Propositions By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimers: I don't own Ephram, Colin, Bright or any other characters you might recognize, I'm just borrowing them for my amusement. So don't sue me.
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright/Colin slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 4: A Streetcar Named Desire
This chapter is also available in an NC-17 version if any of you would rather read it instead f this PG-13 one. You can find it on my webpage, under my Everwood fanfiction.
"Hey Ephram!" Bright yelled, chasing the dark haired boy down the hallway as he made his way towards the exit.
"Hey man, how are you doing? We were supposed to meet last night but you didn't show up." Bright said, catching up to Ephram and getting in step with him.
"Sorry, must have forgot," Ephram said, not bothering to look up.
"Are you ok?" Bright asked, looking sideways at Eprham.
He was met with silence.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride home," Bright said, concern evident in his voice.
"It's ok, I'll ride my bike."
They continued walking down the hallway, Bright staring at Ephram, Ephram staring at the ground.
When they reached the parking lot, Ephram headed for the bike rack, and grabbed his bicycle, ignoring the fact that Bright stood behind him the entire time, studying his movements.
"We need to talk," was all Bright said, before grabbing Ephram by the arm and dragging him towards his truck, bike in tow.
Ephram didn't say a word, just let himself be dragged and pushed into the passenger's seat.
Bright took the bike and threw it in the back of the truck, then got into the driver's seat and started the car.
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Ephram sat unmoving while Bright drove them past the school and onto Ephram's street.
He turned into Ephram's driveway and turned off the engine.
For a moment they both sat there neither moving nor daring to look at the other.
Finally Bright turned to face Ephram, taking in the boy's nervous demeanor.
Ephram was staring at a spot on the dashboard, his hands had a vice-like grip on his book bag and his knuckles had turned white.
"Ephram, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you or jump you or anything." Bright said, trying to use humor to break the tension, but Ephram just got more rigid.
"Ephram talk to me. Did something happen between you and Amy? I could talk to her, maybe smooth things over. Are you having second thoughts about our plan? Come on Ephram say something," Bright almost pleaded, trying to work some words out of the other boy.
"Whatever it is, we can fix it, please just say something." Bright put his hand on Ephram's shoulder, hoping to get the other boy to speak.
Slowly, Ephram looked up, meeting and holding Bright's gaze.
For a moment they stayed like that, then Ephram leaned in and closed the gap between him and Bright, digging his hands in Bright's hair and pulling the boy closer while he devoured Bright's mouth.
Not feeling any response from Bright, Ephram grew very still and slowly moved away, averting his gaze his face turned as red as the truck.
Bright gaped at Ephram for a moment in shock, then sensing the other boy's reaction, he leaned forward and attacked the other boy's mouth with as much fervor as Ephram had shown him moments before.
Bright cupped Ephram's chin as he slipped his tongue in Ephram's mouth as he ran his other hand down his back and under both of Ephram's shirts.
Ephram moaned into Bright's mouth as Bright's hands begun to roam up and down his back, tracing lazy tiny circles on his back.
"What about your dad and Nina?" Bright managed to get out as he kissed Ephram's chin.
"They're at a school play with Sam and Delia," Ephram answered, fighting for breath before recapturing Bright's lips.
Bright pushed himself up off his seat and closer to Ephram, pressing the other boy against his seat and bringing his hands to the front of Ephram's shirt and teasing his nipples.
Bright smiled when he felt Ephram's hands hesitantly touch his back and begin to mimic Bright's movements.
They kissed until they were both out of breath, then Bright pulled away stroking Ephram's cheek and bringing the other boy's eyes up to meet his in a meaningful glance.
"Glad to have cleared that up," Bright finally said, leaning down to capture Ephram's lips once more before the boy jumped out of the car and walked into his house, a smile on his face.
