Chapter 13: Revelations

Thanks to Jim for editing!

You gotta love the drive-in. Although, these days they don't seem anything like the old movies would lead you to believe. At least this particular theater wasn't.

There were more families there than lust-driven teenagers. Not including myself, of course. There were even a few older couples out with blankets and lawn chairs. It was another cold night, but not freezing, and something about the smell of popcorn laced with fresh air, an open sky and a huge glowing screen as your scenery does something to warm the spirits. Of course, having the hottest guy you know with you as company doesn't exactly hurt matters either.

When Aiden and I got there, I had a difficult time deciding where I wanted to park. The place wasn't exactly crowded, but I didn't want to park right in the middle of the lot. I was looking for privacy. It wasn't that I planned on becoming an exhibitionist, but it would be nice to be able to kiss Aiden somewhere where I didn't have to keep looking around to make sure no one saw us. After all, this was a public place, and I wasn't prepared to deal with any bad reactions that night.

It was Aiden who pointed out the perfect spot. It was towards the back of the lot, and dark enough because one of the lights had gone out. At least the place was secluded enough for us to concentrate on each other and not everyone else around us.

I parked so that the bed of my truck was facing the screen, and while Aiden set up the speakers I rolled out the sleeping bags I had brought, hoping to bring a little added comfort.

"This was a good idea," Aiden commented, as he walked around the truck to where I had the tailgate down."Where did you come up with it, anyway? I don't think I've been to one of these things since I was eight. My family used to come here on weekends."

"Tony actually suggested it," I explained."We used to come here, too." I reached down and took Aiden's hand, helping him up into the truck bed with me.

"That's funny," he said, shaking his head. "If you think about it, we could have been here at the same time. Maybe we've even seen each other before."

I smiled at the thoughtful expression on his face and pulled him to me, resting my forehead against his.

I smirked. "I think I would have remembered you."

Aiden grinned and wrapped his arms around my waist. We stood there for a second just looking at each other. We were in the middle of one of those awkward moments. You know the ones, when someone says something corny, like I just had, and no one really knows what to say after it. But then we burst out laughing and Aiden grabbed my hand, pulling away to sit down. He tugged me along next to him and together we pulled one of the sleeping bags over us to keep a little warmer.

I bunched up one of the bags behind our heads and we settled back, comfortably enough, and when Aiden snuggled up to me it felt so familiar, almost like it did when he ended up in my bed at night. I had to remind myself that it was all right to touch him, but his semi stiff member wedged up against my thigh was enough encouragement to make me comfortable.

For the next forty-five minutes or so we just talked about silly, random things: favorite colors, favorite foods, and any other little things that we thought we should get to know about each other. I think both of us were just trying to feel more comfortable with our newly discovered relationship. The first feature had started, but we had the sound on the speakers turned down low, and to be honest I don't think either of us could have told you what movie was actually playing.

We even talked about the last few weeks, how Aiden was annoyed with me for coming to his rescue with Dennis Gordon, and I told him the real reason why I did it. Considering Aiden had already come to the conclusion that my dad wasn't up for father of the year, I felt comfortable telling him my story. I even told him how I used to date girls as a cover and how I'd feel sick every time I'd agree with my father that someone he didn't like was a 'pansy assed faggot.' Aiden didn't ask too many questions; he just listened and let me tell him what I was comfortable with at the time. When I told him about the night in the family kitchen, I left out the reason why I had decided to come out to my parents. I wasn't really in the mood to get into a conversation about Dan.

But, I did tell him how my father reacted. I gave him the short version of the beating and my mother's strangely calm reaction to it. I told him how I ended up in the hospital and how I was reunited with my brothers.

Aiden didn't have the piteousreaction to my story the way that Adam did, and he didn't get angry like Chris. What he did do was snuggle closer to me, offering his silent support and asking unobtrusive questions every once in a while.

After that, our conversations turned to lighter topics as we discussed how we both felt about each other, Aiden's botched attempts to 'seduce' me, and my ignorance in the matter. Aiden seemed to think that this was all a lot more amusing than I did.

"I think I was attracted to you when I first saw you at school," Aiden admitted."I didn't have the guts to introduce myself, though. I probably would have if I had known you were the mysterious Dovan brother."

"Mysterious?" I laughed.

"Yeah. Everyone wanted to meet you a lot sooner," Aiden replied."But Tony and Chris both mentioned that you were going through some stuff, and they were so happy to have you back that no one wanted to intrude. We were all curious, though. I mean, most of us just wanted to know if you looked as good as your brothers. But, every family has at least one questionable member. I assumed that you must be the ugly brother, since you never showed your face. All of the pictures Tony and Chris had of you were older. You were a cute kid then... but you never know."

"Hey!" I said, laughing, ticking his ribs.

"I didn't say that I wasn't wrong," Aiden pointed out. "Which I was, by the way. You turned out to be the hot brother."

I was going to have to get used to Aiden making me blush, but in the meantime I just smiled and closed my eyes as he leaned forward and kissed me. I felt his tongue brush against my lips and I parted them, smiling to myself as Aiden's tongue swept in and I pulled him closer, more firmly against my chest, and lifted my knee trapping one of Aiden's legs between my thighs.

It would be pointless to deny the raging hard-on between my legs from being in such close contact with him for so long, but at the moment I was just enjoying the closeness. His nose felt cold as it brushed against my cheek and I lifted my arm, pulling the sleeping bag up until we were practically buried beneath it and using the warmth of our own bodies to fight off the chill.

When our lips parted I closed my eyes, not really feeling tired but feeling content enough to fall asleep with him right there. Aiden's soft kisses on my neck and his thigh pushing up between my legs and pressing against my erection was what pushed all ideas of a quick nap out of my mind.

I placed my hands on his back and slowly rubbed up and down, lifting the back of his shirt to reach his warm skin. He shivered a bit when the cold air hit him, but when I pulled him closer against me he pressed his own inflated cock against my thigh and settled down again.

"Aiden?" I said after a moment."Can I ask you something about Ryan?"

Aiden lifted his head from my shoulder and looked up at me, and I immediately missed his warm breath on my neck. He was giving me a knowing look, as if he could guess what I was going to ask, and he smiled.

Aiden smirked. "He's not gay. Ryan just says what he thinks, but you've probably already noticed that."

"Then the two of you have never..."

"No," Aiden replied."What I said before was true. His house gets cold at night, that's all. We kissed once, but that's it."

"You kissed him?" I asked incredulously.

"Jealous?" Aiden raised his eyebrow.

"As a matter of fact," I said, and then kissed his forehead. "I guess I'm just curious."

"Well, with Ryan it's complicated," Aiden said, shrugging."I mean, I met him around the same time that he found out Leo was gay, and he already knew Ben was gay... and then he found out that I was gay."

"He didn't take it well?" I asked.

"I wouldn't say that. I think he was just curious, I mean, finding out that three of your best friends are gay doesn't exactly happen every day. He said that he couldn't figure out why none of us were attracted to girls, and wondered if he was missing something. Anyway, we were hanging out over at his place one day after school and Ryan asked me to kiss him because he wanted to know if it was any different with a guy."

"And?" I asked.

"I kissed him," Aiden replied."It wasn't too bad--he was really nervous; and then afterwards he told me I was a good kisser but he liked kissing girls better. That was the end of it."

"Hmm," I hummed my response, thinking to myself and wondering who else Aiden had kissed.

"What?" he asked, when I didn't say anything else.

I smiled."Oh; sorry. I guess I was just thinking. You said you've been with other people and if it wasn't Ryan..."

Aiden laughed. "You thought Ryan was one of them?"

"I don't know," I admitted."I mean, up until this week I had convinced myself that there was no way you could be interested in other guys, let alone me. Now I'm just curious, I think."

"Well... Ryan and I had that one kiss, but I don't think that counted. There were four guys I would count, though--we did more than kissing. See, I met quite a few people through Ben and Leo. As soon as they came out at school, they made a point to get to know the gay community, you know? Anyway, they'd have these parties. The first guy I met actually goes to our school, but I can't give his name. We hooked up a few times and did some experimenting. I think that it was more of a good time than anything, because we were both young, horny virgins," he said matter-of-factly.

"Okay," I said, laughing.

"The next guy was one of Ben's friends," Aiden continued."We were actually a couple for a while, but that lasted a whole three weeks before I realized that he was coupling with someone else."

"Sorry." I grimaced, wondering how anyone could want more than just Aiden.

Aiden shrugged."It's fine. I was only fifteen then, anyway, and to be honest I was just getting used to being around other people like me. Leo and Ben were really the first gay couple I had ever met. Before them, it was just Tony... It was just around the time that I met your brothers when I began to deal with the feelings I was having for other guys. When I found out that Tony was just like me, it made it so much easier. Chris was even helpful with some things; if it wasn't for him, I never would have thought that so many people out there could accept me for who I am."

"I'm glad they were there for you, Aiden."

Aiden pulled back a little and gave me a sympathetic look.

"I wish they could have been there for you, too," he said.

I seemed to be getting that a lot. Every time someone said it, I felt so alone. It was ridiculous, because I wasn't alone anymore. And even when I was alone, I had had Dan. But still, when someone said it like that, I felt like I had been completely alone. I decided not to dwell on it and I smiled at Aiden again.

"Forget it," I insisted."Now come on, you still have two more of these guys to tell me about."

"Okay," Aiden said, smiling."The next one was Aaron. I met him at school, too. But he was so afraid of what his parents would think if they found out, that we were always sneaking around wherever we could. He ended up moving away a few months later and I never heard from him again. And then, there was Mike..."

I glanced down at Aiden and in the little light we had, I noticed a far-off look in his eyes. It wasn't necessarily a sad look, but he was definitely remembering something.

"Someone special?" I asked, wondering if Aiden had a 'Dan' of his own.

Aiden sighed. "Something like that. I met Mike last summer. He was older than me--nineteen. It was always weird with him, though; I mean, I learned a lot, and the sex was great... I guess I just didn't like the relationship that much, you know? He was out of high school and I was hardly a junior. We just didn't get along. I got sick of him treating me like his little brother and I think he wanted someone with more... experience."

Aiden looked like he was annoyed with his own memories for a moment, but then he smiled at me again and suddenly rolled over. I turned onto my back and adjusted as he settled his weight over me, bracing his hands next to my shoulders. I slid my legs apart and let his weight fall between them so that I could feel the bulge in his pants right next to mine.

"And then there's you..." he said.

"Me?" I smiled."And how did that work out?"

"I'll let you know."

I cupped the side of his face as he leaned down and kissed me. I didn't waste any time parting my lips and when Aiden's closed over mine I thrust my tongue up into his mouth. He released an audible sigh as his tongue pushed back against mine and I moved my hand up through his hair, releasing his ponytail and when his hair fell down and tickled my face I closed my eyes.

Aiden pressed his hips forward and the bulge in his pants suddenly felt larger than it had been before. My own erection had gone from hardly awake to dripping in a matter of minutes.

He pressed forward again, tightly trapping my cock in my jeans. I ran my hands down Aiden's back, gripping his ass and pulled him down and forward again, grinding up into him and lifting my knees, trapping his body between my legs.

Aiden responded by kissing me harder, pushing back my tongue and assaulting my mouth with his until I was forced to tilt my head back just to inhale air through my nostrils. But air didn't exactly feel like the most important thing at the moment.

I felt like I couldn't get enough of Aiden. I couldn't get enough of his tongue in my mouth, tasting, probing; or the faint scent of soap mixed with the unique, natural scent of Aiden; and his weight, resting on me, nearly cutting off my breathing and his cock pressing against mine.

It was painful through two layers of denim but I still felt like it wasn't enough, so when Aiden suddenly broke the kiss and lifted himself off of me I was left lying there, my lips still parted and my hands gripping into the globes of his ass, my eyes silently begging for more.

He blew a stand of hair out of his face as he looked down for a moment, regarding me in a way that I couldn't read. My eyes traveled from his face, down his chest to his very tented pants. For some reason I found myself randomly wondering if Aiden was wearing underwear.

And then I thought I should find out.

I moved my hands around in front of him, grazing his erection with my knuckles as I reached for his jeans; but once I got them unbuttoned Aiden gently pushed my hands away and leaned down to kiss me again, softer this time, the urgency from before seemed to have faded.

Not that I was complaining. I loved kissing him. It didn't matter how: soft, hard, fast, slow. I just loved kissing him. But that was the second time this week he'd pushed me away when I'd reached for him. And I've gotta tell you, it was enough to give a guy a complex.

I decided to go with what he wanted, though. I ran my hands down his back, over his ass and pulled his body closer to mine, but when I deepened the kiss Aiden pulled back again. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong, but when I tilted my head back and looked at him, he was smiling. It wasn't just a smile though, more like a smirk.

He was teasing me.

I grinned up at him and relaxed, and this time as he leaned down, I was the one who pulled back. Aiden softly chuckled against my mouth as more of his weight sank down on me. He licked my bottom lip before gently tugging with his teeth, and then I lifted my head, attacking his mouth with mine again.

I worked one of my hands between our bodies and he lifted his hips a little as I reached his zipper and carefully tugged it down. I moved my hands back to his back, moving down until my fingers slipped into the back of his pants and I discovered that he was in fact, not wearing underwear.

The idea of Aiden in his underwear turned me on. I think you can guess what the idea of Aiden in no underwear did to me. I pushed his pants down over his butt and squeezed the round globes as he sighed against me, and when I moved my hand around and wrapped my fingers around his long, hard shaft, Aiden gasped and thrust his hips forward. I stroked downwards and cupped his balls, but then he pulled his hips back again and nipped my ear.

"Wait," he whispered.

"Uh-uh." I absently shook my head as he pulled my earlobe into his mouth, his tongue fluttering against it, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. "Let me touch you."

Aiden laughed at the pathetically desperate sound in my voice and then brought his mouth back to mine, peppering my lips with soft kisses as he lifted his body and reached for my pants. I arched up towards him as he one-handedly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper. I kept my hips lifted as he tugged my jeans and boxers down, freeing my cock beneath the sleeping bag. He shifted as I kicked my jeans down my legs, and then he brought his hips down, his erection lightly pressing up against mine.

I arched my hips up, pressing harder against him, my body jolting under the gentle contact of his erection grinding into mine. But it wasn't enough. It was definitely your normal teenage lust I was feeling. I wanted more. I loved the way the softer contact felt but my mind was still on Tuesday morning, when his warm mouth was wrapped around my member, and the craving in my gut to take his into my mouth. I wanted to feel him that way, taste him.

But Aiden was over me, and for the most part controlling our actions, slowly rotating his hips forward, letting me feel the soft skin covering his hard cock, the sticky wetness of our dripping pre-come smearing together and the heat of his erection gliding against mine in the torturous, slow but effective way.

I wrapped my arms around Aiden and thrust my hips upwards again, less than subtly demanding more contact. He grunted as my erection slid up alongside his, our bodies pressing them together before the head of my cock pushed hard against his stomach.

Aiden sealed his lips over mine in response, his tongue thrusting down into my mouth, pushing against my own. His hands moved down to my waist, his fingers feeling sweaty despite the cold, digging into my hips as he held me down and thrust his cock firmly against mine again, arching his back slightly and bringing our balls into contact.

I slid my hands up the back of his shirt and held onto him more tightly as he continued to move, hips rotating, grinding. His speed was still slow but his movements were harder, more deliberate. My legs seemed to spread wider on their own accord, as far as they could with my jeans trapping my ankles. Aiden's hand moved down over my hip, cupping my right butt cheek and pulling me upwards, more firmly against him.

It occurred to me that I had never felt so open with someone before. But then again the only person I had to compare Aiden to was Dan, and although Dan was my first real sexual awakening, I never would have ended up pinned under him, feeling vulnerable, with my legs spread and my body exposed. Maybe the reason for that was because Dan probably would have taken advantage of the situation.

I felt safe with Aiden. He was moving slow and everything he did felt right. It felt so right that I was left craving more, but with all of the grinding and the kissing I was left breathless and the physical jolts moving through my body left me less than capable of expressing my more physical desires in a articulate, verbal way.

When Aiden broke away from the kiss he left me practically panting as he nudged at my chin with his nose, guiding me to tilt my head back as his tongue swirled over my throat and his hands pushed up my sweater, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my nipples.

My body felt so warm, but the cold air I was breathing in stung my lungs as the physical sensations overwhelming my body became almost too intense. I began to wriggle beneath him, bringing my hands down to his ass again, gripping hard and pulling him down against me. Aiden grunted and covered my mouth with his, smothering my moans as my body arched up and I spent myself wetly between our bodies.

Once I recovered from the lightheaded feeling that I always seemed to be prone to after a good orgasm, I realized that that was the second time in a week that Aiden had made me come. Before that night, I never would have thought that just grinding could be so intense, but he'd obviously proven me wrong.

But while my cock was deflating, I was still far from sated. I doubt I would have been completely satisfied as long as Aiden's organ was still hot and hard, slowly sliding against my sticky ejaculation that seemed to have gotten everywhere.

I let the sudden post orgasmic shot of adrenaline take over as Aiden kissed me and I inhaled his breath. I cupped the back of his head with one hand and placed the other firmly on his lower back before I suddenly flipped him over onto his back. It was no easy task considering that we both had pants tangled around our ankles and he grunted as he landed hard on his back, with me straddling him.

I took a brief moment to pull the previously thrown sleeping bag back over us, shutting out the sudden rush of cool air before I lowered my mouth to his, meeting his eager tongue for a moment before I made a quick work of kissing my way down his neck. I bypassed his shirt but my mouth met his flat stomach where it had ridden up and as my breath hit his abs I felt him tremble.