Plot Bunny by Adam T
Chapter One
Lindsay Peterson’s Home Suburban Pittsburgh 4:30 PM August 27, 2018 The front door of a typical suburban house slammed and the noise echoed through the building. “Gus Peterson you’re too old to be slamming the door when you come into the house.” Lindsay Peterson had called out to her son, knowing that it would probably do as much good to tell the Ohio River to flow north instead of west as to tell her almost 18-year-old not to slam the door. “Did I slam the door? I didn’t notice.” Gus’s voice was filled with suppressed excitement. Lindsay looked at him more closely. “Gus, is something wrong? You’re all flushed.” I hope he isn’t sick since he’s as bad a patient as his father ever was. The last time Brian had a cold, before he moved to New York, I thought I would kill him before he got over it. “I’m fine, but Mom I have to tell you something important, I think I’m in love.” Who knew being in love would feel this good? Who knew that just thinking about him would give me a boner? I wonder if Mom has noticed it? Do mothers notice such things? “What?” This was the last thing Lindsay expected to hear from Gus. Her baby boy was in love? He was too young to be in love. “I met the guy of my dreams today.” He’s so beautiful it’s beyond belief but there’s something familiar about him but I just can‘t figure out what it is. Without knowing that he had done so Gus broke out into a broad smile, something his mother had been surprised to see. “What?” He’s too young to be in love. Lindsay couldn’t help it, she found herself incapable of coherent speech, so all she could do was repeat her question. “He’s in my first period study hall and he’s perfect.” Gus absently told his mother, smiling while doing so. I’m sure glad that Mr. Robinson seated us alphabetically and that Taylor and Peterson just happened to be in adjacent desks in the third row. “What?” Lindsay couldn’t help herself from repeating again. “Mom, I know you have a larger vocabulary than that.” Gus grinned at his mom, whose mouth was still hanging open. I wonder why she’s so surprised that I’m in love? Does she think I’m incapable of loving someone? “Gus you can’t come into the house and claim you’ve met the guy of your dreams and not expect me to be surprised.” I hope that doesn’t sound silly to Gus. Lindsay was relieved she had finally broken free of the shock her son’s announcement caused and was able to speak coherently again. Gus looked down at his mother with a dreamy look in his eyes. Lindsay was again reminded how much Gus looked like his father. “He’s perfect, he has the most beautiful blond hair I‘ve ever seen.. He has perfect skin, the most beautiful smile that looks like sunshine. Hazel eyes that sparkle as he talks but oddly familiar as well. The perfect height compared to my height, and a body that’s toned yet not overly muscular.” God how I want to feel that body up close and personal. “He sounds handsome, but what else makes you think you’re in love?” Lindsay asked to bring her son back from his obvious day dreaming. “He has to be the most intelligent person I’ve ever talked to and his laugh is just magnetic.” That laugh could get me to do pretty much anything. I sure hope he wants me to do things to him. I hope he wants to do things to me too. “Well, who is he and why haven’t you ever noticed him before?” I’ve never seen my little boy like this. I wonder why he’s so aroused? I imagine he’d be horrified if he knew that I can tell he has an erection. Lindsay had sat down on the couch and looked up at her 6’ 2” son who resembled his absent father so much that it hurt sometimes. The more she thought about her son being in love the more she remembered how she had felt about his father when she had first known him at Penn State. “He and his Dad just moved to Pittsburgh this summer. He’s exactly one year younger than me. Can you imagine it, Mom? My true love has the same birthday as I do! He’s a year younger but he’s so smart, he skipped a year of school. I think he probably could’ve skipped more if he’d wanted to.” I hope he’s smart enough to want me as much as I want him. I’d be the perfect boyfriend. Now that was an arrogant thought, but truthful. Gus looked out the window while he was talking to his mother so she couldn’t see the desire in his eyes but his obvious arousal couldn‘t be hidden so easily. “You learned all of this in one class period“ Lindsay asked somewhat mockingly hoping that it didn’t bother her son. She knew how painful first loves can turn out to someone as earnest as she knew Gus was. Well, we ate lunch together too. He has the most perfect manners, even in a school lunchroom.” Gus again remembered how elegantly Alex had cut up his chicken fried steak. Actually he remembered how attractive he thought the boy’s hands were. He had never really thought about anyone’s hands before but he just wanted to know how it would feel if Alex’s hands were to touch any part of his body. At that thought, Gus had started to feel warmer than the temperature in the house warranted. “You still didn’t tell me his name.” Lindsay asked with stifled glee. “I didn’t, I thought I did. It’s a beautiful name too.” Who would think that I could find a name so beautiful. “Gus; what’s his name?” Lindsay tried to bring her son back to the real world from his obvious dreamy thoughts. “Alexander Magnus Taylor. Can you think of a better name?” More things than his name are great and I want to know more about all of them. “Magnus is certainly a different name.” Who would give Magnus to a little baby even as a middle name? “It means great you know, like in Alexander the Great, and he’s wonderful. I couldn‘t believe how easy it was to talk to him. I‘m not the best at making friends, you know.” We just talked like we’d known each other all of our lives. She’d always wanted him to be more social but other than a few school friends, none whom lasted for very long, her boy had always been a loner. If nothing else maybe this new boy would finally be the catalyst to getting Gus to be able to make friends before he went off to college next year. Lindsay mused. “What else do you know about him, does he share your feelings? Though you have to admit that after just one day, you really can’t expect him to feel the same way. Gus, I know that you want to have a man in your life, but don’t push too hard or you might scare him away.” Lindsay told her almost grown son. Mel and I were so wrong to push Brian out of his son’s life all of those years ago. Brian was wrong to let us push him away too. Who would think that something as simple as my baby boy telling me he’s in love would cause me to think so much about our past? “I don’t know what you mean, I don‘t need Brian in my life I‘ve never needed him in my life but I hope that Alex wants to be in it, I know I want to be in his life. I don’t know whether Alex feels the same about me, I don’t even know if he’s gay.” The last statement came out in a whisper. “What?” How can he thinks he’s in love with a boy and not know whether the boy is gay? Lindsay couldn’t help it and the automatic response to such a surprising statement came out before she could stop it. “Mom, you’re doing it again.” Gus giggled. Why is she so surprised about me being in love, does she think I’m no more able to love someone else than the man that’s supposed to be my father? “Gus, how can you think you’re in love with this boy if you don’t know if he’s gay or not.” The last thing I need is for Gus to be in love with someone who can’t return that love. “I can be in love with him whether he’s in love with me or not. You’re in love with Brian and he’s never loved anyone in his life.” The boy snapped back at his mother. “Gus, that isn’t the same thing at all. Besides, Brian loves you, in his way.” Why did I ever listen to Mel’s hateful comments about Brian and help her push him out of our lives. “Well if he does, he’s certainly hidden it very well all of my life.” bitterly stated by the little boy inside the almost grown man. What’s wrong with me that my father hasn’t spoken more than 10 words to me in my entire life? “Brian has never been good at showing his feelings. You have to understand that his childhood wasn’t the best. You know how your grandmother treated you the one time you were in the same room with her, imagine spending your whole childhood with that woman. Gus come sit down next to me, we can‘t afford to replace the carpet from your pacing.” Lindsay said with a grin at her son. Growing up in that house, it’s no wonder Brian was so afraid of being a father and was so willing to stay out of his son‘s life. Gus sat down next to Lindsay who put her arm around her little boy. Even though he was many inches taller than his mother, Gus couldn’t help but to lean into her maternal embrace. “I understand all of that, Mom, but he could’ve tried if he really wanted to be my father. I hope Alex is gay but I don’t know for sure how to find out. Aunty Em says my gaydar needs to be tuned up.” Gus’s statement ended with a laugh. I’m not sure but I think Alex checked my package out almost as much as I checked out his when we met at lunch. From what I could tell he’s got a pretty good package too. I hope that I get to open that package and examine the contents in the near future. I’ve got to quit thinking like that or I’m going to cum in my pants in front of my mother. “Just ask Alex whether he‘s gay or not, Gus. I can tell you from personal experience that trying to have a relationship with someone who can’t understand where you’re coming from won’t work..” Why did I ever think that Brian was interested in me as anything more than a friend I’ll never understand. I only got him into bed, those few times, because he was too drunk to resist my advances yet not too drunk to get an erection. Gus looked at his mother like she had two heads. What in the world was she trying to say? “Right Mom, I’ll just lean over to Alex tomorrow in study hall and ask him if he’s a top or a bottom. I can’t do that; I don’t think I’d be able to get the words out of my mouth. He’d probably sock me in the mouth if I actually did manage to get them out. I suppose I should go ask Aunty Em how I can find out without embarrassing the both of us.” Though just leaning over and kissing him might be a fun way to find out; even if it ends with him socking me. I’d at least get a taste of him before he hits me. “That’s a good idea, but your father would just ask him. Whether he‘s ever told you or not, Brian does love you.” I could use Brian’s advice about now. Thinking it best to get away from a sex discussion Lindsay had changed the topic of conversation back to Gus’ father. “I don’t have a father. Didn’t Melanie make that as clear to you as she did to me? I don‘t have a second mother either, I haven‘t heard a word from her in over five years and very little in the five years before that.” Gus almost shouted. “She left you but abandoned me too. Hell, at least Brian remembers my birthday and Christmas which is more than Melanie has done.” I must be some piece of work since neither my father or second mother wants to talk to me. “You know she didn’t mean that and I wish you wouldn‘t call her Melanie. She’s your mother too, even if we aren‘t a couple anymore.” I never knew he resented Mel so much and that he missed her, even if he’s never said so since she left us 10 years ago. I guess I didn’t want to admit to myself that she abandoned Gus too when she moved out. “No, I don’t know that she didn‘t mean it, she certainly repeated it a lot for something she didn‘t mean. All I can remember is her putting Brian down at every chance she got. But I guess it doesn’t really matter since Brian never showed any real interest in being a father. Sure, he sent me presents at all of the appropriate times in my life but he was never here for any of them.” Gus shouted at his mother. I’m beginning to sound like a five-year-old instead of the grown man that I think I am. How can I expect Alex to treat me like a man if I act like a spoiled brat? “Be fair, Gus, he’s lived in New York since before you turned one and he’s a very busy man. He did want to be your father. It surprised me that he let Mel and I push him away from you.” I was just so happy at the time that he didn’t fight Mel and me about Gus that I ignored the signs that Gus missed having a Daddy in his life. “Well, Melanie got what she wanted, I don’t have a father and she isn’t in my life either. I heard her once complaining to someone on the phone that ‘I looked too much like the arrogant bastard.’ That’s when I started calling her Melanie, because I no longer thought of her as my mother. Then she left us a few months later. A mother is supposed to love you no matter what or who you look like.” Gus’s voice was just a painful whisper. Time to change the subject again, Lindsay realized, surprised at the pain her son had just expressed. “Since you and Alex share a birthday, maybe we could invite him and his father to your party. Deb’s gaydar is pretty good, she could probably tell you for sure if he’s gay or not. Hell, she can probably tell you how hung he is and what positions he prefers ten seconds after she meets him.” Lindsay tried to lighten the mood in the suddenly chilly room. “Mom!” She’s right though. While he tried to be upset Gus soon found himself hugging his mother and laughing with her. Both knowing that Deb would know everything about Alex five minutes after meeting him.