Teens In Love: M/M (chapters 6-8)

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Teens In Love: 06 Misguided

Once school started, things got hectic for the blended family. Being an architect, Raymond put together a team of carpenters, plumbers, and an interior designer to start working on the garage apartment. In addition to their list, the dads wanted a cozy balcony off the main bedroom suite with french doors that had a view of the mountain. A second, smaller bedroom, in case the boys wanted to have privacy from one another, or an office to work in. Also, a separate outside entrance leading up to the apartment. The dads wanted this to be a surprise. So they had the team working while the guys were at school.

Things were progressing nicely for the teenage power couple. Mike was made co-captain of the wrestling team, and Robbie maintained his place as swim team captain. Added to that, the two were adding to their popularity amongst the various school cliques. Robbie continued to grow his interest in journalism by writing for the school newspaper. They were active members of the student body council. Mike and Robbie also worked together to foster an environment of athletic crossovers attempting to diminish the usual sports team rivalries. Always the type to practice what they preached, Robbie was on the track team, and Mike was on the volleyball team. The two somehow managed to keep their individuality while growing closer and more connected as lovers.

Mike & Lewis
"Do ya give, cap?" Lewis asked as he chuckled.

Lewis and Mike were in Lewis's basement, sparring on the teen's wrestling mat. After his snafu because of his overactive hormones, the brunet worked in earnest to gain Mike's and Robbie's trust. Currently, the team's co-captain was effectively pinned under his friend. His muscles flexed as he tried his best to get free. Mike loved sparring with the guys both in practice and individually at each other's houses. Robbie would sometimes join in, as long as it wasn't an official practice, and he was the wrestler's audience unless he was busy with something. The redhead also encouraged the swim team's support of the wrestlers by reminding them to show up at the matches, and Mike did the same thing with the wrestlers. They also worked to get their teammates to attend the other team games.

"Not hearin' ya give in, Mike." Lewis snickered. "Maybe ya need to be put in a ticklish situation."


The brunet smirked as he used one hand to keep Mike's wrists pinned while the other hand alternated tickles in the center of the struggling blonde teen's armpit hollows. Instantly, the basement filled with the sound of Mike's laughter and squealing. As they became friends, Mike and Robbie discovered Lewis's ticklishness, and he theirs. The trio had fun exploiting it at various times while hanging out together or practicing. Tickling his opponents was really the only way Robbie was able to win against the more muscular teen wrestlers. The wrestling team had an agreement that they only threw in playful tickle attacks when they weren't in practice at the school's gym.

Mike wasn't ready to surrender yet. The more he struggled, the harder it was for Lewis to keep him pinned. However, the more he was tickled, the weaker Mike got. So it was six in one, half dozen in the other. Finally, Mike worked one wrist free and aimed his fingers for the middle of the other teen's unguarded ribs. As soon as his friend's fingers made contact with his weak spot, Lewis released his hold on Mike and fell back on the mat, faceup in a squirming heap of laughter.

Not giving him a chance to recover or retaliate, Mike pounced on the giggling body, rolled the teen on his stomach, and straddled his friend's waist. "Now, what was that about giving in, bro?" The blonde chuckled as he lightly strummed his fingernails up and down the helpless and wriggling pair of feet trapped in the crook of his arm.

Lewis writhed under Mike, and his shrieking laughter echoed off the basement walls. His feet were always Lewis's most ticklish spot. He tried pulling free but was completely trapped and unable to launch a counterattack. Finally, after a couple minutes of high-pitched squeals and cackles, the brunet tapped Mike's leg in surrender. Mike released Lewis's feet, got up and headed to the minifridge, and pulled out two bottles of ice-cold water. He handed one to Lewis. Then Mike gently but firmly massaged his friend's feet.

"Damn, I was sure I had you, Mike," Lewis said after taking a generous swallow of water.

Mike giggled and sipped his water. "Lew, you totally had me in an inescapable pin." He paused. "Do me a favor, and don't teach Row that move."

Lewis chuckled. "Then how'd you work free, and why shouldn't I teach Rob that pin?"

Mike smirked. "I wouldn't have had a chance of getting free if you hadn't tickled me. You thought you'd make me give in faster, and I almost did, but as I was weakening, my struggling also made your hold weaken enough that I could free my wrist and attack." He giggled. "And, I don't want Row getting any more of an advantage over me. Between working out, his morning runs, the exercise his muscles get from swimming, and the times he practices with us, Red's almost as strong as I am. I'd like to win against my angel boy, sometimes." Mike's statement had both teens in hysterics. The teens shared a hug as they continued enjoying their time together.

Donovan Bryant Abernathy III & Coach Barton
Donovan Abernathy III lacked honesty and a strong work ethic. This was made abundantly clear by the three ex-wives he claimed were the cause of every divorce he had. The forty-five-year-old man worked as a nurse at the hospital and was working on his last chance at being gainfully employed there. The sad truth was that his fifteen-year-old son was a harder worker and more trustworthy than the divorced man ever aspired to be. Despite his numerous flaws, the man loved his son more than anything in his life. No one ever disputed that, not even his wives. Being an involved and loving father was the one thing Donovan didn't cut corners with. This is why the slightly greying-haired man was in Jacob Barton's, the swim team coach's office.

"I've told you before, Mr. Abernathy. Donovan is an amazing young man. He's always ready to help the team and support them. However, your son's not good enough to be on the first string. That's why he's an alternate. I will say this, his training regimen with Robbie Hartford is harvesting incredible results."

"But, Coach, can't you cut one guy and at least give my boy a shot at a few meets? Since you brought his name up, let's take Robbie, for example. I've got nothing against the kid. He's one of the most helpful youths I've met. However, he's not planning on pursuing a career in professional swimming. Don't you think it's unfair to keep him on the first string when my son has dreamed of being a professional swimmer since early childhood?"

Coach Barton gasped at the request. "I can't believe you've just asked me to do that. Do you know how unethical that is? That wouldn't be beneficial to Donnie's advancement. His self-esteem would suffer. His sense of fair play and his feeling of accomplishment would be compromised." The coach was now standing and using all his restraint not to call the man a dishonorable cretin. "Then there's the issue of my hard-earned reputation being tarnished, and my employment might be ended." He paused. "This team has a shot at an undefeated string of wins. Unless someone drops off the first string, Donovan's not gonna be competing, at least not this year."

Donovan conceded to the coach and made a show of being ashamed of his request. "You're right. I apologize for even making such a request. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Coach. Again, I apologize, and you're right that it wouldn't be fair to Robbie. He's earned his spot."

The coach sighed and shook the parent's hand. "Don't ever apologize for having the best intentions for your son. I hope you have a great rest of the day." The men parted ways, each lost in their own thoughts of the meeting's outcome.

Donovan worked the overnight shift. This allowed him the opportunity to swipe a bottle of codeine. He reconciled the count on the sheet as being emptied for a patient. The man knew this could be the end of his career, and if he were to be caught, his freedom, but he didn't care. He was doing this for his son. That's what he told himself as he justified his illegal actions.

The Swim Meet
Once classes were let out, the swim team had about an hour and a half before the swim meet they were hosting. The team they were up against was pretty good and had a chance of taking away Hillston High's chance of an undefeated run. Robbie and Donovan Abernathy IV were chatting about the odds of winning. They'd gotten to their lockers which were separated by Mike's locker. Robbie had just switched out the books he'd need for the homework over the weekend when Donnie's father approached them with two drinks.

"Hey guys, just wanted to give you both a vitamin-packed drink to help your energy levels," Donovan said as he handed the boys the bottles. Robbie's bottle contained a mixture known as "Purple Drank." Which is codeine mixed with promethazine cough syrup and sprite. While mixing it, the nurse unknowingly put more codeine in the concoction than he intended when he got distracted by a phone call.

"Thanks, Mr. Abernathy," Robbie said as he accepted the drink.

"Yeah, thanks, Pop." Donnie opened his bottle and sipped the liquid refreshment. He replaced the top and hugged his dad.

The red-haired teen smiled as he hugged his friend/teammate's parent. Donovan closed his eyes as he embraced the affectionate young man. He had to force the guilt that rose inside of him back down. Robbie opened the bottle, chugging its contents without inspection. The teen was so thirsty that he didn't even notice the weird taste. He wiped his lips and tossed the empty container into his backpack.

"There's that sexy, red-haired boy of mine."

The blonde ran up behind Robbie and hefted the squealing, giggling redhead over his shoulder, making his boyfriend drop his backpack. Robbie's legs kicked as he squirmed in his muscular captor's grip. His giggling got more pronounced as Mike's fingers tickled his sides and his friend, Donovan, tickled the back of his bare legs and knees.

"You're both sooooo dead." Robbie squealed between his boyish giggling and screeches.

Both Donovans giggled at the couple's antics. "I'll see ya in the locker room, Cap." Donavan IV said as he left with his dad's arm on his shoulder.

The students close by turned and smiled as they watched the playful couple. Some even recorded the playfulness with their phones. A couple of their classmates snickered and tickled the trapped teen as they wished Robbie good luck while passing by. Mike giggled and squirmed as a few tickled him as well. He smiled and set Robbie back on his feet, then he chuckled and ducked his boy's attempt at smacking him. The two wrapped each other in a bear hug.

"I love ya, Mikey."

"I love you too, sweet angel boy."

Robbie retrieved his backpack, and then he and Mike held hands as they walked to the locker room.

"How's our swimming champ feeling?" Keith asked.

The four dads were waiting for their teens outside the locker room door. Mike and Robbie giggled and enjoyed the loving group hug.

"It's not just me, Dads. It's an entire team's combined efforts that can win or lose a meet." Robbie stated with a smile.

"Well said, Rob. That attitude and humility are why you're an effective team captain." Coach Barton said as he approached the six men.

Robbie blushed and thanked the man for the compliment. He gave his dads one more hug then he walked into the locker room with Mike in tow. The atmosphere inside was electric and energetic. The swim team was psyching themselves up to give the best performance they were capable of. Robbie smiled and high-fived all the teammates, as did Mike. Even though he wasn't a member, he always went into the locker room with his redhead to help boost morale. Before they walked out into the pool area, the coach got everyone's attention. Once that happened, he nodded to Mike and smiled.

"Guys, I know that I'm not a swimmer, but as you all know by now, the entire school and different sports teams are behind you all and supporting you. I know you're all gonna go out there and give it all you can. Always do your best, and you'll make yourselves, your families, and your school proud of you." He paused to let the applause and cheers die down. "Now, get out there and bring us home another trophy to put on display." He hollered.

Robbie walked up and stared at everyone in the circle. He started feeling a bit shaky and disoriented but just choked it up to nerves and the competition. "What Mikey said is true. I'm proud of this whole team. We all work our asses off and give everything we have at practices and meets. As long as we remember that we've done our best, win or lose, doesn't mean crap, and we can carry that pride in our hearts." He smiled and wiped the beads of sweat on his brow, then discreetly leaned against the wall.

Mike was looking at his mate and started getting slightly worried. He walked up to the coach and whispered something into the man's ear. Coach Barton nodded, and he whispered something back. The two men nodded and went back to listening to Robbie.

"Let's get out there and show these guys what Hillston's made of." The redhead smiled and cheered along with his mates. He turned to Mike and placed a loving kiss on the blonde's lips, slightly stumbling. "Whoa, slick spot." He said to play it off.

The team hooted, and they wolf-whistled, watching the guys kiss each other. As the meet progressed, Hillston was beating the pants off the competition. Robbie's first event was up next. He swam the relay and a diver. The relay was up first. The redhead shakily stood on the block, his eyesight blurred, and his head was swimming. Robbie shook his head a little. It went unnoticed by everyone except Mike and the Coach, who was trying to keep an eye on Robbie. The gun went off, and Robbie dove into the water. He was getting short of breath, but he was at least a lap ahead of his competition. The teen reached the ledge and tapped his teammate's foot. Robbie pulled himself out of the water and was about to head for his spot on the bench when he gasped and fell backward into the water.

"Robbie!" Mike screamed as he jumped fully clothed into the pool and pulled his soulmate out of the water before he drowned.

Tears dripped on the pale redhead's face and hair as he cradled his slowly breathing boyfriend. Keith was the first one of the dads to reach the pair. He felt Robbie's pulse, and his face lost its color.

"He's got a weak pulse. Call an ambulance." Keith hollered.

"They're on the way."

“Did he take anything before the meet? Mike, can you please get me Robbie’s bookbag?” Keith asked.

“No, sir.” Coach Barton responded.

Mike ran to get Robbie’s backpack, and brought it to his Papa. Keith opened the bag, and noticed the nondescript bottle. He opened it up and right away picked up on the scent of the concoction. “This had codeine in it. Rob’s allergic to it.” Keith wiped his eyes and worked hard to keep calm.

“I...I know where that bottle came from.” Donovan said with tears streaming down his cheeks.

[Ticklishguy]

Teens In Love: 07 Love Heals

The Swim Meet

Keith had to force himself not to lose control of his emotions. "Timmy, run to the car and get the antihistamine shot."

Timmy nodded and took off as fast as he could. While he was gone, Robbie started coming around and moaning.

"Hold on, baby boy, you're gonna be fine," Keith whispered. He thanked his husband and administered the shot. "That'll help his swelling and disorientation."

"Dad, what about Row's other symptoms?" Mike asked. The teen was wrapped in his Dad's arms.

"From what I know of codeine, he's displaying symptoms of an overdose." Keith turned to Donovan and placed his hands on the young man's shoulders. "Donnie, where did this bottle come from?"

The brunet broke down and sobbed on the older man's shoulder. "M...my Dad gave them to Rob and me."

Keith gasped. "Do you still have the bottle he gave you?"

"Yes, sir."

The teen ran to get the bottle out of his bag and handed it to him. Keith sniffed the bottle and handed it back to Donovan.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary in that one." Keith looked at the other team members. "Did Donnie's dad give anyone else a drink?"

Everyone answered with a unified no. Keith nodded and continued watching over his recovering son as the paramedics arrived. He stepped back to allow them room to get Robbie on the stretcher, and he volunteered to ride with them. Keith kissed his family and hurried behind the EMTs.

The referee and coaches were having a discussion about what to do next. The three men nodded and separated. Coach Barton returned and addressed his team.

"Guys, we've got a decision to make." He paused and looked at Mike. "Mike, I'd like your input on this as well." When he had everyone's attention, he continued. "We can do one of two things, continue with the meet or forfeit."

Mike looked at the gathered teammates. "Guys, I know what happened is distressing. However, if my vote counts for anything, I know Red would want you guys to finish the meet and continue giving it all you got." He stopped and wiped his eyes.

Donovan looked at the group. "We've got no other choice. We need to finish this for Rob." He looked at Mike and wrapped the blonde teen in a bear hug. "I'm soo sorry for what my Dad did. I promise I had no…"

Mike returned the affection and stared into his friend's eyes. "Don't apologize for something you didn't do, bro. You're a victim in this, just the same as Row." He paused and looked at his three remaining dads and smiled when he saw their nodded approval.

Coach Barton smiled with pride. "Let's go win this thing for Robbie." He paused and looked at Mike. "Son, I know this is a big favor to ask, but would you consider sticking around for the rest of the meet and give the guys moral support?"

Mike looked at his dads, who motioned for him to give his decision. He sighed and looked back at the coach. "Row would kick my ass if I didn't support you guys." Everyone cracked up laughing at Mike's words as he got an admonishing look and head shakes from the coach and his dads.

Hillston won the meet. Donovan pulled out in front of his competition at the last second and won first place in his event. The alternate for the dive won second place. Robbie's time was recorded before his collapse, and he had the overall fastest time. Mike was asked to accept the award in his mate's absence. Donovan beamed with pride when he got his medal. Mike and the dads were hugging and wiping their tears when the coach announced that the victory was dedicated to the team's hard work, dedication, and Robbie.

Timmy, Raymond, and Theo approached Donovan.

"Donnie, we've spoken with Cathy. She's canceled her appointments and is working on getting a flight home. However, she won't be back until Sunday at the earliest. That's without any delays or hangups." Timmy paused. "We know that you're capable of staying by yourself, but in light of everything that's happened, we'd like you to stay with us until your Mom gets home. She's already given consent to our offer to help you through this."

Donovan gasped and wiped his eyes. "I don't want to be an imposition, Mr. Hartford."

"You're not an imposition, Donnie. It's our pleasure and the least we can do to offer our support." Raymond said.

Donovan launched himself into the men's arms and melted into the loving group hug as he sobbed. "I can't thank you guys enough."

"We love you, Donnie. You're like a son to us, and families have to stick together and support one another." Theo said.

Mike walked over and joined the hugfest. "Row and I love ya too, bro."

The Hospital

Thanks to the antihistamine shot, Robbie's allergic reaction was under control. Now they just had to deal with the overdose symptoms. They got the teen into a room and started monitoring his vitals. Keith sat beside his son's bed, holding his hand as he thanked whatever higher power there was that Robbie wasn't dead. Donovan III had to leave for his shift at the hospital right after the swim meet began and had no idea what happened. He was going through his rounds and walked into Robbie's room. He wasn't paying attention to the occupants, and they didn't notice who he was until he turned around to introduce himself. As soon as Keith laid eyes on the man, he was on his feet. Before Donovan could react or say anything, Keith's fist collided with the man's jaw, knocking the older man on his ass. At the same time as he hit the floor, Mike and the other three dads walked in and gasped.

"You're Goddamned lucky I've got a conscience. If I didn't, you'd be in the morgue." Keith growled as he turned back to his son.

"Don, you've got some fuckin' nerve being in here after what you did to Rob. I'd suggest you get your fucking ass out of this room and start looking for an attorney." Raymond said before leaving to find a nurse and get security in the room.

"Guys, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. I didn't do anything to Robbie."

Mike was enraged and lunged at the nurse. He tackled the man to the floor. "You fucking psychotic bastard. You drug Robbie, then have the Goddamned nerve to say that's not doing anything to him?" Mike pulled back and slapped Donovan's face hard enough that his face turned so red, it would've given Rudolph's nose a run for its money. The teen was about to gift Donovan a matching set by a slap to his other cheek when Theo and Timmy pulled him up and off the quaking man.

"Mikey, baby, please calm down. Mr. Abernathy's not worth it." Robbie's croaking, weak voice made everyone stop and look at the teen as he slowly sat up.

"Row!" Mikey walked over to the bed and let his tears fall on his soulmate's chest. The blonde leaned down and kissed his boyfriend's hand. "Baby, I was afraid we'd lost you." He paused and sniffled. "I love you."

Robbie smiled and lightly squeezed his mate's hand. "I'm fine, thanks to Dad reacting so quickly and you jumping in and saving me." He softly giggled. "You're my hero, in sopping wet clothing." Robbie turned his head and coughed.

"How'd you know..."

Robbie smiled and placed his finger on his blonde lover's lips. "Dad told me just before I fell asleep."

"How's Rob..." Donovan IV walked in and stopped short when he saw his Dad getting up off the floor and holding his cheek. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Donovan's glare was filled with anger.

"Son, why..." Donovan III didn't have a chance to finish his question because he was back on the floor, for the third time, in less than an hour. This time, he was on his knees, moaning and rocking back and forth in pain, holding his groin, where his son aimed his powerful kick. All the men in the room groaned and instinctively grabbed their dicks.

"Don..." Robbie started but was cut off by his friend's continuing to blast his father.

"I can't believe you did this to Robbie, you fucking bastard. You knew you were giving him purple drank, and you had the gall to hug him." Donovan paused to wipe his tears. "I've asked Mom to file for sole custody. She's doing so when she gets back in town on Monday. I've already given my statement to the cops as well." The teen paused. "Some fuckin' father you are, you've made your own kid turn your dishonest ass in to the police, and I'll probably have to testify against your sorry excuse for a human being." The teen was physically and emotionally spent. He fell into Mike's open arms and sobbed on his friend's shoulder.

"Son, I..." Donavan III started to say but was stopped by the arrival of the police and hospital administrators.

"Donovan Abernathy III, you're under arrest for attempted manslaughter." The officer cuffed Donovan, read him his rights, and escorted the protesting nurse out to the squad car.

"Dads, you've got to do something. I don't think he was trying to kill me. He shouldn't be charged with attempted manslaughter."

Robbie was so worked up that the machines started going off like crazy, bringing a slew of nurses into the room. The family was ushered out into the hallway. Donovan was a wreck, and Keith took the teen aside and talked with him. The two were still talking when the nurses and administrators exited the room, stating the family could go back in, provided they could keep the patient's stress level down to a minimum.

Mike was the first one into the room and planted himself beside his red-haired angel. The teen softly kissed his peacefully sleeping mate and smoothed his curly locks. He wiped his tears and looked up at his dads. "Do you think Row's right? That Mr. Abernathy didn't have the intent to kill him."

"I don't know, baby boy. Only Don can answer that question. I desperately hope he didn't intend to kill our boy." Timmy said as he lightly rubbed his ailing son's leg and kissed his second son.

"Logically, I know my Dad didn't intend to kill Robbie. Most likely, he wanted to make Rob sick so that he couldn't function at the meet and would be disqualified so that I could compete." Donovan said as he entered the room, with Keith's arm on his shoulder. "I'm having a hard time dealing with either of those thoughts. It's gonna take some time for me to even think of trusting that man again."

"Donnie, your Dad, is very misguided, and his actions were at the very least slightly malicious. However, he acted out of love for you." Keith said as he gently rubbed the teen's back.

"Dads, can I stay with Row tonight?" Mike asked as he got up and hugged Donovan.

"Of course, you can, son. Would you like to stay as well, Donnie?" Theo said, with the three other men nodding their heads.

"I'd love that. I don't really want to be alone tonight. No offense to you guys. You've been amazingly generous to me throughout this whole ordeal." He paused and looked at Mike. "Are you okay with that, Mike?"

Mike smiled as he wrapped Donovan in an arm lock and tickled the brunet's side. "I'd love to have the company, bro."

Donovan squirmed and wriggled in the blonde teen's grip, trying to escape as he squealed and giggled. "No fair, Mike." He protested between his boyish giggles.

"Shhh! You're in a hospital for cryin' out loud, bro." Mike chuckled.

"Don't worry, Donnie, I'll help ya get revenge on Mikey when I'm all better." Robbie sat up and giggled at his mate and friend's antics. "Oh, not that anyone asked, but I'd love the company too." The redhead giggled as he was wrapped in a double hug by the two teens. Robbie was released the next day and recuperated over the rest of the weekend.

The Prosecutor’s Office

On Monday, after school, there was a meeting at the Prosecutor's office. Donovan IV, his Mom, the Hartfords, and the Stetsons were all in attendance. The Prosecutor sat down and proceeded to inform the families of the charges Donovan III would be facing and the recommended jail time. Everyone voiced their approval, except Robbie. The prosecutor asked the teen for his input since he was actually the victim.

Robbie stood up and took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. He wanted to get this phrased correctly. "Sir, with all due respect, I think the charges should be reduced to something that won't give Mr. Abernathy any jail time. After all, I was an unknowing accomplice in all this."

Everyone gathered started to protest Robbie's statement but was silenced by Keith's ear-splitting whistle. "Please, let's give Robbie a chance to explain before dismissing him. Personally, I'd like to see the intended destination of his train of thought." Keith smiled and kissed his son's forehead. "Go on, Rob."

Robbie smiled and returned the affection. "Thanks, Dad." He paused and took a sip of water. "What I meant by my statement was that I helped Mr. Abernathy's plan by not paying attention to the taste or smell of the contents in the bottle. I also paid no attention to the actual bottle. I know I'm allergic to codeine, and I'm also aware of what it smells like. I was careless." He paused and sipped his water. "That being said, I also know the purpose of a prison sentence. They're designed as a punishment and deterrent for committing crimes. Mr. Abernathy didn't mean to hurt me as bad as he did. So, it doesn't make sense to me to send the man to jail and put Donnie through the stress and detriment of testifying against his father. Perhaps, there's a charge that would give him a little jail time that could be served through weekend time?" Robbie gazed into every eye in the room. "We're not a family who holds grudges, and Mr. Abernathy's family needs to start healing."

The Prosecutor, Donovan IV, and Cathy looked at Robbie, flabbergasted. The teen's Dads and Mike were staring at their boy with a mixture of shock and awe. Keith was the only one whose smile beamed with nothing but pride for his son.

"Rob, you do, realize that what you're asking for won't be even close to getting justice for what's been done to you," Cathy stated.

Robbie looked at the only woman in the room. He walked over and stood between her and Donovan. "Ms. Waverly, Donnie, I'd like you to look in your hearts and ask yourselves these questions. "What justice comes from Mr. Abernathy's incarceration? How would a lengthy jail sentence be more beneficial than weekend jail time or community service? Finally, and most importantly, how would that create a path to forgiveness?" Robbie had to pause and wipe his tears. "Is there maybe also some court-mandated counseling Mr. Abernathy can receive that might be more helpful to healing his faults and this broken-hearted family?"

The Prosecutor sat back in his chair and shook his head. "In all my years in this office, I've never seen anyone be that willing to forgive someone and so adamant about seeing they get help." He paused and looked at Keith. "Dr. Hartford, do you have any thoughts on your son's wishes?"

Keith smiled proudly and nodded. "I think he's laid out a very well thought out statement showcasing the love and forgiveness we've done our best to instill in our young men. Robbie has made our family very proud, and I know some therapists who'd be more than capable of helping Don."

The meeting ended with the Prosecutor promising to take the proposal to the judge and Donovan's attorney. A few weeks later, a very appreciative Donovan Abernathy III was handed a suspended sentence, placed on probation, and remanded to a therapist to work on healing himself and his family.

[Ticklishguy]

Teens In Love: 08 The First Time M/M

"If I were a hidden drive, where would I be?" The blue jean-clad redhead asked himself as he blew a strand of hair from his eyes and searched through drawers and under the couch cushions. Keeping the penlight between his teeth, the young man searched the desk close to the window and had just finished going through the filing cabinet. He paused and pressed a button on his shoulder radio. "Eagle, I'm not seeing anything. I'll keep looking, but we might've gotten bad info."

The searcher's head jerked up as he quickly shut off his flashlight and placed it in his pocket. He quietly closed the drawer and flattened himself against the office wall, crouching between the cabinet and the couch. The young man regulated his breathing as his eyes darted left and right, watching the darkened room. The shadow-cloaked young man tried to keep calm as the door slowly opened, and a tall shadowy figure stood in the doorway. After switching the light on and looking around, the muscular figure turned the lights off and closed the door.

The redhead looked to the ceiling and blew a relieved puff of air. "Eagle, I'm gonna go to the next office." Flyboy tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it. Not seeing anyone, he quietly walked along the hall. He'd just passed one of the closed doors when a hand came from behind him, covering his mouth.

"I got ya now, Flyboy." The speaker wrapped his other arm around the struggling redhead's neck, pulling the shorter man's body into an iron-gripped bear hug.

The redhead grunted as he wriggled and tried breaking his attacker's hold on him. “Let me go, Darkenshadow."

"Now, what's the agency's finest in search of this time?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Flyboy reached back and wiggled his fingers along his captor's stomach. The redhead giggled when the other man's boyish giggles reached his ears, and he was let go. He started to run, but the only door available led to a closet.

"Nowhere to go."

Flyboy's eyes darted left and right as he realized Darken was right. He couldn't escape. The spy rushed his nemesis and tried to muscle his way past the taller man, but his attempt proved unsuccessful. He got overpowered, and the redhead was pinned face down on the floor. Despite struggling the hardest he could, Flyboy was very quickly restrained and helpless. The muscular blonde lifted his trophy off the floor, threw him over his shoulder, and carried the man to the room he came from.

Darken turned the light on and threw his captive on the queen-sized bed. Immediately, Flyboy started trying to loosen the ropes binding his ankles and wrists. The blonde abductor chuckled and watched in amusement as his prey tried his best and failed to escape the superior knot skills. His hand absentmindedly rubbed against his growing bulge that pressed against his black jeans.

The spy struggled and grunted as he writhed on the mattress, getting harder by the second. The redhead gasped and squealed when he felt his abductor's fingers kneading between his ribs. He tried to hold the laughter in, but his body was too ticklish and unable to make his attempt last. Within seconds, he was kicking and thrashing against his tickler. "You're gonna regret this."

"Seems like you're the one with regrets, Flyboy." Darken chuckled.

The blonde guy straddled his laughing captive's chest, kept the struggling man's arms in his control as he swiftly untied the victim's wrists, then cuffed them to the bedposts. An excited spark shined in the captor's eyes when the restrained guy's shirt rode up and exposed his belly button and firm stomach. The redhead closed his eyes and continued trying to get free. He sharply inhaled the second his skin felt a devious intentioned fingernail lightly scratching around the walls of his navel's cavernous crevice. The stomach muscles expanded and contracted as the trapped body did what it could to avoid the tickle spot's exploration. Boyish giggles and gasps worked their way out of the young man's soft lips and into the room's silent atmosphere.

Darken chuckled at the reaction he'd just received. From the moment the rival spy laid eyes on his counterpart, he knew there'd come a time when he'd have Flyboy trapped and in his control. The blonde licked his lips and relished the moment he shared with his fellow spy. He slowly inched down the bed and leaned over, staring into the man's eyes. "I'm gonna make you talk, FB. Then I'm gonna make you cum." Darken chuckled as he slowly licked the redhead's face from his neck to his eyelids.

Flyboy tried to protest, but all that came out were soft giggles and breathy moans as his body slightly humped against Darken's jean-clad ass. The redhead's sock-clad toes curled inside his black sneakers. He tried not to let his submissive desires override his extensive training, but inside, Fly knew it would be a losing battle. "I...I'm never talking." The trapped spy blushed when he heard the hesitance in his voice.

Darken rubbed his hands together as he straddled Flyboy's upper legs. He kept the powerful legs from resisting as they were untied and cuffed to the remaining bedposts. The blonde man smiled while slowly untying his prey's shoes. However, they weren't removed...yet. He wanted to draw the suspense and torturous wait out as long as possible. The spy could feel the encased feet slightly move and squirm in the shoes. He chuckled and looked back at the restrained man under him. "You know, I've never failed to break my captives." Darken's fingers very lightly stroked up and down the sides of Flyboy's ankles.

The shock of the feather-light touch threw the spy off his game. Before he could even think to try keeping in his giggles, they had escaped. "Shit, that tickles." Flyboy squealed as he desperately tried fighting against the ticklish feeling. He'd never felt anything like it before. The redhead's legs pulled against the unbreakable restraints as his high-pitched squeals kept getting louder. His jeans were getting tighter and almost felt painful as his cock pressed further against the fabric covering him. What made it worse was Darken's low gravelly chuckles. They sent shockwaves of shivers up and down his spine, making him even crazier and hornier than he already was.

Darken left the guy's ankles and turned to face his giggling abductee. "You're not gonna last very long, FB. Not if a few light strokes to your ankles get you so worked up." He paused and lay on top of the panting boy. "You could make this easy on yourself and just give me the information I'm looking for." As he said this, the spy's index fingertips barely touched Flyboy as they grazed his skin, going back and forth between the middle of his ribs. The minute he heard Fly's squealing and felt the young man's body writhe against his, Darken's cock started dripping and ached to be released from the jeans keeping it imprisoned. He began to wonder if he could resist his hormones much longer.

Flyboy's laughter reached a fevered pitch as his body thrashed against the cuffs and his eyes squeezed shut. The light teasing fingertips were driving him crazy. The spy knew he'd have failed interrogation training if they used this tactic against him. "Please, this is sooo wrong." Flyboy managed to scream.

Darken paused his assault long enough to grab a pair of scissors. He licked his lips and giggled when Flyboy's eyes widened.

"Darken, you're not serious…"

The tool-wielding man interrupted his captive's question by cutting enough of the shirt to uncover the nervous spy's upper body. After putting the scissors in a drawer, the blonde smirked and uncuffed Flyboy's legs one at a time, just long enough to remove his jeans and underwear. He restrained the captive again and removed his clothing.

The redhead closed his eyes in shame as he closed his eyes. Here he was, the agency's best spy, tied to a bed in just his socks, horny and rock hard, and unable to stop his enemy's tickling interrogation technique. Flyboy was yanked from his thoughts when his brain registered a ticklish sensation coming from the center of his sock-clad arches. He instantly yelped, and his feet twisted and tried avoiding the tickle attack. Working quickly, the spy attempted to block the disruptive tickles that Darken's index fingers created by slowly moving up and down the curved sensitive spot on his soles in opposite directions. Darken chuckled at the sight of this seasoned pro trying not to overreact to his weakness and give in without some fight. The blonde man knew what he was doing. He'd made a career out of gathering information this way. Flyboy's toes twitched as his cock jumped and caused the creamy substance inside to drip onto his skin. He was close to reaching his breaking point.

The torturous devil removed the only protection the captured spy's feet had. He licked his lips and switched to a new action. His plump, soft lips wrapped around his captive's big toe. The redhead's body arched, and lustful moans flew from his open mouth as Darken's tongue worked its way around the perfectly shaped toe. Meanwhile, the blonde's fingers lightly stroked up and down the top and sides of the squirming foot.

Laughter mixed with pleasured moans filled the room as Flyboy's hot, writhing body drowned in ecstasy, and his fingers dug into and clawed at the sheet-covered mattress. He was craving and aching for relief. Unable to take anymore, he screamed out. "I'LL TALK." Before he could blink, the redhead was released from his bondage.

Working quickly, Mike tore open a condom package and grabbed the lube. He placed the rubber on his throbbing, reddened cock, and applied a generous amount of lube to the fevered man writhing on the bed. The blonde paused and leaned in close to his mate. "Are you sure about this step, babe?" He whispered.

Unable to speak, Robbie nodded as he moaned and pressed his sweaty ass against the muscular man's throbbing cock. Once he was sure, Mike's manhood slowly and lovingly began its first entry into the boy of his dreams. Their eyes glazed over in euphoria as their bodies finally shared the most intimate physical aspect of their relationship. Love and the burning desire for this moment flooded the teen's entire beings as visions of the perfect union filled their minds. Beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads as their lips kissed, and teeth gently nibbled various exposed spots. Being that this was their first time making love, it didn't take long for their unified climax to happen. Once it did, and Mike was no longer inserted in his soulmate's body, the boys panted and lay side by side recovering.

"Row…"

"That was…”

"Indescribably…"

"Freakagicstic!"

Mike's boisterous laughter echoed off the walls as he rolled around and slapped the mattress. "That was an awesome one, my sweet lover."

"I loved the scene we just created, Mikey." Robbie smiled and squealed as his mate's fingers grazed his sensitive arms and back.

"You were sooo freakin' sexy, baby boy." Mikey giggled and kissed Robbie's forehead. "I almost ruined it by cumming in my jeans."

Robbie cuddled into his muscular blonde lover. He chuckled when his light tickles under Mike's chin made him squeak and giggle. "I was in the same situation. You were amazing as Darkenshadow."


"Flyboy's totally gonna be used again."

The teens shared another lovingly passionate kiss as they closed their eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms. Mike and Robbie were exhausted from giving their virginity to one another.

An hour and a half later, the pair started waking up. Mike and Robbie gazed into each other's eyes and smiled. Physically, they didn't feel any different than before. However, emotionally and spiritually was a different story. The guys felt a deeper connection with each other. They held hands and leaned in for a soft, loving kiss. Mike and Robbie gazed deeply into one another's eyes.

"You're wondering if I feel any regret or hesitation because of what we just shared and our future together." Robbie lovingly smoothed Mike's hair and softly whispered in his mate's ear.

The blonde sighed and nodded as his lover's strong heartbeat comforted and hypnotized him. "I can feel you in my deepest inner soul, Robbie." Mike paused and wiped his eyes. "It's so hard to explain coherently."

"I know how you're feeling because I feel the same way, Mikey." The redhead loved having his strong man wrapped in his arms. "You're an unerasable part of me, Mike Stetson. I have always carried you in my heart and soul. Now I can physically feel you in my body. The circle has been connected and can't be unbroken."

Mike sat up and stared into Robbie's eyes. Tears trailed down his cheeks. "That's the deepest and the most meaningful thing you've ever said to me."

The muscular teen wrapped his boy in an unbreakable bear hug and cried on the almost hairless chest. Robbie gasped at the emotions flowing between him and Mike. They were powerful, breathtaking, and filled with love. The redhead's tears splashed on Mike's hair as he returned the emotional embrace. Time stood still as the teens held one another and shed tears of love and joy. Finally, they broke apart and cracked up laughing because their stomachs growled in unison.

"So, what's Chef Row fixing tonight?"

Mike giggled as he wrapped his arms around Robbie's waist and tickled his boy's sides. The kitchen filled with the redhead's squeals and laughter as Robbie slid down to the floor with Mike tickling him the whole way. After a second, the blonde teen ceased tickling, and he cuddled the giggly boy.

"I'm making a Chef Robbie signature dish." Robbie paused and kissed Mike's nose. "Steak and garlic mashed potatoes with asparagus."

Mike's eyes widened, and he pouted. "Eeeewwwww! You know I hate asparagus. I'm not eating it."

Robbie growled and pinned Mike down so he couldn't move. "Michael Stetson. You're gonna eat what I fix." He started tickling his lover's sides and in his pit hollows. "Or else."

Mike shrieked and cackled as his fists and legs pounded the cabin's floor. "Or else what?" He asked through the boisterous tickle-induced laughter.

Robbie stopped tickling. "You can't touch my feet for the rest of the night." The redhead smirked triumphantly.

Mike gasped and tried to look tough. "You'd give in before me, Red."

Robbie's eyes narrowed. "Try me, blondie. I can sooo out last you on this one. If you don't eat your veggies, I'll make sure my feet and toes are so enticing that you'll be drooling." The redhead gave his mate a disinterested look and buffed his nails.

The muscular teen closed his eyes and shook his head. "Fine! You win. I'll eat my veggies."

Robbie giggled and kissed his mate. "I love you, Mikey. I'll make sure you'll love the asparagus. Also, if you can look me in the eyes and say you truly didn't like them. I'll give you full tickle rights to me for the night, no retaliation tickles. Just loving playful tickles."

Mike grinned and bear-hugged the other teen. "Deal, baby boy. Damn, you do drive a hard and scary bargain."

The two giggled and helped each other off the floor. An hour later, the teens were on the balcony, sipping their beer and eating. Mike looked into Robbie's eyes as he took a bite of the vegetable.

"Well?" Robbie asked as he sipped his beer and locked eyes with his mate.

"How'd you make this taste sooo good?"

"Chef's secret." Robbie giggled.

"There are ways to make a ticklish chef reveal his secrets." Mike grinned and pulled his lover's foot into his lap. His fingers lightly tickled the soft squirming sole as Robbie's boyish giggling and squeals filled the evening air.
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