House of Clues – Part 1

House of Clues – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos

It was Veterans’ Day — no school for students, but moms and dads still have to go to work.  Some of them do, anyway.  Rory’s mom was home.  Mia’s mom was home.  Conor’s dad was home.  Lyla’s mom said there was no way she was letting Lyla have friends over after she cut school before.  So where to spend the day?

“Let me rephrase that question,” Rory told Mia over the phone.  “Where to spend the day the way we’d like to?”

“Call Johnny,” Mia suggested.

Johnny Walker had become one of their best friends.  Rory was winger to Johnny’s forward on the soccer team for two years, and Mia had been in classes with him.  Cutting school one day, recently, and playing naked games in their friend Lyla’s bedroom, the Sophomores had realized they should have invited Johnny that day.  Since then, they’d made an effort to include him in their daily plans: hanging out, going to the movies, Halloween, and other nonsense — like fucking him in a threesome a couple weeks ago at Mia’s house, and again at Lyla’s.

Rory texted Johnny.

Johnny did not reply.

* * *

Johnny got about cleaning his room.  The house was fine.  He checked the pantry to see if he had any snacks, and found a new bag of Doritos and one opened canister of Pringles.  For beverages, there were only a couple cans of Mountain Dew Baja Blast.  He made a pitcher of grape Kool-Aid.

He looked at the clock.  There was time for a quick shower.  It had been just a lazy morning, so far, so he hadn’t bothered.  But if Mia and Lyla were coming over, then he wanted to be presentable.

He had just finished combing his brown hair and wrapped a towel around himself when he exited the washroom to find his older brother, Scott, kissing his girlfriend.  The blond goddess Fiona had arrived.

“I had to play chauffeur for my brother and his little friend, today,” she told Scott as Rory and Conor followed her in.  The younger men high-fived the Varsity Soccer player as they passed him.  Johnny, Rory, and Conor all played on the JV Soccer team, but they knew Johnny’s brother from practice, and just from being a prince of the school.

Fiona noticed Scott’s topless little brother leading the boys away.  “Your brother’s cute.  Haven’t seen his bod since we went to that pool party.  The soccer season has done him well.”

“He’s a little me,” Scott remarked.

“In all ways?” Fiona kidded with a wink, massaging her boyfriend’s cock through his sweats.

“Nearly.”  Scott thought it over.  “Pretty close.  Except, you know, he plays the cello, not the sax.”

In Johnny’s bedroom, Rory and Conor fell on the bed.  Conscious of their friend’s situation of just coming out of the shower, Rory offered, “Sorry we’re early, man.  Fiona asked for the car, and my mom said she could have it if she drove us over.”

“S’okay,” Johnny waved that off.  He hesitated in taking off his towel, though, and getting dressed in front of his friends.  Propriety said they should have waited in the frontroom for him.  But they were his friends.  And they’d seen him naked in the locker room and showers every day for the past nine weeks.  And he’d fucked Rory.  So, who cared?  He dropped the towel.  The boys didn’t even react.

“I just didn’t know Conor was coming,” Johnny said, opening his drawer for socks and underwear.

“Is that okay?” Conor asked, suddenly concerned.

“It’s fine,” Johnny lied.  When he’d seen Conor enter his house with Rory, his heart dropped, and if anyone had seen his eyes, they’d have known it, too.  Johnny was head-over-heels for Lyla, but for some reason Lyla continued to go out with Conor.  The idiot was the bane of Johnny’s existence.

Johnny took a silent breath and told himself it was okay.  He was the host, today, so it would be okay.  From Rory’s text, he’d hoped that it would be Rory-Mia, and himself-Lyla, and that she’d finally ditched Conor.  Now he had to deal with Conor.  And the ‘5th wheel’ problem.  The last time that happened, Johnny had left his friends and went home, but this was his house.  “You’re welcome here,” he told Conor.  “I just don’t know if I have enough food in the house to feed you!”

“Yeah, we should have brought something,” Rory agreed.  Quickly and silently, he texted Mia to grab a bag of snacks on her way.

Before putting clothes on, Johnny found his deodorant on top of his dresser.  Rory noticed the brand.  “Hey, you’re a Nightpanther man, eh?”

“Why, yes,” Johnny went into manly-mode.  “The ladies enjoy my sandalwood and chocolate scent when I’m on the prowl.”  He laughed and applied the Old Spice stick to his pits.

“I’m a Krakengard man, myself,” Rory said.

“Release the Kraken!” Conor ordered.

Rory was a bit confused.  “Here?  Now?”  ‘Releasing the Kraken’ had become code for whipping his dick out.

“I was just joking, but… you want a blowjob?” Conor shrugged.

Rory kicked his head toward Johnny.  “Our host is actually naked, still, you know.  You could offer him one.”

Johnny had just capped up his pit-stick and was about to put on his boxer briefs, but he delayed that.  True, Conor was not his favorite person.  Besides his going out with Lyla, the girl Johnny wanted, he’d caused Johnny some consternation on the soccer pitch this season.  On their team, Conor was a midfielder, but not too good on defense.  Not that they’d lost a match because of anything Conor did, specifically, like kicking the ball in the wrong goal, but if Johnny were on an opposing team, he would recognize Conor as a weakness and attack his position.  That happened often.  The kid was enthusiastic, though, and knew how to pass.  If he offered a blowjob, Johnny would accept.

Conor looked over his naked friend.  Johnny’s wet-dry brown hair kind of in a mess; his cute face; his muscled pecs, better than his own; his abs a little sharper than his own; and a nice cock with a good length, getting thicker as he looked at it, with a shock of dark brown hair a little wilder than his own.  “You do have a nice cock, Johnny.”

Johnny didn’t back away, nor did he put on his underwear.  He did turn slightly more toward Conor, though.  Conor took that as acceptance and took Johnny’s cock in hand, and then he took Johnny’s cock in his mouth.

Conor never thought he’d get to do this.  He’d blown Rory too many times to count since middle school, and fucked him a countable number of times, but hadn’t branched out to do it with any guy other than Rory.

The large cock felt satisfying in his mouth.  He sucked on Johnny’s head long enough to make sure he was fully hard, then pulled off and licked down the side to his balls.  He didn’t suck his balls, though — they were too large for him.  And they were fuzzy.  But he did cradle them, massage them, and give them a good lick before his tongue made his way back up along the vein in a slalom.  Johnny had nice balls, he decided.  He would show his forward that he was good for something.

As Conor passed over the front side of Johnny’s scar, he noted that he flinched.  He would remember that.  He circled his crown, then took him inside and began a bob that actually made his friend moan.

Rory didn’t undo his pants, just shoved his hand down into them.  He wasn’t sure if he was meant to be a part of this, but he couldn’t help reacting.

“And what pit-stick do you use, Conor?” Johnny asked in his haze.

“Um… Fiji?” Conor said when his mouth wasn’t full.

“That’s one of the ‘island’ scents.  That’s like piña colada, or something,” Johnny knew.  “Got to have an ‘animal’ scent, like us men!”

“Yeah, us men!” Rory agreed.

“Hey, I used to use Wolfthorn, but I ran out and my mom got me Fiji,” Conor complained.

“His mom got it for him,” Rory teased.

“We’ll give you a break this one time,” Johnny snickered.  It was fun laying into their friend.

Conor pulled off Johnny, briefly.  “Do you want to cum?  Or just…?”

“I’d… I’d like to cum…”

Conor went back down to finish the job.  He picked up the pace on his bob, but made sure his tongue flicked the knot in Johnny’s scar each time. 

Johnny gripped Conor’s shoulders.  He might have held his hair, Conor had a mop of black hair he’d let grow wilder now that the soccer season was over, but running his fingers through it would be too personal, as if he liked the guy.  Rory had nice hair, Johnny decided.  When Rory blew him, Johnny liked running his fingers through his blond hair.  But only when he blew him.

Johnny held Conor’s shoulders tighter and he began to sway, letting Conor know he needed it faster without fucking his mouth.  Conor knew the end was coming soon.  How would he end it?  He wanted to taste Johnny’s cum, but he also wanted to see it.  But if he watched it, it might get on his shirt and he wanted to stay clean for the girls.  He sucked harder.

“Conor…” was all the warning Johnny gave him.  Then he came, his body spasming sharply, holding onto Conor’s shoulders and doing his best not to shove his cock down his throat.  Conor was adept at blowjobs, though, and kept the root of Johnny’s cock in his fist so he couldn’t get much further inside.  He did take all of Johnny’s cum, though some leaked out as he pulled away.

“Tastes like chicken,” Conor said in a Timon from Lion King voice.  That actually got a laugh from Rory.

Johnny fell back to his bed.  It was a good cum.  Would he have to reciprocate?  He honestly didn’t want to.  He and Rory had sucked and fucked, recently, but there was no way he’d do Conor.

“Thanks for letting us come over, dude,” Rory said, picking up Johnny’s towel and handing it to Conor to clean his chin.

“Anytime, if it means getting a quality blowjob.”  Johnny caught his breath and finally got about getting dressed in his khakis and a black/white polo.  He secured a long wrist brace on his right forearm, then they headed out to the frontroom to wait for the girls.

“What you got there?” Rory asked Conor about the little bag he’d produced from his pocket.

“Hmm?  Oh, just some Chuckles,” Conor said when he finished the piece of jelly candy in his mouth.  He then selected the orange one and popped it in his mouth.  “Want one?  I got… licorice, lemon, and cherry left…”

Rory took the licorice one, but it tasted funny.  “Hey, Conor?  I don’t think these are Chuckles.  Let me see the bag again.”

“Well, maybe they’re not name brand Chuckles, they’re like Walgreens brand or something, but…”  He showed Rory the package.

“Conor, these aren’t Chuckles.  These are those edibles things, like mari-ju-wanna,” Rory laughed.

“Whoa!” Conor kind of exclaimed, but didn’t stop chewing.

“Where’d you get ‘em?” Rory asked.

“My dad,” Conor said.  “There were a few bags on the bureau and I figured they were fair game.  Everyone likes candy.”

Johnny checked it out.  “How many have you had?”

Conor said something like ‘toonahaf’ and then swallowed.  “Three.”

Johnny picked up his iPad from the coffee table and did some tapping.  “Okay, Conor.  Don’t panic.”

“I wasn’t panicking,” he said.

“You’re going to get high — for a while…”

“Cool!”  Conor got comfortable on the couch, even to the point of laying full-out.  “I think I am, already…”

“And you’ll probably feel nauseous.  You’re only supposed to eat one, and you’ve had three.”

“Am I going to start tripping?” Conor asked.  He didn’t really know what ‘tripping’ meant, but he knew it had to do with getting high.

“Not tripping.  That’s… acid, I think,” Rory told his pal.

“How about horny?  I am feeling kind of horny…”  He began to rub his hand over his pants, massaging his cock.  “Johnny?  Will you give me a blowjob?”

“Not likely,” Johnny scoffed.

“I gave you one,” Conor protested.

Still reading his iPad, Johnny didn’t answer, biting his tongue from saying something rude.

“Rory?”

“Just take it easy and enjoy the high,” Rory laughed.

“Says… you’re best off taking a nap, for now, and letting the effects take their course, otherwise the room is gonna start swimming.  Good news is you won’t have a hangover, and you’ll probably wake up still high.”  Johnny showed him the page on his iPad, as if seeing it would convince him.

“You know, I woke up early today, and I didn’t even need to ‘cause of no school.  I could do with a nap.”  He stuck his hand fully under his waistband, and actually yawned with the suggestion.  “Hey, wake me when the girls get here.”

“In your dreams,” Johnny grumbled under his breath.  “You got it, Conor,” he said aloud, though.  Johnny went into his basement and got a bucket to put next to the couch in case Conor threw up.

“One is good, though, right?” Rory asked Johnny.

“Season’s over.  No more random drug tests.  Enjoy it!” Johnny said.

“Want one?”  There were a couple left in Conor’s bag.

Johnny hesitated.  “I might, but…  I’ll wait to see what the girls want to do.” She did not hide her admiration of Scott’s body.  “Go get the game, then.”

“We’re not driving anywhere!” Rory reminded him.  He didn’t have to remind him — neither of them had a license, yet.

“Hey, who killed Conor?” Scott said, making his way past the room.

Rory and Johnny looked at each other and laughed.  Conor was already snoozing.  Johnny went and got a flower from his mom’s plants on the back porch and Rory fixed Conor’s one available hand to hold it upright over the Superman “S” on his black t-shirt.  “Sweet dreams, Kon-El,” Rory told his friend.

“Rest in peace,” Johnny snickered.  He turned to Scott.  “Idiot ate three of those MJ gummies, so we knocked him out.”

Scott noticed the bucket and nodded.  “You take any?”

“Not yet.  Rory did.”

“Well, season’s over.  If you want one, I won’t tell.”

Rory engaged his sister’s boyfriend.  “Sucks we didn’t make it past the Regional Finals.”

“Morton was good this year.  You had a tough game,” Scott recalled watching Rory and Johnny’s JV soccer match.  “Sucks more for me, though.”  Scott’s varsity soccer team got to the Sectional Finals and lost.

“Fuckin’ Hinsdale,” Johnny griped, then all three laughed.

Rory held out the bag.  “You want one?”

Scott thought it over.  “Can’t.  I do Swim now through February.”

The doorbell rang and Scott answered the door.  It was Mia and Lyla and a bucket of fried chicken.  Scott wasn’t certain if Rory and Johnny were more excited to see the girls or the chicken.

“KFC?  No way!  Mia, you are the best!” Rory exclaimed, kissing his girl and hunting for a leg in the bucket.  He took a bite, then turned to Johnny, “Tastes like chicken!” he said in a Conor-as-Timon from Lion King voice.  This time, Johnny broke up.

“What’s up with Conor?” Lyla asked.  “I thought he’d be all over this.”

Scott addressed the assembled with solemnity.  “I’m afraid… he’s dead.”  Scott kicked Conor’s puke bucket just to see if anyone got it.

“Oh, no!” Lyla pretend-cried.  “What happened?”

“We’re not sure,” Johnny joined in before Rory could say anything.  He held his brace up as if it were something evil.  “We found his body, but we don’t know who killed him, or how he died.  It’s a mystery.”

“Whatever killed him sure gave him a hard-on,” Lyla noticed.

Johnny took Lyla’s hands and gave her a kiss.  “It’s good to see you.”

“You see me every day at school,” she teased.

“It’s good to see you here,” he said to her eyes as he ran his left hand through her golden hair.

“It’s November, now.  Time to take this off?” she asked about his braced arm.

“It’s really been improving,” he reported.  Johnny’s hand and forearm had gotten cleat-stomped on by another player and hyper-extended his fingers.  After a round of tests, the doctor had determined there was no nerve damage, but he did have carpal tunnel.  “I’m so used to it, now, I don’t want to stop too soon.”

“Maybe we can finish what we started on the operating table?” Lyla giggled as she moved away.  Johnny, Mia, and Lyla had recently played a sexy game of Operation at Mia’s house that got interrupted.

“Love to,” he said to her back.

Lyla joined Mia in greeting Scott.  Another flash of jealousy hit Johnny.  Conor was mostly out of the way, but now he had to contend with competition from his own brother?  He and Scott looked similar, but his brother was older, taller, better built…  He knew Scott wouldn’t really consider moving in on Lyla or Mia; he had Fiona, and they were in love.  Johnny just had to shake off the feeling.

Fiona entered the room and brushed the girls away from Scott.  Good, Johnny thought.  Thank you.

Then there was Mia.  Beautiful Mia.  After Lyla had left on that Operation day, he had fucked Mia.  And he and Rory fucked each other for his first time.  And he fucked Mia, again.  And they’d had another brief threesome recently.  He wouldn’t mind stealing her away from Rory, but could he actually do that to a friend?

Fiona took charge of the food situation.  “Hey, bring that chicken into the dining room.”  She was no stranger to the Walker home, and retrieved some paper plates and a roll of paper towels from the kitchen.  Scott helped her pass these out to their friends as they found seats, and Johnny got the pitcher of grape Kool-Aid from the ‘fridge and some Solo cups.

Out of nowhere, Rory giggled.  He elbowed Johnny.  “Hey, Conor kicked the bucket!”  He finally got the joke.

“Come on,” Lyla asked, concerned, “what’s up with Conor?”

“He was acting like a goof, so I stabbed him with a big knife in the kitchen,” Scott shrugged.  “Now, he’s just a dead body.  We’ll figure out what to do with him.”

Something clicked in Mia’s brain.  “Body?  Knife?  Kitchen?  We should totally play Clue!”

“Haven’t played that in a while,” Fiona said, glancing at Scott to see if he had a reaction.  “Do you have that?”  Scott nodded a ‘yes’ while taking a bite of breast.

“You mean Cluedo?” Rory laughed.  “Remember Silke whining that Lyla’s Clue game wasn’t called Cluedo or whatever that shit was?”

Johnny wiped his hands, and got his iPad.  “Wikipedia says Cluedo is the British-slash-European name.  There used to be some game called Ludo, and when they made Clue, some English dude at the game company goes: ‘Eh, pip-pip and cheerio!  We have Ludo, let’s call this one Cluedo!  Won’t that be ripping!  What-what!’”

“What the hell’s Ludo?” Scott asked.

Johnny showed them a photo.  “It’s a rip-off of Sorry, but it came first.”

“How could it be a rip…?” Fiona began, but Scott waved off her concern in a silent ‘don’t bother unless you want the kid to explain the whole history…’

“Yeah!  So, let’s play good ol’ American Clue!” Rory cheered.  “I call Mr. Green!”

“Fiona is Miss Scarlett,” Scott called preemptively.

“Why?” Lyla asked.

“Because Scarlett is the hot one, and this is my house,” he said, squeezing his girl.  He pointed at his brother.  “You’re Professor Plum, brainiac.  I’m Colonel Mustard.”

“I’ll be Mrs. White,” Mia said before Lyla could.

“So, I’m the old blue lady?” Lyla shook her head.  “Then I need a blue shirt.”  She looked across the table at Scott, the sexy Scott in a blue pullover, and tried a Lyla-tactic.  “Scott, gimme your shirt.”

“Why do you need my shirt?” Scott asked with a smile.  This was that girl who couldn’t hide her half-crush on him.  She barely knew him, but never failed to smile at him, or try to touch him on the few times they’d spoken.  Just like her big sister, Tori, who finally convinced Fiona to share him in a little threesome-action this past summer.

“Because it’s blue, and I have to be Mrs. Peacock, the blue lady,” she explained.

“But that’s the blue piece,” Fiona countered for Scott.  “You don’t have to actually wear blue to be Mrs. Peacock.”

“You all don’t get it, yet, do you?” Lyla asked the group.  She connected eyes with Mia for support.  “When we play a game, we play the sexy version.”  She held her hand out to Scott in expectation of his shirt.

Fiona and Scott looked at Rory, Johnny, and Mia.  None of them looked surprised.  Johnny just kind of nodded at Scott, as in, Yeah, that’s the way we do it.

Lyla went further.  “This house is now the Boddy Mansion, and we are the suspects.”

Scott stood up at the table and removed his blue shirt, posturing as he could to maintain ‘guy-in-charge’ and ‘bigger and sexier than the rest of you’ dominance.  He handed it across the table to Lyla.

Lyla accepted the shirt from the bare-chested Senior and put it on, slowly, over her own pink shirt, pausing to smell it as it passed over her face, then fixed her hair.  She did not hide her admiration of Scott’s body.  “Go get the game, then.”

Scott told Johnny to get it while he and Fiona went into his bedroom to get him a new shirt.

Johnny took Rory with him back to his bedroom to get the game and switch shirts, themselves.   Mia was fine, wearing a white pullover under her cardigan.  “You know, us wearing the colors probably isn’t that important…” Johnny said, taking off his polo.

“But it makes it more fun,” Rory said.  He was wearing a navy henley.  “You don’t have anything green, do you?  I have, like three at home, and one cool one from Ireland, but who knew…”

Johnny was rooting in his closet.  He had two purple shirts, and chose one with Batman: The Animated Series on it.  “I do have something here, I think you’ll appreciate it.”  He handed Rory a folded green shirt.  Rory held it out and it fell open: a short-sleeve t-shirt with thick, alternating light and dark green stripes.

“The Sandman!  Cool!” Rory said, and took off his henley.

“Your chest isn’t so bad.  And shoulders,” Johnny said, looking his friend over.  “I’m sorry I said something like that when we were playing doctor that time with Mia.”

“You said I needed to do more push-ups, and you’re right.  But at least I’m not skinny,” Rory shrugged.  He didn’t put on the green shirt, yet.  He put his hand on Johnny’s chest, instead.  “You look fine, though.”  He moved in closer and their chests touched.  “Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

Johnny didn’t pull away, just moved his head toward Rory’s ear.  “Not yet.  I don’t know, just doesn’t feel right.  Maybe if we’re in the middle of things, sometime.”  Then he did pull back.  “And my door’s open…”

Rory snorted a laugh through his nose.  Then he lowered down and licked Johnny’s nipple, taking a quick suck at it.  “Thanks for the shirt.”

“If you want it, you can keep it,” Johnny offered, finally putting on his purple t-shirt.

“Cool,” Rory nodded.  “Hey, sorry about Conor coming along.  He just kind of showed up.  I really did think that maybe us four could, you know, and you and Lyla might…”

“Don’t worry,” Johnny said, rubbing Rory’s shoulder, then giving it a slap.  Rory put on the green shirt and they left the bedroom with the game.

They set up the board on the dining room table by the bucket of chicken.  Lyla had found items to be the Weapons.  Mia separated the Clue cards and blindly selected a Room, Weapon, and Suspect card and put them in the Solution envelope, then shuffled the remaining cards and dealt out six piles.  Rory passed out six Detective sheets and pencils (left with forethought in the game box).  Johnny got nine sheets of paper from his backpack, all blank backsides of handouts and tests from his English class.  Apparently, he’d gotten an A on his test for Julius Caesar.

“What is the big paper for?” Scott asked when he returned, a yellow Soccer t-shirt making him Col. Mustard, officially.  Fiona now wore one of Scott’s red Swim team sweatshirts hanging low over her black skirt.

“So we know which room is which,” Lyla said, as if it were silly that he even asked.  She’d written the game’s room names on the sheets.  “I just need to know where to hang these up.”

Mia explained.  “In our sexy version, there are ten-minute rounds, and on each turn we go into a room to make our ‘suspicions,’ and you have to go with someone else.  Once you’re inside, you each make a suspicion, like ‘I suspect Miss Scarlett in the Library with the Candlestick.’  Then the other person has to show you one of those cards, if she has one.  Then the other person goes.”

“What you do for the next nine minutes is up to you!” Lyla said in a sly voice.

Fiona turned to Scott.  “Seven Minutes in Clue Heaven.”

“I need to talk to you, then,” Scott said, and the two stepped away for a moment.

Johnny decided where the rooms would be and taped up the signs.  Scott’s bedroom was the Study; Johnny’s bedroom was the Library (because he actually had books); his sister Olivia’s bedroom was the Lounge; the kitchen was the Kitchen and the dining room was the Dining Room (duh); the bathroom was the Ballroom (kind of funny); the back porch was the Conservatory (because it had plants in it); the frontroom was the Hall; and the basement was the Billiard Room.  The parents’ bedroom was off-limits.

“Do we need the weapons?  To do what?” Rory asked.

“I’m not sure.  I just went and found stuff,” Lyla said.  “So, use them if you need them, or if they make it more fun.”

Fiona picked up the huge, sharp kitchen knife Lyla had pulled.  “No, not this one,” she said with a shiver and put it back in the kitchen.  She replaced it with a butter knife.

In addition, there was a skein of rope, a small wrench, a Nerf gun, a turkey baster standing in for the lead pipe, and a genuine candlestick holder.

“What about Conor?” Rory asked.  “Should we wake him up?”

“Leave him be,” Johnny almost demanded, then lightened his tone.  “I mean, he’s wearing his black t-shirt, that’s perfect for Mr. Boddy.  In the Cluedo version, I read, he’s even called Mr. Black.  So, let him be the dead guy.”

“It’d be funny if we had him up here on the dining table, like a wake!” Scott laughed.

“No, let the poor boy be,” Lyla said.

Mia set a kitchen timer thing for ten minutes, and it started ticking.  “Okay, choose a buddy and a room for Round 1!”

The initial pairings weren’t what anyone expected, but no one was judging each other, just figuring out what they would do with their time.

Scott kind of guide-pushed Johnny into his bedroom, the Study; Rory and Fiona went into the bathroom, the Ballroom; and Mia and Lyla took the sister’s bedroom, the Lounge.

* * *

In the bathroom/Ballroom, Rory and Fiona had to stifle a giggle.  “Good morning, Mr. Green,” Fiona said, shaking Rory’s hand.

“Hel-lo Miss Scarlett,” Rory sang.  “Scott’s right — Scarlett is the hot one.”

“Nice shirt,” Fiona noticed.

“Johnny gave it to me.”

They got straight to business and raised their detective sheets.

“Okay, Fiona, I suspect… myself, Mr. Green, in the Ballroom with the Candlestick.  If you got any of those, show me one.”

Fiona fixed her cards and showed Rory her Mr. Green card.  Rory made an X on his sheet.

“My turn.”  Fiona looked over her notes.  “In the Ballroom, I suspect… Mrs. White with the Knife.”

“You’re supposed to suspect her with the knife in the kitchen, because that’s where she works,” Rory said, thinking he was clever.  He showed Fiona his Mrs. White card.

“So, this is the sexy version, huh?” Fiona asked, drawing her finger along Rory’s jaw.

“Can be…” he said, putting his items down and running his hands up inside Fiona’s red sweatshirt.  She still had her bra on, but Rory pushed that up and felt her tits.  He closed his eyes and took a large breath.  “Now it is.  I love your tits.”

“Mmmm,” Fiona moaned, rubbing her hand over Rory’s cock, hard inside his jeans.

“Can I fuck you, again?” Rory asked quietly, aware of the washroom acoustics.

“Not here.  Not now,” Fiona told his ear.

“Why did you, anyway?  Not that I mind.  Just wondering, is all,” he asked her breasts.

“I knew Mia took your virginity.  Suddenly, you were interesting.  And there you were, naked on the couch, that day.”  She popped the button on his jeans.

“You were always interesting to me,” Rory almost whispered.

She opened Rory’s pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees, releasing his blond cock.  She sat him against the sink.  “How about I just suck you off?  You’ll have one in the bank and last longer for Mia?”

Rory didn’t have to say anything more as Fiona took his cock inside her mouth.

Scott wanted to have a conference with Johnny.  Johnny didn’t think anything of it, just to play the game.  Scott closed the bedroom door and did the game stuff.

“Okay, Johnny, I suspect… Mr. Green, in the Study, with the lead pipe.”

Johnny showed Scott the Study card.

Johnny was ready, too.  “In the Study, I suspect… Miss Scarlett with the revolver.”

Scott showed Johnny a photo of Fiona on his phone.  “Just kidding!”  He then flashed him his real card of Miss Scarlett and Johnny added it to his notes.

“So, that’s it?” he asked his brother with a smirk.  “How do you and me fill the time?” he laughed.

“We can just talk, ‘cause there is stuff we need to talk about,” Scott laughed back.  “Or… I can charge you for information if you want to win the game.  You can give me a blowjob and I’ll show you another card.  Or I’ll show you a better photo of Miss Scarlett.”

Johnny didn’t get all uncomfortable, but he looked it while he processed that.  “You’d want me to give you a blowjob?”

“Blowjob’s a blowjob.  Doesn’t matter who gives it.”

Johnny had already been considering the implications of the “seven minutes in heaven” style of the game.  “Are you going to do anything with Mia or Lyla?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.  What’s the current lay of the land out there?  With Mia, and Lyla?  Are you with either of them?” Scott asked.  “Because this game you guys started… it could get dangerous unless you’re good with…?”

Johnny knew what his brother was asking.  “I like Lyla.  I like Mia, too.”  He decided not to explain too much.  “Lyla’s kind of with Conor, but that’s…  Conor’s an idiot.  And Rory and Mia are still going out.  I don’t want to break them up, but I want Mia, too.”

“Fiona and I have a permission for when we’re messing around with our friends in group stuff,” Scott admitted.  “There’s a time and place, and there’s fairness.  Now, Lyla and Mia have done more than hint that they’d like to get me naked, so something will probably happen when we get a turn together.  I want to know if you’re good with it.  These are your friends.”

“Me? Yeah, do whatever,” Johnny waved, realizing the pros and cons of the situation, and trying to hide his jealousy.  He looked at his brother and confided, “I’ve fucked Mia.”

Scott just nodded.  “Dangerous.  I know you’re not a virgin.  You did Kari Tanaka at my party.”

“And a couple times after that.”

Scott just gave him a look of mild surprise, and a nod — a ‘good man.’  “Lyla?”

“Almost, but I’m gonna try to make that happen soon.”  Then he blurted out, “And I fucked Rory, too.”

Scott snorted a smile.  “So have I.”

That was news to Johnny.  “So, can I ask you something?”

“We’ve got the time.”

“Are you bi?”

Scott weighed that.  “I don’t know.  I’ve had sex with guys, but I’m not gay.”

“Um, wouldn’t that mean you are?  Or bi, at least?”

Scott got the notion that they were really talking about Johnny’s confusion.  “Could.  I think who you fall in love with has a lot to do with… whatever you label yourself as, if you have to label yourself, at all.  If I was in love with one guy, and no one else, then I’d for sure be gay, or if I’m only attracted to guys.  And you know that’s not me.”

Johnny looked deep in thought.

Scott continued.  “As far as bi, everyone knows what a good-looking guy looks like to them, it depends if you want to do something with them.  If you do, then maybe you’re bi.  Or maybe you’re just having fun because sex is fun.”

“What about your friend?  Albert?”

Scott knew Johnny had some information.  “Alright, maybe, because I do like him a lot and we’ve done a lot more than jerk off.  But I’m not attracted to other guys, really.  Like, my best friend, Danny?  Me and him only used to jerk off.  You know, like everyone does.  But that’s it.  You probably had a friend or two you jerked off with in middle school.  Maybe even traded a blowjob.”

“Yeah.  You and me even jerked off together how many times?”

“We did.”  He had to finish his thought, though.  “Hey, even Fiona fools around with her girlfriends, now and then.  Everyone does.”

“But what about Fiona?  You guys are…”

“In love.  I’m recklessly in love with Fiona.”

“So, what happens when I get my turn with Fiona in a room?” Johnny asked.

“Today’s just one of those days, Johnny.  That’s why I wanted to talk to you.  If you do wind up in a room with Fiona, and something happens, that’ll be up to her.  I won’t beat you up for it, so have fun.  But that’s today.  Not tomorrow,” Scott advised.

“Tomorrow you two are back to fucking here, next door to me!”

“We make love.”

“Loudly…”

“You want to see Fiona?”  Scott took out his phone and showed Johnny one of Fiona’s nudes.  “I’m only showing you her because you’re my brother, and… brothers need to help each other grow up, you know?”

Johnny couldn’t take his eyes off the small screen.  He was seeing Fiona’s tits — finally! — and her pussy!  If only he could get Scott to send him a copy, but that might be pushing it.

Then, he realized: Miss Scarlett.  “Do I owe you a blowjob for this?”

Scott pushed his sweats down.  “Yeah.”

Johnny put down his sheet and pencil, and got on his knees.  He pulled Scott’s sweats down a little lower.  It was his first close-up look at his brother’s cock in a long time.  He’d seen him from time-to-time walking around the bedroom or the washroom, and when they’d changed into their suits at the pool, and after soccer practice in the locker room and showers.  But he hadn’t held it since they’d messed around, watching good stuff on the internet.

He stroked Scott’s cock, getting it hard, getting it bigger than he remembered, then took it in his mouth.

“You’ve done this before.”

“A couple times.”

“What do you see in your head when you hear me and Fiona through your wall?  Do you imagine the both of us fucking? or just Fiona naked? like she’s there waiting for you?  Do you see my cock slipping inside her?  Or yours?”

Johnny couldn’t look at Scott; he’d hit a nerve, a fantasy.  “I…”  He couldn’t say anything.

Scott put his hand to Johnny’s face and stopped him, took his cock back, and fixed his sweats.  “Don’t worry.  You’re not going to finish me, but thanks for the priming.  We’re about out of time, here.”

Johnny had a lot to contemplate from just the last couple of minutes.  There was one thing still on his mind, though.  “So, am I bi, then?” Johnny wondered, hoping his brother would assure him, either way.  “I mean, I figure it’s no one’s business… whether I fuck Mia or Rory, or Mia and Rory, or Kari Tanaka or her sister Kiki, or Lyla…”

“It really depends how much you want to do with your guy friends.”  Scott picked up his notes.  “Is it just Rory, or…?  Anyone else?  Do you look at the guys on the team and say, ‘Oh, I’d like to do him next,’ or… nothing?  You say you’ve got your eye on Mia, out there,” Scott cautioned.  “You’re fifteen, we all of us are still in high school, making use of time.  Sex is fun.  Just be careful you don’t lose a friend.  That’s the one that will hurt.”  Scott reached into his sock and underwear drawer and gave Johnny a condom.  “And don’t knock anybody up.”

“Thanks.  Can I have two?”

Scott gave him another.  He was almost finally out; he and Fiona didn’t need them. 

“If you do get some time with Mia, you’ll love her little landing strip!”  Johnny made an airplane with his fingers and “landed” it on his wrist brace.

Scott added that to his imagination.  “Here’s a challenge for you, then: fuck one of the girls, then I’ll meet you back here, or one of the other rooms.  I’ll suck you off, and try to figure out who it was!”

Johnny laughed just as the timer went off out in the dining room.

* * *

Everyone exited their room, some with clothes slightly disheveled.  Conor was still passed out.

“No one has an accusation, yet, I assume?” Mia asked.  Just smiles all around.  Mia picked up the timer.

“Wait!” Lyla stopped her.  “We’re all in one of the rooms together.  I suspect: Col. Mustard in the Dining Room with the Revolver.  Who’s got one?”  Lyla was all smiles, finding a loophole.

Fiona flashed the Dining Room card.  Everyone marked that off on their sheet, like a freebie.

Big brother Scott addressed the Sophomores in the room.  “You know, this ‘ten minutes in heaven’ is a skill.  You need to know how to pull off a quickie in case you meet someone at a party or a wedding reception, and the only room available is a closet or the coat room.  Think about it…”  He winked at Lyla.

Mia reset the timer.  “Round Two.”

Johnny took Mia’s hand.  She looked a little nervous, and led him into the basement — the Billiard Room.  Lyla took Rory into the Kitchen, but when Scott and Fiona entered there, too, Lyla continued onto the back porch — the Conservatory.

Rory asked Lyla about the Conservatory, Mrs. White, and the Candlestick.  She showed him her Conservatory card.  Lyla didn’t ask a ‘suspicion,’ she just took Rory’s cards and X’d off his info on her sheet.

“Cheat much?” Rory asked, but really didn’t care.

“I’m going to win,” Lyla laughed her little laugh.  Then she put her items down and fiddled with one of Johnny’s mom’s plants.  “It’s November.  Are these things going to die, or will she move them inside?”

“I don’t know.  But she has enough plant things and stuff here, so I guess she knows what she’s doing.”  Rory caught Lyla’s very civil vibe.

Lyla looked him in the eye.  “Mia and I decided to go to neutral places this time, with you boys, not comfy ones,” she said, indicating the porch.

“So I won’t fuck you?” Rory asked.  He realized that Mia went with Johnny this round.

Lyla didn’t answer that.  “That time… in my bedroom.  When Mia and I swapped and you fucked me… hard.  I loved that.  I want to do it again.  But I can’t do it to Mia.”

Rory just nodded.  He understood.

“Maybe if we play… or ‘orchestrate’… another game like the Girl Talk one, or just… decide we want to do a threesome…” she tried to explain.

“I would love that.  But, yeah, I know.  I love Mia, too,” he said.

“You do?  Have you told her?” Lyla asked.

“I’ve tried to.  I don’t think she wants to hear it.”

Lyla moved up to Rory and kissed him, and kept kissing him, her hands on his ass.  “Kissing doesn’t count.”

Rory moved his hands up inside Lyla’s double t-shirts, finding no bra.  “Tits don’t count either, right?”

“Well, that goes without saying.”

Mia took a look around Johnny’s mostly unfinished basement, and decided to conduct business at his father’s workbench.  They made their suspicions, and Mia showed Johnny a card.  “Professor Plum, eh? I must not have killed Conor, after all, dang it,” he joked and marked his sheet.  He showed her the Wrench.  He took her items and put them on the workbench.  He held her hands and tried to look in her eyes, but she just looked down.

He led Mia away and brought her to a comfy chair next to the TV and Scott’s old race track set, which hadn’t been plugged in for a couple years.  Mia acquiesced and sat on his lap.

Johnny put his arms around her and pulled her down to him.  “Rory’s not looking,” he said, a code phrase from their first time together.  He kissed her hard.  She kissed back.

“God, Johnny, I want you so much… but we can’t…” she moaned while unbuttoning his khakis.

“I know we can’t,” he said, pushing her bra up and tweaking her nipple.

Mia pulled at his cock, stroking it as best she could while it was still trapped in his boxer briefs.  “I want this cock, Johnny.”

“Hell, you can have it.  You heard my brother: we have to work on our quickies,” he said, shifting to standing, and grabbing ahold of her pants waist.

“No, really, we can’t,” she said, but let him take her pants and underwear off, anyway.

“It’s the game.  Why can’t we?” Johnny asked, taking out a condom and pushing his pants down further.

“Because I think I love Rory.”

That stopped Johnny.

He thought for three seconds, then lifted her legs and pulled her forward.  She slid onto her back in the chair, looking up at him.  Johnny didn’t put the condom on, yet, just smacked his cock on her dark landing strip above her clit.  “What if I love you?”

“You don’t though, do you?  Do you?” she pleaded.

He didn’t answer.

“You can’t, yet.  See?” she worried.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be in love,” he recalled.

“I don’t.  But maybe I am.”

“But you still want me.”

“More than anything.  But if you fuck me today, I’m going to cum, and he’ll know it on our turn…” Mia reasoned.  She didn’t move away or try to sit up, though.  Her pussy was still open and waiting.

“He’s with Lyla right now.  You think he’s not gonna…?” he asked her. 

She shook her head.

Johnny let her legs down, let her relax, a bit, but kneeled down with them, closer to her eye level, across her pussy.  “What if you just broke up with him?  Just left him?”

“I just don’t know if I like you enough to do that, or if I just like fucking you,” Mia said too quickly.  Johnny picked up that she’d been thinking about that.

“We need a day to find that out, then,” he told her.

“A day?”

“We need a day away from Rory.  No games, no scams, no best friends.  Just you and me,” he said, like he’d been thinking about this, too.  “A day out, running around together, talking, maybe.  If it’s a day in bed, that’s fine, too.  I think when you’re naked… you’re more honest, can’t lie.  I don’t just mean you, sorry, but like, that’s true about everyone.”

“Do we get along without the rest of them, you mean?” she wondered.  “Or are we just getting off on quickies in closets?”

“Can we be together for hours and talk about… stuff?” he laughed.  “Or will you just think ‘I am so hot for this guy’s bod, but I really can’t stand him’?”

Mia looked at him where she could see him.  “I do love your bod.  You know that much.  I’d love to cut school and take a day in bed with you.  Make love over and over…”

“See?  You said ‘make love,’ not ‘fuck.’  You do feel something.”

“Feel?  Yes.  But… what?  I don’t know,” she tried to shrug.

Johnny looked through her eyes.  “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

He ripped open the foil and quick-rolled the condom on.  He glided into her pussy, nice and slow.  “You want me to fuck you.”

“All the time.”

He fucked her a little bit more, still nice and slow.

“You want me to break you and Rory up.”

“Do I?” she wondered.

“I think you do.  Then the decision will be made for you,” he said.

“That’s not fair.”

“To him?  To me?”

“To me.”

Johnny stopped and pulled his cock out.  He took a breath in thought, then took off the condom and walked, awkwardly, to the basement trash by the workbench and tossed out the condom and wrapper.  He pulled up his pants.

He helped Mia sit up and then pull her pants right-side-out, again.  When she had them on, he got their Clue stuff, and they headed back upstairs, but he stopped her from opening the basement door.

“You’re just so damn beautiful, Mia.  I really like how we are together, like always, not just playing doctor or making videos.  But you’re right.  We have to know.  Let’s find a day.  We deserve that,” he said.  She nodded.

“We should have played Monopoly today,” she started their usual joke.

“No one likes Monopoly,” he countered.

“That’s what I mean.”  She tried to smile at him.

He opened the door just before the alarm bell dinged.

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