An Eye for an Eye (The Santorno Stories 2): The Santorno Stories

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “We don’t have a son, Mr. Youngblood. You’re mistaken.” Caleb’s father raised his chin.

  “Really? That’s interesting. I’m sure I read somewhere that you had a child.” Stefan kept his smile firmly in place.

  Mr. Vaughn lowered his voice. “We don’t have a son. He was dead to me the day he announced he was gay. I will not have a fag in my house.”

  “Hmm. Is that right? Well then, you won’t have a fag’s money in your pocket, either, no matter how worthy your research is. Get. Out. Now,” Stefan snapped, his voice rising slightly with each word.

  “Excuse me?” Cynthia gaped at Stefan.

  “Oh, didn’t you know? You see that man over there? Yes, the world-renowned neurosurgeon. That’s my husband.” Stefan stressed the word. “Heath here is my son — and your son’s boyfriend.”

  “Mr. Youngblood, you don’t have to…” Caleb started.

  Stefan glared at Caleb’s parents. “Oh, yes I do, Caleb. Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn, Caleb is part of my family now. So I suggest you pick up coats, and be sure to take your wallet and purse with you, because they’re going home empty.”

  Stefan snarled as they recoiled. “You make me sick. You’re disgusting bigots — disowning your son to save your social standing with other bigots? By the way, I can eliminate your ‘social standing’ with one phone call. I meant what I said. Get out.”

  Cynthia Vaughn’s face was the very picture of shocked. She grabbed her husband and they left hustled toward the nearest exit.

  Stefan put his hands on Caleb’s shoulders.

  “Are you all right?”

  Caleb nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Youngblood. You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Yes, I did. You’re part of this family now, so get used to it.” Stefan hugged him and then headed toward Jordan.

  Heath palmed Caleb’s face. “Hey, you sure you’re okay?”

  “I am now.” Caleb mentally shook off the encounter and grinned. “No wonder you’re such a wonderful man. You have incredible parents.”

  “Come with me.” Heath grabbed his hand and pulled him into the men’s room. He pushed Caleb up against the wall and kissed him hard. His hands went to Caleb’s ass and he squeezed.

  “Heath…” Caleb rasped.

  “Shhhh.” Heath covered Caleb’s lips with his and pressed in his tongue.

  When they finally moved apart, Caleb was breathing hard. His lips were bruised, hair disheveled.

  “What was that for?”

  “I thought you could use a distraction.”

  “Well, it worked,” Caleb laughed. He went to the mirror and fixed his hair.

  “Have I ever told you how sexy you are, Caleb? The night we met, I thought you were gorgeous. You’ve only gotten better with age.”

  “You make me sound like I’m ready for the nursing home! I’m only twenty-three!” Caleb laughed.

  “I like having an older man as a boyfriend.” Heath straightened a few of Caleb’s stray hairs.

  “We’d better get back out there. I’m sure your fathers have noticed we left.”

  “Okay, come on.” Heath took his hand.

  They returned to the party and Caleb chatted with Jordan while Heath spoke with Stefan.

  “So, bathroom break, huh?” Stefan raised his eyebrows at Heath.

  Heath blushed. “Dad…”

  “I was your age once, you know.”

  “I know. Thanks, Dad, for standing up for Caleb.”

  “He’s a good man, Heath. I’m happy for you; I was proud to stand up for him.”

  Heath watched Caleb shaking people’s hands and smiling. God, he was sexy. The black hair and gray eyes were stunning with the black tuxedo.

  “Yes, he’s a good man.”

  Heath was quiet as Caleb drove them home. Caleb kept tossing him looks, trying to figure out what he was thinking. They pulled up to the house and Caleb shut off the engine.

  “Okay — what?”

  Heath started in surprise. “What what?”

  “You’ve been quiet since we left, Heath. What’s bothering you? Is it my parents? You know you can tell me anything.”

  Heath rubbed his sweaty hands together trying to voice the question he wanted to ask. What if he had misunderstood?

  “I, um, wanted to know. You know that night… Valentine’s? If you…well, you know…if you meant… Okay, this is embarrassing.”

  “I’m in love with you, Heath.” Caleb locked eyes with the younger man.

  Heath blew out a sigh of relief. “I wanted to ask you, but I wasn’t sure if I’d heard you right.”

  Caleb brought Heath’s face up to his. “I’m in love with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you were sixteen. Your face is etched in my brain, the touch of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice in my head. After I met you, I couldn’t be with anyone else, Heath. I’m so in love with you I can’t see straight.”

  Heath grabbed his face and kissed him. It was a wild, crazy, passionate kiss. His hands went everywhere. He wanted to feel every part of Caleb.

  “I love you, too! I haven’t stopped thinking about you, either. I love you so much, and I didn’t think you loved me. I’m just some stupid kid who walked into your bar!” Heath kissed him again.

  Caleb broke the kiss. “You aren’t some stupid kid — you never were. You’re smart, funny, loyal and sexy as all hell. You make me feel things I never have with anyone else. Wait — did you say you love me?”

  “You just now heard that?”

  “Well, I’m sorry but you were kissing me and I tend to lose all ability to think when you do that.” Caleb smiled. “Did you — do you mean it?”

  “I love you so much, Caleb!” Heath kissed him again, but this time it was slow and soft. Caleb whimpered and Heath climbed into his lap. The quarters were tight, but Caleb managed to get his hands on Heath’s ass.

  “God, I want you, Heath! So much.” Caleb peppered his face with kisses.

  “I want you, too,” Heath whispered. He buried his face in Caleb’s neck and his hand went to the front of Caleb’s pants and rubbed his hard cock.

  “Oh God, Heath.” Caleb pulled Heath’s mouth back to his and kissed him again. Caleb was on fire. The heat he felt from Heath was overwhelming.

  “Caleb, please?” Heath was begging.

  “Not here, not tonight, but soon, okay?” Caleb looked into his eyes. Oh God, he loved Heath’s eyes.

  “Promise?” Heath kissed him again.

  “I promise.”

  After a few minutes, Caleb walked him to the door. He kissed Heath softly and looked into his eyes. “I love you, Heath Youngblood.”

  “I love you too, Caleb Vaughn.” Heath kissed him again.

  “Goodnight, Heath”

  “Goodnight, Caleb.”

  Heath watched him drive away and went inside. He shut the front door and leaned his back against it, eyes closed as he thought about the kiss goodnight and the promise of more to come.

  “Good night, I take it?” Stefan almost hated to break the mood, but he couldn’t resist.

  “He loves me, Dad.” Heath’s face broke out in a huge smile.

  “Yes, I know. I could see it when we met. I also know you love him.”

  “How? I mean, how did you know?”

  Stefan smiled and patted the couch for Heath to join him.

  “I could see it the minute you two looked at each other. Your father saw it, too.”

  “So you’re really okay with him being older?” Heath asked, head tilted.

  “Hey, it’s not like I can say anything — your father is older than me,” Stefan laughed.

  “Okay, I just want you guys to like him, you know?’

  “Heath, I wouldn’t have said he was part of the family if I didn’t mean it. I like him very much. I’m just so glad you’re happy.”

  “I am, Dad. I really am.” Heath hugged his dad. He felt so much better now. Every worry had lifted. He was in love with the man who had stolen his heart at sixteen.
And that man loved him back.

  *~~~*

  Damon was at Tyler’s for dinner and another movie marathon. After a very long discussion between both sets of parents, Damon could spend the night with the promise that they would not have sex.

  They were in Tyler’s basement, which was set up with a large sleeper sofa and a big-screen TV. They settled in to watch a movie.

  After the first one, Tyler’s parents came in to say they were leaving. They already had plans to go out and expected the boys to stick to the agreement. They gave Tyler a kiss and hugged Damon. Tyler leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes.

  “Hey — you okay, Tyler?” Damon never got tired of looking at Tyler’s face. He was perfect.

  “Yeah. I just think it’s funny that we could have had sex like a bunch of times over the last six months and we didn’t. Now they tell us we can’t!”

  Damon laughed. “They said we couldn’t have sex. They didn’t say we couldn’t do other stuff.”

  “Oh yeah? What kind of stuff?”

  The only light in the room was coming from the TV. Damon stripped off his shirt.

  Tyler ran his fingers down the smooth skin of Damon’s chest and stopped at his sweats, fingering the waistband. He looked up at Damon.

  “Take off your shirt, Tyler,” Damon whispered.

  Tyler slipped out of his shirt, his pulse quickening.

  Damon pulled Tyler to him, pressing their chests together, skin touching skin. Damon kissed him slow and soft and Tyler made a low whimpering noise.

  “Lay back.” Damon locked eyes with Tyler.

  When Tyler was settled, Damon straddled him. He ran his hands down the chest and stopped at the waistband of Tyler’s sweats.

  “I want to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

  “I trust you.” Tyler trembled with need.

  “Shh…relax.” Damon kissed him again. Tyler lifted his ass as Damon pulled his sweats down.

  Tyler’s hands rubbed Damon’s thighs. “I want you, Damon. I want you so much.”

  “I want you, too,” Damon whispered. “If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, stop me. I won’t get mad.”

  “Okay.”

  Damon spread Tyler’s legs, got between them and kissed Tyler. He licked Tyler’s bottom lip and then snuck inside his mouth; he slowly slid his tongue over Tyler’s and was rewarded with a low moan. He kissed Tyler’s neck, and ran his tongue down his chest and his stomach. He put his hand on Tyler’s inner thigh, where it bumped his hardened cock. He slipped his hand around it and slowly stroked.

  “Damon — oh, God.” Tyler’s breathing picked up.

  Damon bent forward and let his lips lightly touch the head of Tyler’s cock. He heard a quick intake of breath and slid his tongue from shaft to tip and then he put all of it in his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” Tyler moaned.

  Damon looked up. “I want to put my fingers inside you. Is that okay?”

  “Yes…oh God, yes!” Tyler panted.

  Damon stuck two fingers in his mouth and then slowly pushed one into Tyler. He felt him clamp down.

  “Hey, relax.” Damon kissed him again, slowly. He felt Tyler loosen up and pushed in further.

  “God, Damon…that feels good.” Tyler was moving with Damon’s finger.

  “I’m going to try another one, okay?” Damon looked into Tyler’s eyes as he slowly inserted another finger. Once he felt Tyler relax, he went back to sucking his cock. His tongue made its way up and down, twirling around the head and rubbing through the slit.

  “Damon…” Tyler moaned louder, his hips rocking. He couldn’t get enough. He knew he was going to come fast — the combination of Damon’s fingers inside him and his mouth on his cock was too much. He let loose with a loud cry.

  Damon felt the liquid hit the back of his throat. He swallowed quickly before he had time to think about it.

  He pulled his fingers out and moved back up to Tyler’s face. He kissed him slowly, as Tyler stroked his hand through his hair.

  “Did I do okay?” Damon looked anxiously into Tyler’s eyes.

  “Granted I have very little experience, but Jesus, Damon, no one has ever made me feel like that.” Tyler blushed.

  “Really?” Damon smiled.

  “Oh yeah.” They snuggled together for a while as Tyler recovered. Then he pushed Damon on his back. “Can I touch you now?”

  Damon nodded eagerly. His skin was on fire and his heart was racing. He wanted Tyler so much it hurt.

  Tyler kissed him, their tongues moving together lazily. Tyler let his hands caress Damon’s muscular chest. He moved them lower and curled his fingers around Damon’s cock, where he began a slow stroke. Tyler kissed Damon more deeply, hearing Damon’s low moan in his mouth.

  “God I want you, Tyler,” Damon whispered.

  Following Damon’s lead, Tyler took two of his fingers and put them at Damon’s lips. Damon sucked them in. Tyler kissed him again. Damon felt one of Tyler’s fingers enter him and he groaned.

  “Oh God…Tyler, yes!”

  “You want another one?” Tyler’s lips were right on his.

  “Yes, please!”

  Tyler inserted the other finger and then took as much of Damon as he could into his mouth. Damon cried out from the intense feelings. Tyler’s tongue was twisting him up inside. He wanted to scream and cry at the same time. His hips moved in time with Tyler’s fingers. It felt so damn good! Damon knew his orgasm was coming — he felt it rise and let out a loud cry with his release.

  He quickly felt Tyler’s lips on his again.

  “Shh…” Tyler kissed him. “Did that feel good?”

  “I’m not sure,” Damon said with a straight face.

  Tyler looked uncertain.

  “Oh my God, yes!” Tyler fairly screamed. “I loved it!”

  Tyler pulled Damon’s hair, hard, and laughed before becoming serious.

  “Damon, the way you make me feel — I’ve never felt anything like this. Not even close.” He moved closer to Damon’s warmth.

  “Can I tell you something?”

  “Damon, you can tell me anything.” Tyler brushed back the other teen’s hair and kissed his forehead.

  “When I was with Mark, I had never been with anyone, you know — like that. Heather was my first kiss and it did sub-zero for me. I did have feelings for Mark. But with you, it’s entirely different. I think about you all the time — about being near you, having you touch me, the butterflies I get when you kiss me. I’m falling for you, Tyler.”

  Tyler kissed him softy. “That’s a relief, Damon, because I’m falling for you, too.”

  “You don’t have to say it just because I did. It’s okay, you know.”

  “I’m not just saying it. You make my insides flip. I know that sounds girlie, but you do. When you kiss me, I feel all warm inside. I can’t wait to see you. You’re the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of before I go to sleep — and then I have dreams about you.”

  “You dream about me?” Damon snuggled in closer.

  “Yeah. The other night I went to bed remembering you in that fight. That was so damned hot, with your muscles all bulging! Then I had this dream about us making love by the pond.”

  “Oh, yeah! Keep going!”

  They talked until two in the morning. They finally fell asleep, dreaming of each other.

  *~~~*

  Jordan was waiting nervously for Charlie to get home. He sat at the counter and looked at the thick envelope before him as if it could jump up and bite him. He knew what it meant, and he knew he had agreed to it. But now that the day was here, he was having a difficult time.

  “Jordan, it will be okay.” Stefan took his hand and squeezed.

  “I know. I just thought we had more time.”

  “Time flies by. But you’ll always have me.” Stefan gave him a loud smooch on the cheek in an effort to break his somber mood.

  Jordan gave him a tight smile and kissed him back. “Always?�
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  “You bet that sweet ass.”

  “Mmm, speaking of asses, you owe me something.” Jordan winked.

  Mission accomplished.

  Charlie’s entrance interrupted them.

  “Oh no. You have that look, Dad. What is it?”

  “You got it. It’s here and it’s thick.” Jordan handed her the letter.

  Charlie opened it and read the first line.

  “Oh my God! I got in! I got the early acceptance!! I get to go to Harvard next year!” She jumped up and down. She looked at Jordan. “Oh, Daddy, I will call you every single day, okay?”

  Jordan hugged her hard, but he felt the tears coming. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You’re following in Daddy’s footsteps, for better or for worse.”

  “Yes, well someone has to take over someday, and I am brilliant.” She teased him to keep both of them from crying.

  “Yes, you are. I love you, baby.” Jordan hugged her hard.

  “I love you too, Daddy. I will miss you so much.”

  “Hey! What about me?” Stefan pouted, hands on hips.

  “Oh, Dad. I’ll miss you, too!! You know I will.”

  Stefan hugged her. “Okay. Now, go call Steve. You know you want to.”

  “I don’t want to tell him over the phone. Can I go out tonight?”

  “Yes you can, and you can come home an hour later than curfew.” Jordan smiled.

  “I love you, Daddy. I love you so much,” Charlie whispered in Jordan’s ear as she hugged him again.

  Charlie ran to her room and Jordan put his face in his hands.

  “Oh, babe, it’ll be okay.” Stefan hugged him.

  “I know…doesn’t make it any easier.”

  *~~~*

  Charlie was out with Steve, the letter tucked safely in her purse as she waited for the perfect moment to spring it on him.

  “When do you leave for Boston?” she asked.

  “After graduation. Maybe you can come visit me?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good. And then we can finally have sex.” Charlie grinned.

  “What?” Steve stared at her.

  “Well, you’ll have your own place, and we can have sex.”

  “Really, you want to?”