Paul figured that maybe Colby would want to eat later, so he grabbed a big bag of chips for them and a couple sodas to take up to his room. He called out for his mom to see if she was home or not, though he was pretty sure she'd already left. He had some homework to do, but this was a special occasion and it could wait. Normally, Paul would never put off homework, but for Colby's attention he'd do pretty much anything. He motioned for Colby to follow him upstairs and when they got to his room, he made a little 'ta-da' motion as he set down the snacks on his desk. The room itself was quite small, but neatly organized. He had a nice stereo, and a record player as well with a whole shelf of old vinyl albums. "I-I always wanted to be a DJ, b-b-but I don't think anyone w-w-would listen to me. Th-they'd get too-too-too frustrated with my voice."

"I don't think that there is anything wrong with your voice." Colby walked over to the vinyls and he let his fingers trace gently along the edges of them. He'd never had any vinyls and he really didn't listen to anything that Corbin didn't want to listen to. "Out of all of these which ones are your favorite? Which one do you like the best?"

"Y-you don't?" He wondered if Colby even noticed his stutter. He seemed like the type of boy who just wouldn't comprehend a difference like that. Or maybe he was just being nice. "Some p-people can't understand me. Actually, when I-I-I'm around you it's harder t-to talk straight." He allowed his attention to be turned quickly to the records, and he went straight to one at the top. They were well organized. "Run DMC, R-raising Hell." It was a little cheesy, but it was one of the most definitive hip hop albums ever. "A-and The Doors, Strange D-days."

"Can we listen to that one?" He didn't notice the stutter, or maybe he just didn't care. As it was, he just thought it was how Paul talked and he really didn't mind that at all. "I can understand you just fine." he walked over to sit down on the end of Paul's bed.

"We can listen t-to both!" He was eager to share these two albums with Colby and was thrilled that the other boy had asked which were his favorite. To think that Colby might even be interested in something like that sent him reeling with happiness. He opened the plastic cover to the record player and took the first record out with care. "Run DMC first, b-because I think you'll like The D-d-doors better."

"All right, Run DMC first then." Colby settled back on the bed, laying flat with his legs hanging over the edge as he waited for Paul to put the music on. He'd never hung out with anyone before, not without Corbin, and this was really pretty weird for him.

He set the needle onto the record and old school s hip hop filled the room. It was fairly loud, and the sound was good quality. His mom didn't spend much time nitpicking over how he spent the money he earned at his job, so Paul had invested most of it in his music collection and equipment. He hesitated a moment before he sat down on the bed next to Colby.

Colby just stayed back on his back while he listened, not sure what he really thought of it. Corbin didn't listen to a lot of hip hop so he hadn't really ever been exposed to this type of music before but he supposed it wasn't so bad. After a few sounds he looked over at Paul, trying to see if he was enjoying it.

Paul was very much enjoying it, and he bopped a little, bouncing the bed with his movements. When he saw Colby looking he stopped and laughed, gaze darting down to his lap. "It doesn't mm-make you want to move?"

"I don't know how to dance." he said honestly. Colby just shrugged and he sat up to look over at Paul. Part of him wondered if the boy's speech impediment was something that Corbin could cure. He wouldn't ever find out, but he couldn't help but be curious about it. "do you dance?"

"It d-doesn't really have to be-be dancing. Just move." He grinned and got up off the bed, reaching down to tug Colby up with him. Paul was pretty strong for his size, probably from all that stock boy work, and he easily lifted Colby off the bed. "To the beat," he offered, trying to show Colby what he meant by wriggling his hips back and forth in time to the music.

Really, Colby didn't really have a single clue as to what he was doing but he let his hips move like Paul's were a few times. "I don't really know what I am doing." He told him, unable to keep himself from laughing at the absurdity of it.

The laugh was thrilling and Paul's face lit up even moreso than usual. This was much better than a concert would have been because they were alone and he could bask in Colby's attention. "You're d-doing great," he said as he took one of Colby's hands and lifted up his arm so he could twirl around underneath it. "I-I like to hear you l-laugh. Y-y-you don't do it a lot."

"I guess there just isn't a lot of things that make me laugh is all." he shrugged his shoulders a little bit and he let Paul twirl beneath his arm. "you like to laugh though and you smile all the time."

He stopped twirling, but he didn't let go of Colby's hand. Instead, he let his fingers tangle with the other's. "A-are you happy? Even if you're n-not laughing?" He wanted to think that Colby was simply stoic rather than sad. The boy was so fascinating to him, dangerous, and handsome, and he wanted to pull him out of the shell. Surely all the other boy needed was a devoted friend.

"I don't know." Colby didn't know if he was happy or not. Sometimes he was, but sometimes it made him incredibly sad to know where he was with Corbin. "Sometimes I feel happy and then sometimes I just feel like this."

"Like this?" He frowned a little, face falling. "L-like right now?" Did that mean Colby wasn't happy right now? But Paul was trying so hard, and he thought things were going so well. Usually he could hide it, but that indifferent comment had caught him off guard.

"I just don't know what to feel right now, is all." Colby said as he looked up at Paul. "There are a lot of confusing thoughts going on, a lot of things to think about." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit and he sighed softly.

Maybe he was masochistic and that's why he was so infatuated with Colby. But hearing his confusion just made Paul want him more. "The Doors might help," he regained his smile and dropped Colby's hand to switch the records out. The rich, sober sounds of Jim Morrison seeped into the room and Paul turned back to see how Colby reacted to it.

Colby liked the doors a lot better and he turned to face Paul as he listened to it. He wasn't sure what to do with himself right then so he just held his hand out for Paul to come back and stand with him.

Paul obliged immediately, clasping Colby's hand again and stepping toward him. Instead of dancing, he just stood there, close. It was the slightest bit uncomfortable, but only because Colby's proximity did things to Paul. After a full song, Paul couldn't stand it anymore and he mustered up the courage to kiss Colby on the cheek, and then on the mouth, touching his fingertips to the other boy's cheek.

Colby kissed him back, letting his lips part as Paul's mouth brushed into his. He was excited for this, in a way, an sad as well. He'd never kissed anyone other than Corbin until Paul, he'd never hung out with anyone or done anything that wasn't with Corbin. So he was a little scared and a little frightened over what this would do to him and corbin.

Some negative part of Paul had expected Colby to pull away, but when he didn't, Paul increased the pressure. This was so perfect. One of his favorite albums, and his favorite person, all tangling into one happy experience. Tentatively, he let his tongue graze down against Colby's lower lip before he pulled back just enough to whisper. "I like you so much," he admitted and felt his heart thud harder when he didn't stammer at all. It was easier to talk against Colby's lips.

Colby didn't reply to that. Instead he just wrapped his arms around Paul's shoulders and he kissed him again, harder this time to let him know that it was all right. that all of this was okay. He started to back up a little, taking Paul with him as he moved back towards the bed.

At this point, Colby could ask Paul to take a flying leap off a tall building and the boy would do it. He'd do anything to make this real. He thought he was dreaming as Colby backed toward the bed. The harder kiss made him whimper and drop his hands to clutch onto Colby's hips.

When Colby got to the bed he sat back on it, pulling Paul down with him so that he didn't have to break the kiss. He let his knees hitch up as he moved farther down, guiding Paul until he was laying on top of him, their mouths never once parting the whole way down.

When Paul had suggested that they go back to his place, he'd imagined this. But he hadn't dared to hope that it would happen, even after Colby had kissed him in the stockroom. But now it was really happening and he was shaking with the build up of nervous energy. He didn't want to mess this up. One trembling hand found its way to the hem of Colby's shirt and slipped up beneath it, steadying once his fingertips touched skin.

It never crossed Colby's mind that Paul hadn't done this before. He and Corbin had been having sex since puberty, so this was just natural to him, even if it wasn't with his brother. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull off his shirt and then he went to tug Paul's off as well.

It was amping up quickly and Paul's nerves were almost too much to bear. But the shirts came off. Eager to please, he tried desperately to figure out what to do with his hands, but couldn't think of anything, so he let them rest on either side of Colby's body on the covers.

Colby lifted his hips, letting his rub into Paul's to give him some idea of what he should be doing with him. He rocked slowly into him, his hands sliding down Paul's back to his ass so he could pull him down tighter.

He let out a helpless squeak as he felt the pressure against his front. The squeak quickly turned into an unhindered moan, not knowing any better to reign the sound in and it felt better than anything he'd ever felt before. His legs parted just enough to straddle Colby's thighs and increase the friction. The feeling was loosening his lips and he smiled a little. "I--sometimes--I mean--I think about you w-wh-when I --when I--you know." It was almost incoherent, though it was easy to decipher what he meant.

"What do you think about when you think about me that way?" He wanted to know what liked to fantasize about because if it was possible he wanted to try and give him that fantasy. "Tell me what you like."

He was having a more and more difficult time forming complete sentences. But the fact that Colby seemed interested in him and what he wanted was putting him over the moon. "I th-think about your m-mm-mouth," he admitted and seemed a little ashamed of it. "On me."

"Yeah?" Colby asked, his hands sliding down Paul's stomach to the top of his pants so that he could unbuckle the belt. "Do you want me to suck you? I'll let you fuck me if you want, or I'll fuck you, whatever you want." He slid his hand down into the front of Paul's pants and he rubbed over the front of his boxers.

"Wh-whatever I want?" The possibilities were endless, and Paul wanted all of them. But he didn't think it was quite right to go all the way just yet. He desired more than just Colby's physical self and he didn't want Colby to think he was that kind of boy. But when Colby touched him, he was already hard from the movement of their hips and the crush of their mouths. "I r-really like it when you t-talk like tha-that."

Colby let his fingers brush down the length of Paul's cock, epxloring him through the fabric because he felt so much different from Corbin. "You can put it in me." he whispered to him, his mouth hovering over Paul's. "I think you'll like it, you'll like the way I feel."

Paul whimpered. Colby had ridiculous amounts of power over him and all of the elements of the moment were coming together to break down his resolve. His hips bucked forward, beckoned by Colby's hand. "Just--" his voice was reedy, barely there. His own hand went down to press over Colby's, making the touch more intense. "J-just keep touching me like th-that. Please? Just like th-that."

Colby did as he asked and he kept his hand moving against Paul's cock. It was sort of becoming obvious that Paul hadn't done this often, so he let his fingers rub slowly, not wanting to make this end too fast. "Does it feel good.?"

He couldn't answer that question with words and so he just nodded, head practically rattling off his neck with its fervor. He didn't want this to stop, but he realized that he wasn't going to last very long. He made the mistake of glancing down at Colby's hand inside his pants and he lifted his gaze immediately with surprise at how much that added to the sensation.

Colby pushed his boxers down a little bit and he slipped his hand into the front of them so that he could wrap his hand around Paul's cock without anything between them. He was slower this time, letting his hand slide all the way up and then down his length again.

Paul could think of nothing else but to kiss Colby and whimper into his mouth. He didn't know enough to return the favor just yet, Cobly's hand gathering up all of his attention and function. The slowness was killing him, but he found that was probably a good idea.

Colby kept kissing him, his fingers stroking at such a slow pace. He pulled his hand away after a moment and cupped Paul's face in his hands so that he could kiss him back. This was so different, it felt so different but in a good way.

Paul was pretty sure that he couldn't go all the way, not tonight. But he wanted to. His whole body ached with the desire to take Colby up on his offer of fucking him. He bucked his hips up so the friction would keep going and finally had the courage to reach out and massage his hand awkwardly against Colby.

Colby lifted his hips rubbing against Paul's hand as best he could. He didn't care if he came in his pants, even if it was a little uncomfortable, he was used to the feeling. Corbin had liked to make it happen at work so he had entire shifts of discomfort.

Images of Colby underneath him, writhing, made Paul even harder, if that was possible, and he mewled as he felt Colby respond to his touch. He was far from skilled, but he made up for it in eagerness to please. "You're g-going to make me c-come, Colby," he squirmed.

"Good." That was what Colby wanted. He wanted Paul to get off and to know how good all of this felt. "Come for me, come on me."

Come 'on' him. That's what did Paul in. He couldn't help it, but the image of his come on Colby's clothes and skin made him cry out and he could feel himself erupt. It made him cling closer to the other boy as he came.

Colby's hand found Paul's cock again just as he orgasmed and he stroked him through it, milking the come out of him. It spilled onto Colby's stomach and his chest but he didn't mind one bit.

He couldn't believe how different it felt with another person, especially Colby of all people. But when he looked down and saw the mess he'd made, his cheeks went pink with humiliation. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, starting to back off so he could reach for his tshirt to clean it up with.

"It's all right." Colby let his fingers slide up through the sticky mess, smearing it more across his chest before he put his fingers in his mouth. He wanted to taste Paul and he thought that this might be his only chance.

Paul's face went stark as Colby sucked the come off his fingers and he felt as if he might be ready to go again. That sight would stay with him for a long long time. With a new found courage, Paul started to unfasten Colby's pants, wanting to get at what was inside. When he got them open, he tugged out the other boy's erection and cautiously bent down to lick at the tip, curious.

Colby's eyes fluttered shut as he licked the tip of him and he lifted his hips from the bed to try and encourage Paul to take it farther if he wanted to. "That's good." He told him, wanting him to know that it felt good.

The encouragement did worlds of good for Paul's confidence and after a moment, he took the cue from Colby and pressed his mouth farther down the length of him. His mouth was hot, but Colby's cock somehow seemed even warmer, thick against his tongue.

Colby couldn't remember the last time Corbin had gone down on him, so this was a nice change of pace. He sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly through his nose. "That feels so good. You don't have to go all the way down." he didn't want him to gag.

He appreciated how instructive and reassuring Colby was being. Listening to the boy's voice while he was doing this was somewhere beyond pleasure. He wanted to make Colby come, it was his only goal now. His hands smoothed up the other's stomach, all the way to his chest and then back down as he sucked.

Colby arched his body up carefully and he tried not to gag Paul but it felt so good and he just wanted to lose himself in Paul's mouth.

He pulled back just a little, then when he got his bearings, he took Colby even farther inside. What he couldn't take into his mouth, he wrapped his hand around, wanting to touch as much of the other boy as he could.

Colby moaned and he tightened up, unable to keep himself from coming when Paul went farther down onto him. "Fuck." he said softly.

It surprised him and he pulled back, the last bits of it catching across his lips and chin. He let his fingertips play over the warm liquid, tapping against it and staring at the way it stuck to his skin, drawing out in strings.

Colby sat up when he caught his breath and he licked the come off of his chin and his fingers. Once Paul was cleaned up he kissed him, a little more forcefully than he had before.

Picking up on the intensity, Paul let out a little groan in response, putting the flat of his palm against Colby's chest to feel his heartbeat. It was a sweet move, one that showed this wasn't just about sex to him.

Taking it out of the context of fucking was scary for Colby. His eyes went a little wide and then he forced this shut. His heart had been beating a little faster due to the physical exertion but having Paul's hand on him like that sped it up, making it race.

Pulling his hand away, he replaced it with his mouth, kissing that same spot. He thought it was pretty cool that he could be the reason Colby's heart sped up so much. The Doors still played in the background and Paul focused in on 'People are Strange.'

Colby tipped his head back and he closed his eyes even tighter. His fingers tangled into the sheets and he tried to just stay calm but he was starting to panic a little bit. This wasn't supposed to be more than sex.

There was a moment when Paul realized the tension beneath him wasn't just excitement and he lifted his head to look at Colby curiously. "Are y-you okay? Have you ever--I mean--have you e-ever done this be-before?"

"no." because this wasn't something he had done before. sex yes, but this wasn't sex, it was different. this was something else and he didn't know what to make of it just yet. "i'm fine."

He rested his head back down, cheek going to Colby's shoulder. His laugh was the smallest of sounds, breathy against Colby's neck. "I-it seemed like you m-might have."

colby kept his eyes shut and he just laid there, glad that Paul wasn't looking at his face anymore. He let out a soft sigh and then ran his hand through his curly hair. "Why?"

"Well, y-you were pretty calm up until th-this part," he noted fondly, not really catching the significance of it When Colby said he'd never done this before, he thought he meant sex at all.

"I know." He said softly as he looked up at him. Colby wasn't going to correct him about any of it becuase he knew they were speaking about two entirely different things.

Paul didn't understand, but it just added to Colby's mystery and that was a large part of the infatuation. So he just smiled and enjoyed the afterglow. In Paul's mind, this was the first of many experiences like this.

Colby kissed the side of his head and he laid there for a while, listening to the record. When it came time to turn it over he moved to sit up. "I should probably go home, I shouldn't be out too late."

He nodded, even though he wanted nothing more than for Colby to stay. His mom wouldn't be getting home until much later, but he understood if the other boy needed to go before that. He reached out and drew his fingers down Colby's bare arm, all the way down to his hands where he tangled their digits together for a couple seconds. "Okay."

"I'll see you at work, okay?" He said softly. Moving to sit up, he held onto Paul's hand for just a moment before pulling back from his grasp. He moved to stand up so he could get his shirt and to pull his pants back up.

Paul didn't move to help him, or to put another record on. He just watched, puppy eyes taking in every movement. "A-and maybe y-you can come over a-again?"

"Yeah, maybe." he smiled at him for just a moment before he grabbed his jacket. "I'll show myself out. I'll see you later." He needed to go home and to take a shower, though he didn't know if Corbin would be home or not.

Corbin was, indeed, home. Ash had come to see him, but he told him to go away. The man hadn't listened at first, but after Corbin told him what was going on, he'd left with a scheming sort of smirk on his lips that Corbin wanted to tear off. He was pacing, looking at the clock every now and again. It was later than he'd expected when Colby came through the front door.

Colby had walked back from Paul's house and he'd tried to think of a way to explain this to Corbin, but he didn't know any way other than to tell the truth if Corbin asked. When he came in he took off his coat and hung it up on the chair and then he planned to take a shower but he turned and found himself face to face with Corbin instead.

"Well?" He said. There was a mixture of lusty interest and panic on his face as he drug his gaze over his brother. "What happened? What is his house like? Did you kiss him some more?"

"His house was quiet and small and we listened to records and kissed more. And then we got off. I'd like to take a shower." Colby moved to step around him so that he could go to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Corbin was following him until got to the end and he laughed. "What was that last part? You got off?" He was almost certain Colby didn't actually mean what it sounded like he meant. Of course he ignored the part about the shower and blocked his path, letting his hand grope at the front of his brother's pants, kneeding against the cock beneath. "You didn't fuck him."

Colby sighed when Corbin touched him like that and his body instantly reacted. He pushed his hips forward and he leaned in so that his mouth was hovering just over Corbin's. "No, but I was going to let him fuck me." He wasn't sure if he was being cruel or not, but he was just telling the truth. "Instead he sucked me off, and I used my hand."

There was no way that little pipsqueak could do the things to Colby that Corbin could and he used his hand to prove it, touching Colby exactly right to send his brain into sex mode. He walked forward, shoving his brother against the front door, keeping his hand working through the fabric. "Did I fucking tell you to do that?"

Colby's shoulders struck the door and he just stared at his brother, trying to ignore the arousal as it it came to him. He shook his head, but didn't respond verbally because he didn't want to give Corbin the satisfaction of hearing how heavy his voice was.

His hungry mouth went to Colby's throat and he licked and bit against his flesh. "Then why did you do that?" He wanted an answer. All of his emotions were rushing up to the surface and foolishness was the strongest. He was stupid for making Colby kiss that boy because now he saw that there were other options. And now he was in the same position that Colby was with him, worrying that someone else would be just as good.

"Because I wanted to." Colby said, as if that was a simple enough explanation. "He wanted to, and you are the one that wanted me to spend time with him so I am spending time with him." And doing the only things he really knew how to do in the company of others.

He was angry. "Because you wanted to." The animosity in his voice was overpowering and he pulled away from Colby, taking all of his touch and sex with him.

Pushing forward away from the door he reached for Corbin. "Because you always have other people, you always have someone else who is omre interesting than me, and I wanted to see if i could have another person too."

Corbin dodged him, not allowing any contact to be made. "I don't fuck other people. I don't get off with other people." His voice was shaky, riddled through with his growing emotion. "I talk to them."

"You get tattoos with them, you take their money." he followed after him, trying to reach out for Corbin because he didn't like being denied the touch. "You create friendships and bonds and you try to replace me with them. I just let him touch me."

"How can I create friendships or bonds with other people when I'm always with you?" He yelled and stepped back too fast, stumbling stupidly over the corner of the couch and landing on the floor with a thud.

Colby stopped and he looked down at Corbin, his eyes full of pain because he was so upset and unsure of whta to even do at this point. He took a step back and then another, and then one more before he turned to go for the door.

"Don't you dare leave," Corbin said darkly even though his voice was trembling. "Don't."

"You'll be able to have friendships and other people if I'm not around. I know it is what you want. You always jump at the first person who tries to get closer to you, you are always so quick to forget me. Wouldn't it just be easier if I was gone, not standing in your way?"

Corbin stood up and grabbed his jacket. "You're the one who wanted to fuck around with Paul. I just told you to kiss him." And now that had backfired on him. Instead of letting Colby leave, he was going to do so. His game had come to a point where he wasn't in control anymore and it made him feel sick and like he was going to cry. He shrugged on his coat and pushed Colby out of the way so he could get to the door and walk out of it, slamming it behind him.

Colby just stood there, looking at the door. He didn't know what to do anymore. After a few minutes he went and took a shower and then he got in bed just to wait for Corbin to come back. He had to come back, right?

Corbin didn't come back very soon. It was well into the night before he snuck back into the house and crashed on the couch. Crash was probably the wrong word since he didn't sleep. Instead, he buried his face in his hands and cried as quietly as he could for what he'd started. He'd wanted to destroy Paul for even daring to like Colby like that. And eventually, he'd planned on telling Colby he should fuck him, but now Colby was on that path on his own volition and nothing had ever hurt so much.

Colby stayed in the bedroom, though he knew that Corbin had come home because he heard the front door open and then close again. He stayed curled up on his side, facing the wall. He knew he'd messed up, that this was completely wrong and it would probably never be right again.