my youth?  Is that what I’m doing?”  But he knew that Aris was right.  “Lately I’ve been trying to reel it in, but it’s difficult,” he went on, thinking of the other day at the gym with his trainer.  He’d stopped himself short of going all the way, which he thought was progress.  “I’m being smart about it though, so don’t worry,” he reassured Aris.  Patting his big brother on the shoulder, Copper told him, “You don’t have to decide right now.  A lot has been happening.  Maybe just take time for yourself, or go out and meet people without any expectations, see where that goes.  Just go at whatever pace feels comfortable.”

“Honey, you think it’s not cute but it really was. I would’ve done the same thing had I been really hungry.” Gabriel has probably done this before in Spain so it wasn’t such a new thing to him. It wasn’t Copper’s finest moments but it was still adorable. He continued eating his pizza, trying to figure out the difference with the other pizzas– he couldn’t though because all pizzas were delicious to him. “That was one of the first things I asked, actually. And yes, I wanna get a pet. One dog and a cat, probably.”

Jean smirked before kneeling. Jean groped Copper’s butt while licking the man’s shaft. “Your turn,” Jean commented with a smirk before starting to suck Copper’s dick.

Pretty much the environment turned black and all that was on focus was the sounds that were being share between him and Copper. Whether is the sound of breathing or groans or moans. It was all that was present. Even when Copper pulled back, such a thing wouldn’t disappear. It was only until pleasure became too much that Fer squeezed his eyes and curled his toes. “Copper f-fuck!” He let out before before he started to shoot rope after rope of cum, making a mess in between them. He jerked and his back arched slightly as he rode his orgasms with loud groans and moans.

Jean kept stroking his dick with Copper’s cheeks. Jean groped and kneaded Copper’s butt. Jean moaned and covered Copper’s back and butt in jizz. “Stand up and turn around,” Jean said with a smirk, giving Copper’s butt a firm but soft smack.