A/N: Rewrite of old slash story. Read and critique!
“You do realize that I want you to be appropriate. No sexual activities.”
I smiled for a second, “What if I wear a condom?”
My mom’s answer was a raised eyebrow.
“I’m joking. I’ll be nice. But what if he wants to have sex? I mean, after I tell him I’m gay and it turns out that—by some weird twist of fate—he’s gay also and wants to have sex with me, I’m probably gonna do anything he wants.”
My mom smiled, “Just remember where to draw the line, Sirius. And if he exhibits any hurtful behavior towards you—”
“I call you. Got it.”
She nodded, “Don’t even worry about canceling our vacation. Just call.”
I nodded, “I will. I-I promise.”
My mom gave me a tight hug and then she walked out of the bathroom. I stayed behind, listening to the mingle of voices drifting from the foyer. I turned the cold water on and splashed some on my face. But that did nothing to settle the knotting of my gut. With a deep breath, I walked out to where my aunt and uncle, plus my parents were lugging all the bags to the door.
“Have fun in here!” Aunt Rena waved a final good-bye before dragging her bags outside. Uncle Xavier nodded at me, smiling. Then my parents were the last to go. They showered me with good-byes and last warnings:
“Good-bye! Good-bye!”
“Don’t forget to be neat and clean. You’ll still have your chores in here.”
“Right. And have fun, Sirius. Nothing inappropriate.” Mom’s wink that followed her statement was the last thing I saw before my dad closed the door. I saw the lock turn, heard the click.
The nervousness boiling in my belly reached a fever pitch. My cousin, Seth, and I were the only occupiers of this beautiful mansion from today to August 3rd. And it was the most beautiful residence I’d ever seen. Bigger and more spacious than the high-rise condo building my parents and I lived in.
The light tinkle of my phone ringing interrupted the silence. I answered the call.
“Are they gone yet?” I recognized Sadie’s voice. She was my best friend, from when we met in sixth grade. She’d been up in the clouds about me being alone and had promised to call as soon as she got up.
“Yes,”
I heard Sadie’s squeal of excitement, “And have you told Seth yet? You know, how much you wanna fuck him and everything.”
“Um…no.”
“WHAT? Seriously. You need to tell him! Otherwise, how’s he gonna have you between the sheets?”
“Drunken sex?” I winced at the thought.
“That is not funny. Seriously. Go and tell him. Ooh, and call me with every detail. I wanna use you guys in a future story.” I could imagine Sadie’s grin as she said the last sentence. Sadie was an enthusiastic writer of gay stories. Or “slash”, as she claimed the nickname was. And she’d been the diligent, self-appointed chronicler of my love battle with my cousin.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” Sadie drew the last word out so much I could imagine the pout on her face.
“Well, first thing, he’s asleep! And second thing, I don’t wanna start off two months’ vacation with a Oscar-worthy devotion of my undying love to my cousin, Sade! Honestly!”
Sadie huffed, “Fine. Not now, but soon! And you realize it’s almost noon? He needs to get his butt out of bed and his big, pulsing—”
“SADIE! Ew! Please don’t entertain me with the latest episode of gay porn you watched.”
All Sadie did was giggle.
“Seriously, though,” she said when she’d stopped laughing. “You need to wake him up. Call me after he’s awake.”
Before I could reply, she hung up.
