AN: yes I so I’m starting something new when I haven’t updated in like 6 months. I am so sorry. I was gone for most of the summer, and when I got back it was HECTIC packing for college/prepping to move to Vancouver (where I live/go to school now). Then first term was insane, I didn’t know they could make you do that much work… So needless to say I’ve been neglecting my writing. Then when I tried to write I was hit with this awful writer’s block. I had three pages of Portrait written, and found myself unable to write anymore, when my computer decided it’d be a good idea to just delete it altogether… I then dealt with more writers block until a few days ago when this story came into being. I promise to do everything I can to update Portrait and Kiss Me Proper within the next few weeks before I leave for school again, and hopefully this term wont be as insane, and I’ll be able to update. Thank you to any remaining fans I have. You guys all rock. So please read, enjoy, and review.

PS. Yes the idea is slightly cliché, but I’m trying to use un-cliched characters, and creative twists, we’ll see how it works out.

Daryl

To say I was pleased when my father announced he was getting remarried would be a lie. To say I was upset when he forgot to tell me that his new wife had a son would be an understatement. And to even suggest I was thrilled at his forgetting to tell me when they were moving in would be like denying that Brad Pit is a very attractive man (don’t even try it, I will hurt you).

But the event that really ‘took the cake’ shall we say, was the beautiful timing his new wife and her idiot of a son seemed to have. I was busy, very busy. Busy with my ‘fuck of the week,’ or month, depending: Kevin. He was one of those emo, actor types, the kind with all that shaggy dark hair, and the super tight jeans. Jeans that beautifully showed off his flawless ass, which I suppose is why I noticed him in the first place.

An ass, that when my father decided to oh so casually knock on my door, I had my dick firmly embedded within. I naturally told him to fuck off, and he said it was important. My father never says anything is important. Although that could possibly be due to the fact that he’s home for a grand total of two weeks a year, and our conversations are usually limited to small talk. When I asked him what the big deal was he told me his wife to be and son were moving in. So I let out a low growl and told him I’d be down in five minutes.

“Sorry, I’ve got to go meet my stepbrother, who I didn’t know existed until roughly five minutes ago,” anger is not the correct term... No, enraged is probably getting closer, but ‘so angry I want to rip my father’s fucking head off,’ that’s probably a bit better.

“What about me?” Kevin wanted to know

“Unfortunately, we’ll be done with this in five minutes,” I resumed my thrusting, and whatever he was going to say was lost in the back of his throat as he gasped loudly. I normally would have liked to make things last longer, drawing it out into a half hour, or longer experience. However, my dad had no idea I fucked guys, and I didn’t plan on having him barge in here to catch me red handed.

I wrapped a hand around Kevin’s cock, and he moaned as I started moving my hand up and down in time with my thrusts. Two minutes later it was all over. I collapsed momentarily on top of his slender frame before pulling out, throwing out the condom, and handing him a box of tissues to clean himself up.

I tossed him his clothing and quickly found a pair of boxers and jeans, before throwing on a white beater, and a black button up over the top.

“Stay here,” I told him, as I threw open the door to my room, “I’ll be back eventually.”

His grin made me want to pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless, “Promise?”

“I’m not done with you yet,” I returned his smile, and shut the door. There are voices in the foyer, my father’s slightly rough deep words, a woman’s sugary sweet tone, Jesus, I hate her already, and a lower, and infinitely gentle, male voice, that I assumed was my new step brother. He was probably short, had lots of acne, and fat. He probably made perfect grades and was a musical prodigy. And he probably couldn’t toss a football if his life depended on it.

So, needless to say I was surprised when I paraded down the stairs and my eyes moved from my father’s new wife, who was blond, about 45 and had probably had already two facelifts to her son. He was probably about an inch shorter than me, had dirty blond hair, which fell in soft layers to his shoulders, a ring went through the left side of his lip, and stud graced his right eyebrow. His eyes were a brilliant green. His build was that of a swimmer’s: tall, well muscled, and long limbed. He was dressed in jeans, and a white button up shirt. My gay-dar was ringing, and I had never wanted anyone more in my life.

“I’m Daryl,” I said offering my father’s fiancé my hand, which she took.

“Karen,” she cocks her head to the side slightly, “Eric, you didn’t say he was so handsome,” Her voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard and I find myself wanting to take a needle to her obviously fake breast to see if they pop.

“I told you he was the captain of the football team,” my father places a proud hand on my shoulder, and I try not to flinch. I’m only captain because he wanted me to be, and apparently my being captain translates into my having good looks. For a ruthless CEO my father certainly has some twisted logic. He turns to Karen’s as of yet unnamed son, “Daryl, this is Camden.”

“Cam for short,” He smiles as he shakes my hand,

“Nice to meet you,” I say politely, my mind running through the things I’ll be doing to Devin when I get back upstairs.

“You too,” but his tone seems to indicate it’s anything but nice.

“Daryl, will you go show Cam his room then?” My father’s request translates simply into ‘get the hell out of my hair.’

“Yes, of course,” I give him a polite smile, “Is that all you have?” I nod to his brown leather shoulder bag.

“The rest of my stuff has already been moved upstairs.”

“Well then, follow me,” I start out of the foyer with false enthusiasm.

“Please make it sound like a Disney ride,” His sarcasm is biting.

“Now, now, Cam is there any need for the bitterness?”

“Of course there is. I get moved across the country, forced to transfer schools my senior year, and to top it all off I get to live with someone like you.”

“Five minutes and you’ve passed judgment, I’m impressed,” I lead him down the maze of halls that make up the mansion my father insists on living in despite there being only two of us.

“We had kids like you at my old school too,” his eyes widen as I lead him into his suite.

“Like me?”

“Rich, spoiled-”

“Don’t tell me you weren’t too,” I lash back, walking through the living room of his suite, into the bedroom.

“Maybe, but you didn’t let me finish. The rest of my sentence consisted of: stuck up, self centered, conceited, and generally assholes. The captain of the football team always seems to be the worst too.”

“Nice to know you give people a chance.”

“Please, you probably spend most of your time sucking face with your plastic girlfriend, and knocking kids like me into trashcans.”

“You look like you can hold your own.”

“Swimming,” He responds, “and it didn’t seem to stop the knuckleheaded linemen from trying to shove me into corners.”

“Well now that I know your opinion of me, I’ve got better things to attend to. If you need me, I’m number twenty two on the intercom.”

“You wont even try and stand up for yourself?” Something in his expression falls, as if I’ve failed some test of his, and he’s disappointed.

“If you’ve decided to pass such quick judgment, why would I waste my time arguing? It’s a huge house, and the school may be prestigious, private, and all boys, but there’s still over 1000 of us there. You know very little about my life, and yet you’ve made up your mind about who I am. Why would I waste my time on someone who obviously dislikes me?” with those words I stalk out of the room, and back to mine.

There I am pleased to find Kevin, naked, on my bed, his pale flesh contrasting with the deep burgundy of my duvet cover, hand playing absentmindedly with his dick.

He looks up when I come in, smiling as I lock the door firmly behind myself.

“Took you long enough.”

“Sorry,” I shrug my shirt off and climb gracefully on top of him.

“A few more minutes and I would’ve just jacked myself off.”

“I had to meet my new stepmother and stepbrother.”

“How’s the brother?” He raises a perfectly arched eyebrow, giggling as he slides his hands under my jeans.

“Gorgeous, but he’s already decided I’m the kind of asshole who knocks around kids like him.”

“Kids like him?”

“You know, artsy,” I lick his neck earning a shiver, “Pierced,” I tug lightly at his nipple ring, and continue my path down his body, “fags,” I take his cock into my mouth and he groans.

“Sounds kind of like me,” Kevin manages to gasp, as I swirl my tongue around his shaft.

“Mmm,” I lift my head for a moment “I think he’s more the visual arts type, not an actor. And he’s a swimmer as well, whereas you my dear spend hours at the gym, but refuse to partake in anything of the organized sport variety.”

“So did you tell him you were gay too then?” He wants to know, I sigh and give up on fellatio for the moment.

“No, for all I know the brat could go and tell my father, and then where would we be?”

“Everyone at school knows,” he points out.

“Everyone at school is gay, well practically.”

“And they think sending us to an all boys school will turn us into men,” he laughs.

“Can we stop talking now, I really have this unquenchable desire to blow you.”

Kevin laughs and then shuts his mouth as my mouth descends on his dick. But then again, that makes most men shut up.

…………….

Camden

It was just my luck. I was stuck living in that giant house with no one but the most typical football player I’d ever seen. He was tall, with muscle definition that makes me go weak at the knees, and blue eyes that I’m sure have been the undoing of many an innocent girl. He was also a dick, and most likely to be kicking me around come Monday morning.

When I said I was upset about having to change schools, I was lying. The only thing that earned me any respect back in middle of nowhere Texas was my position as the prize member of the swim team. Otherwise the football team seemed determined to make my life a living hell, ever since they found Travis Kittler and I making out in one of the locker rooms.

I supposed it’d only be worse at an all boys school where everyone would be furiously trying to prove that despite being surrounded by attractive men in uniform all day they were, beyond the shadow of a doubt, straight. But at least no one knew about me here. And maybe if I were lucky I’d find someone like me who’s being forced to hide. Maybe I’d finally have someone too.

I sighed and started to unpack, unzipping the first of many suitcases. I was putting up a poster of the cast of RENT when there was a knock at the door.

“Yeah?”

“Dinner,” My mother called.

“Not hungry,” I responded, my stomach rumbled in complaint, but I could always go out later. The last thing I wanted was to spend an hour with my mother, her to be husband, and his stuck up son.

“Come on, can we at least try to be a family?” The fact that she was still trying amazed me.

“Now why would I want to do that, when you’re home for maybe a month a year?”

“Cam, please, just come eat.”

“Or what?” I challenged.

“I’ll take your car,” it was an empty threat because I had got the keys, I’d paid the insurance, I bought the gas, and I’d paid for the car off of money I made giving swim lessons at the local YMCA and teaching art at my old town’s elementary school.

“You know very well you wont, I’m tired, and I still need to finish unpacking.”

“Please Cam?” There was a hint of desperation in her voice. I sighed and open the door.

“Why do you want me to come down so badly, you know I’ll only embarrass you by talking about something like my desire to become an artist. Maybe I’ll even reveal the reason why you were so eager to move, so you wouldn’t have to deal with the criticism from your petty friends because I like to kiss other—“

“Camden! That is not necessary,” Her hand trembled slightly against the doorframe. “You know that had nothing to do with our move, so stop making up stories. The only reason I’m asking you to keep quiet about your sexuality is because I’m not sure how Eric feels about it.”

I didn’t respond because I knew she was right, “I’m still not coming down to dinner.”

“Camden, can we just try? Start over maybe, I’ll try and be home more often, try and be a better parent. Tell you what; I don’t leave again till Monday, so how about tomorrow we do something. We can go shopping, and grab lunch, I’ll even buy you those new diesels I saw you eyeballing in that magazine.”

I silently damned my mother and her knowledge of my weakness for jeans, “I suppose I only get the jeans if I come to dinner right?”

A smile cracked across her face, “Right.”

“Fine, I’m coming,” I flicked off the lights and shut the door behind me, following my mother’s surgically modified body.

I’d never really understood her. My mother grew up with nothing, both her parents worked dead end jobs, and she spent most of her life dreaming of Paris, and of being able to afford all the expensive things she saw on the television. So she worked hard, earned scholarships, took out a few loans and got herself through school. She then started her own fashion line and proceeded to make millions, a large chunk of which she’s spent making herself look as perfect as modern medicine could make her. Yet, underneath her plastic appearance is a woman whom I really do believe loves me, and is a good, caring, person. Why she finds it necessary to hide under blond hair dye and facelifts, I don’t know. I do however know that I’d give up a lot for her.

Eric and Daryl were already at the table, facing off with stony glares. I wasn’t surprised they didn’t get along. They both seem like heartless bastards to me. I sat down next to Daryl, trying not to notice how good he smelled. But the scent of soap, and expensive aftershave couldn’t help but make its way into my nostrils, and I found myself becoming oddly aroused.

“So Cam,” Eric broke the awkward silence, “Are you excited about starting at Dover Academy?”

“I suppose,” I looked down as a waiter brought out plates of soup. “It’s a great school, and I’m thrilled to be getting the opportunity.”

Daryl coughed slightly, earning himself a glare from his father. “Your mother tells me you’re a swimmer?” Eric continues.

“Yes, butterfly, I swim the 100 and the 200, and occasionally the 400 IM.”

“Do you plan to join the swim team at Dover?” Asked Eric as he dipped his spoon into his soup.

“I’ve already talked to the coaches, so yes,” I swallowed a spoonful of the soup, amazed at the taste, they must have one hell of a cook.

“What other things are you interested in then?”

“Umm, well art, I started drawing when I was a kid, and recently moved on to digital art forms. I also snowboard, a lot.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware they had snowboarding in Texas,” Eric’s tone was slightly condescending and I did everything I could not to bristle.

“We’d fly out to Mammoth, every chance we got. Last year we spent winter in the Alps.” I found myself regretting having given in to my mother’s demands that I come eat dinner.

Eric noded, and then opened his mouth to ask another question: “What do you—“

“God dammit Dad!” Daryl cut him off up, “What is this the inquisition? Why are you forcing question upon question on the poor kid?”

“It’s fine Daryl, I don’t mind,” I lied harshly. I did mind, I was annoyed as hell, but if Eric wanted to interrogate me I’d let him, I was in his house.

“No, it’s not, he’s got no right to spend his time asking you useless questions, especially when he barely talks to me.”

So that’s what all of this was about, Eric’s neglect of his son. Silly of me to think for a moment that Daryl might care about my feelings, about the fact that his father’s prodding was making me slightly uncomfortable.

“Daryl, it’s dinner, and it’s Karen’s first night here, lets be polite.” Eric’s eyes gleamed dangerously.

“Polite?” Daryl exclaimed outraged, “You think it’s polite to interrogate someone within the first few hours they’ve arrived—“

“I was not interrogating I was—“

“You were,” Daryl cut him off, “Don’t deny it. And don’t preach about politeness, to me, your son, who you barely see. Who’s birthday you can’t even remember! Don’t even mention politeness when you can’t even find the time to let me know that two new people are going to be moving in.”

“Daryl now is not the time,” Eric gritted his teeth, as he hissed.

“No it is,” Daryl stood up, “Karen, Cam,” He sneered slightly as he pronounced our names, “My dear father, forgot to inform me that you two were moving in today, came as quite a shock I must say. Apparently you just weren’t important enough.” With those words he stalked out of the room, leaving his father, my mother and myself in a tense and awkward silence.

“You forgot to tell him?” My mother glared at Eric, and I suddenly understood why they were together.

“I’m sorry,” He cowered slightly in a corner, “I meant to, but with work and everything, things just got really—“ She smacked him upside the head.

“I’ll be in our room, once you come up with a better apology,” And then she made her grand exit as well.

“Well, Cam, welcome to the family,” Eric then stood up, dropped his napkin on the table and followed my mother out of the room.

I was left alone, staring at the large mahogany table, and four barely untouched bowls of soup. Somehow, I found myself standing up, and wandering around the house, looking for Daryl to make sure he was all right. It wasn’t like I cared, I just felt, if I was going to be a part of the family I might as well try, right?

Finding his room was not difficult. I just followed the loud angry music. I knocked on the door, and when I got no response I just pushed it open, he wasn’t in the first room, which contained a fully stocked entertainment center, and a large desktop computer. Nor was he behind the second door I opened, which proved to be a game room complete with a beautifully crafted pool table and a pinball machine. But he was behind the third door, which I opened carefully only to find what I had not expected behind it.

Daryl was naked, his body shinning under a light sheen of sweat, which only served to further define his absolutely flawless muscled physique. His eyes were closed as he arched upwards. A dark haired boy positioned between his legs was hard at work sucking his cock. I felt my groin stir as I watched him buck and groan, his left hand lacing in the boy’s almost black locks. God he was a walking wet dream. And apparently, the captain of the Dove Academy football team, quarterback and student extraordinaire, also happened to like cock.

Welcome to the family indeed.