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- A/N: Yes I know, two chapters without Eddie, but I promise I'll make up for it in following chapters. This one took a lot of thinking to write, and I went back and forth a lot about what would happen, and finally decided on something. So I hope you enjoy this installment. I worked hard on it!



IVORY

Chapter 8
Head over Heels

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"Did you have sex with my brother last night?"

The question had left me completely dumbfounded. That was the conclusion he came to? Of all the things he could have guessed that would have been right, he came up with that? My hand hovered over the lever to open the car door, while my other hand unbuckled my seatbelt, but I didn't leave yet. I scowled at him though I was more worried then anything. Did that mean he knew I was gay?

His eyes landed on my hand and for some reason he felt the need to explain his reasoning. It was unlike him to explain but it seemed this subject - as much as he wanted to know - made him uncomfortable. "Lately I've been smelling citrus whenever I'm around you. I don't know what kind of cologne you wear but I don't think it washes off all that well... But this morning I came home and Eddie wasn't home. His bed hadn't even been slept in and that's weird. He hasn't been out all night like that since we lived in New York. And then he came home smelling like citrus."

"I didn't have sex with him." As much as I wanted to reassure him by telling the truth, I just couldn't bring myself to say any more than that. All I could do was mumble a goodbye as I let myself out of the car, and jogged up my front yard to the door. Before I opened it, I looked back to the car. It was too dark to tell for sure, but if I didn't know any better, I could have sworn I saw tears on my best friend's cheeks.

Why?

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The weekend went well. Friday and Saturday, I even performed, though I was a little upset that Eddie didn't come to watch me either times. In fact I hadn't seen Eddie since before I fell asleep at the motel. There were regulars who were beginning to come to see me, and asking around for the date of my next performance. It was promising, though I had too much on my mind to enjoy the attention.

I'm sure you all know how weekends have a funny way of disappearing. It's like one minute it's Friday morning, and the next it's Sunday. That's exactly what happened. Sure Friday and Saturday were fun but they happened way too fast, and before I knew it, Sunday had snuck up on me. Sunday was always enough of a pain as it was, but this time it was 10 times worse. This time my parents would be meeting my girlfriend that isn't really a girlfriend or even a real girl at all. Would they like her? Would they see that she was a man? Would my life be ruined?

Yakov was on his way over. He was gonna take Ciel's car, and he had my address. So I was stuck there, sitting by my living room window, watching the street. We had to work in the evening so I arranged for this meeting to take place around noon. My parents decided to make an event out of this, so there were neighbors over and the grill got fired up. As if it wasn't hard enough when the lie just involved my family and friends but now the whole neighborhood would be involved. I just wanted to go hide.

When I told Yakov Saturday night about what would be happening, he almost seemed excited that there would be more people. Yakov was such a weird guy, but absolutely a man born to perform. He'd never pass up a chance to make a scene. Though his ease and excitement did make me feel a little better about the whole thing... Not much.

Everyone was over already. Most of the neighbors had come early to help set up, or cook, or bring things they cooked ahead of time. It was so annoying. These kinds of get-togethers were always such a pain and I hadn't enjoyed them since I was a kid. I was 21. Why did I have to participate in these stupid things still? Oh yeah, because I was a big fat liar, and would feel forever guilty if I didn't, and this was a chance to prove my lie was the truth to my parents and hope they wouldn't know any better.

My sister was sitting on the couch, just as annoyed as I was. Though she was just annoyed because she wasn't allowed to bring her boyfriend if she didn't want our dad to murder the guy. If only dad didn't want to hear about my relationships either. Why couldn't he be over-protective over me so that my lies would be easier to maintain?

"I bet your girlfriend's ugly." She was sulking like hell. "She's probably got a dog face and no ass. Maybe she is a goat. I wouldn't put bestiality past you, Dyke."

She was such a brat. I yawned and continued to watch out the window for Ciel's car. "If I was gonna do an animal, I wouldn't pick a goat, now stop talking to me, bitch. I'm busy."

"Is your hot friend gonna show?"

"Probably. He'd better. I'll need someone around to shut you up." I glanced at her, sulking a little myself. "Will you come put my hair in a braid? I look like an idiot with it all frizzing out like this."

"If the shoe fits." She got up and rushed into the other room. That girl never passed up the chance to play with my hair so I assumed she was going for a brush and an elastic or something. Sure enough, moments later she appeared again armed with a comb and a pick and a brush...and some anti-friz stuff that she probably had stolen from me days ago.

I stayed by the window as she sat behind me and started pulling the comb through my hair. It was the closest thing to bonding we would ever experience, but neither of us cared enough to enjoy that aspect of it. There was way too much to worry about anyway. To look on the bright side, at least I knew that no matter what happened, my sister and I would still hate each other.

When Ciel's car pulled up, the person who got out didn't even look familiar at first. Whatever Yakov did to himself, he did it well. His wig was long brown hair, but it looked very real with long bangs framing his face. His makeup was very subtle, though I'm sure there was a lot of it to hide his manly features, but it was natural colors making him not only look feminine but younger and very pretty. He wore a sleeveless denim vest that buttoned all the way up to his neck where it had a collar that hid his Adam's apple and blue jeans... and of course he had fake breasts under that vest as well.

I pushed open the window and waved to him. "Come on in! I'd meet you at the door, but as you can see I'm having a hair crisis."

"You are a crisis," My sister muttered, though she was so obviously curious about the new arrival.

Yakov chuckled and walked across the yard into the front door. I smiled at him and waited for my sister to secure the elastic in my hair before I got up and hugged him. It was a very sincere hug, and could have been mistaken for a lovesick man having been away from his true love for too long or something, but in truth I was incredibly grateful that he had even come. Since he wasn't that much taller than me, it wasn't that awkward with him as my girlfriend either. A lot of women were taller than me.

"Becky, this is Aksana. Aksana, this is Rebecca." I looked at my sister who looked a little disgusted at the hug, as if it was too much affection for a public place. She was such a brat.

Yakov - or Aksana - hooked his arms around one of mine, and smiled at my sister. It wasn't surprising that he enjoyed acting like a woman considering his line of work, but I was just surprised he was so good at it in such normal circumstances. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Rebecca."

She turned without a word and walked away. So rude. I smiled apologetically at Yakov but he didn't seem to mind. So the two of us slowly made our way toward the back door where everyone was gathering. The smell of the grilled food was already wafting through the house from the backyard. Mace would absolutely hate the smell of grilled animal corpses, but my parents always prepared a bit of vegetarian food incase he came over.

Now was not the time to think about Mace. Whenever I thought about Mace, I thought about the question he asked me, and then I thought about Eddie, and when I thought about Eddie, a shiver always crawled up the small of my back. It had been too long since I seen him. The need to see him, hear him and be annoyed by his stoneface was growing stronger, but there was nothing that could be done about that.

When we stepped out onto the back patio everybody turned to look at us. Most of the neighbors smiled and greeted me, while my parents just stared and glanced at each other. My anxiety raised about 3 notches off the scale, certain that I would faint if something happened. No. I couldn't faint in front of my dad. He'd never forgive me for not being a man about this. So I forced a smile and led my pseudo-girlfriend toward one of the two patio tables. Instead of taking seats, it was time to mingle.

My mother was the first to do something. She took Yakov in a warm welcoming - though somewhat superficial - hug. "My darling, welcome to our home. I'm Lucille Fibbes-Cohen, and this is my husband, Ike's father, Jacob Cohen. It's so nice to be finally meeting you. I haven't a clue why Ike insisted on keeping you hidden from us."

"Speaking of mysteries," My father said, having taking a minute away from the grill to meet my girlfriend. "I never in a million years imagined my boy would catch such a pretty girl. What did we do right in raising him?"

"Oh, that's certainly a nice surprise. What is it that brought you two together?" My mother clasped her hands together excitedly.

Yakov answered immediately. "His smile. I was drawn to it immediately. Your son is rather shy; despite his bad attitude, but for some reason I couldn't help myself." Everyone nearby was hooked on his feminine Russian accented story. "Every chance I got, I approached him, and soon I realized that not only did he have the most mesmerizing smile I've ever seen, but his pout and glare, and every other expression had me equally enchanted, if not more so."

I stared at Yakov in disbelief, amazed that he could come up with something like that on the spot.

But he continued, "At first he was afraid of me. I was only able to see his smile from a distance." Why was it beginning to sound familiar? "It was when I least expected. We were in my car when it happened. He had just been in a horrible fight with someone and he turned to me with the sweetest most sincere smile, and thanked me for something that had absolutely nothing to do with what happened... I've been head over heels in love with him ever since."

"That's so sweet." My mother swooned, tearing Yakov away from me. "Come, you've got to tell that story to all my friends. Jacob, get back to the food before it burns you idiot."

My dad shrugged at me and then turned to go back to the grill where all his golf buddies were hanging around, drinking beer. They left me standing there in confusion, but of course it didn't matter. I was too blown away by the story. That was exactly how it happened with Eddie, except for the love part. Eddie didn't act like he was in love at all. Then again Mace had said... But I couldn't believe it. I was afraid that if I believed that he did like me, that it would jinx me and I'd be left battered and broken-hearted when I found that truthfully he didn't give a damn about me.

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The lunch went off without a glitch. Mace even showed up halfway through. My mother and father seemed to absolutely adore Yakov, though they obviously found it hard to believe that I could find a woman so perfect. My father repeatedly whispered praises to me about taking advantage of foreigners. It made me want to smack him so hard, but somehow I managed to keep my fists to myself. That was probably best with so many witnesses.

Once people were starting to go home or settle down inside the house for games of pool or watching a movie, my mother took Yakov up to her room to show him the wedding albums and tell him embarrassing stories about me as a child. Yakov was being so gracious about everything. He was really a godsend to me, because without him, surely this whole experience would have crashed and burned and I'd be a goner.

Mace had brought me down to the basement to the equipment room - that had been my play room when I was a kid - claiming we had to talk. I sat down on a padded bench press, and Mace took a seat on one of the huge rolled up floor mats. The cut-off black jeans he wore were short enough to expose a toned calf and ankle and foot since he was wearing sandals. He looked strangely like his brother in his muscle shirt and with his hair held out of his face by a blue paint-stained bandana. It was like a younger, scrawnier, hippie version of Eddie. I'm sure I was gawking at him but it didn't matter. He was my best friend so I was allowed to stare.

"I'm glad to see it's working out, but Ike, you can't do this shit forever. How long do you think you'll be able to lie to everyone like this?" Ok so Mace was far different from Eddie. Eddie wouldn't talk to me about such personal things.

I picked up a five pound weight from the pile next to the bench press, and put it in my lap for something to fidget with. Not only was I afraid I'd get a lecture, but this man always knew what he was talking about so a lecture from him was even worse than one from a stupid person like my father, because with Mace, I knew I was in the wrong. But a good helping of denial could always take care of that feeling for a little while.

So I asked him, "What choice do I have? Have you any idea how they'd react if they found out the truth? I'd be done for!"

"You have plenty of choices. You're 21, you fucktard. You don't have to live your life based on your parent's ignorance anymore. You don't have to lie to them because they do not have the right to influence your life anymore."

"What do you expect me to do, prick?" My eyes narrowed at him with insult. "Say, 'Hey mom and dad, I'm gay and there's nothing you can do about it so kiss my pasty white ass!' and see how long it takes them to kick me to the curb and deny that they ever had a son? I'm sorry buddy but I enjoy having a warm bed to sleep in and food to eat. They're paying for my university. I can't afford to be disowned for another few years."

"If you don't want to be honest, fine, but I wasn't talking about coming clean. I meant you should put yourself in a situation where you didn't have to lie."

I frowned skeptically at him, unsure of what he was talking about. "What?"

"I think you should move in with Eddie and me. He pays all the rent and stuff and if your parents continue to support your education you'd be all set."

Was he serious? It was hard to believe that actually living out of my parent's home was an option. It would be so nice not to have to keep up this charade on a daily basis, but how could that possibly happen? I had a hard time believing Eddie would agree to that. He probably had enough problems supporting his younger brother, but having to live with another university student? And would my parents continue to support me even if I moved out?

Then it occurred to me. I looked at Mace and scowled indignantly. How could he honestly expect me to do that? "You moron, you only have two bedrooms. I don't want to spend who-knows-how-long sleeping on a couch."

"You're the moron if you think I haven't already thought about all of this. I wouldn't leave you sleeping on the couch. We'll buy you another bed, and you and I can share a room. Of course, if you'd rather share a bed with my brother, that's fine too."

"Alright smartass, what the heck's that supposed to mean?" As you can probably tell, Mace and I rarely had conversations without insulting each other. "Are you hinting at something?"

Mace got up and sat beside me on the bench press thingy. He put a hand on my knee, his face completely serious. I was used to friendly physical contact with him, but for some reason that small gesture was way different and yet not uncomfortable. "You can deny it all you want, but I know there's something between you and him, even if it isn't sex. I just want you to know that if you and my brother do end up getting together, you don't have to hide it from me. I don't care who you fuck, you're still my best friend, Ike."

"Dude," I groaned though I was touched by his words. Still it wasn't a crime to pretend to be annoyed. I put down the weight and went back to glaring at him. "Every time I've been talking to you lately, it's been ending up like this. Why can't we just talk about normal things and leave it at talking about normal things? Why does it have to get all...? 'Let's get all personal and talk about serious things because I'm Mace and I'm a dick'? Let's talk about you for a change, Mace. How're you doing with getting Ava?"

"Alright. Since you're feeling singled out, I'll make a confession." He took his hand back and averted his eyes a little nervously. Nerves were not a common trait in Mace Lonneherr. In fact, I had never met a Lonneherr that got nervous easily. "I don't like Ava. I've been targeting her because I knew I couldn't have her. Don't get me wrong, because I am straight... It's just that I like someone else and I don't even know to what extent."

I quirked a brow and shrugged. "Ok I'll bite. Who do you like?"

Instead of answering the question with words, he put his arm over my shoulder, so that his hand was holding the back of my neck, and he leaned in. He kissed me. It was a little freaky at first, and I could feel myself begin to panic for reasons unknown, but I was too shocked to resist. What happened to that being straight part? When I thought about it, it did make sense. He was always telling me in jest how pretty I am, and he was always touching me innocently... And the fact that his tongue was in my mouth was also a bit of a clue.

After awhile, the shock wore off, and even as his free hand slipped under my shirt and ran up the side of my torso, I practically began to melt in the embrace. It felt so good but just as I was beginning to answer to the kiss by deepening it with a little more passion, Ciel's voice echoed in my head. I didn't love Mace or even like him in that way, so maybe it was unfair to him if I allowed this to continue.

So I reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace so that there were a few inches between us. It was enough for me to speak. "This isn't going to work... I don't think there is anything between me and your brother, because I don't think he wants anything like that with me, but Mace... I really like him a lot."

"I know that already." Mace moved in closer so that there was only an inch between our mouths and his eyes were almost closed. He whispered, his breath caressing my lips with every word. I could feel every syllable as he said, "I know and I accept that right now, you're not mine, but please let me have you just once, Ike..."

"This is too weird, man. I thought you said you were straight."

Mace pecked the corner of my mouth, and then my jaw and neck, apparently having decided not to wait for my permission. Or maybe this was part of the convincing process. His hand continued to roam the flesh under the fabric of my shirt as he responded. "I prefer women, but I don't care what genitals you have, you idiot. I like you because you're you."

After saying something like that, I didn't know how to refuse. I didn't want to refuse. Anyone would know that doing something like that with a best friend could create a whole new batch of problems, but it was not something I was thinking about. My eyes drifted closed and I tried to focus my thoughts enough to make a decision that was already made. Unfortunately, such thoughts were impossible as Mace's hands were fondling every inch of skin on my upper torso, and his kisses were making me overheat.

He pushed me down a bit so that my back was on the padded bench, and my head was practically hanging off the edge. He peeled my shirt off of me, and played his tongue along the sensitive skin of a nipple. I arched my back into the advance, and hoped to whatever universal forces were out there that my dad didn't decide to come into the room to grab a football or Frisbee or whatever game equipment.

When his hands went to fumble with my jeans, I raised my head and grabbed his hands to stop them.

"What?" His intense eyes burned holes into mine as he gazed at me with unrelenting - and unfamiliar - lust. "Why are you stopping me? If it's because of this, you can think about him if you want..."

"No, it's not that. It's just... We can't go much further than this. I don't have any condoms or lube down here."

Mace sighed and reached into his pocket to take out his wallet. After going through it for a moment he finally pulled out a square little packet and wiggled it in front of me. "I don't go anywhere without at least one. As for lube, I'll take care of you so don't worry about that... We're not all virgins here, ya know."

I rolled my eyes and snatched the condom away. If he thought that just because I haven't done it before, that I would be reluctant then he had another thing coming. Maybe it was my pride getting the best of me once again. "You sure know how to set the mood, mocking me. Jerk. Take off your fucking pants."

He grinned and went back to working on my pants, totally disobeying my order, but this time I didn't stop him. This time everything came off of me and his lips went back on. I watched as he moved lower and lower down my body, catching myself reflecting on how surreal the experience was. For some reason my mind kept wandering, and whatever was happening didn't seem right, but at that moment, I wanted it so bad as if it would help me that I wouldn't allow myself to think of an excuse not to.

All it took was his tongue up the shaft of my dick to focus my mind on him. At that point, I hadn't really made it that far with anyone. Even with the incident behind Pasticcio, it hadn't come to that particular area. My breathing sharpened as my eyes glued to his mouth. I propped myself up with my arms bent behind me, but not enough to be sitting up so that I wouldn't be straining my neck as I witnessed what he was doing. It wasn't that I was studying technique or anything. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I was simply fascinated by the idea that someone was actually doing that to me.

Mace's eyes were gazing up at me every now and then, but for the most part, he kept them lowered on his work as he used his hand and tongue to tease me. He continued to tease with playful licks and nips until I was absolutely rock hard and on the verge of begging. Not only was there a heat burning and itching in my groin, but I could feel my face heating up as well. It must have been pretty close to matching the color of my hair by then.

Finally he took it in his mouth, inciting from me a sigh of relief that quickly turned to a groan. Maybe it was a virgin thing but the feeling was indescribable. Much better than my right hand. But no matter how good it felt, I had to try to be quiet or someone might hear it and come to see what's going on. When his teeth gently scraped across the vein of the shaft, I had to bring my hand up to my mouth and bite down on my finger to keep from making any louder noises.

My struggle seemed to amuse him and he bobbed his head as his tongue swirled around the underside of the shaft. I could feel the tip beginning to hit the back of his throat as he moved down further and further. He was so cruel in how good he was at it. What kind of straight guy did a blow job like that? When his hand moved to tease the sensitive flesh of my scrotum, I was certain I wouldn't last long, so I whispered in a low breathy voice, "Stop it... I'm gonna... soon... Really soon..."

He pulled up enough to suck on the tip for a couple moments, inciting pleading whimpers from me. The heat in that area was becoming unbearable and I felt like it was about to explode. Then he sat up, and replaced his mouth with a hand that began to pump immediately. As I reached orgasm, a soundless name escaped my lips and the creamy translucent seed shot out of me. The name of a man who was not present. Eddie... But Mace didn't notice, or he chose to ignore it.

But it wasn't over yet. He had caught some of the thick liquid in his hand and coated his fingers in it before lowering those fingers to my other opening. He slathered the skin around it with his makeshift lube, and pinned his eyes on my face as he did so. With a devious faint grin, he stood up straight and whispered to me, "My hands are kind of full... Will you put it on me?"

"... Put what...?" I was still reeling from what I had just experienced and it took me awhile to remember the packet in my other hand. I stared at it for a moment before faking a scowl and moving a little to unbutton and unzip his cut-off jeans and after they fell to the floor, I hesitantly pushed down his boxer-briefs. He was erect already, and it was hard to pull my eyes away long enough to tear open the packet. This was different than what happened with Lachlan in the shower. This was so much different.

When I put my hands over it to roll the latex of the condom over him, the contact caused his erection to twitch slightly, and that movement caused me to jump. He laughed at me, pushed me back down against the bench and leaned over me as he gently pushed a finger inside me. I grunted in less-than-serious protest, but it didn't hurt. There was enough makeshift lube to make it go smoothly. Even the second finger - though it was starting to feel very weird - wasn't all that painful. He paused with two fingers in and scissored them a bit to stretch the sphincter. It was the third finger that threw me for a loop. I had to bite back another groan and close my eyes as I felt my body begin to object to the intrusion. And it took a lot of whispering and a few moments of gently moving his fingers around to get me to relax.

Once I was relaxed, and it no longer hurt, he removed the fingers, coated his latex-clad arousal with the semen and positioned himself before slowly easing himself in. I groaned quietly but long, feeling myself stretched to the limit. It felt as if I was going to tear, and so with my eyes closed and my chin to my chest, I hit his shoulder. "Fuck it hurts... My ass fucking hurts, now take it out!"

"Ok, ok, wait a second. If I just rip it out while you clench like that, it will hurt you even more. Just settle down." He moved down pressing his body somewhat against me, and kissed my neck. His slimy fingers reassuringly massaged my sides. "Don't hold your breath, Ike. Breathe slowly..."

It was working, whatever he was doing. I was beginning to relax, and as I did so, he started to pull out. I stopped him and said bashfully, "No... Keep it in."

"But you said -"

"Don't make me beg, you jerk, just..."

I couldn't continue because by that time, he had already started to push back into me very gently. I had to hold onto the side bars to steady myself - and to give me something to clutch very hard - as he went back and forth, in and out. Every gentle thrust made me wonder why this felt so impersonal. Why did I feel so detached from Mace at that moment? It didn't take long for me to get another erection, but still there was a distance between us that he seemed to be trying to overcome, because he kept kissing me, and touching me, but it was still there.

Still, it all felt so good. I shifted and wrapped my legs around him so that his movements would target where I felt it more. But as he seemed to be getting more and more into it, his movements became more erratic. It started to get painful again but by that point such pain only added to the pleasure. I moaned aloud, forgetting where I was and only remembering when he silenced me with a kiss. He thrust over and over and deeper and deeper. It felt better and better. Too good to bear.

Until finally he released, and I could feel the plastic around him expand suddenly.

After a few more frantic thrusts, he collapsed on top of me, panting and gazing at me with satisfied curiosity. His hand went down, working my erection as he intended to make me cum again. In a quiet voice he spoke again, "I think I love you, Ike..."

At those words, I winced.

TBC... ... ...

A/N: Ok on chapter ten or something, I think I'm going to do one chapter in someone else's POV. Let me know whose POV you'd like to see.