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The Company You Keep

Reese offers to drive back, and I'm too tired to argue. We spend most of the ride in silence. That wasn't exactly how I wanted his first night in the city to go. I stare out the window and try to think of a way to salvage the evening.

“Is that the kind of company you like?" Reeses voice is joyless.

“No. That's why we broke up." I sigh. “I can't believe you punched him."

“I'll just kill him next time."

“Reese!"

“No one should ever treat you that way. Ever." His words are full of rage. “Puttin' his paws all over you, groping you, that's assault!"

“I'm fine, Reese."

It's quiet until we stop in the driveway. “Cody is nice."

I head to the door and walk to the kitchen. Turning on the lights I gather supplies from the liquor cabinet and start mixing a drink. Reese fidgets in place, looking like he did when he was in trouble as a teen.

“Want anything?"

“Just whatever you're having, Uncle Tom." In that moment he seems to become smaller, smaller than me even. “Are you mad at me?"

I take our glasses outside to the backyard and have a seat in the cool evening air. Today has not gone according to plan at all. Despite my best efforts I just can't seem to get Reese comfortable, it's only been a day, but this can't be making a good first impression.

And he grabbed my ass?!

He sits next to me, his leg touching mine. “Uncle Tom? Are you… are you mad at me?"

I take a long, long, drink. “I wanted you to have fun today."

“I was having fun until that jackass groped you!"

“Reese." I glare, he goes quiet, looking like a schoolboy again. “It just feels like it's been awkward between us all day." I shake my head. “Am I making you uncomfortable? Do we need to reconsider this–"

“No! I'm not uncomfortable, Uncle Tom, I swear I–" He places a paw on my shoulder.

“You didn't want to go to the bar at all, you shot me down when I tried to tell you you can bring guys home, you clock out when I mention I might want to go on a date sometime, and immediately pick a fight with my Ex! what's wrong, Reese? Is it just gross thinking of your Uncle having sex?" I laugh nervously, attempting to lighten the mood. “You gotta know that I'm a dude, I need some company sometimes."

Reese stares into his glass.

“Buddy, come on, what's the matter?" I place a hand on his knee and he jerks to life.

He stares at me. “You won't laugh or be mad?"

“Never."

He parts the curtain of hair that obscures his eyes, they're big and brown, and full of anxiety. “U-uncle… Tom." He swallows. “I really like you."

“I like you too, buddy."

He groans. “No, like, I like you a lot."

The gears in my head begin to clunk, clunk, clunk away. “I… I like you a lot?"

“Fuck this." Reese grabs the back of my head and pulls my lips to his. His large tongue wrestles mine down, at first I try to shove away from him, but he holds firm. Hot air flows from his nostrils and he lifts me into his lap. He thrusts himself up against me, driving his growing bulge between my cheeks.

He lets me go and looks down at me, he seems… afraid?

I sit in his lap, dumbstruck. “Reese, bud, I–I'm not sure what to… to say?"

His eyes droop and he slides me out of his lap. “I should go to bed."

“No, Reese. Stay. We have to talk about this." I put on my 'uncle' voice.

He winces. “Yes sir."

“Reese, I'm 49, you're 25."

“So?! I'm an adult now!" He pouts.

“I've known you your entire life. I see you like my nephew, my real nephew, I helped raise you!"

“Some guys think that's hot!"

“Reese."

“Sorry sir." He puts his hands in his lap.

“It just wouldn't be right, we're practically family."

He squirms and I feel guilty watching him. He was jealous. That's why he hated it when I brought up other guys. I had a feeling he had a crush on me years go when he was still just an awkward teen but I chocked that up to hormones, I never imagined he held a candle for me all these years.

“I don't care!" He stomps a hoof. “I like you, I'm an adult, and I could treat you way better than fucking Bruce!"

“Reese! Language!" A petty condemnation.

“No! You're my best friend, I'm not sure I would have got through college without your help, and you're fucking cute!" He growls. “I get pissed thinking other dudes, way worse dudes, are… are… making you their bitch! I could do it way better!"

“Reese. Quit pouting and think logically." I glare. “What would your parents think?! They'd hate me and I can't stomach that."

“No they wouldn't!" He throws his hands in the air.

“How do you know that?!"

“I asked!"

“Come on Reese you–" I blink. “You asked?"

“Yes! Fuck!"

“Elaborate." I nod, confused.

He sinks into the couch. “Remember a couple summers ago when we all went on that beach trip?" I nod and gesture for him to continue. “Well that night after the casino when mom got smashed and passed out, I… I overheard you and my dad."

“Overheard us… Oh my God." My face burns.

“So, like, after the trip I confronted him, I thought he was cheating on Mom." He shrugs. “He explained the situation, and Mom backed him up. I was still mad at them, like, super pissed."

I remember hearing from his parents things were rough the rest of the summer, but they never explained why.

“I was jealous. You were my first crush so hearing you uh…" He looks away. “Hearing you beg my dad for uh… You know… made me really mad."

Somehow my face becomes an even deeper shade of red.

“So I told my dad it was fucked up he and mom were leading you on! You deserved better, and that he couldn't mess with you like that anymore, and it had to stop!" He frowns. “Dad grilled me on it. Mom figured it out first, though."

“Reese, buddy." My heart sinks.

“I told them yeah, I had feelings for you. Whenever you came to visit was like, the only time anything cool happened. I swear Tom, I almost made my move at my college graduation, remember? You spent the night in my room." He blushes. “You were drunk so I carried you upstairs and fuck…You always told me never make a move on a drunk dude, so I didn't."

I feel a surge of pride at his confession, we did a good job with him!

“But I really wanted to. I had to run to the shower and rub one out." His voice gets low. “Just like when I got here."

“After… While you were in the shower?!"

“Yeah, I left the door open. I hoped you'd see." He rubs his neck. “Can't we at least try? Please." He stares with pleading, desperate eyes.

“Wouldn't it be weird knowing your dad and I…"

He gags. “Ugh, yes. Before I moved here he gave me tips, seemed, like, way too supportive of the idea. It was gnarly."

I stare up at the young stallion. “What kind of tips?"

“Like how to kiss you, how you like being on bottom, how to best get you uh," He exhales, the warmth of his breath washing over me. “How to get you ready."

I swallow the rest of my drink and meet his gaze. “Ready for what, Reese?"

His nose touches mine. “Ready to get fucked, Uncle Tom."

“Go on, then. Get me ready." This outta be good.

Reese forces a 'tough-guy' look. “Y-you're gonna choke on my cock a-and I'll–uh, I'll…"

“Alright, Reese." I pat his snout. “No more of that. You wanna show me you're better than Bruce?"

He glares at the name.

“Then make me your bitch."