Jamie-o was lucky enough to manage having sex with Rowan several times, and all over the cabin. The bedrooms weren't included, for the obvious reasons of people sleeping there. Jamie-o even took Rowan in the outdoor shower, fucking him hard against the shower wall as the hot water soaked them. Rowan had been bent over the tub, the kitchen counter, the table, and the couch so Jamie-o could pound into him. All in all, it had been a rather eventful day for the two and so they had gotten wonderfully exhausted by their, activities. By the time Robert and Liottie came back with the kids, both young adults were curled up in bead, completely asleep and pleasantly sedated. Somehow, in spite of the exhaustion, Jamie-o managed to gather enough energy to clean the cabin to a semi respectable state. Well, it was more he cleaned it up enough until it didn't look like someone just got completely debauched throughout the whole cabin.
"Hmm, I wonder where Jamie-o is? It's not like him to be in bed so early on a summer night," Robert said quietly, shifting Timberly gently in his arms. TImberly had asked to be carried earlier in the evening and had ended up falling asleep in her fathers arms.
"And I'm wondering why the windows are open. It's not like him to leave them open either. Sam, do you guys leave the windows open at your home?" Liottie asked the boy.
"Not really, we have about four windows, and three of them barely work. The window by the fire escape opens a touch, but only 'cause it'll stick otherwise, and that would be a fire hazard," Sam replied with a shrug.
"I see, then they shouldn't be open. I wonder if they burnt something," Liottie replied, concern coloring her voice.
"Dude, you guys need a better apartment," Gerald said with a shake of his head as he threw some stuff he got on the sofa.
"Willing to spot us three thousand for one?" Sam retorted just as quickly, doing the same with the stuff he got.
"Doesn't Rowan have a trust fund he could use?" Arnold asked, also putting his stuff on the recently cleaned couch.
"Yeah, but he wont use it," Jackson grumbled in reply.
"Why? If it's going to help, I don't see a problem," Liottie said.
"So mother and father wont check on him. Plus he's stubborn," Jackson replied before yawning. He refused to admit he was tired, though he did admit he had fun.
"Hmm, now that I think about it, I remember that our grandfather all gave us trust funs, he set it up so mother and father could get access to them," Sam said, a thoughtful expression in his slender face.
"So you guys could access it?" Arnold asked, his head tilting.
"Yeah, but the issue is brother getting the guts to go access it in the first place," Sam said, his thoughtful look becoming contemplative.
"Why would he need the guts? It sounds like the money would do you guys some good," Gerald said, a smile coming onto his face.
"I know, but brother doesn't really want to associate himself with our parents. Although if he does decide he wants it, he'll probably try and spoil us and Jamie-o," Sam said with a sigh.
"I see, wait, why would he spoil Jamie-o? You two I could see, but isn't Rowan the girl in the relationship?" Gerald asked as they went to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
"You forget Gerald, my brother is still a man, regardless of his girlish figure. Besides, my brother feels like he owes Jamie-o for all the help the dumb jock gave him, and he likes spoiling people Gerald, loves it in fact. It makes him feel better. Trust me, once you guys get to know him, he'll try and do it to you to," Sam replied after he spit into the sink.
"Really?" Arnold asked.
"Yup, he has been like that since our butler taught him to help the needy," Sam replied while popping his neck.
"The needy?" Timberly asked as she brushed her own teeth.
"Yeah, he used to be just as stuck up and spoiled as Jackson at one point until our butler, a kind old british man, took him to a homeless shelter to help out. It really stayed with him after that. Of course, it got worse after he became homeless, but that could do that to anyone," Sam replied with a one armed shrug.
"Hey! I am not spoiled, I'm just better then all of you paupers," Jackson said with a haughty air.
"Yes, you are Jackson. Your also a complete jerk," Arnold said calmly and patiently. In the past week or so, the O'neil siblings had learned enough about Arnold to understand that he was a very kind hearted optimistic about people and dire situations. They knew it is rare for him to call anyone names, rarer still for him to actually dislike someone. Jackson did understand this, and rather liked that bout the older boy, so he was rather dumbfounded when Arnold insulted him.
"N-no I'm not," Jackson started.
"Yes you are. All you've done this whole trip is through temper tantrums to get your way and through even bigger ones when they don't. No one likes being around that Jackson, not even your older brothers," Arnold replied, his own green gaze staring intently at the younger boy. A few moments later, the others left Jackson standing there, his teeth half done, in the once crowded bathroom, feeling like a complete moron. Regardless of his parents never being invested in him, they did insist on him being well mannered at all times. He had been well mannered at all since he got foisted Rowan, Jamie-o, and Sam so suddenly. In all honesty, he was completely terrified about being away from the only place he ever knew, though he had never felt more at home. Jackson hadn't been lying when he told Jamie-o that he and Rowan were his and Sam's parents. Now Jackson had to actually start acting like they were family.
The next day dawned bright in Jamie-o's and Rowan's room, causing them both to awaken from their rest. Jamie-o woke first, surprisingly, to the bright light and began to stretch before stilling when he noticed that Rowan was still using his chest as a pillow. A slow, lusty, smile came to his lips as the memories of the other day came to the for front of his mind. It had been rather enjoyable and Rowan was a very enthusiastic lover, which had made Jamie-o extremely happy. He gave a stifled groan when his morning erection brushed against Rowan's leg. Another, smaller, part of the jock screamed in rage, not happy with having sex with another man. Jamie-o promptly shut that part of his mind up and killed it dead with a rock.
In truth, Jamie-o had been a little uncomfortable with dating a man, but had gotten over it for the most part since Rowan was really easy to get along with. He did find it rather surprising at how easy it was to date another guy. Jamie-o mused silently that it probably had something to do with it being Rowan that was the other male; However, Jamie-o suspected that it was something else entirely. The jock had no doubt that he loved Rowan, but it was something else entirely as well. It probably had something to do with how much Rowan needed him. In spite of that, Jamie-o knew he loved women, the look and feel of them especially. He loved their curves and their softness. He loved how the felt in his arms too. Jamie-o looked down at Rowan and felt his lust stir wantonly. In that moment, Jamie-o realized why he was so attached to the little beauty in his arms. Rowan had be completely honest with him about almost everything. Especially if it concerned their relationship.
Rowan had always been pretty upfront with him, had listened and never tried to ask for more, even when he wanted it. The only thing Rowan really demanded was he help pay rent and pay for groceries. Gifts were almost impossible, though the gift of pounding into his tight little ass in the future would be a gift both of them could enjoy. Most of the girls he had dated in the past had either wanted him for a paycheck, a good pay check, or to be good looking arm candy. They had also been shallow, chauvinistic, egotistical whores who had nothing better to do then mess with him. There had been one girl who had made his day. Her name was Cameron and she was a charmingly geeky girl who'd given more kindness and sarcasm then most. They ended up breaking off in four months, though it was on exceptionally friendly terms, and to that day, they remained really good friends. Before Rowan, he'd talk to her about girl advice, or at least pointers for what not to say. She had gotten married at nineteen as was currently expecting her first child. He'd been the first to know and she expected him to be godfather.
Jamie-o tangled hand in Rowan's hair and continued to think on this whole thing. He wasn't going to back out, not after the things they went through so far. He loved Rowan deeply, and he'd keep it as long as humanly possible. A possessive, alpha male part of his brain said that Rowan was his, end of story, and no one could say or do anything about it. Besides, not to many people put up with his shit and then turned around and laughed at him for doing, or saying, it. Jamie-o also supposed that the reason he was still thinking about this was because of the whole macho man thing that's put out there in the media and at home. As he thought more on his reasons for being with Rowan, a stray thought puttered through his brain that made him pause and smile at it. Jamie-o's thought consisted of this, that it was easier being with a guy because of the whole guy/bro code. Plus Rowan didn't get pissy at him at the end of the month.
Moments later, Rowan began to stir, letting out a sleepy moan as he shifted. Jamie-o smiled down at his lover as dark eyelids fluttered open, revealing moss green eyes. Rowan smacked his lips tiredly before burring his face in the hollow between shoulder, wanting more sleep. Jamie-o smiled and tugged at a lock of Rowan's sable hair.
"Hmm?" Rowan asked sleepily.
"We gotta get up babe," Jamie-o said just as tiredly.
"Don't wanna," Rowan replied, his husky voice horse from his pleasured screaming. Jamie-o grinned, his length twitching slightly.
"Time?" Rowan asked, nuzzling Jamie-o's neck, planting several kisses on the dark skin there.
"9:40 AM, Ma's gonna come up soon," Jamie-o said, fingers once again tangling in Rowan's hair.
"Mmph, let 'er come," Rowan grumbled, moving the leg in between Jamie-o's thighs upwards. Jamie-o grunted pleasantly, letting his body shudder at the light touch.
"So, who's gonna explain why we're naked?" Jamie-o asked pleasantly. Rowan grumbled against Jamie-o's throat before nodding his head shallowly. Jamie-o grinned at his lover but before he moved, Rowan had quickly moved to stratal him, a lazy grin on his face. He reached down and began to stroke Jamie-o's thick cock. The jock let loose a moan as Rowan pumped him, his head thrashing wildly from side to side. The large man didn't notice Rowan grabbing a condom free from its box and the lube. He did feel it when the condom was rolled down on his throbbing length.
"What..?" Jamie-o asked in surprise.
"We better make this quick," Rowan replied as he lubed him up. Rowan slide his lubed hand around and dipped three of his slender fingers into his abused hole. The smaller male took seconds to scissor his three fingers, stretching his hole to accommodate Jamie-o's cock. As soon as he deemed himself stretched enough, he pulled himself up and gently lowered himself onto the meat that had made him see stars. Rowan panted slightly as Jamie-o stared up at his sexy lover, loving the position they were currently in. When Rowan deemed himself ready, he began bouncing on the thick meat in him, his hands supported on Jamie-o's broad chest. Jamie-o clutched Rowan's hips and helped his lover bounce on his hard shaft.
This continued for another long while before Rowan began begging for Jamie-o to fuck him. Not wanting to loose the angle they were currently in, Jamie-o placed his heels under him and thrust up harshly every time that Rowan bounced down. Rowan begged and panted for more, clutching at Jamie-o's pecks for a better grip. Several long moments later, Rowan climaxed across Jamie-o's chest as the jock climaxed seconds later. Rowan fell to his side, panting gently, Jamie-o panted along with him before he got up with a satisfied grin. He took off the condom and through it into the already full trash can, humming a pleased tune. Nothing like morning sex to get your blood going. As he pulled on his jeans, Rowan sat up quickly and promptly let out a yelp of pain before lying back down. Jamie-o turned around in a panic to see what the matter was.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Jamie-o asked as he scurried over.
"Jamie, we fucked, a lot, the other day. My lower back and ass hurt," Rowan replied with a grunt.
"Damn Jubes, I didn't mean to hurt ya. Shit, we shouldn't have fucked a few moments ago. Do you need anything?" Jamie-o asked, helping Rowan up.
"I told you yer big but no, don't listen to me. An Advil or Tylenol will help. Or a message on my lower back, but now there's no time for that," Rowan said as another shot of pain shot through his lower back.
"I'm sorry Jubes," Jamie-o replied, one of his hands gently rubbing Rowan's lower back.
"It's all right, the bath sex helped relax my muscles I think," Rowan responded with a loving grin. Jamie-o grinned back and hugged Rowan to him before helping his lover dress. When they got down stairs, Liottie gave them pointed looks, but didn't say anything. Both gave her sheepish looks but said nothing as they ate their meal.