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Yes, It will. 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Hey! Asshol—”

“Hey is for horses, but grass is much cheaper, yes?”

Salai was giving him that same devilish smirk as in the hallway.

“Fuck you. Give me back my clothes.”

Salai laughed and drew the hoodie up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Why? They smell good. Will you strip for me in the parking lot?”

“Fuck no! You’re crazy!”

He smiled charmingly. “Perhaps. Your clothes are comfortable.”

“Yeah. Because they’re loose.”

He spread out on the car hood, looking vaguely like an actor in one of the porn films they had replaced Kadar’s movie selection with last year. Malik had been mortified when he thought his brother was watching porn—but it proved Malik liked chick flicks, and earned Ezio and Desmond each fifty bucks from Altair. Desmond scowled as Salai looked him over. He wiggled in the jeans again, uncomfortable.

“Get off my car, you damn weasel!” Shaun shouted. “And leave Desmond alone before he files sexual harassment!”

Salai slid from the car and waved as he walked off, giving him one last, good look before he snapped a shot on his cell phone. Desmond popped in the car.

“Twenty bucks if you knock his shoes off. Gorgeous or not, run him over.”

“Naw, Dessie,” Rebecca said as she climbed in the front seat. “I think he’d be good for you. You need to stop being so cynical. He might help.”

“I’m going to lose my dick because these pants are so fucking tight. I don’t have the right to act grouchy?”

He was sprawled out uncomfortably in the backseat, praying Shaun wouldn’t get caught speeding as he tried to get him home: he had just gotten his license. Finally, they pulled up to his house. He popped out and grabbed his backpack.

“Thanks Shaun.”

He ran in, looking over his shoulder to wave as he hobbled up to the door. Rebecca gave Shaun a quick kiss on the lips, and he smiled as he waved. Shaun smirked and pulled out, waving once. He opened the door, seeing the kitchen through the thin hallway. He peeked into the living room to his immediate left to see Altair and Kadar lying on the couch, cuddling.

“Kadar?” he asked.

The young man looked at him.

“I need your help. Please.”

Altair growled, but Kadar smiled as he turned and hobbled up the stairs to his room. It was small and well fit to his needs. His bed was a twin, and the bookshelf he had was sparse. His closet was relatively empty. It was all good if he was going to run away. Kadar came popping in.

“What can I…”

He turned to see Kadar staring at him, wide-eyed.

“Help me out of these pants.”

Kadar closed his mouth and nodded, looking concerned. He walked over as Desmond undid the button and zipper, pulling out his dick and sighing in relief. He grabbed the hem and started squirming, and soon, he and Kadar were locked in a battle of pulling off the pants. Between grunts, kicks, and squirms, he told Kadar what happened. Halfway through, Altair came up and leaned on the doorframe, smirking as he watched the two struggle.

“And,” Kadar grunted, “Ezio wants him?”

“Yeah,” he kicked the air, “but he wants me,” another grunt, “apparently.”
“You should play hard to get, make Ezio mad.”

He looked at his oldest brother. “I don’t that crazy-ass mother fucker in my bed! He’ll glue my nuts to my leg to when I break up with him!”

Kadar yelped and tumbled backwards as the pants came off. Desmond grunted when he smacked his head against the wall from the force of the pants coming off. Altair was still smirking. He rubbed the back of his head and scowled.

“Man, that kid is crazy.”

“I don’t know: maybe let Ezio have him?” Kadar suggested.

“He doesn’t want Ezio!”

“This is like those soap operas you made me watch,” Kadar said, looking at Altair. “Lots of drama with no resolution.”

Desmond pulled off the shirt and threw it on the ground. “I don’t… If only he wasn’t so pretty.” He pulled on a pair of sweatpants. “Thanks, Kadar.”

Kadar nodded. “No problem, Desmond.”

Ezio peeked in. “What’s going on?”

“That new boy at your school stole Des’s clothes and left him with his.”

Ezio stepped in. His room was getting crowded. His older brother scowled and picked up the clothes. “You fit in these?”

“Hell no. Kadar was helping me take them off.”

“You should have seen it,” Altair said as he walked down the stairs to greet Malik when the sound of the front door was heard.