Birds In Your Garden: Chapter 11
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Kevin stepped inside the door with Tim guiding him with a hand on his shoulder. He turned Kevin slightly and shoved him lightly, aiming Kevin for the couch. Kevin made it, dropping down heavily and falling over to lay down on the cushions, resting his head on his upper arm. Tim grinned at Kevin and shook his head chuckling lightly.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Jerry asked standing in the doorway from the kitchen with his hands on hips. "What's wrong with him?"

Tim looked to Kevin and back to Jerry. "Wrong? Nothing. He's just a bit, ah, plowed."

"Plowed?" Jerry asked, fury flooding into his face.

"Ah, lay off, Jerry," Tim smiled, "you don't know how long it took me to get him like this. He's not a lightweight anymore."

"Get him like this?" Jerry asked, coming into the room. He stood behind the easy chair and looked at Kevin draped over the cushions.

"He needed to chill out," Tim said. Jerry glared at him in complete displeasure. "Lay off, Jerry," Tim said a bit more firmly. "We had a really long talk and you need to lay off."

"Oh, I'm sure he gave you quite…"

Kevin lifted his hand slowly, trying to get their attention. "I'm here," he mumbled. "I haven't passed out yet. I know you're talkin' 'bout me."

"He did give me quite a story," Tim said ignoring Kevin's comment. "And if you'd bother to listen to what he has to say, you might learn something about him instead of tossing off lectures at him."

"Oh, give me a break, Tim," Jerry scowled, furrowing his eyebrows at him. "Sometimes Kevin needs to hear things Kevin doesn't want to hear."

Kevin lifted his hand again. "I'm still listening," he muttered.

"How about you hearing things you don't want to hear?" Tim questioned. "How about you hearing that maybe Kevin doesn't need to be told what he needs to do, Jerry? Listening to what he really has to say?"

"Yeah," Kevin agreed drunkenly. He opened his eyes and pointed to Tim. "What he said."

"Listen, little man," Jerry started, turning his attention on Kevin, "you may want to think you know everything there is to know, but sometimes, you may get something out of hearing something someone else has to say."

Kevin squinted his eyes and pushed himself up from the cushions to look at Jerry. "Little man?" he asked indignantly. "Dang…" he sighed, looking to Tim, "I gotta call the fellas...'specially Nick. No wonder he fucking hates everything coming out of my mouth." He looked back at Jerry and shook his head. "Goddamn, I become you. Aw, man…" He let himself drop back down onto the cushions and rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger in shock.

"Look, enough," Jerry said to the both of them. "I'm too tired to deal with this right now."

"Good," Kevin said, smoothing his hand through his hair. "I'm too drunk."

"Yeah, that's just stellar too," Jerry said sarcastically, looking to Tim.

"Tomorrow," Tim announced. "The both of you are going to sit down and have a rational conversation. You're both going to listen to each other if I have to gag and tie you both to the chair."

"The great mediator," Kevin said in an announcer's voice, tossing an arm open towards Tim.

Jerry shook his head in disgust and started towards the steps. "Get him to bed," he told Tim. "Mom doesn't need to find him passed out on the couch in the morning."

"No shit," Tim muttered after him, reaching down to tug Kevin up by the wrist.

"I don't know how we ever manage to take a shit without him tellin' us to wipe our ass," Kevin said, looking at Jerry as he climbed the steps.

"Shut-up, Kevin," Tim told him.

~

Kevin didn't bother to get out of bed for a long time, leaving his door closed and just listening to the noises around the house. If he closed his eyes, he might be fifteen again. The cold, wintry mornings before he'd be summoned to get ready for school, hearing everyone else getting ready for their day; water running, noises from the below in the kitchen, footsteps, doors closing, muffled voices, occasional laughter. But when he opened his eyes, there were no posters on the wall, or knapsack in the corner stuffed with schoolbooks. The room around him was definitely a guest room now and the deep rumbling voice wasn't his father's…it was Jerry's…and he didn't want to talk to him just yet. That punishment would come later.

He reached over to the nightstand and picked up his phone, checking his messages and remembered leaving a message on Nick's cell before he dropped down into the mattress to sleep off the bourbon. Nick wouldn't understand a single thing he said, he realized with a slight smile. 'I will never use the words "little man" again, Nicky. I promise. Just thought I'd let you know that. Punk ass is still in play, though. So don't expect miracles…guess that's all. Behave, punk ass. Talk to you later. Bye.'

He dropped his head back down on the pillow and hit a speed dial, closing his eyes as he listened to the ringing on the other end. "Hey, Leslie…Jana around?" he asked once they answered.

"Are you sick?" Leslie asked. "You sound awful."

"Hung over more than sick," he answered, hearing her knock on a door.

"Jana…it's your lush of a boyfriend," she giggled.

"Hey, you!" Jana said cheerfully. "How's things?"

"Could be better, I think," he answered. "Remind me never to let my brother take me out to forget my woes, okay?"

"Your brother?" she asked. "What's he doing in LA?"

"He's not," Kevin said, closing his eyes, trying to figure out the background noise on her end. "He's in Kentucky. So am I. I didn't quite make it to LA yet."

"Chicken," she teased.

He squinted his eyes open and rubbed his forehead. "Where are you? What's that noise?"

"This?" she asked, making it again.

"Yeah, that."

"It's bath water," she answered. "Although, Nigel thinks I'm laying in his drinking pond."

"Nigel?" he asked in confusion. "Who the hell is Nigel?"

She chuckled and he could hear her splash. "The cat, dork," she told him. "Apparently he likes the taste of bubbles. So, what woes were you drinking away last night with your brother?"

He groaned and exhaled heavily. "Don't want to get into it," he told her. "Just wanted to talk to you. How's Long Island?"

"Nothing's changed," she answered. "I went to the gym and got myself on the schedule to teach a few classes next week and went to the studio and bribed my way into some rehearsal time to start practicing on some audition routines. Time to get moving, you know? Back into shape."

"How could you be out of shape?" he asked lightly. "I just saw you three days ago and you were far beyond out of shape, darlin'."

"I start teaching some classes in a few days and can get my head back into some new moves once I get limbered up again," she continued. "Hopefully something will come along that will get me back in a show of some sort. I've been spoiled now having actually worked again. Kinda got used to having some money on occasion. Odd that, huh? Nigel! No!"

"What's he doing?"

"He's gonna get himself sick if he keeps eating bubbles," she said, her voice changed into a slightly higher tone.

"Please tell me you were talking to the cat like that and not me."

"Yes," she said, still in that tone. "Sorry." He voice went normal again. "I've missed having my boy around. He loves his mom still."

"He loves his dinner dish from what I remember of the blur I got to see of him," he teased. "Sure they didn't give you a small cow instead of a kitten when you got him? Does he actually meow, or does he moo?"

"Leave my boy alone," she protested. "He's just big boned, aren't you, Noodlehead? So, when are you braving Los Angeles?"

"Sooner than later, I think," he answered. "Depends on how long Jerry's going to hang out, I think. I'm so not in the mood for his crap right now."

"Giving you a hard time about me?" she asked.

"Oh, it's not about you," he sighed, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. "It's all about me. It's…I dunno, a lot of things, I think. Tim is going to make us be nice at some point today and I was kind of thinkin' I might just stay in bed all day and try to get out of it."

"Oh, you're still in bed? What a slacker! You think you're on vacation or something?"

"Three whole weeks of it, baby," he said thankfully. "And, to be honest, it's kind of sucking at the moment."

"Didn't you like sucking a few days ago?" she teased. "What did they do to you in Kentucky, Kevy?"

"Oh, don't go there," he closed his eyes, whining.

"Why not?" she asked innocently. "You did like it, didn't you? You weren't pretending when I had you in my mouth like some gobsmacker, were you?"

"No," he chuckled uncomfortably, "I really enjoyed that. But would prefer not to think about it while I'm laying under my mother's roof, with my entire family able to come in at any second."

"And why's that, Kevy?" she taunted. "I simply don't understand. I shouldn't remind you of the way I had you in my mouth? Running my tongue around…"

"You're evil," he whispered quietly, already feeling his cock begin to stiffen.

"But you were calling out to God the other day when I…"

"Jana," he interrupted with a quiet chuckle.

"No, I distinctively heard you calling out to God," she replied in a matter of fact tone. "You might have said my name, but I don't think it was while I ran my lips along your length and sucked just under…"

"Jana," he interrupted again, a bit more firmly.

"No, you were saying that when I had your cock in my hands and rubbing it against myself," she told him. "I think it was little more whiney though. Like you were begging to do something else? What was it that you were begging to do again?"

He inhaled slowly and ran his free hand over his erection beneath the blankets. "I can't do this right now," he whispered uncomfortably, closing his eyes to the sensation of his touch. "I swear, they're gonna to walk in as soon as…"

"As soon as what? What would they walk in on, Kevy?" she questioned in fake innocence. "What are you thinking? Did I get you all excited? Oops. I didn't mean to. I was just trying to figure out what it was again that you wanted to do so badly."

"I wanted to be inside you," he whispered lightly, staring at the door, watching to see if the handle would start turning.

"Hmm…inside me? Inside me how? How could you be inside me?"

"There's two or three ways that I can think of," he said, keeping his voice low, still rubbing himself slowly.

"Two or three?" she asked questionably. "Can you, maybe, describe one or two or three of those ways? I seem to have forgotten. Maybe, as I lay here naked, I can figure out what you mean if I touch myself exactly the way you describe it."

"I can't do this," he chuckled lightly, taking a sharp breath as his mind flashed to Jana being naked, straddling him on the mattress. "There is a house full of people waiting for me to get up."

"By the sounds of it, you're pretty, um, up already…without the house full of people watching. Unless, you're into people actually watching. That could be pretty kinky. Do you like people to watch, Kevy? Do you like to watch, Kevy?"

"Watch what?" he asked knowingly.

"Watch people fuck," she answered. "Or, maybe you like to watch your girlfriend touch herself as she thinks about you? Running her hands over her breasts." He could hear the bath water trickle and slosh in the background. "Kind of like I'm doing now and oh…pinch her own nipples as they get hard because it feels so good and makes her wet."

He took a long, deep breath, shifting beneath the blankets to bend a leg, hoping that should someone walk in, they may not figure out what he was doing with his other hand under the tent it made. "Wet?" he asked quietly.

"Very," she answered him. "It makes it so easy to rub my fingers over my clit. Like you do, you know? When you're next to me and I don't have any clothes on? How you reach down and run your fingers between my legs and I," she paused, moaning into the receiver lightly, "and I moan because you feel so good. But not half as good as when rub my clit between your finger and thumb. You make me want to come so hard when you do that. Do you remember doing that?"

He exhaled slowly, trying to control his breathing. "Yeah, I remember that."

"Do you know what's even better than that?" she asked, panting lightly into his ear.

"No, what?"

"Your tongue," she said pointedly. "When you flatten your tongue along my clit. And you know what's even better than that?"

"Tell me," he whispered gruffly.

"When you wrap your lips around me, sucking and slide your fingers inside to fill me at the same time," she said slowly. "And better than that…much better than that, baby, when you slide your dick through that wetness, deeper and deeper and make me moan with how good you feel. When you make me want you so bad that I can't think straight and want you to pound your cock hard and fast inside…like I want you to be doing to me now, baby," she moaned. "I so fucking want you right now, Kevin. Do you want to do that right now? Do you want to fuck me right now?" He couldn't even answer. He couldn't even catch his breath, trying to keep silent as he ran his thumb over the tip of his dick, taking sharp intakes of quick breaths with each stroke. "Kevin…are you picturing me naked? Do you see me beneath you, my hands pinching your nipples, leaning up to suck them between my lips? My hands reaching down to your balls, holding them in my palm and rubbing them like you like me to? My fingers sliding along that spot underneath, that spot that drives you wild before I have to grab onto your hips and push you further and further inside…taking all of you deep inside?" He held his breath, shuttering against his hand and closing his eyes tightly as he released in orgasm. He could hear her moan in his ear, chuckling lightly at her accomplishment. "And you were worried about someone walking in," she teased.

"Now I'm worried about how I'm supposed to clean this up without staining the sheets," he told her, taking a deep breath.

"How about sacrificing a few tissues?"

"There aren't any nearby," he told her, closing his eyes as his body pulsed in pleasure.

"A pair of boxers?" she suggested.

"I think that might be my only hope," he admitted. "You're an evil, evil woman, Jana Williams."

"I don't know," she sighed lightly, "bet I managed to take your mind off your brother for a while. I would think that'd be something you wouldn't mind. Did you not enjoy it, Kevy?"

"I'd enjoy it more if it was real and not my imagination."

"Yeah, well…so would I, but who knows when that will be."

"I can be there in about five-six hours," he said.

"I can't be," she answered. "I've got rehearsal time scheduled."

"Party pooper," he teased. "Makin' me hang out here and deal with my family."

"Yeah, it's a hardship, I know," she said ironically. "Making you hang out with the people you've missed for how long was it, Kevin?"

"I know," he sighed knowingly. "It'd be better if you were here, though. They might chill out a bit and start understanding why I'm so in love with you again."

"Do me a favor? Don't tell them it's because I offer great phone sex, okay?"

"Ah, no, I think that secret is pretty safe," he laughed.

"My bath is cold, Kevy," she said, and he could hear the water draining. "I gotta go."

"Yeah, me too before they really do walk in and wonder if I'm still alive. I'll call you tomorrow? You gonna be around?"

"It's a good possibility," she said. "If not, I'll leave instructions with Leslie to pretend she's me and she can get you off."

"I think I'd notice the difference," he said. "Besides, all I really needed was to hear your voice."

"Now he tells me," she laughed.

"Baby, all I need is to know is that you're out there some where thinking of me and I'll be okay."

"Then be okay, Kev," she said gently. "Because it's all I seem to be doing."

"Me too," he admitted. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure," she said and he was certain he could hear her smiling. "Love you, baby."

"You too."

~

Jerry hung back in the hallway, listening to the melody Kevin was playing on the piano from the living room. He didn't recognize it, but felt himself anticipating the notes, feeling it's ease and calmness filter through the house calmly. Tim and Ann had headed into town to shop for dinner, and Jerry just returned from walking around the yard. He hadn't seen Kevin at all yet and he instinctively knew the look Kevin would give him the second Kevin would lay eyes on him; a deep, smoldering impatient look that reminded Jerry of that sulky four year old pouting in the corner when he didn't get his way.

He took another step closer, just enough peer into the room to see Kevin sitting on the piano bench. His shoulders were slightly rounded, his head lowered slightly and Jerry couldn't be sure if Kevin's eyes were open or not. Part of him felt guilty for interrupting Kevin, knowing as soon as he walked into the room this calmness would change, but he did want to talk to Kevin without anyone else around.

"So, you going to stand out there and eavesdrop?" Kevin asked, still playing easily.

Jerry took a step into the room, watching Kevin watch him as he started playing a different song. This one he did recognize, but it had been a long time since he heard it. "What's this?" he asked as he leaned over the top of the piano to watch Kevin's hands.

"Song called 'Like a Child'," Kevin answered, singing along lightly briefly.

"You've gotten a heck of a lot better on that thing," Jerry said with a smile. "What was that other thing you were playing?"

Kevin started playing the other melody with a shrug. "I don't know," he answered easily. "Not finished yet, I guess." He kept playing easily without looking up to Jerry or speaking, slipping into another song he recognized. Kevin looked up to him, a distant look in his eyes and a slight, almost teasing smirk on his face.

"Is that for my benefit?" Jerry asked with a lift of an eyebrow.

Kevin shrugged, turning his focus back to the keyboard. "You have something against Elton John?" he asked nonchalantly before starting to sing along. "…piano man he makes his stand…in the auditorium…looking on she sings the songs…the words she knows the tune she hums…but oh how it feels so real…lying here with no one near…only you and you can hear me…when I say softly, slowly…hold me closer tiny dancer…count the headlights on the highway…lay me down in sheets of linen…you had a busy day today…"

"You really think you love her this much, Kev?" Jerry asked calmly, watching Kevin's calm face as he continued playing.

Kevin shook his head slowly, puckering his lips slightly. "'Blue jean baby…LA lady…seamstress for the band…pretty eyed, pirate smiled, you'll marry a music man…' I don't think, Jer," he said, looking up to his brother. "There's no doubt in my mind in the least."

"I know you, Kev. You get something in your head and you make it work until it works out the way you want it," Jerry said, pulling back from the piano to rest his weight on one foot, his fingers lightly touching the polished finish of the piano. "And, well…I was hoping you'd get it in your head to make it work with Kristin."

Kevin looked back down to the piano, still playing and slowly shaking his head as his fingers found the notes carelessly. "I know what you want me to do, Jerry," he said, lifting his shoulders up slightly as he played a strong chord. "'Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand…and now she's in me…always with me…tiny dancer in my hand…' But I know what I need to do." He dropped his hands to his lap, the silence suddenly filling in around them. "It's what I'm gonna do. Jana's it, Jerry. I can't change that." He looked up to him with a clear, distinctive gaze and lifted his shoulder. "I can't change the way things are and I'm not going to keep trying to change 'em."

"And that's it?" Jerry asked.

"That's it," he said with a firm nod. "I'm done fighting about it. I've considered other options, but for me, this is the best thing. I've considered what you're suggesting whether or not you want to believe that." He tilted his head to the side easily and lifted his shoulder again. "I'm just not going to keep fighting about it. Say what you want. I made up my mind."

He looked back down to the piano, slowly starting to play, not speaking for a long time, mouthing words quietly. "..ask no questions, take no side…who's to say who's right or wrong…whose course is braver run? Still we are, have always been, will ever be, as one…What is done, has been done for the best, though the mist in my eyes might suggest, just a little confusion about what I'd lose, but if I started over, I know I would choose, the same joy, the same sadness each step of the way that fought me and taught me that friends never say good-bye…"

"I wasn't expecting this to go this way after yesterday," Jerry said honestly, leaning his elbows down, shaking his head as he looked at Kevin.

Kevin rubbed his hands along his thighs slowly as he looked at the keys. "You know, Jerry," he said, looking up to him, "I'm not here all that often. I still walk in the door sometimes and expect dad to be here somewhere. I don't want you trying to take his place - and I mean that in the least offensive way. Tim had to remind me yesterday that you're being a big brother and I'm not used to being the little brother anymore. I don't think we need to revise the old family hierarchy, do we? Can we just be adults?"

"Kind of hard not to behave like adults when you talk like that," Jerry said.

"When you let me talk," Kevin told him placidly. "I'm not asking you to think I'm making the right decision, I'm just asking that you let me make it."

"Well, I don't think you are making the right decision," he started.

"I'm well aware of that," Kevin interrupted. "It's been made though. Kristin knows about it. We've decided to stay together until after Christmas so she can see everyone and give us time to figure out what we need to do and how we want to settle things."

"And what about Jana in that time?"

"What about her? She's not going anywhere and knows we need to give this time to work itself out for the best for everyone."

"So, she's just waiting around for you?"

Kevin shook his head and sighed. "Maybe it's better we don't go into this."

"I'm just asking, Kevin."

"We're together, Jerry," Kevin told him firmly. "Is there some other way to show I'm having an affair more than how I'm already doing it? If you want to see it as her waiting around for me, than, yeah, that's what she's doing."

Jerry pushed himself back from the piano and turned his head away. "Yeah, maybe it's best we don't discuss this."

"Fine by me," Kevin answered, fingering a few keys mindlessly with one hand.

"Just…"

"No," Kevin interrupted, looking up to Jerry with a determined expression. "Just let's leave it where it is, okay? I know how you feel about it. You're not going to convince me anymore than I'm going to convince you, right? Let it go."

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